I Met A Man That Wasn't There Novels & Stories

“Good morning!” We walked together down the steps and toward the elevator across the living space. I gripped the straps of my backpack tightly, trying to chase away the memories of my dream. I had to remind myself that it didn’t actually happen. But the fact that I have dreamt about all four of them again makes me nervous. Even the mysterious man who has yet to reveal himself to me. Always watching, but never present. Who was that?

I stared at the reason, reading it over and over: “No show.” I blinked, trying to make sense of it. What? That didn’t make any sense. I had been there. I had just… been with someone at the club. The fantasy man I had paid for, the one I had trusted, the one who had made me feel things I’d never felt before—wasn’t he real? Or had I been sent to the wrong room? Was he even working there? Or had I… been tricked somehow?

I thought to myself I didn’t like it but I had to meet him. Harper pulled me back by the shoulder distracting me. I turned to speak with the man but he was no longer there. He didn’t walk past me cause if he did, I would have seen him. "How did I miss him?" I asked myself. “Earth to Mason!” Harper snapped his fingers repeatedly calling me back. “Are you okay bro?” he asked. “Didn’t you see the man that was standing here?” “I didn’t see any man” he gave me a crazy look.

Never! "Please don't call me that Issa; and I have no intentions of keeping this baby. I'm getting rid of it." The wind seemed to have carried my words with them yo the wrong ears. "What?" I heard a voice came in from the door. I turned to see who it was. There he stood! The man. It was him. I knew it was him and this time I knew too it wasn't an illusion or my imagination. I was certain he was there, real, in the flesh and blood. Not just because I was glued to a bed and couldn't run away or get run over by a truck.

“I am certain we have never met. I remember all the enormous pigs I encounter.” “I assure you,” Boston countered. “We met at the festival and danced. You took my house number so you could visit the enchantingly handsome man who won your heart that day. I am he. Don’t you remember me?” “No, you are not he. You are another,” the mannequin said, clearly indignant but potentially confused now too. “At least I think you are. But why would you lie to me? I suppose you must be he.”

I stared at him, unable to form a word. “D-Don’t call me that.” The words came barely above a whisper. There was no way. No way this man was still breathing. I made sure he was dead. I had watched the blood spill across that cold clinic floor before I disappeared almost four years ago. And yet, here he was. “Miss Sofia, gentlemen—this way, please,” someone called, cutting into my spiral like a knife. The man beside me rose casually, like nothing had happened. I followed, careful to keep my face composed.

so closely that it was only audible to me. Before I could do something to stop my panting, to understand who was the man, to know who is he to call me by my name perfectly rolling on his tongue as he has been practising this for too long. The room became bright again and the man was no longer to be found. What was that? Was I hallucinating? Or a person in his living state was there to save me from falling. There was no sign, no clue of his existence then was it all my imagination?

I abandoned Callista and ran to find that man, but no matter how far I went, I could not find him again. I tried to push through the jostling crowd, determined to find the man who had just brushed past me. Was it reality or a dream? Or was it just my intense longing manifesting as a delusion? I truly did not know, only that in that fleeting tenth of a second, an overwhelming rush of nostalgia swept through my mind and heart.

He however volunteered to take me to get a cab home, I shook my head and accepted his Help, together we left the club, we were both standing by the road to grab a cab, that when I felt a warm breeze, pass by_ it passed behind and when I turned to look, I didn't find anything. "Hey, you okay,". He asked me, I found myself nodding my head at him when I retained my attention, he smiles and continued standing by the road with him, I stood by his side, however some few minutes later, I noticed the same breeze, I turned to look around again, this time I pull away from the man I met at the club, I scanned the entire area, there was nothing wrong happening, however when I thought of going back, to t

I asked Sophia my sister one time. “No. Who is it?” she asked back. “I don’t know. Never mind.” It turned out not even her best friend Sophia was spared from being kept in the dark about this strange man. Though it was unlike me I went in further search of this man and off I went to the city’s library to find anything on this Jamal Kunis of which I found none. I used the internet and every means assessable but still found nothing. It was now beginning to creep me. A man who just happened to show up to claim Methis to be his. A man with no record anywhere not even a social media profile. If this did not spell creepy, I did not know what did.