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i saw the man again yesterday. he was openly staring at me this time. i guess it doesnt matter anymore though. he must already know that i've seen him. but the thing is he wasn't just smiling this time he was openly laughing and pointing at me. this time he had something in his hand. i then realized that he wasnt pointing at me with his hand but with a tiny silver pocket knife. he started walking toward me so i turned tail and ran.
that night i got a phone call. the voice on the other end of the line was deep and raspy. "i can see you" it said. i was really getting pissed off now, well more scared than pissed off, but pissed off all the same. i told him that if i ever see him again i'm going to call the cops. he said that the cops wouldn't be able to help me.
then my power cut off. my doorbell rang. a voice in my head said that i should go nowhere near the door but i ignored it. i went to the door and looked out the peephole. somebody had covered it. the decision to make was to either open the door and possibly get killed or let whoever was out there leave. like an idiot i opened the door...