She looked at him and he returned that look, he noticed that she was staring at him with a certain horror that only describes as him being a monster, but he wasn't a monster, he was a normal human being with a face not too distracting for the human eye, in fact, he considered him self as good looking in the mirror. She stared even longer and deeper into him, to the point where he was genuinely uncomfortable and reckoned he should go speak to her, he stood up, she did as well, and as he took a few steps toward her, she walked away, out of the building they were in and almost jogging away from the building, almost as if she was avoiding him, he was sure she wasn't, until it happened again.
An old man at the bus stop, staring at him, with a cold disbelief that made him shiver, the way the old man looked at him, he almost thought he wasn't looking at him until the old man pointed at him. He couldn't shake the feeling of an inevitable fate that had befallen him, he hated the fact that he didn't know why the man and women looked so afraid of him, it was chilling at best, he decided to walk home from that point and walked away, trying to ignore the wheezing old man's words, although how much he tried, one word rang at the back of his head, 'Look.'
He walked on, once in a while, lifting his head to find lots more people staring, petrified of him, he stopped, he found a little girl staring at him two feet away. It was then he was close enough to realise, none of the previous people who were giving him looks, were looking at him, no, this girl, she was looking an inch to the side, behind him, he felt a finger, on his temple, it was so cold but he didn't notice that because, the girl looked at the finger, now hovering above his ear, and screamed and he felt too petrified to turn and face what or who ever was terrifying enough to cause such terror, but he had to. He turned, froze and stared in horror.
