The crowded walkway bustled with people heading home from work. I heard the animated conversations of the day's activities and the exhausted conversations of a day's work. Somewhere in the distance, I heard the distinctive ringing pattern that issued from the bell tower at six o'clock each night. I was going to be late for dinner if I didn't pick up the pace. With rapt attention, I walked on, stopping when I felt the rush of cars going through an intersection, and going when I heard the monotone beeps coming from the crosswalk signals. Everything was going smoothly, until I heard the screeching of a car. I felt the nudge of a front bumper, and the dark glasses I wore slipped off. "Hey! Are you blind or something?!" yelled a man, no doubt the driver of the car. "I - I'm sorry sir," I stuttered. I then looked up in the direction of where I believed the car was located. I heard a gasp from the man and from a few passerby. Realizing the scene I was creating, I fumbled frantically around for my glasses, shoved them back on my face, and walked away as quickly as I could. I walked until I felt the unique texture of the concrete slab my mom got installed in front of our town home. As soon as I found the stairway railing, I felt a sudden breeze. My skin prickled. I paused for a few seconds, then I continued to walk up the stairs. At the top, I turned around to face the street. I heard the streetlights flicker on and the occasional car pass by. Behind me, I heard someone unlock the door from the inside. Turning back around, I couldn't help but sense that something foreboding occupied the town.