Seeing Around Corners Novels & Stories

I constantly look behind me and to the sides to make sure that no one is trailing me from behind. However, when I start to smell something rotting, I hold my nose and trudge forward because I can only guess what I might find around the next corner. I was right unfortunately and must step over the carnage I can only assume she has left behind for me. Too late do I turn around, before I get hit in the head and black out once again.

I walk a few steps on shaky legs, go to the bedroom door and turn the knob. There is a huge hallway outside, lit by sunlight, I look it up and down, squinting. I have lost my glasses somewhere. Am pleased to see that the corridor is deserted. I leave the room silently, walking on tiptoe. I sure look like a cartoon, I pout. I sharpen my hearing as I get to the end of the hall, sticking to the wall, i take a deep breath and peek around the corner. I observe another much wider corridor which is luckily also empty, I walk slowly sticking my back to the wall until I reach the next corner. After spying again I observe some huge stairs which descend to God knows where.

Someone could be lurking nearby, and any wrong move might give away her secret. Her eyes darted around, scanning for any sign of movement, anyone who might be observing her. She had to act like she was just another passerby, a blind woman who could not see what was right in front of her. She continued to tap her cane lightly against the tactile pavement as if searching for her path.

I noticed something in a dark corner, I tried to see what it was because that was where the breathing was coming from. “Are you even listening?” Marcus asked from behind me, and I screamed jumping back. “Don't sneak up on me like that” I scolded, holding my beating chest. “I did not, you were completely zoned out” Marcus responded with a concerned look on his face. “What's there?” I asked, walking towards the dark corner. “Don’t go too close, they can be really aggressive” “They?” I asked and there was a ferocious growl making me stumble backward and miss my step.

I couldn't risk being seen by anyone, especially not by Brent or his associates. I spotted a window in the corner of the room, but it was small and narrow, barely big enough for me to squeeze through. It was my only option, so I hurriedly made my way towards it. The cold glass pressed against my skin as I looked out, checking to see if there was anyone in sight.

I can't believe my luck when they start to walk the other way. I wait behind the corner and when they are out of sight I take my chance. Turning the corner I rush as fast as I can to the door without making any sound. Reaching the door I slowly open it up and look outside, I don't see anyone, and I'm right about they don't guard the place right now. This is my chance! Getting out I soundlessly close the door and rush down the steps, finding some bushes to the right I dive behind them. My heart is about to beat out of my chest and I need to have a good look around the place.

She breathed in shallow, quick bursts. But suddenly, from the corner of her eye, she spotted something that made her blood run cold. A dark figure's corner vanished down the corridor.

I feel the shift before I see it—slow, precise, anchored in focus. "What narrows?" he asks quietly, almost clinical. "Vision? Hearing? Smell?" "All of it," I answer. "At least for me." He nods once, like I've just given him a data point he needed. "Context?" "Crowds. Scent drifts. Doors behind me I can't see." The answers come too quickly—automatic. Like my body's been waiting for someone to ask. He processes that, not staring—thinking. "Front corner then," he says after a beat. "Left side. Two exits visible. Minimal airflow from the hall."