He Followed Me Home

I was hunting alone when I saw him standing between the trees. Not a deer. Not a bear.

A man in a tattered suit, perfectly still, staring directly at me.

His eyes were completely black. No whites. No pupils. Just endless void.

I raised my rifle but my hands wouldn't stop shaking. He smiled and his mouth opened way

too wide, showing rows of teeth that shouldn't exist. Then he spoke without

moving his lips. He said my full name. My childhood nickname. Things nobody alive

should know. I ran. Branches tore at my face but I didn't stop.

When I finally reached my truck, I looked back. He was standing at the edge of the