Memoir

     I rember this time when I still lived in my previous house, I was always outside, everyday I was outside, there was this anonymous guy outside everyday. He seemed to always be staring at me as though I was the only person he ever saw. He was always there when I went to the bus stop, came back from school, went outside, or even looked out the window. Everyday it seemed as though he sat in the same place at the exact location, in the middle of the bench across my neighbors house. I also realized that he was always dressed in a black suit with a fedora on as though he was hiding his eyes and face from everybody else except me. Sometimes it seemed as though he was looking into my window at my bookshelf as if he was looking for something once dear to him. His eyes seemed coal black that just made shivers come up your spine, I always got the feeling that something was going to happen one day. My friends called me crazy but I knew there wasn't something right about him, he always seemed confused yet knowingly doing what he was doing.