A Stalkers Wake
I wasn't sure how long I'd been walking when I first heard it. I assumed I was an echo at first, nothing more than the airwaves reminding me of the curvature of the tunnel. Then the footsteps began to get louder, closer. I wasn't quite sure what to make of it, but if there was one thing I'd learnt these past few years it was that reacting fast was the most important key to survival. The light from my torch bore across the narrow path behind me as I turned around, illuminating the surrounding darkness. Nothing moved. I stepped ahead for a closer look when through the corner of my eye I saw movement. I reached for my revolver, better to be safe than sorry, and laid my eyes on nothing. Nothing of any significance anyway; just a stray animal that ran as soon as its eyes met the burn of my flashlight. I know what I heard, it was no animal. I turned ahead and continued walking. Mr Scratch was there, maybe not here, now but somewhere, watching me, he always is. My name is Alan Wake and tonight… is nothing new.