Mothman

you are walking in a ally, dimly lit, alone. It’s cold. You have no car, so you must walk. You can hardly see anything or anyone, with only the sound of the wind to accompany you. You think you are alone, maybe even more lonely than you have ever before. Except you have an eerily feeling that you are being watched. As you walk you notice two circles, red circles, that seem to be watching you like eyes.