Eric Fomley

Had I missed him somehow?

Had he gotten around me and my mind was just playing tricks on me?

It was an uncomfortable thought and feeling.

I was sure I was somewhat losing it.

I turned around and made my way to the hallway.

I gathered up my deployed taser and put it away, pulling out my Glock instead.

Alarm bells were going off in my head about what I'd just seen.

There was something dangerous about this guy.

Costumes or not, he was aggressive, but I wasn't willing to put myself in the line of fire.

I swept both sides of the hallway before going further down.

I opened one door only for him to open a door several doors down and run across the hall.

Freeze!

He leapt into a room, not bothering to open the door, just passing right through like he was a fucking ghost.

Now I was seeing things.

I moved for the room, opened the door, and looked inside.

Empty, completely empty.

I clamped my eyes shut and opened them.

What was wrong with me?

I knew I couldn't be seeing what I was seeing.

I heard another commotion down the hallway, and he was standing all the way at the end, back turned to me.