278: IN THE STARK STREET

LUKE'S POV Catherine turned around, and I also looked in the direction she had eyes on. The footsteps got close, and it was terrifying, like a horror movie or something. A man treaded closer, doing that in a slow manner. He wore a black garment—a hooded one. And I couldn't see his face very well, but the way he walked was sort of terrifying—for different people, not me. My eyes narrowed down to his hand and the item he was holding. He had an axe, with blood dripping down his fingers right on that weapon. Like, seriously, what the hell was this? Who was this man, and why was he after this little girl? I looked at Catherine and whispered, "It's okay; there's no need to be afraid." My words didn't seem to assure her at all; she still had her gaze fixed on the man in the hooded garment, and I could see the fear in her eyes. She was trembling; I could tell her heart was beating rapidly, and her mind could be racing as hell. This was no ordinary sh*t. You could call this a horror movie,