masked stranger

…So I stood there, near the window, for what felt like an hour, eyes scanning the darkness. Occasionally, a flicker of movement would catch my attention. A shadow, a trick of the light. And every time my chest tightened, expecting to see that masked figure creeping closer. Eventually, I convinced myself to move away from the window and drop onto the living r…

…the house sat another fifty yards away with no fence or heavy brush to hide behind i almost slipped as i picked up speed my boots failing to find solid traction on the snowy ground part of me expected to hear him pounding the snow behind me the image of that masked face propelled me forward…

…I gave a small wave, almost like I was saying, oh, hey, sorry to scare you, but it was a dumb reflex. The stranger didn't move, not even a nod. He just stood there, staring right at me, or at least that's what it looked like. With the mask, I had no way of knowing for sure, couldn't see any hint of an expression. The utter lack of response locked me in a we…