The first time I saw with my own eyes, this was Wednesday 11th November. Ten days before my fifteenth birthday. One day banal, or so I thought.
Today was not a day very beautiful, it was not very nice. I lived in a very charming town in eastern England. The fog gradually invaded the space - as each night of November - but tonight, oddly, he seemed a bit more thick than usual, he hung an atmosphere heavy in the air. It does not seem quite normal, but this season he had become accustomed to endure anything. It was a rather rough season, especially here.
I waited - like every night of the week - as hopelessly old school bus that I used to take so often happens. I was the only person at the bus stop. Since I am the only one to hang here, whether for the driveway or the back. I lived in a corner actually quite geek ... Although my mother is a great lawyer, overflowing with money, she had decided to live as anyone "normal". And to take an apartment, everything is more commonplace in a small building or one of the older person living there, except our family and our new neighbor. My mother had chosen the apartment as well there are only 3 floors, his was a lot of stairs to climb, since there was no elevator ...
I asked myself on a bench made available to the decision - at least what was left - because in most cases, it was: the dirt is filled with every part, so impossible to get sit at the risk of them risked his clothes, or are there missing a piece, or have totally disappeared. So I tried somehow to sit there as comfortably as possible. It was getting a little chilly and the sun was beginning are just lying, he would soon be dark. I used to go alone at night when it's already dark, do not ever asking the fateful question: "What could he well happened to me at night when I walk alone."
I placed my bag beside me, still holding him by a strap so as not to lose and looked around, the streets were totally deserted, except for some cars, the rusty biker, emitting an infernal noise. Looking around me, that's where my eyes were pointed at a shadow on the other side of the road, hidden behind the foliage of oaks requiring the park opposite. There I saw for the first time in the flesh before me, on the other side of the street, imposing and frightening ...
He was leaning against a huge oak hardwood - that I had, until then noticed his impressive location - right in front of me. I could not properly distinguish his clothes because he was already getting more and more bleak. It was probably dressed entirely in black. I do not know if it was me or him, but his eyes were fleeing. Despite the trouble with this shadow this time, his look was quite noticeable from where I was ... a bright light, flashing like red, but still remained impenetrable. But what such an individual could he do in a godforsaken hole like this at this hour? He must have surely noticed that someone was watching him because he hesitated to leave for a moment, then turned his head which made me jump. Until today, I've never been afraid of what could happen to me one night like this. I began to imagine any kind of scenario to make me the shivers. For once in my life, j'eu fear, and not a little. On top of that the bus was not on time, I wanted to see happen more quickly for once, it would have relieved. While he was on the other side of the road, about a hundred yards away, I could not undo the horrific images in my head or my eyes from hers. As I continued to watch to watch this stranger, his was probably annoy him. At first glance, it would cross the road in a straight line, without even bothering to go through the pedestrian who was right beside him. As he approached, I could see in detail his face lit by the moon had just appeared in the night sky. Her hair, black, longer on one side than the other, had a red reflection, he had a beautiful face, I must confess. Her skin looked strangely white, it would be natural for him ... He posted on his smile, a smile, a smile to chilling ... I could make out his teeth, which seemed even whiter than his skin was ... " Of ... "I thought I saw something unusual at his teeth, but clears quickly this mournful thought of my mind. I was even more amazed when I saw his face properly, I thought I recognized someone I knew for quite some time, I had already seen. But it was totally impossible to put a name to this face, does not prevent me from having all the same fear. The moon had taken its place in the sky now black only seems to shine or that he was. As if they were "linked" in some sense. A rather unusual experience.
I heaved a sigh of relief when I heard the rusty engine, the bus reached the end of the street. I think I can say it was the first time I was also glad to see it happen. When he arrived before me, the unknown does not seem as unknown as it was stopped in the middle of the road missing being crushed by one of the few cars passing this evening.
Leaving my thoughts, I suddenly jumped from the bench, taking my bag in one hand - by failing to release stupidly started - and went like a whirlwind in the bus welcoming as this is good old driver that I support. That must be really tiring bus driver, that's why I would never trade this for anything in the world. The bus was almost empty, I decided, and went to sit at the back right against the window that looked right on the side of the road or what was just the man to look weird. Just out of curiosity, I looked out the window if he was still standing there. But with amazement, I could see that not ... Or was it can go in so long? I looked for some minutes, thinking it may be mounted in the bus ... But as he started off, this idea quickly disappeared from my head.
"And if I had simply imagined?" I asked myself.
"And if there had never been someone in front of me?"
"And if I were crazy?"
I could not answer any of these questions yet. The only thing I could say with utmost certainty, was that I could not sleep safely my ears tonight with all these questions I am stuck in your head because of what I "thought" they saw.
"Who could it be?" "And what did he want me?"