The Man in the Forest

Every night at 2 AM, a man in the forest would wave at my tenth floor window.

What happened next still keeps me awake. I lived in this old apartment building that overlooked

a small patch of trees. Nothing fancy, just some woods between us and the

highway. But at night, those trees turned into this void of absolute darkness.

The first time I saw him, I thought my eyes were playing tricks. I couldn't sleep,

so I wandered to the window around 2 AM. That's when I spotted him.

A figure standing at the forest edge, perfectly still, facing my building. Maybe someone walking

their dog, I thought. Except he wasn't walking. He wasn't even breathing,