Near

I could hear footsteps and knew he was near, at least no further than a foot to my left. Holding my breath as I crouched in the small dark space, waiting for the moment he would turn and start to walk away unaware of my presence, made my anticipation for the moment rise. A moment later, I quietly reached out and grabbed his ankle, letting it slide from my grasp as he ran to his circle of friends. Haunting the wood at Halloween always a mischievous joy.

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