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I was walking, peacefully walking, like nothing could ever happen to me. I hadn't a care in the world, no one was around. I was alone, wind in my hair as I rode down the street. I saw something though...it was odd and kinda seemed fishy. Well, you could say that much but honestly...I don't know what to think of it. It's just a man on the road probably a hobo but he wasn't moving when I honked at him. after that I knew something was up with this guy. He wasn't moving, had no emotion. Just a man in the street. I had a random thought, what if I sped up like I was going to hit him. At that very moment, I sped up like I was going to split him in two with my car. He didn't move, not a bit. He was a lifeless figure in the street. I felt almost bad for the ma so I got out and offered him some money, he didn't move or even look at me. He was gone in the head, It seemed like he just wanted to die. I urged myself not to kill him but, it was like a force was making me want to do it, making me want to kill him. I tried to step away from the car when I looked back and I saw his face looking at me with his black eyes. I was scared at that moment. I hopped in my car as fast as I could and yet somehow got away. When I looked back in my mirrors all I saw in all of them were his face. I never saw it but each time I turned the mirrors it was like his face was taped on to them. I couldn't take being scared all the time so I got out of my car, picked up the axe in the back, and stood there in a fierce stance. I stood there for 30 minutes in the dark alone, When I finally found out that the faces on my mirrors were taped on. But the pictures...were from my camera. I looked in the trunk where I always kept it, it wasn't there. The camera was gone, I looked behind me and...I found the camera, but the man was holding it in his hands. I hopped in the car again, thinking he would follow me, but he didn't he stood there with the camera in his hand as he faded away in the rear view mirror. I thought that I was safe after I saw him fade away, I was wrong. I wanted to believe that I was safe, I really did, but then, I saw him. He was in the road again, and again, and again, and again. Still, never moving. It was like he couldn't move. I wanted to help him and all that good stuff but, he's too creepy for me to do so. I can't! I can't drive! My car suddenly stopped working at the same moment he walked toward me. I couldn't move, I was stuck. He was still creeping up on me and then said "You got a pretty life style, Mind if I take it?". He suddenly looked like me grabbed me out the window and drove off and left me...I don't know? Where am I? I guess I'm Nowhere. Which makes me, The Nowhere Man
