He Waited Until I Was Alone
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i was around 11 when this happened but even though it was years ago i still remember the feeling more than anything else it was a weekend afternoon and my mom had taken me with her while she ran some errands the shopping area was one of those older parts of town that had never really been updated There were a few businesses still operating, but between them were pretty much just empty lots, closed storefronts, and old buildings that looked like they had been abandoned for at least a few years. I hated that area as a kid too. There was one section between the stores that always felt strange. The pavement was cracked, the weeds grew through everything there, and there were some old signs and boarded up entrances everywhere.
It wasn't dangerous during the day or anything, but... It had the kind of atmosphere that made you walk a little bit quicker. Anyway, while my mum shopped, I wandered around near the entrance because I was a bit bored. I would step outside for a minute, look around, then go back inside whenever I got tired of the heat. that's when i noticed someone across the parking area there was a man standing near an old signpost at first i didn't think anything of him too i mean adults stood around waiting all the time right but after a few minutes i realized something was strange he wasn't really doing anything he wasn't looking at his phone he wasn't waiting for someone he wasn't walking anywhere He was just sort of, well, standing there.
And every time that I came outside, he seemed to notice as well. I started testing it out without really meaning to as well. I'd walk out, look toward the parking lot, and go back inside. A few minutes later, I'd do it again. Every time, though, his attention was on me. There was something uncomfortable about the way that he watched. It wasn't casual. It felt focused, like he was waiting for something. Eventually, my mum gave me her phone and asked me to find my uncle, who was supposed to pick us up and tell him to move the car closer because she had too many bags. I didn't think too much of it. I walked outside and started heading toward where the car usually parked. And that was when the man moved. He pushed away from where he had been standing and started walking in the same direction.
At first, I told myself that it was just a coincidence. Then I noticed that he was matching my pace. I slowed down and he slowed down. I walked faster and so did he.
What happens when the narrator first notices the strange man by the signpost?
I remember the exact moment when I stopped trying to convince myself that it was nothing. It was the sound of his footsteps behind me. The parking lot, you see, was covered in loose gravel, and every step made this sharp crunching sound, and he wasn't rushing. He wasn't running. He didn't need to. He was just steadily getting closer. ... I turned toward the older part of the shopping area because I thought that I could cut through and lose him among the buildings. Instead though, I heard his footsteps continuing behind me. That was when I ran. I don't remember thinking about it, I just remember my body sort of reacting. I ran past the empty storefronts, around the abandoned sections, and toward the road where I knew the cars usually stopped.
I was terrified to look back because, well, some part of me already knew that he was still there. But when I finally did look, he was still walking. That scared me too, more than if he had been running. He didn't look angry, he didn't look excited, he just had that same blank expression and the same steady pace. I made it across the road and spotted my uncle's car finally. I pulled open the passenger door and got inside, trying to explain what had happened while barely being able to breathe from all the running.
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