I didn’t notice anything strange at first.

It was just another quiet night in Bratislava,

the kind of quiet that makes you hear your own thoughts whether you want to or not.

I was walking near the area around UFO Park,

hands in my pockets,

mind drifting,

wondering what I would eat when I got home.

Nothing felt unusual.

Then the light changed.

A streetlamp ahead of me flickered once…

then stretched.

Not brighter.

Not dimmer.

It pulled, as if someone grabbed the light itself and dragged it sideways.

I stopped.

The air thickened,

like the whole block suddenly forgot how to breathe.

The temperature dropped without warning.

Then the buildings around me began to bend—

straight lines warping,

shadows tilting in the wrong direction,

as if the world was being rendered incorrectly.

A ripple formed in the space ahead of me.

Like heat distortion…

but cold.

Something stepped out of it.

Tall.

Human-shaped, but not human.

As if someone tried to design a person based on bad references.

My body locked.

My breath vanished.

My thoughts collapsed to a single instinct:

Run.

But I couldn’t move.

The creature took another step,

its motions slow and stiff,

like it wasn’t meant to exist here.

The shadows beneath it fractured—

breaking apart like smudged pixels.

My chest tightened painfully.

My vision trembled at the edges.

A deep humming filled my ears,

but the entire street remained silent.

The creature’s head lifted.

It wasn’t “looking” at me.

It was locating me.

Like a radar finding its target.

My legs finally responded—

in one violent jolt,

as if my whole body snapped back into itself.

I ran.

I didn’t think.

I didn’t look back.

I didn’t care where I was going.

I just knew staying still meant dying.

Wind tore past my ears.

Streetlights shot by in streaks of yellow.

My footsteps stumbled over themselves.

My heartbeat felt like it might explode.

I kept running

until the world became a smear of pavement and panic.

When I finally slowed,

I didn’t know how far I’d gone,

or whether the creature was still behind me.

I only knew one thing:

Whatever stepp

ed out of that warped air

was not from here.

Author’s Note：

Thanks for reading. Next update in 2 days.

And whatever bent that street…

wasn’t finished.