He's Always Watching
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What happened when the strange man first entered the family‑owned bistro?
Hotel Mats Espoossa on enemmän kuin hotelli. Meillä on kotonasi. Kompaktista studiosta tilavaan huoneistoon, jossa oma keittiö, parve ja jopa sauna. Oli sitten työmatkalla pidemmällä komennuksella tai minilomalla. Meillä viihdut kuin kotona hotelin palveluilla. Hotel Mats Espoon matin kylässä ajattomasti tyyläs. Aina nykyaikainen.
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I still think about this sometimes, even though it happened several years ago now. There are certain memories that don't really fade. You can go months without thinking about them. Then something completely ordinary will just bring them all back. For me, it's usually seeing someone standing alone near a bus stop, hearing footsteps behind me, or noticing someone looking through a window. It all started in October of twenty twenty two. At the time I was living with my parents in a small town in northern France, and My parents, they owned a little neighborhood bistro directly opposite the regional bus station, and They had been running it for six years by this point, I think, so we knew almost everyone who came through that door.
It wasn't the kind of place where strangers appeared every day, and most customers were regulars, but We knew who came in before work, who stopped for coffee after dropping their children at school, or who came in every Friday afternoon and who always complained about the weather. I occasionally helped my parents behind the counter as well, particularly on weekends when things got busy. I had never felt unsafe there. Well, until one afternoon. It was relatively quiet when the man walked in, and didn't recognize him. That alone wasn't particularly strange. People did occasionally wander in from the bus station, or especially if they were waiting for a connection, But he looked really unwell and The first thing that I noticed was his eyes.
They were unnaturally yellow, the whites almost completely discoloured, and His jaw was also twitching, and Not a little nervous movement, too. Like, his entire jaw seemed to jerk involuntarily every few seconds. He approached the counter and tried to say something to me, but I just couldn't understand a word that he was saying. His speech was thick and slurred, and he was swaying slightly as though he was struggling to remain upright. I initially wondered whether he had been drinking. But then I wondered whether something was medically wrong and tried to remain polite. I asked him what he'd like, He mumbled something. I asked him to repeat himself, but He suddenly became angry. His voice got louder, but the words were still mostly unintelligible.
I looked over at my father at this point. He had noticed the situation by then, and I quietly told him that I didn't feel comfortable serving this man and My father came over instead, and took over the conversation, and He remained remarkably calm. He told the man that unfortunately he couldn't serve him and that he'd have to leave. The man's reaction is It was immediate. He began shouting. There were other customers inside as well, and several of them turned around to look at this point. My father kept telling him to calm down, but eventually the man became so aggressive that my father had to physically guide him outside. The whole thing probably lasted less than five minutes, but And once he was gone, we locked the door for a little bit, and
Nobody knew who he was, and we assumed that that would be the end of it. But it wasn't. About two weeks later, I was outside the bistro wiping down some tables at one point. It was one of those grey afternoons where the sky never seemed to get properly bright, and
How did the narrator realize the man was watching him outside the bistro two weeks later?
The bus station across the street?
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Chapters
5 chapters
1
What happened when the strange man first entered the family‑owned bistro?
0:00–4:35
2
How did the narrator realize the man was watching him outside the bistro two weeks later?
4:35–29:42
3
Why did the man start following the narrator on the canal path and what did he say?
29:42–35:56
4
What was the note the man gave the narrator and what did it contain?
35:56–41:16
5
What was discovered at the narrator’s bedroom window and how did the police respond?
41:16–1:01:02