Sitting at the counter, I could look out through the doors and there was this kid out on the street looking right at me. He'd disappear a couple of times, but generally he was just standing at the door... staring. Those big blank eyes of his burying into my soul. Knowing me. Judging me.
When I wasn't at the checkout I tried walking out there to see if I could find the kid, maybe he was lost or something, but no kid. He must have hidden in the shadows or something.
Then later stacking some groceries down an isle I could see all the way out to the door... there he is. Like an island in a sea of people. Staring at me. With those psycho eyes. Probably had a knife as well.
When I left he was still standing at the door, probably staring after me. I kept looking over my shoulder to see if he was behind me. Little monster is probably standing down on the street right now, looking at my apartment window, sharpening his meat hook.
I hate children.
This post has been edited by Aptorian: 02 September 2009 - 04:51 PM