The day after the funeral, mark woke up at the same time he always did. He did the same thing he did everyday. But today he felt.......weird. like something or someone was watching him. He looked around. Nothing. Why was I so scared? Laghed mark. Mark still felt like someone was watching. He heard a wisper and a chuckle. He slowly turned around to a man. Black hoodie. Dark eyes. Mark achally couldn't tell who it was. he had blond short hair. Pewds! Hey hey! Wachadoing? The man stood there. Not moving. The man took marks throat and choked him. Mark passed out as he fell to the ground.
