Someone's Watching You

I felt something behind me. I did not know what it was but it was there. Slowly I looked behind me but then it was gone. My hart was pumping in my chest and in that minute I felt very lonely. The only person in the restaurant was a man in black who was hiding behind a paper in the corner.

That was the first episode with the mystery man. I forgot about it for a while and everything was normal again. I never thought of him at work or at home until some weeks after, where I had a double date with my new friend, my boss and his wife. I was standing in front of the mirror in my bedroom and suddenly I heard a noise coming from the kitchen. My hart was pumping wild again. Then I thought of the day in the café. I did not know what to do and without a single thought i my mind I walked slowly out of my bedroom. and towards the kitchen door. I couldn’t see anything from there so I took a deep breath and walked into the kitchen and in the same second i entered a shade jumped out of an open window. I couldn’t believe what i just saw. I always lock the front door when I come home so it did not make any sense. Maybe i was just having an everyday psychose caused by a barin tumour, or something like that. I just couldn’t figure it out. I grabbed my purse and ran out to the car. My hart was jumping again in fear of that someone was watching me. I droved fast on the road while my head was filled up with thoughts. I got the feeling that he sitting on the backsea, i could almost hear his heavy breathing. My body was pinned down, i couldn't turne around and see. I forced myself to stop the car and walk out. When i was on a distance i looked to the car, and i was right, there was a man in backseat he was dressed in black but I couldn’t se his face the shades from his coat was hiding it. He came out of the car and walked slowly away from me. My voice trempled: “who are you?” i asked. He said: “That my friend, i can not tell you but, but u can rest asure that you will never see me again. I have done what was asked of me. So now it is time for me to leave” and then he walked away in the mist. I stod still for a long time, thinking about this strange man. it was raining cats and dogs, so i got back in my car, and drove into the black nothingness of dispair, hoping for oneday to know who this man really was.