I saw the man staring at me again. This time, he wasn't standing by the street corner like he was last time. Instead, he was standing right beside an old oak tree.
The stranger's face looked different somehow, but I couldn't place it. I mean, for all I knew, he was a different person- I'm bad with faces, and a total stranger standing a ways away from me at night isn't going to look incredibly distinct. But I knew it was the same person. Something about the cold intensity of his gaze felt like he was the same watcher as before.
There was still something wrong about the stranger's face, but I still didn't know what.
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