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Mr. Nobody

It all happened one Friday night, while I was coming home late from work. I already knew the kids would definitely be asleep by now, my husband likely too, so I didn’t rush home.

     My shoes clacked on the hard pavement as I walked down the high street. Most shops were closed, only the late-working ones and the pubs were all still open. It was still quite chilly, so I firmly held my bag close to me, buttoned my black coat right to the top and readjusted my scarf.

     I was walking for a few minutes down the high street, when I felt someone was following me. My spine tingled and I felt an icy chill settle between the blades of my shoulders, but I carried on walking, thinking of humming the tune to a song quietly to keep it off my mind.

     After some time, I felt I couldn’t keep it up any longer. Quickly, I swiveled my head around to behind me. And sure enough, someone was walking behind me. He was dressed all in black, with his hood up, walking all hunched up, hands dug deep into his pockets and he had dark hair that covered parts of his eyes. But when I looked at him, those strange eyes gave me a creepy feeling, so I rapidly looked back again, feeling them bore into my back. How long had he been walking behind me?

     But how am I supposed to know whether this was just the way to where he wanted to go? How am I supposed to know whether he really is following me?

     I decided to quicken my pace. However, no matter how fast I walked, he was always the same distance away from me.

     And then came the dreaded part: to get to my house, I had to walk through a very dark, narrow and deadly quiet street before I reached my house.

     Would he turn at the same time I would? Or would he just walk straight on or turn another way? Oh, gosh. How am I supposed to know?

     I suddenly turned left and into that street. And he, also, mimicked my actions. Oh, how fast my heart was beating! I felt like the whole world could hear it. Likewise with my shallow breaths.

     I felt like we were the only two people awake, and goodness knows what sort of tragic thoughts were swirling around in my heart at the same time.

     Finally I saw my house in sight. I breathed out a sigh of relief. Soon, I would be tucked in bed all snug, and asleep.

     I fished about my bag for the house keys. Unlocking the front doors, I went inside, dumped my bag on the sofa, and yawned. I was tired!

     After taking a quick shower, I went into my bedroom and got changed. Somehow, out of the corner of my eye, I caught something moving outside below from my window.

     Cautiously, I moved towards the window and saw that man, standing in the same position, outside my front garden! I stood there, gaping, for a few minutes, until I saw him shuffling slowly away from the house. Good! I yawned again. I should really get to bed, I thought. Hm, I wondered where he was going, at this time of night, and why he followed me. And again, I yawned. I should really get to b--- no. I want to find out where he’s going. Am I really that crazy? Do I really want to go out at this time of night, alone, with no idea of where I'm going, and follow a stranger?

     Answer: yes.

     Quick as quick, I changed again into comfortable, dark clothes, and tiptoed out of the house, remembering my keys and phone. Who knows what might happen?

     He was a good, safe distance away from me now, and I kept to the darkest places when seeking him. He took me through many streets and corners I hadn’t even known before.

     Until, he turned into a corner where I knew there was a dead end. Why would he go there? Maybe he was a hobo, and that was where he slept? I went there to find out.

     I always kept my eyes on that corner. I always did. There were never any ways to get past that dead end, no other openings there, and no escape. So he would still be there.

     And yet, when I turned that corner, he was gone.