It was night when I first saw him. I had been driving home past 10 when out of nowhere, a man appeared on the side of the road. However, when I slammed on the brakes and pulled over, there was no one there. After that night, I continued to see him every night I drove by that hillside past 10. When I asked the locals about him, expecting to be called crazy, I got a very different answer. They told me the legends surrounding him and his sightings on the beaches in the area and his sad song that could be heard once a year every June.
One night, I drove by the hillside at 10:30 and saw no one. I wondered where he had disappeared to, but those thoughts were swiftly driven from my mind when I saw that I had about a sixteenth of a tank left. When I was down at the gas station, I turned around and slammed into him. "Sorry." he whispered in a musical voice, turned around and walked away. I was left staring after him with only ringing ears and a memory of something that I would never forget. Never...ever, not in a thousand years...
