He followed about thirty paces behind the figure in front of him. The noise of the stiletto heels filled the foggy night. He could barely make the figure out but he continued to follow her as she crossed the road and headed for the park. She suddenly seemed to stop and strike a match to light a cigarette. Her face appeared distorted in the flickering light. He thought about going but he was fascinated. Who was this woman? Where was she going? Why was she alone? She did not know he was following her - he could sense that but her quivering steps indicated fear as the fog became heavier and the shadow became darker. The dogs barked and the fog horns blew.
          He began to imagine the Jack the Ripper scene in London - he wondered was she scared too? The sky held many stars but no moon. The dense fog had apparently obliterated the moon from the church across the road.
          The bells were ringing, calling the people to mass. It then occurred to him that she was going to mass too and he felt strangely disappointed. But she did not go. Instead she stubbed out her cigarette and kept on walking around the park. She knew he was following her now and he began to increase his pace to walk nearer to her and walk more heavily on the ground so she could hear him better and to make her more frightened. He was enjoying the thrill of scaring her.   They were walking towards the tennis courts- the darkest and most deserted place in the park. He knew there was nobody else about so he began to think about running up to her - talking to her - frightening her, nothing more. He felt in control and he felt she was weak.
           He looked at his watch. 7.45. his heart beat faster now. Just as he then planned to start running up to her, another figure, a man, appeared and then the girl he had been following went over to him and hugged him. She whispered something to him and as they walked past he said "pervert" in a loud voice. She just giggled. He bent his head low and continued walking but he could hear them turn around in the other direction and walk on - leaving   him alone.
           His steps slowed down until eventually he stopped. He lifted his head slowly in dread and above him was the moon.