• There he is again.
    Standing down the road.
    You can almost make out his carnivorous smile.
    You can almost see his preying eyes.
    Standing on the side of the road.
    I was the last to see him.
    Right before he turned into a cottage down the road.
    Silence.
    Before I heard it.
    The ear splitting scream.
    Filled with terror more than I can imagine.
    Before it stopped.
    Silence.
    The air was filled with deafening silence.
    All I could hear was my heart's beat.
    I should have called the police then.
    But I was scared. 
    That the stranger will come to me.
    Come and haunt my very being. 
    More than my nightmares would allow.
    I was there to see him.
    As he left the cottage.
    Seemingly pleased with himself. 
    Or what he had done.
    And when he steps into the light post's glimmer.
    I can make out a shining silver colored knife.
    Dripping with...I hope water.
    I wish to God that it was water. 
    And not what the police had told my parents.
    But what I saw was blood.
    Moist sticky blood.
    Enough to start a small puddle.
    I reach for the phone.
    And dial those three savior numbers.
    But before I can answer what my emergency is.
    My vision is changed.
    He...he's here.
    Somewhere, I feel it.
    A cold chill that is striking at my spine.
    And there he is.
    In front of me.
    Just standing there as I wait.
    Holding my phone limply in my hand.
    You can make out that carnivorous smile.
    You can see the glint in his preying eyes.
    And as he neared me.
    I was last the see him.
    He was the last I saw.
    The stranger.
    Down the road.