I'm sitting in the café, leaning over my coffee, letting the steam rise over my face and warm me up. It is a cold winters day and is around Christmas time. I look outside the frozen, foggy window and stare out at the snow falling outside. White snowflakes dance outside the window, twirling in the wind. I sniffle and turn back to my steaming coffee. Just as I'm turning, a dark figure, dressed in black, catches my attention through the corner of my eye. He's huddling near a lamp post, snow falling around him. I try to forget about him and go back to my coffee, but somehow the image kept creeping into my head. My curiosity gets the better of me. I stand up, leaving a generous tip on the table, and walk outside. I open the door to leave the coffee shop and the bells on it jingles. Hearing the sound, the dark figure looks up at me, realises I'm coming towards him, and hustles off at fast pace.
"Wait," I call out into the snow, my nose all ready turning the slightest tinge blue.
The figure stops turns around and just looks at me, piercing my soul. My hands are shaking from the numbing cold but I hold his stare. Snowflakes dance and land on my nose but still I wait. After what seems like a lifetime, the figure turns around and disappears into the snow.
I sit up with a jolt, cold sweat running down my face. I have been having these sorts of dreams ever since I was a kid. Every time I have one, that dark figure would be them in some way or another. What scares me is that I feel like I have lived them before. Sometimes It feels paranormal, strange people who I have never seen before seem familiar.
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