Following Me

Untitled Part 1

        Tonight was such a crazy night. It's the most fun I'd had i years. I had a little get together with a few of my closest friends. We'd all known eachother since we were just kids. Everyone brought their wives, but unfrotunately I was the only single person there. It's alright though, I met some lovely new people. Everyone was so nice and I didn't want to leave, but it got very late and I needed to head home. I lived very close to this friends house so I just walked home. It was about a 20 minute walk. I was in no rush home so I decided to take the long way home through the park. It had been so long since I had gone to the park. It was so lovely at night time. Such a peaceful place. But I still had to keep reminding myself to keep walking and stop staring at the scenary.

        While walking I saw a man, sitting on a bench alone. I figured he was homeless and thought nothing of it. As I passed him I greeted him, "Hello sir" I said to him. No response, Maybe he just didn't hear me, I thought. "Hello sir!" , I said again to him. This time he looked up. I couldn't see his face. He was wearing a dark hoodie that casted a shadow iver his whole face. As he looked up I waved to him. He just stared at me. Then, he got up and started walking towards me. I told him, "Sorry sir, I'd love to talk but I have somewhere to go." He continued to walk towards me. I thought nothing of it and continued to walk home.

        I was finally out of the park and onto the streets of my neighborhood. I still had about a mile and a half to go until I reached my home. I glanced behind me and saw the man in the hoodie again. I was getting a bit frightened. He had to have been following me for around 15 minutes by now. I started to pick up my pace. I glance back again about  2 minutes later and see that the man is still following me. I start running at this point. I ran for my life. I eventually make my way home and quickly run inside, lock the doors, the windows and run upstairs to my room, lock that door and get my .44. Thank god that my uncle got me that when I was young and my parents allowwed me keep it.

        About 2 hours pass and nothing has happened. I decide to go to sleep. As I wake up in the morning. I hear knocking at my door. The police are there and the officer tells me that my friend Brian, who had hosted the party that night had been murdered. They told me that it had seemed that some sort of animal had been killed him but they weren't sure how. They explained that there had been a break in that was clearly done by a human. Shortly after telling me all the details and calling all of my other friends, I headed for the store.While inside, I came across my friend Kyle. We began talking, I asked him why he wasn't at the party and he exclaimed that he had work that night, I then informed him of Brian's murder. While talking to him a man came into the isle. It was the man from last night. I still couldn't see his face or any of his features. I quickly told Kyle I had to go home and I wasn't feeling well. I ran out of the store with the man following me.

        Around 4 years have passed and I keep seeing the man. He follows me wherever I go, I even went to France for a summer vacation with my girlfriend I had met and he followed me there. I took al percautions I could. I ended up never leaving my house. I boarded up the windows and doors. I had to dumo my girlfriend too. It was a shame because over the years all my friends had slowly started to die. they were dying the same way Brian had died about five years ago. Houses broken in by a human but killed by an animal. One night while sleeping I heard a window shatter downstarirs. I jumped up and got my gun. I could hear someone downstairs, walking around, slowly. I can hear him start to head up the stairs. I go out with my gun to stop him. As I look down the stairs I see the man in the hoodie once more. I shoot at him, but he quickly jumps on the walls and ceiling. I run to my room and he comes after me. He swipes at my leg and cuts deeply in, knocking me to the floor. He takes off his hoodie to reveal a shriveled figure figure with long claws and boney arms torso.It had the sharpest teeth I had ever seen in my life. It swiped down at me and cut my already injured leg clean off. I tried to hit it with my other leg but it slashed at that one too, making it so I couldn't move it.

        The creature came straight to my face and whispered in its deep, demonic voice "I'll come back for you." He quickly slashed me one more time on my chest and left. It's been 3 weeks since then. I'm in the hospital and I'm typing this quickly. It's late at night and I can hear him walking towards me. He's outside my door staring at me. I warn you. If you're ever out at night and see a man in a hoodie, with his face covered, do not say hello to him.