The Man in the Shed

The Man in the Shed

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I shone the flashlight on him. His head slowly lifted up until his dark eyes met mine. I shuddered, as his lips curled into a sinister, creepy smile. "Well.."He dragged out the word, making my heart beat faster. "You brought me dinner!" He exclaimed in a shrill voice as he slowly lifted his scrawny body off the concrete. "This is exciting. I'm starving!" He walked closer. "Don't come any closer?" I had wanted to sound demanding but the words came out as more of a question. However, to my surprise, he stopped and took in a deep breath. "As you wish..." he turned around, facing the wall. "Leave my food at the front" And he walked away. "Erm yeah..." I said placing the plate of food down. As I walked away, I could sense him watching my every move. I walked up to the front door of my house, but turned back and looked at the road. There stood the black Ford F-150 that had gotten me into this mess in the first place. I unlocked the door and gave one last look at the shed "he" was staying at before walking into the house. What had I gotten myself into?
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I got more and more annoyed as he drove up, parked and unmounted his bike. He pulled off his helmet and shook his head, noticing me there staring at him. We just stared at each other, neither moving, neither speaking. He started to make his way up his driveway, not even bothering with a greeting, so I called out to him. "Hey! Where've you been?" I tried not to sound accusatory or angry, and I succeeded. Though I sounded more hurt than anticipated. He stopped and walked towards me. He walked kind of slowly, like he was trying to avoid me. I stood on the steps, fighting the urge to walk towards him so we could talk. Never ever did I think I'd want to talk to him, yet here I was. Once in front of me he stayed at the bottom step, not climbing up further. He said nothing and I repeated my question once again, "Where have you been?" He shifted then just replied with "Out." "Out?" I repeated, getting refueled with annoyance. "That's it? You've been missing all day and all you have to say is you were out?" "Fuck, dude, what are you, my mom? I was out! Are you trying to keep tabs on me or something?" I was angry at him, and started to feel feelings towards him that I haven't felt in months. I stepped down two steps to look at him eye level, ready to argue with him. But, rather than open my mouth to fight, I found myself staring at his tired gaze and freezing for a moment. I didn't want to fight with him, and I saw he didn't want to fight with me-at least, that was my hope. I let my glare fall and closed the distance between us, wrapping my arms around him in the tightest hug I could muster. He seemed shocked, remaining rigid in my arms until I quietly muttered, "I was worried about you, jackass," into his neck. He just sighed before relaxing and hugging me back.

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