He looked at me with crazed desperation. It almost radiated off of him in waves.
I struggled to form a single sentence.
"A-are you okay? Can I get yo--"
"I used to live in your house."
His bloodshot eyes darted around rapidly before rolling backwards. His lean body fell to the ground.
I screamed, turned around, trying to see if anyone else had seen what just happened.
The street was vacant of any life whatsoever.
I pulled my phone out of my pocket, ready to dial 911.
Turning back around, I saw that he was no longer on the ground.
In fact, he was nowhere to be found.
***
So I've had this story in my head for ages and I'm really, really excited to finally share it with people. Things are gonna get a little crazy and intense and I can't wait.
