All was quiet while he drove home in a taxi,except for the rain that was slowly weakening. The roads were completely empty. It was already past 4 am. He finally reached the bulding where he lived. Those 4 stories seemed to him like an endless scyscraper at the time. He climbed the stairs zombiefied and arrived at his doorstep,after the 5 minutes that left the feeling a century had past. He found his keys,unlocked the door and walked in. The room started spinning around and then it was all gone.
There was already light coming through the windows when he regained his consciousness. He was lying flat in his bed with something warm right beside him.
''Oh,you are awake! It's not very wise to leave your front door wide open nowadays you know. I gotta admit you didnt look comfortable on the floor either.''
Jacob backed off in a flash,stuck to the wall and shook like hell trying not to yell out loud.
''H-how..did you..i mean,why...i mean...WHAT IN THE WORLD???????????''
His eyes remained on the intruder who was no other than his airport saviour.
''How rude of me i havent even introduced myself,I am Michael.And obviously i have taken an interest in you dear Jacob.''
He started walking up to him and pressed him harder against the wall. Jacob was speachless.He didnt try to escape,maybe the intruder was some obsessed serial killing stalker so he wouldnt take any chances,he thought.
''Relax,i wont ever harm you.You look very much like your father you know..He was a really good man.''
He remained silent for a moment.
''Let's skip that subject,for now at least.So,apparently you can see me. And not only see me,touch me as well.Very interesting...''
Jacob was lost.Completely.How did a stranger looking his age know his father who had died in an accident when he was only 9? And why wouldnt he be able to see him?He was just a normal guy,maybe a bit better looking than most but regular generally..Or was he?
(to be continued....)
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