Novel & Cerita I Saw A Man Who Wasn't There

I think I am begining to hallucinate now. Sean is dead. The thing I saw at the woods wasn't Sean. The witches were only trying to play a trick on my mind. And I am not going to fall to that trick. I looked back at the man standing in front of me. Fuck! I think I am starting to loose it now. "Are you sure you are alright. You really look as if..." He looked behind, but nothing was there. "It's nothing." "Are you really sure?" He asked again.

My vision blurred slightly as tears gathered in my eyes. But it was the same figureI had seen alright? He was there. I swear! 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 weekly. It sounded hollow. Like I was talking about someone else's experience instead of my own.

I opened my eyes briefly, and I was greeted by a shadow of a strange man in a hat, standing in the empty space of the parking lot, with several others beside him. For some odd reason, it felt like I'd seen him before. As if sensing my eyes on him, his head slowly tilted up, and my breath hitched when I met his dark red eyes, and the others followed. It is not real, it is not real, I chanted in my head. This was just like the stares I was receiving in the mall, I was just being paranoid. I closed my eyes for a second, and when I opened them again, they were gone. While I prayed the last few seconds were just my imagination, I was already looking forward to more date nights with Sy.

I didn’t even know how to explain what I’d seen, how a man had vanished in front of me like it was nothing. So I just said, “I ran into someone.” Orion frowned. “Define ‘someone.’” I looked at the fire instead of him. “He knew my name.” That got his full attention. “What?” His tone dropped, the playfulness gone now. “Yeah,” I said quietly. “He said it like he’d been waiting for me. Then he…” I stopped myself, realizing how insane it would sound. “....he disappeared. Right in front of me like he was the wind.”

“What the hell…” “Dane?” I turned. Lila stood behind me, holding her bread. She looked normal. No red eyes. “Did you see that?” I asked, pointing toward the street. “See what?” “The man standing there. He was just… there. Watching.” She frowned and turned to look. “There’s no one there.” “He was. Just a second ago.” “Are you okay?” she asked, her voice cautious now. “I… I don’t know,” I muttered. “He was right there. And he wasn’t the only one. I saw more of them. At the edge of the market. Near the fountain.”

And now he was gone. I called the number. He answered on the first ring. "What do you mean, he's gone?" I shouted in the phone. "He just... vanished, boss," the man on the other end said. "I was watching the front. My partner was on the back. We didn't see him leave. We checked the house and he was just... gone." "You didn't see him leave?" I repeated, my voice starting to rise. "There are two of you! How do you not see one old man leave his house?"

He was the man I played poker with. I didn't really know him. He wasn't the reason why I was here now. I shifted my gaze to the man who had been playing earlier, but he suddenly disappeared. "Where is he?" I muttered to myself. The effect of this incident on me was so strong that I didn't notice he was gone.

she wondered, with arms wide… she couldn’t see. “You don’t see her?” I said turning to her. “See who?” she wondered, tiptoeing. I looked back and both Della and the fellow had disappeared. Suddenly it felt like a dream or probably an illusion. “I’m sure I just saw her there.” I said to myself, trying to convince myself that I wasn’t going insane. “Saw who?” Cara inquired, a bit restless. I looked at her. I wasn’t sure if I told her who it was that she would believe me, so I shook my head. “No one. Don’t mind me.”

I searched every corner, every shadow for my own face-for his. Minutes stretched into hours of footage. But I wasn't there. Not at the bar, not on the dance floor, not even slipping through the entrance. My stomach dropped. "Go back," I ordered, my voice hard. The man scrolled back, replayed the footage. Again, no sign of me. I pressed a trembling hand to the monitor, as if I could will myself into the grainy images. "This isn't right. I was here." The security guard looked uneasy. "Alpha, with respect, if you had been here, the cameras would show it. We don't miss people, especially not someone like you."

Suddenly, I realize that it is weird, remembering if I should see my bedroom ceiling because I pass out in my bedroom. I tried to pull myself up and sit up. "My love… My luna. You were awake! I thought you died," shouted a person beside me. The man's voice startled me. How come? I do not remember any guy being in my room last night. Who is he? Wait! I am not even in the room at the moment. The breeze gives me goosebumps. It is cold. How could I be out in the open like this? My head turned left and right, tracing the surroundings with my eyes.