The mysterious man
The mysterious man!
This was the strangest day of my life. There I was, calmly brushing my teeth, when I realized the face in the mirror wasn’t mine.
I shrieked in abrupt shock, as I turned around the indistinct figure surprisingly vanished. All I could see was the dark misted window beside me. ‘Who was it?’ I ran out the nearby door, to see if I could catch the man in action. I was looking around, where could he of gone? I stumbled back inside frightened of what could show up.
I strolled into the kitchen, wondering what I should do about this unknown face. I started making myself some lunch before I headed off to work. In the window above the bench the face appeared again. I raged out of the kitchen with a pan in my hand. “Where are you?!” I screamed at the top of my lungs. “What do you want from me?” I continued to march out into the garden. There he was, upright against the fence. “I’m going to get you this time!” I called.
I slowly sneaked towards the mysterious guy. As I approached him he turned around, I jumped and screamed, slowly running away. But he was defenseless. So I made a move, gradually heading towards him. “What do you want, why are you here?” He came closer and closer to me, he was mumbling something, but I couldn’t quite make out what he was saying but I was petrified. I held up my pan, “who are you?” He didn’t reply, he looked nervous about something. Suddenly, he charged towards me. I was running as fast as I could. ‘Should I turn around and hit him with the pan, or should I keep running?’ I came to an immediate stop. I turned around and got a good grip of the pan. I swung the pan and hit him straight in the face. ‘Did I just do that?’ I felt really bad for what I just did.
“What’s all the noise?” groaned my cranky neighbor. “Don’t worry Mike it’s under control.” I replied with confidence. I headed back inside to call the police, leaving the messed up looking man in the garden. I picked up the phone but in an instance, I was grabbed
This was the strangest day of my life. There I was, calmly brushing my teeth, when I realized the face in the mirror wasn’t mine.
I shrieked in abrupt shock, as I turned around the indistinct figure surprisingly vanished. All I could see was the dark misted window beside me. ‘Who was it?’ I ran out the nearby door, to see if I could catch the man in action. I was looking around, where could he of gone? I stumbled back inside frightened of what could show up.
I strolled into the kitchen, wondering what I should do about this unknown face. I started making myself some lunch before I headed off to work. In the window above the bench the face appeared again. I raged out of the kitchen with a pan in my hand. “Where are you?!” I screamed at the top of my lungs. “What do you want from me?” I continued to march out into the garden. There he was, upright against the fence. “I’m going to get you this time!” I called.
I slowly sneaked towards the mysterious guy. As I approached him he turned around, I jumped and screamed, slowly running away. But he was defenseless. So I made a move, gradually heading towards him. “What do you want, why are you here?” He came closer and closer to me, he was mumbling something, but I couldn’t quite make out what he was saying but I was petrified. I held up my pan, “who are you?” He didn’t reply, he looked nervous about something. Suddenly, he charged towards me. I was running as fast as I could. ‘Should I turn around and hit him with the pan, or should I keep running?’ I came to an immediate stop. I turned around and got a good grip of the pan. I swung the pan and hit him straight in the face. ‘Did I just do that?’ I felt really bad for what I just did.
“What’s all the noise?” groaned my cranky neighbor. “Don’t worry Mike it’s under control.” I replied with confidence. I headed back inside to call the police, leaving the messed up looking man in the garden. I picked up the phone but in an instance, I was grabbed