All Alone

Chapter 3 :- Hoodie guy

"May I take your order? " I ask this wired person sitting in the corner table. This is the second time I asked him. It's been a week I joined work and this strange person has been coming here constantly for last five days. He just sits here and orders the same thing again and again.

"Black coffee" says his raspy voice. He has been drinking only black coffee whenever he gets here. "Anything else Sir? " I ask even though I feel this is the only thing he wants "Nothing else" he says and I sigh walking back to the counter.

This guy or whoever it is feels really creepy. He always wears black from head to toe. Like man in black. And his large black hoodie covers his face not even letting anyone see an inch of it.

I walk back to the counter and start preparing his order "This guy is giving me wired feels you know? " says Samantha and I just laugh "What?!" she ask totally confused on why am I laughing "Is he really wired or because he told that he doesn't want you to take his order? " I ask wiggling my eyebrows and her cheeks turn red while I just laugh more.

The day this creep guy had come Samantha went to asked him his order but he clearly said that he doesn't want her to take his order. Wired right when it was me he willing gave his order but just a black coffee.

"Don't laugh I swear this guy is wired can't you see are you blind or something? " she ask in a serious tone "What are you trying to say?" I ask raising my eyebrows. She walks towards me "Claire it's crystal clear this freaking wired guy is stalking you!" she exclaims "Really!" I say as I roll my eyes "Claire! I am serious he can be anything a stalker,a serial killer or maybe even a ghost! " she whispers the last part.

I laugh at her pathetic words "Seriously Sam ghost in the day never heard about that before" I reply " What ever you say I find him really wired" she says rolling her eyes and going back to her work.

Ghost in broad daylight is something I have never heard before. I really don't believe in ghost, wizards, demons and what so ever those unnatural beings are. I really don't care about it.

***

It's cold like literally plus it's night time and I did not bring my car since the cafe is not so far away from my apartment. As I walk suddenly I hear foots behind me. I stop to turn around and look but see no one there. I start walking again as well as the footsteps. Am I hallucinating or something but the footsteps feel so real.

I stop again and turn around and this time I see it. A shadow of a tall person just behind the light pole. I don't know maybe the light was doing it but the shadow looked really tall.

Before any other worst things could happen I run I run as fast as I can. I really don't want to die so soon. That to by some psychopath killer who kills people and sells their organs for money. No way!!!

I reach my room and hurriedly take out my keys pushing them into the key hole. I lock my door once I am inside and safe. I turn on my lights and noticed something strange.

Wait a minute! That flower vase when did I put on the the kitchen counter shouldn't it supposed to be on the table. I take the flower vase and place it on back on the table. Thats when I notice the flowers have changed. I clearly remember they were sunflowers but now they are roses. What the hell!

I pick up the rose but drop it when I prick my finger. Shit! I need a first aid. I hurry in my bathroom and fix my wound then I take a shower not bothering to pick the flowers again.

After changing into some comfy night clothes I lay on my bed and close my eyes falling asleep.

***

I jolt up because of a sound from outside. I check my phone for the time.

2:30 am

I turn on the lamp and walk out of the room. The living room is pretty dark making it feel like those creepy haunted houses in between the jungle. I walk across the room using my phones flashlight. I turn the light switch on and look around to see were the voice came from.

But I stop when I notice the flower vase back in its position with no roses but sunflowers.

Holy shit! There's someone in the house. Please don't tell me it's a psychopath serial killer. I search around in every corner of the apartment. Even the second room which is empty. But I find nothing!

What the hell is happening am I just seeing things. I look at my right hand and see the bandage around my ring finger. Of course I am not seeing things. It's real.

Well I will just sleep for now. I enter my room and slide inside my bed sheet. I really don't wanna close the lights so I just let them be.

Soon I start drifting to sleep.