I was sitting in a coffee shop when he came in and I didn't know what to do. One could not help but stare at him. Others stared as well, what else could one do? He made his way through the entrance and proceeded to the till where he ordered a coffee and a doughnut. I continued to stare through the corner of my eye. Then like a bolt of lighting, like he had extra sensory perception he turned my way and gave me a hard stare for a couple of seconds. I turned away and looked straight ahead. I could still see him out of the corner of my eye and as he gathered his coffee and doughnuts. He then deliberately walked by me in a super slow manner and I could tell that he was staring at me and trying to bait me in looking back at him. He didn't say anything and moved on to the other side of the coffee shop.
He took a seat somewhere in a corner but I didn't know where because I was too afraid to look up. After a couple of minutes I raised my head and looked straight ahead and there he was looking right at me. This was uncomfortable to say the least. I didn't know why out of all the people in the coffee shop that were staring at him he chose me to terrorize. I wanted to get up and walk over to him and shake his hand but his hand was covered in swaths of bandages. He wasn't wearing any clothes at all. From head to toe his entire body was covered with thick white bandages. All that you could see were two glowing red eyes that made him appear like a beast from the dark ages. I decided to take a look at him so I stared him straight in his eyes and noticed that the eyes appeared to be full of blood and didn't seem to have pupils. He appeared to grow upset with me and grunted something under his bandages.
It was so strange to see someone who was dressing like a mummy and walking the streets. After nearly twenty minutes of torturing me he got up and left and just as he was walking out the door he turned back to give me one last look. I waited about ten minutes and then decided to leave. When I exited the door he was sitting on the hood of my car. He must have seen me park when I came in.
"Can I help you," I said
He shook his head and walked away. He didn't have a car and soon he disappeared behind a building. I decided to follow him at a distance, making sure not to be seen. I followed him for almost an hour where he entered a hospital and walked through the burn unit and came out nearly an hour later and sat on a chair and looked out the window. I felt sorry for him as he likely had been in a fire and received third degree burns to his whole body. After sitting on the chair for ten minutes he got up and left.
Again I followed him for about half an hour and he entered a floppy rooming house on the first floor. I watched him as he readied for bed and he started taking off all of his bandages. I waited to see his burned body, but he was perfectly normal. He then pulled out a coffin on wheels and opened the lid, slipped inside, closed the lid and went to sleep.
What a weirdo.