Walk towards the object

What the hell? You can kick things a quarter of a mile, you can deal with any mugger that comes your way. Yeah, you think to yourself as you walk - let them come!

The road curves, and you lose sight of your house. The streets are eerily silent. You can't see the object, but you can feel where it is, the way birds are supposed to always know true north.

Suddenly everything goes dark - for a moment you think you must have lost track of time, before you realize that night can't fall that quickly. The streetlights are all out, but the windows of the buildings are all aglow.

The End

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