when I was little I had an irrational fear of a dark man in an oversized hood that hung over his shoulders as well as his head. I had no idea who he was or what he looked like. he never looked at me, I never looked at him. he just sat there, not moving, and he didn't go away until I left the room. every once in a while I saw him, whether he be sitting atop a chair in the corner of my room or in an absent student's chair at school. I told my mother about him when I didn't stop seeing him, but she thought I was crazy. I saw him for about two years but when I turned 13 he went away. I was relieved but I started feeling like I was being watched. for some odd reason feeling like I was being watched was scarier than knowing who was there. after a couple years of seeing him, I guess I got used to it, but I hated the thought of not knowing who it was. my mom let me see a psychiatrist about it and after a few months the feeling eased. im 27 now and I haven't given that man a thought since grade seven, but the other day I started to feel like I was being watched. I thought nothing of it until earlier today, when I was coming home from work and I saw a dark figure sitting in front of my house. i pulled up to the driveway and sure enough, there he sat, atop the little chair on my front porch.