Entry 03
Unknown date

It's almost time for him to appear. It's cold and rainy outside once again, but I'm not going to let that stop me. This time, I'm going to go outside and wait for him there. If he sees me standing right there when he comes, he'll have no choice but to talk to me. Then I can finally find out what's going on.

I hope he's just mistaking me for someone, or that he's lost and needs help finding someone or a certain place. Both of those would be honest, harmless mistakes. Everything would be okay if either was the case. But there's something that tells me it's not going to be. For once I hope my gut feeling is wrong.

Somehow it seems so much colder today than it has been. Maybe that's just my imagination. I'm going to go outside and wait for him now. I think I just saw a shadow beneath one of the streetlights.

I waited, but somehow he already knew. He didn't show up at his usual place across the street from my apartment. I stood there waiting for probably half an hour before I realized that he probably wasn't coming. People walking by asked me if I was lost, waiting for someone, or even if I needed a ride home. I waved all of them off and just waited. I stood there shivering in the cold for about another half hour before I spotted something out of the corner of my eye.

There was a playground to my left; the local playground for the kids in the city. Of course, no one was there now since it was probably around ten at night. But the playground itself wasn't my concern at the moment. I was worried about what I saw on the other side of it.

Standing in the darkness just outside of the woods on the other side, shrouded in darkness, was none other than the very figure I had been waiting for. When I saw him, a horrible chill ran down my spine, and I found myself frozen in place.

Had he been standing there this whole time...?

My fear prevented me from opening my mouth to speak. No matter how much I wanted to, I couldn't say anything. I couldn't call out to him, I couldn't tell at him, I couldn't do anything. So I just stood there staring at him like a deer caught in headlights.

He didn't move an inch the the several minutes that we stared at each other. However, this time I was able to make out something new. Against the dark contrast of the pitch black woods behind him, I made out something white and red. It took me a few minutes to realize that the red was a tie, which meant the white was a shirt. Upon further examination, I realized that he was wearing a simple black suit with a red tie. This confirmed my thoughts that the figure is male.

After a few more moments, I don't know if it was my imagination, or if it really happened, but he moved. I saw him move. It was the slightest movement one could make - almost like a twitch, if I had to describe it in some way. It was so subtle that I'm sure I must have imagined it, but regardless of whether or not he really did, an ice cold fear suddenly gripped me along with the paranoia that he might start toward me, and I ran all the way back to my apartment without looking back.

I still don't know who he is or what he wants, but somehow I'm certain now that it's not good. I'm not safe. I should tell the people in my apartment about him. Maybe someone else as seen him as well. Maybe they know him.

My head is starting to hurt. I think I'll call it a night for now.