Footsteps in the Shadows

One chilly autumn evening, I was walking home through a quiet, dimly lit street. As the wind rustled through the fallen leaves, I heard soft footsteps behind me. I turned around—nothing. I brushed it off as my imagination and continued walking, but the sound returned, closer this time. My heart pounded as I sped up, hoping to reach the end of the street where the lights were brighter. Just as I was about to turn the corner, I felt a cold breath on the back of my neck and froze. Gathering my courage, I spun around… only to find nothing but an empty street behind me. To this day, I still wonder—was it just the wind, or something else following me that night? Has anyone else experienced something like this?