The start of an adventure.

I’m walking down the road and then there is this noise behind me, a kind of rustle, a constant rustle but once I stop it ceases. I turn around in the dark and can’t see a thing. I get the feeling that something or someone is following me but as I turn there is no evidence to back up what my gut is telling me is so. Just at the edge of Tillydrone I speed up as I still have this small feeling that something is off. I breathe a sigh of relief as I reach campus and I realise, that noise that has been following me, has in fact been following me. There has been a trail of 15 balloons tied to my bag following me down the road.