She asked if I felt like we were being watched, as if she couldn't see them standing just outside of the torch's pathetic circle of light. They'd been with us ever since we turned off the main street and down the first in what was becoming an endless series of occasionally lit passages.
I think we were underground at some point, I remember hearing traffic pass overheard, I remember feeling the walls around us shudder or maybe we were both shuddering under their unblinking gaze or the sudden sharp chill that filled the air around us. It was hard to say but regardless, we were far from where we needed to be.
Our phone maps showed two completely different areas - hers said we were near the city hall and mine said we were miles out close by the quarry but our eyes and ears said we were nearish to the main street where a burger van had recommended this shortcut to us.
We should have called a taxi, we should have stayed on the main street where it was brightly lit and warmer and we weren't being followed by creatures that look like several stick figures stuck together. I didn't think they wanted to hurt us, not after they'd spent the last two and a half hours following us.
In a way I thought that they were trying to guide us so I started to whisper our hotel's address in the hope that they'd help us get there. In hindsight it was ridiculous and downright dangerous to let unknown things know exactly where we were heading but after a further hour we ended up walking onto the street opposite and felt their gaze turn away as they shambled back into the labyrinth we'd left.
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