I Saw A Man Who Wasn't There นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Then another memory resurfaced, the moment they had vanished in front of me like ghosts. I turned back to him sharply. “You disappeared that last time,” I said. He blinked. “What?” “You and the others,” I insisted. “You disappeared that day right in front of me.” He laughed nervously. “You must have seen it wrongly.” I shook my head. “I don’t see it wrong. You vanished. I watched it happen.” He sighed like he was tired of the conversation. “We didn’t disappear.” “Then what did you do?” I demanded.

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?

You could have at most told the police if you didn't want to tell me. "Nate. When did you get here?" "Not relevant. Why didn't you say anything yesterday?" "I wasn't sure," I cut in. "I'm sure it was only a figment of my imagination." "But you said you saw a watch." "Yeah but, I also said I saw someone but strangely when I got there I didn't see no one. And there wasn't even a door there so how could the person have left. I'm quite sure I was only imagining. But why are you here?"

I walk the street about to go back home, I am done here I thought. I take a moment to stand at the same spot where I can see myself from the glass window of the coffee shop. And as I am looking at the glass window, I see myself wearing a tiny yellow dress, but this time there is another person, a man. As I look at our images from the glass, he is standing beside me. What? I couldn’t believe my eyes. And this time he is not inside the mirror nor the glass window. We stand at the same location at the same time. Is this real? Am I dreaming again? I couldn’t even turn to him. I am shy. What if he does not remember me? I turn to him and catch him looking straight at me. We are both quiet for a m

nothing. I stabbed at a piece of toast like it had insulted me. So that was it? I was just… invisible now? He didn’t see me. Or maybe he saw me and just didn’t care. Was I like a ghost? Really? He was going to just walk out like that? Like actually walk out? I was sitting right there, in plain sight—brushed hair, and Mr. Williama just decided to do a whole “I didn’t see you” performance and leave without so much as a nod?

He pointed at my feet, and I looked down, realizing I was standing directly in the middle of the street. How had I not noticed? I looked back at the man, ready to laugh it off, but he was already gone. Vanished as quickly as he’d appeared. I glanced around, but there was no trace of him. Just the quiet hum of the city and the cold bottle in my hand. Weird.

But if he was here, then he knew the connection between Brent and me, and that could mean a lot of things I didn't even want to ponder at the moment. Then the weirdest thing happened. As I got closer, the person that I had so clearly seen wasn't there anymore. I didn't even know what to think. How could he just disappear before my very eyes? I kept staring around, looking for any sign of him, but the compound was empty. It was as though he had never been here. "I didn't know you were coming," Brent exclaimed, as he saw me through the window. "Babe, come inside."

My vision blurred slightly as tears gathered in my eyes. But it was the man I had seen alright? He was there. I swear it! Even after all this time I can see him clearly, even now! His gaze burned into mine as if he wanted to make sure I did disappear and never come back. And I know for a fact that I saw him. I'm sure he was real. “Yes'' I croaked out . “It was real” I added weakly. It sounded hollow. Like I was talking about someone else's experience instead of my own.

Illusion. Yes. That was it. All of that is not true. Maybe it was the product of stress and too much frustration. It can't be possible, I said to myself when I woke up on my bed the next day. I remember everything that happened on the rooftop. What the man said and what I saw in his eyes. I also remembered how Nari came and called me. And the next second, the stranger disappeared on thin air as if he wasn't even there. Nari didn't even see him. So, I thought everything that happened was just an illusion.