Did you ever feel someone behind you? Following. Tracing your steps. Getting closer.

He might want to mug you. Steal from you. Commit murder. These thoughts go through your head.

And then, with a pair of eyes in the back of your head, you see him . Could be tall or mid-heighth. Big or small. You can make him out. He’s none of the before mentioned. He just is. Not black or white. Hispanic nor Asian. He’s just an outline. Maybe a ghost.

You walk faster. The pace has definitely quickened. He keeps up with you; keeps his distance, but has you in his sights. Do you walk forward or turn onto lower Broadway where there’s more light. You decide to turn. And something sweeps past you. A gust of wind, air coming up from the subway beneath you. A presence.

You turn around. No one’s there. It’s three o’clock in the morning and no one’s there.

You’re alone.