Him and I

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I was with my best friends when I first saw him. I will never forget the sight. I was totally petrified and couldn't believe me eyes. My friends couldn't see him, still can't. He just stood there and waited, looked... just stood there. It was difficult to not let myself look like a total maniac in front of my friends but what should I say? The sight was just gruesome and I didn't know what to do. It probably didn't help, that I ran away as fast as I could as soon as my friends said they couldn't see anyone. At first I thought it was a joke, just some prank my friends pulled on me, really good makeup. But I know when they're lying to me and that wasn't one of the few times they did.
I could see right through his head. He followed me. I didn't know how because I didn't see him move once while he followed me. He was just always behind me. Standing there, staring.
Fright turned into anger and I stopped.
The blood coming from the big hole in his forehead trailing down, down the side of his nose and onto the black tape that was sealing his mouth shut.
The hole was big enough that I could see right through his head.
His eyes were opened wider as seemingly possible, almost forming a perfect circle.
"What the fuck do you want?", was all I could come up with. I was too shocked to think.
That's when he started moving. I didn't think he could move. After all he just appeared behind me every time I looked.
His movements were rapid, kind of choppy. It took all my willpower not to run again and maybe I should have but I wanted to know.
The person before me lifted his blood and dirt smeared hands and tried to pull on the tape on his face. His wrists were sore and bruised. I couldn't stop staring at them.
His eyes were normal again, still opened wide but not as much. That was an improvement, wasn't it?
The person startet pulling on the Tape but it wouldn't come of.
He became more and more frustrated, tried to shout through the tape. I could see his jaw move.
His eyes were round again. He started to bend, tearing stronger on the tape.
He wanted to say something. His movements became more abrupt, more choppy and more frightening.
Running wasn't an option anymore. He could follow me, I know it.
I pursued my lips and closed my eyes tight.
"Go away....", I Said quietly but I could still hear him huff and trying to scream. I could hear it from his nose. His breath, his vocal cords vibrating. 
"GO AWAY!", I Said again, louder this time and when I couldn't hear anything anymore I opened my eyes. He was gone. Not for long, but for now. I just knew it. He would come back. He.