The first time I saw him was at the park while babysitting my little sister. I was pushing her on the swings when out I felt the hair on the back of my neck stand on end. It didn’t take me long to spot him. He was standing near the parking lot, leaning against a sign that indicated the park’s hours. Our eyes locked on to each other immediately; my mud-brown eyes to his piercing grey ones. I stared at him, fear increasing with each passing breath.
Why was he here at a children’s park? He was at least forty and didn’t appear to have a kid with him. Another thing bothered me as well; it was over 90 degrees out today and
