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Like every Sunday I go out for a bike ride of about ten or fifteen kilometers, it is something I have been doing for many years and I need it to recover from the week's work.
I leave around four o'clock in the morning, I like to do it early to go back to share with my wife and my little son.
It is almost five o'clock when I catch up with an old man walking slowly, it is common to see people walking there, not so early, but it is something that happens every Sunday. As I pass him he greets me cordially, he looks very old and slow to be alone at that hour on that road,
"It's dangerous for him", I think, "even so, what can I do?
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I continue on my way, about five hundred meters ahead, he catches up with me again, he no longer walks slowly, he runs not like an athlete, he is a machine, so much so that he overtakes me and keeps on running.
I am so impressed that I stop to look at that so out of the ordinary, he turns his eyes and smiles at me with malice or maybe evil, because at that moment I understood that that was not something of this world.
He continued at the pace of a machine and I think maybe I slowed down my pedaling speed, I did not want to reach that character, something about him I did not like, he seemed diabolical to me.
I went up about two more kilometers, turned around and went back home, going down slowly thinking about what I saw, although I could not explain why, that had me sick.
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The day was sunny, but from one moment to another a thick fog covered the entire road, it became a cold morning, the opposite of a few minutes ago.
After a while I hear footsteps running behind me, by pure inertia I turn to see who it is, to my astonishment it is him, more than running, he flies, he comes closer to me.
As he is almost next to me I can notice that he is not the old man from before, well I say it is not because of his physical build, he is a being that runs without touching the ground.
From one moment to the next he opens his hands and they turn into wings and flies through the air giving a screech, in the distance it was not a person it was a big bird or something similar that flew in the horizon giving those screeches.
The day returned to normal, sunny and clear, I can't explain what I saw that day, when I told my wife she said it was a vampire, but I understand that these only come out at night, I don't know what it could be.
Wow. You got me intrigued.
Vampire, shapeshifter.. we can’t tell. But I believe it is not something good
Nice work
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It could have been a vampire with a daylight ring.
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Thank you for submitting your piece to The Ink Well. Your writing has nice potential. I would have liked to have seen some dialogue between the characters. It is almost entirely narrated, and as a result, the reader remains on the fringe of the story. The MC may be unnerved by the sinister old man, but there is no real conflict to be resolved, and then when the MC turns for home, the old man chases him down and turns into some sort of bat or vampire(?) and flies away. It feels like the start of a horror story, but incomplete on it's own... and so I am left wanting more.
Again, welcome!