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THE NAKED MAN

The transition from slumber to waking was so gradual it seemed that my dreams of the night had become the nightmares of dawn. It seemed to have been the most average of mornings; there were sprinklers softly spraying, the crickets murmurous chirping, and the wind gently blowing. Who could have foreseen the ominous situation before us? As myself and two others strolled along , out of the corner of our eyes we saw a dark figure begin to rise. The shadow wasn’t a stray cat or lost dog. It was a full grown destitute man, he started to approach us "Where are you?", he said as if looking for a single cloud in the fog. The three of us slightly trembled and gave the drunken fellow a blank stare. The person’s questions did not cease, as expected by our group, the questions only quickened. "Who are you?", says the darkened figure. This time our teeth were starting to rattle and our pace had sped. "Whats your name?", persistently says the grungy man. We are almost on verge of tears by now, our lips quivered, and our faces blanched from fright. Then at once one of my companions dug her fingers into the flesh of my arm and whispered in my ear to run, we broke into a canter and raced off. The bus stop was in our vision now and we stopped to catch our breath from the incessant running, in hopes to escape the sight of the grotesque man. From afar we watched him trip over his uncoordinated feet trying to walk straight, instead he had only succeeded in walking side to side then toppling over. All of our blood vessels were racing, pumped with adrenaline, watching the ugly man try to follow us. In the distance we saw the bus’s red lights, alas our sanction from horror would be here momentarily. We thought that we were safe from the homeless villain who was haunting our every muscle. Though it was not over with one last attempt to reach us, a large putrid had lunged at us, we cringed with apprehension. Finally the bus had come, providing from our refuge the scary tipsy old man, and we scurried onto it. The astonishing events that happened in that one morning could have only been predicted by Nostrodamous, but all my friends and I had with us were a pair of legs for running and our veins the pushed us forward with an outflow of amphetamines.
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