Walk in the park

The fog arose at twilight right on queue,
As if taking orders from the eerie.
It fed my suspension and gave cause for paranoia.
I felt eyes upon my back, every corner I turned, it followed.
A black figure stalking me, walking upon the asphalt only meters behind;
Just enough to look like an innocent bystander, but I knew it was anything but innocent.
I never thought a walk in the park would turn into something so perfectly cliché.
Street light illuminated the density, the translucent cloud thickened with each step.
I was being followed by something inhuman.
Even in the cold night air I still felt chills run up and down my spine,
Chills you only get when you know you’re not alone.
I knew for sure that I wasn’t alone;
I had only forgotten that my dog was with me.