Literature
They Don't Know About Us
Louis popped the collar of his black, leather jacket and pulled it up to his cheek.
He looked around suspiciously at the darkness and emptiness around him.
He nodded once he accepted the fact that nobody was there to see him.
He pulled the grey hood of the jacket he wore underneath the leather one onto his brown hair and quickened his pace.
Soon, he peered around a building corner to find what he was looking for.
A house.
Not a big, fancy expensive house.
And not a low, poor and ugly house either.
A tall one though.
Louis looked around again, raising an eyebrow.
He saw nothing and slid the hood off his head as he came to a tall, wh