They Follow Me by CallMeYona

You know something is following you. You feel its breath on your neck. You know you should not look back. Wandering through the city, every step can be your last.


A short story written for writing for games classes at my university.
Comment jmacpher
19 Feb 2019
I enjoyed this - great atmosphere. I did run into a dead end though - just after interrupting the priest's prayers.

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