Closer It started last week. I just got out of school and en route to my car, I saw it. Across the field. It was too far away to get any details, but it was there. It was in the shape of a man, more or less. I just shrugged it off as some guy. Whatever. But I kept seeing it. A few days ago I saw it again, standing in the middle of the field. Closer. I couldn't make out any features, but I knew it was staring at me. I saw it standing there as I drove away. I pulled up my street, and had to park a tthe end of the block. I saw it again, standing in front of my house. This time, I could make out features. It wore a long coat, with the collar up. And it wore a sort of bowler hat, although the brim was longer, and made the face almost invisible. But not quite. The features remain faint, all I remember was the look. A look of almost primal hunger. It scared me to think that I would have to go right past it to get home. I steeled myself and began to walk. The thing never moved, but somehow got closer to me. I ran the other way and looked back. It was still the same distance away. Wherever I went, whatever I did, it would always be the same distance away. Like right now for example. I don't have long left. It is downstairs in the kitchen. It is close enough I can feel it. I can feel its hunger. And it is getting closer.nmq/follow for more creepiness