About five years ago I lived downtown in a
major city in the US. I've always been a night
person, so I would often find myself bored
after my roommate, who was decidedly not a
night person, went to sleep. To pass the time,
I used to go for long walks and spend the time
thinking.
I spent four years like that, walking alone at
night, and never once had a reason to feel
afraid. I always used to joke with my
roommate that even the drug dealers in the
city were polite. But all of that changed in just
a few minutes of one evening.
It was a Wednesday, somewhere between
one and two in the morning, and I was
walking near a police patrolled park quite a
ways from my apartment. It was a quiet night,
even for a week night, with very little traffic
and almost no one on foot. The park, as it was
most nights, was completely empty.
I turned down a short side street in order to
loop back to my apartment when I first
noticed him. At the far end of the street, on
my side, was the silhouette of a man, dancing.
It was a strange dance, similar to a waltz, but
he finished each "box" with an odd forward
stride. I guess you could say he was dance-
walking, headed straight for me.
Deciding he was probably drunk, I stepped as
close as I could to the road to give him the
majority of the sidewalk to pass me by. The
closer he got, the more I realized how
gracefully he was moving. He was very tall
and lanky, and wearing an old suit. He danced
closer still, until I could make out his face. His
eyes were open wide and wild, head tilted
back slightly, looking off at the sky. His mouth
was formed in a painfully wide cartoon of a
smile. Between the eyes and the smile, I
decided to cross the street before he danced
any closer.
I took my eyes off of him to cross the empty
street. As I reached the other side, I glanced
back... and then stopped dead in my tracks.
He had stopped dancing and was standing
with one foot in the street, perfectly parallel to
me. He was facing me but still looking
skyward. Smile still wide on his lips.
I was completely and utterly unnerved by this.
I started walking again, but kept my eyes on
the man. He didn't move. Once I had put
about half a block between us, I turned away
from him for a moment to watch the sidewalk
in front of me. The street and sidewalk ahead
of me were completely empty. Still unnerved,
I looked back to where he had been standing
to find him gone. For the briefest of moments I
felt relieved, until I noticed him. He had
crossed the street, and was now slightly
crouched down. I couldn't tell for sure due to
the distance and the shadows, but I was
certain he was facing me. I had looked away
from him for no more than 10 seconds, so it
was clear that he had moved fast.
I was so shocked that I stood there for some
time, staring at him. And then he started
moving toward me again. He took giant,
exaggerated tip toed steps, as if he were a
cartoon character sneaking up on someone.
Except he was moving very, very quickly.
I'd like to say at this point I ran away or pulled
out my pepper spray or my cellphone or
anything at all, but I didn't. I just stood there,
completely frozen as the smiling man crept
toward me.
And then he stopped again, about a car length
away from me. Still smiling his smile, still
looking to the sky.
When I finally found my voice, I blurted out
the first thing that came to mind. What I meant
to ask was, "What do you want?!" in an angry,
commanding tone. What came out was a
whimper: "Whaaat...?"
Regardless of whether or not humans can
smell fear, they can certainly hear it. I heard it
in my own voice, and that only made me more
afraid. But he didn't react to it at all. He just
stood there, smiling.
And then, after what felt like forever, he
turned around, very slowly, and started
dance-walking away. Just like that. Not
wanting to turn my back to him again, I just
watched him go, until he was far enough away
to almost be out of sight. And then I realized
something. He wasn't moving away anymore,
nor was he dancing. I watched in horror as
the distant shape of him grew larger and
larger. He was coming back my way.
And this time he was running.
I ran until I was off of the side road and back
onto a better lit road with sparse traffic.
Looking behind me then, he was nowhere to
be found. The rest of the way home, I kept
glancing over my shoulder, always expecting
to see his stupid smile, but he was never
there.
I lived in that city for six months after that
night, and I never went out for another walk.
There was something about his face that
always haunted me. He didn't look drunk, he
didn't look high. He looked completely and
utterly insane. And that's a very, very scary
thing to see.
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