I had seen him from a distance and from this distance it was close enough; there was no need to get any closer. He was known in town, simply as "Goggles." The reason why was because both of his eyes were protruding out of their sockets and from the side view you weren't even sure if they were eyes because you would never expect to see eyes protruding that far out of their sockets. There was also one other thing about his eyes and that was they looked in different directions. Sometimes one eye looked up when the other looked down, other times one eye looked to the side and the other looked the other way. The combination of these factors made Goggles an extremely scary looking man. But I felt sorry for him to a large degree because nobody wanted to get close to him and people would avoid all conversation with him whenever possible. This constant isolation made Goggles a bitter and angry man.
I wasn't sure of his age but he was likely only in his late 20s and had alot of life ahead of him. How would he manage his life and try to get something out of it? It was quite a depressing thought and I decided to stop thinking about him for that reason.
Then one day I was at an antique shop and he walked over to me and stood right beside me. I pretended that I didn't see him and walked away. A couple of minutes later he tracked me down and this time bumped into me to get my attention but I didn't bite and again walked away as his behavior was beginning to freak me out. I wasn't sure what to do and thought about giving him the slip at some point but he was wise to that thought and stayed close to the exit. I kept on walking and he kept on stalking. I stood at a booth at examined some old novelties and looked up into a mirror and there he was staring at me with his crazy eyes which now possessed a look of anger and hate. I went back to looking at the novelties but then turned around and said hello. He said nothing and stared at me without blinking.
I thought he was going to kill me.
As I left the antique shop I looked behind me and he was following me out the door. I quickened my pace and then started to run to my car as I heard him pounding the pavement in behind me. I opened the driver's door and just as I was about to slam it he grabbed onto it. I looked at him. His face was red and changing to purple as his anger raged. His whole body started to convulse as he lost control. His nose started to bleed and his eyes became completely bloodshot. He then started to foam blood at the mouth and seconds later his protruding eyes popped out of their sockets and landed on my lap.