The Empty Roads Of Sutton

It had been at least 3 hours since I left to drive to my relative's house; just me, alone, in my car. I had been warned before of the once lively town of Sutton, but of course that was all nonsense. Many people told me that there were... things that came out to grab you. I didn't believe them.

A few more minutes passed as I slowly rode around the

deserted streets. I knew evil creatures didn't exist,

but I still felt the need to check round every corner

as I drove. Soon after, a long, winding road lay before

me, with a large church. Along the roof were crows, each squawking at different times, like a chorus of instruments all playing flat notes and completely out of order.

I continued to observe my surroundings when my car spluttered loudly before breaking down immediately. Great. Stepping out of the useless vehicle, I noticed a peculiar symbol on the wall of the church. Thus, I reached for my phone and took a photo. While I was doing this, I noticed that at the top of the screen, the clock was constantly spinning through different times; 3:30, 7:00, 5:48, 11:59 and so on. "It must be broken," I thought.

Looking up at the sky, I immediately realized that it was getting darker, but at a much faster rate. What was happening?! The skies turned a gloomy grey in a matter of seconds, leaving me feeling watched.

Something very strange was happening. Maybe

those silly rumors about Sutton were true... I pondered all these things as I trudged down

the roads, peering behind my back every two

seconds. However, the more roads I walked down, the more lost I appeared to be. I felt

a cold breeze fly past, the wind moaning, almost

warning me to not go forwards. It was at that

moment a gentle crack could be heard. I dared not look behind me, but I was so terrified at the time. I slowly turned my head over my shoulder to see... A figure. A tall, stationary figure. It spoke no words, nor moved a single step. It just stood there. Wasting no time, I snapped a picture and ran as fast as I could, not looking back once. I wasn't the only one running. It was following me. I could hear its footsteps pattering behind me.

14th July 1973

Just when I thought I had lost the mysterious figure, I heard a scream coming from not so far away. I needed to get out of Sutton. I dashed across the streets, brushing past the cars until I found one that was still running, and pushed down on the pedals as fast as I could. Since that day, I've never, ever, drove through that route again.