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Been reading the nosleep subreddit and it may have fucked with my mind a little. I got off the train as usual and popped over to the co-op for some beer. I was paying cash so I just leaned the bike to outside. Coming back outside I spotted a chap lurking down a side street lighting a cigarette standing next to one of those ubiquitous pig iron MTBs from ze 80s that are somehow still going. I briefly wondered if he may have thought about making a grab for my bike but quickly forgot about it. I set off, negotiating a busy roundabout and headed for a disused railway line now a shared path away from the road.
I was brisk but not giving all guns, on my racing bike. After some distance I go under a lbrightly lit underpass and as I'm exiting it hear this trill noise behind me, I turn and there a chap on one of those pig iron MTBs outta the 80s behind. The noise was from something like the things kids put on their bikes, plastic flaps that rub against the spokes. Weird thing was I hadn't heard a thing until that underpass.
I suspect its the chap from outside the shop so proceed to ride a little faster, going down a twistier pathway but pushing it more. Again I hear nothing behind me so assume he's dropped away. I'm imagining as I cycle along being chased by a running man that I can't shake, and when I look back I see his red eyes and wide, leering grin full of teeth (as I said, being reading too many scary stories recently). But when I get the end of the path and am about to join the road I stop and suddenly he is right there again. Again didn't hear anything and I was feeling a little spooked.
So once on the road I'm not mucking about. I'm definitely being paranoid but frankly I just wanted to drop the sod. I give it full gas and don't stop until I hit a red light about a mile later. I look behind but can't see him, but remain nervous that he's about to reappear, like the lorry in Duel. He doesn't and I make it home without being eaten by a demon.
It was very close though.
Also could have been 3 different cyclists of course.
Anyway, lively commute.