The streets of London at night were always a bit eerie, but for Emma, it was her favourite time to take a walk and clear her head. She loved the way the city came alive after dark, with the sound of distant laughter and the gentle hum of traffic.
One night, as she was walking home from work, she noticed a figure in the distance following her. She couldn't quite make out who it was, but she could tell it was a man dressed in an old-fashioned suit. She quickened, but the figure kept pace, always a few steps behind.
Emma tried to shake the feeling of unease, telling herself it was just her imagination. But as she turned down her street, the figure was still closer than ever. She could hear the sound of his footsteps getting louder and louder.
She began to run, her heart pounding in her chest. She fumbled with her keys as she reached her front door, trying to unlock it as quickly as possible. But just as she was about to open the door, she felt a hand on her shoulder.
She screamed and whirled around, but there was no one there. The street was empty, and the figure had vanished. But she could still feel the hand on her shoulder, cold and clammy, as if it were still there.
From that night on, Emma couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. Every time she walked home at night, she could feel the presence of the figure following her, always a few steps behind. She started to avoid going out after dark, but even in the safety of her home, she could feel the figure's eyes on her.
She soon found out that she was not the only one. Many people in her neighbourhood had reported seeing the exact figure and feeling the same presence. But when they tried to tell their story to others, they were met with disbelief and ridicule.
Later, Emma learned that an old man had died in a tragic accident on the same street where she lived. Though no one knew much about the old man or his family, his flat remained empty ever since.
Since then, the locals started to avoid that street at night for fear of being followed by a figure. But even Emma never walked out at night ever again, but she could always sense someone watching her through the window, and sometimes, she felt the presence of a figure in her flat at night.
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