I took a moment to gather my thoughts and refocus my fear-addled mind. Leaning back into my seat, I found I’d been holding my breath again. I let it out with a great wind, sank deeper into the leather and concentrated on calming the rattling heart in my chest. But the fear didn’t relent. In fact, if it did anything, it accelerated. A flash at my window drew me violently from my reverie—and the vision of that same face peering through the window, sent my heart to racing again. I closed my eyes, forcing the image from my mind. When I opened them, the face was gone.
I slipped the car’s shifter into reverse and instinctively glanced into my mirror. I had already looked back to the front when my mind registered what I had seen. A black lump in the grayness behind me—my briefcase was left outside. Hesitating, I looked back up into the mirror and saw something frightening in the gloom behind me. A figure—tall, and strangely incorporeal—was stooped over my bag, as if it sought something within. The figure moved unnaturally fast—a hazy black shadow, impossible in the darkness.
I watched, frozen in disbelief, as the creature twisted and stood up, turning its terrifying face towards me. It looked human—yet not human. His canine-like features were shadowed in a black cowl of a hood; his face was pale against the black. I thought he might have been handsome in a savage sort-of a way, but his eyes glowed intense and red, a fire that burned like a torch.
A hungry grin spread across his face and a sudden feeling that I was being sized up for dinner descended on me.