WC: 300
"Who's Zevin?" He asks.
I pause, my eyes widening. That's a joke. Right? It's got to be a joke.
"Ha! That's funny, Zevin." I say, snickering.
"Huh? You think that was a joke? The name's... well, you can just call me- uh Walter." The man says.
I don't think I can breathe. I shudder. "You're not kidding?" I ask him.
"No, course not, Gabe. Why would I be?" He replies.
How does this man know my name? But also how does he know what times I normally come outside? Who is this guy? Walter obviously isn't his name. It sounded like he would rather me not know his real name.
"Who- who are you?" I stutter. I feel like I should run.
"Does it matter? I already know you, but why should you have to know me too?" He says. He knows me. Is this guy some stalker? No...no he's probably just heard of me, or you know, seen me around.
My name, the times I usually come out at night? Does he know where I live too? How about my family life, my life shattering break up with Alaska, my friends, does he know about any of them? Or is this really just my buddy Zevin playing a dumb prank on me?
"Where were you walking to? Anywhere in particular? I could give you a ride." He offers. I cringe at the thought of sitting in the same car with Walter, and for a long period of time.
"No! I- I mean, I have a car. I'd just rather jog, sorry." I say nervously.
"Ah, gotcha. It's all good, pal. I'll see you around." He says, and I hear his footsteps fade into the night.
See me around? I hope I never "see him around" again.
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Midnight Run
Mystery / ThrillerGabe Whittaker heard about the death of a girl by the name of Emilee Ross on the radio. She was murdered two days ago. When he later sees her picture on the news, he swears he's seen her before. Wait..isn't that the girl he saw at midnight? But that...
