So nothing's been up lately, I've been good, no sightings, no creepy feelings like eyes watching me for a few weeks. I've been sleeping again, things are good. I've had a few extra bucks in my pocket, so on the way home after I get off the interstate I got a few dollars out for one of the homeless gents that is always present under the bridge I pass.
I see someone as I stop at the light, that I motion to, with the typical green in my hand, which he noticed of course. Now, I'm not good with strangers, in fact I always try to remain guarded around them, in fear of being carjacked or robbed. As he approached, I saw his cardboard sign on the ground.
It had a picture that looked far too similar to tall dark and faceless on it, scrawled on the right side.
As...surprising and alarmed as I had gotten over it, I failed to notice the light change, so I pulled off to the side to let traffic pass. I was regarded by the three homeless in the area as a curiosity, as I made a brave move to talk to the man I was to deliver charity to.
I may have some of the words wrong, but here's the general context of what happened
Me>>> Uhm, afternoon
Runner>>> Thank ya, god bless you for the help
Me>>> Well. yeah. i've been okay so I figured i'd return the....uhm
Me>>> So I noticed your sign here...
it read " Please Help. F(X)LL(X)ED. Hungry and Cold" then with the stick figure next to it.
I didn't notice the symbols at first, so crudely drawn.
Me>>> So...you're followed...well, I know this sounds funny, but I'm a bit morbidly curious today...so the government?
As I understand it, that's a typical complaint, followed, stalked by the gov't. Paranoia at its finest.
He shook his head and barked a wry laugh.
Runner>>> Hell, if it were so easy.
Me>>> Okay, humor me?
Runner>>> Ehh, I think you're better off not knowing.
Me>>> Well that does pique me...I can guess, I bet. I've heard a lot on the web lately about something that's been....a nuisance.
Runner>>> I dunno if that's the word for it.
Me>>> A tall figure? Dressed in black?
I saw him flinch, which was enough of an acknowledgment as I needed.
Me>>> So you're on the run from him? You following the rules then?
Me>>> Yeah...alright, I get you. Uhm listen.....I know this seems......reckless of me, since I don't know you from Adam, but...you want a place to crash tonight? I've got a nice couch and a couple of good blankets.
He looked at me for a moment, then shook his head, "Nah....I wouldn't want to bring you into it."
I told him I understood, and handed off a few more dollars to him, what I could spare at the moment, and headed home.
As I headed home, I wondered if maybe I had met a fellow blogger just then, running from the construct. I hadn't stopped to ask his name. Was it M? Perhaps even Zeke down on his luck, or some anonymous stranger who had a story to tell. I think I'll go see if he's still there tomorrow.
Then I realized that it was in my city....I know he can move, he can teleport, be anywhere, but to know that he's *here*. Its astounding. He's in my city somewhere.
A window rattles as the wind passes through, and I nearly get a heart attack as the pizza guy knocks on my door.
Just shadows and noise.
Always shadows and noise.