Chapter Eight

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A/N- Is this book going too slow? Let me know guys. :)

Have you ever felt like there was something you needed to do but you had no idea what it was? Because same. I've been feeling like this all day today.

I get up off of my couch and go to the kitchen to eat some lunch. The only food we had in the fridge was some bologna and cheese. And two hard pieces of bread. Well, I guess a crusty sandwich is better than nothing at all.

As I sit at the table and munch on my flavourless meal, I remember what I might have been forgetting to do all day.

That man, Tall Man, had asked me to talk to him. It's sad because I'm so desperate for attention, that I'm willing to befriend a potential serial killer. I have no idea if he's even sane.

Now that I'm thinking about it, he's probably a psycho murderer that's been stalking me. He's probably watching me right this minute. I glance over my shoulder. Nothing is there except for my lonely couch and rugs that haven't ever really been used by anybody. Well, other than me that is.

Then I started to imagine what Tall Man might look like. Would he be pale? Would he wear a hat? Would he wear some jogging pants and a tight shirt? Well, I'd rather think of him as a nice looking guy. Not that there is anything wrong with what I just described.

Suddenly, I had a picture flash into my head. It was a man, he was tall, and wore a suit. Although he was turned around and I couldn't see his face. For some reason, not being able to see his face sent shivers up and down my spine.

You're being ridiculous. You were only imagining what he might look like. Don't get your hopes up on a dressy type of man.

"Will I ever even know what you look like Tall Man?" I exclaimed loudly, as if expecting a reply.

Again I felt a shiver travel down my spine; but this time it was from a cold wind that had crept into the dining room. I somehow knew exactly what it was.

I got up and walked over to the closest window. I glanced at the windowsill and noticed -of course- a note.

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