When I stop, so does the person behind me. When I run, he runs.
I turn the corner on another street. The footsteps follow.
The darkness seems to envelop everything. A cold wind blows, and I hunker into my heavy coat. The footsteps continue behind me, but no one is there.
I turn another corner. A man walks ahead of me.
He looks behind him at the sound of my footsteps but sees no one.