Category : Stories

Sub Category : Suspense/Mystery

I met a dead man yesterday.

Young in the face, but in the soul,

He was gray.

He rested silently not having much to speak, but he was the sort of person where you could see it in his eyes that his future had to be bleak. I could not help but to rest beside him, the bench he sat upon was cold. His breathing grew heavier, from a gasp transforming to a wheeze he fixed the problem by lighting a filterless cigarette. Offering me one, I succumbed when three weeeks ago unlike him, I promised myself I would be done. His hands could not fight the tremble while I tried my hardest with an attempt to disassemble exactly what it was he was doing here in the first place. "Do I need to call someone for help?"

"No," he roared, "I do not need it! Just let me be for a few more minutes."

I watched the arms of my watch slowly step, around and around, for four of the few and asked the man once more, "Is there any sort of thing that I could do?" His hands ceased to shake abruptly, he even was able to breath softly, as he brought himself to stand before myself and the bench.

"Please. Watch." Without any sort of warning, the man threw off his black coat and sprinted to the West running into a fog that appeared as quickly as he departured. How could I not begin to panic at such antics?

"Hello!" I stand on the bench, looking to the West, "Hello!" I had an obscure feeling begin to grow in the pit of my stomach that now radiated through my chest.

The dead man returned, this time, standing in the East,

Directly behind me. 

He stared, meeting my eyes, crying,

"What on Earth could this possibly mean?"

He continued, "There is one more thing that you must see." Furthermore, the man ran into the North, once again into a thig cloak of fog, rolling across the yard. I listen until I can no longer hear the faintness of his cries and ask myself WHY? The strangest part of this is I do not even remember how I got myself here; how I found the man. What exactly was I doing before this moment? I fantacised about the man and see him running away and in that haze, he finds enjoyment. I question whether the laughing I hear from behind me is reality or simply in my own mind. I thought to myself of leaving him behind, just then, he calls for me running towards North from the South. "Do you see this?"

"See what?"

"Why I am beginning to have my doubts."