Every mother has told there children, not to talk to strangers, and avoid them. And the ones who choose not to listen to there mother's warning, well lets just say they will taking a nap for a very long time. Well me being in my 20's barely getting my own place with a one of my friends, I thought I could do whatever I want and not worry about anything. How foolish of me. After a month or so living in my new apartment me and my friend Matt were invited to a party. We were heading to the party, it was 9:36. We were about a block away, when I saw him. He was standing by a light post, he also had hood over his head so I couldn't see his face. I'm not sure why but I got goosebumps when I saw him. He didn't seem like he would hurt anyone, but he still freaked out. He then looked at me, I couldn't see him clearly due to the darkness, but I swear I saw him smile. I immediately turn around to the road. the car swivels a bit, but I got control. Matt freaks out and asks "What the hell man!!?" I say " Oh sorry, guess I spaced out a bit". We then reached the party. The entire time was uneasy. After an hour or so of parting we decided to head home. Matt was to drunk to drive, he couldn't even walk. He says "I'll drive." I take the keys from him. " " What, no way man, we'll die if you drive." Me still being a bit sober drive all the way home. On the way I look at the light post where I saw the guy, he wasn't there, witch was a great relief. Some how I get home, without crashing or getting arrested. I carry Matt to our apartment, and leave him in the living room. I go to my room, I take quick look out the window. And I see the same guy walking by. He suddenly stops and looks at me. I turn around and close the window and the curtains. And I go to sleep. I suddenly wake up to a cold wind blowing on me. I get up and close it. I then realize I closed it earlier that night I shrugged it off thinking it was Matt and go back to sleep. The wake up the next morning with a hangover. I hart Matt vomiting. I luagh and say "You shouldn't have drunked so much. He laughs " Yeah, but it was one hell of a night. " we spend the entire dat watching tv, due to our hangover. A few days later I was on my way back from work when I see him again. Just causally walking. I drive faster, about 5 minutes later I get pulled over. The cop did the usual cop routine when someone gets pulled over. He leaves with a warning. I go home to see Matt on the couch watching tv. "Have you heard there's a animal on the loose that kills and eats people and even drinks there blood , maybe its werewolf slash vampire." He laughs. " No, but seriously there's a animal killing people." I grab a beer and open it. "Well we're in the city, not the woods." "Yeah you're right, but still, that shit is crazy." " I guess" I responded. After 2 beers and a quick shower I go to bed. Mat as always goes to sleep about a half hour later.I wake up to a sound of something breaking. Its 2:37 in the morning. I went out to see what Matt broke. But I'm startled by the sight of Matt holding his baseball bat. "There's someone inside the house. I grab my bat and follow Matt to the living room. As we enter the living room I get hit in the back of my head. I fall to the ground, fainting in and put of consciousness. The last thing I see is Matt struggling against the the intruder then getting stabbed multiple times. As I regain consciousness in see the intruder crouching next to Matt's lifeless body. I get up and grab my bat. The intuder looks at me. I see was the same guy I saw earlier that week. His skin was a pale grey, almost as if he was dead. And his veins were pooping out, they were a dark grey. I raise my bat put my self in a position to swing. He smiles and get up and walks toward me. As he gets closer I swing my bat, he stops it with one arm. As I shake in fear he speaks " I see you like baseball." His voice was raspy, like when you need to cough or a need a drink of water badly. And I notice that he had blood on his right side of his face, he also had a large scar from his left eye to his chin. He had blood coming from his mouth. I look at Matt, he had a huge wound on his neck, and it seemed as part of his flesh ripped off. At I look back at the intuder, he smiles. It sends chills down my spine. I some up the courage and hit the intuder in the face. He looks down and puts his hand where I hit him, and groans for a bit. I
walk backwards to make sure I don't lose sight of him. As he looks back up, he says " I forgot you said you were a boxer, you throw quiet a hit." " I never spoken to you." I respond " Oh really?, didn't your mother ever told you not to talk to stragers?" At that moment I realize I've spoken with the man many time. During lunch and break at work. And even on the bus when my car wad in the shop. I panic and run to my room. "Where you going the fun has only barely begun." I barricaded the door, and looked for my gun my father gave me. When I found it I check how many rounds I had. It had only one bullet in the chamber. I forgot that I sold the rest to pawn shop for some extra cash. As the intuder bangs against the door I point the gun towards the door. As the intuder kicks the door down. I wait till he comes into sight. I shoot. BANG. I hit the him in the shoulder. He looks at the bullet wound and smiles. I panic, I'm paralyzed in fear. As he gets closer he says " I'm going enjoy killing you." After that the rest is a blur. I wake up to see the strager walking away. I try moving but I had a huge wound on my lower stomach, and a few other stab wounds. I gather the bit of energy to write this, to warn you about the strager. Don't talk to stragers. As I write this I hear sirens. I'm very tired. If you excuse me, I'm going to take a nap. For a very very long time.
