I ventured out for a walk but incessant drizzle pelted down. Any brightness of the day was cloaked in the smothering blanket of cloud and mist. I walked Columbia Street, more desolate than I'd seen in a while. I caught, out of the corner of my eye, the dimly lit silhouette of a man; it was a man in a trench coat. I froze for a mere second. Who was shadowing me here? The guy with the fedora seemed ready for a fight, an altercation of some sort. Rather slowly, I realized something profound. The man was me. The figure I'd seen was just my own reflection in the glass of a storefront.
Fin
(So I came home and snapped a selfie in front of a mirrored door to the closet. After all, it is Halloween and I don't need any makeup to be frightening.)