Haunting Hiker

Ding went the clock to announce that it was 10 p.m. and at such a time, I was nowhere to be found! Unusually, the main road was not streamed with lights, due to the fact that all the streetlights had gone out together, as if by consent. This was the outcome of a power failure.
The only shimmer was due to a quarter of the moon. The long-tailed constellation gazed down at the murky area, with a wrathful glance. The swish coming from the nearby trees made the night even more creepy.

A score-and-a-half plus six stairs would have given anybody an opportunity to behold a solitary silhouette on my terrace. Needless to mention, that that sight would have surely made the spectator jump in his skin for terror. However, if I were to take notice of such a sight, then I would have mustered all the courage to… well, to turn around & rush down the stairs in the smallest fraction of a moment! But I did no such thing. Can you guess why?… Simply because I was the sole character of the sight. To put it in other words, the rambler on the terrace was – the one & only me!