AND I was coming home one day, when I had a strange impression that I was followed. I usually reject it when my friend Caleb played a joke, but this time it seemed different. I walk along the street, which leads from my school parking lot, to the parking lot from the neighborhood, and on both sides of Alejczyk there are yards, of course divided by fences inside. This is what scares me in it. When I was walking, I was wearing headphones, so the sound around me was a bit distorted, but I had this strange feeling … I took it off and turned to look at me. I didn't see anything. So I kept walking. From that moment I was holding the headphones, so I could listen more carefully. Suddenly I heard a second set of traces, coming from behind me. I knew it had to be so, because it didn't sound like it could come from behind the fence. I turned around. Nobody!
I kept walking … here it started really strange. In fact, I have absolutely no explanation for this part, because it was simply too strange … I started to hear traces behind me again. Now, since a lot of snow fell here, I knew they were traces because they sounded like someone passing through the snow. In addition, when it comes to Jerry (see my other stories to get more information), I heard his steps earlier in my home, mainly if he turns to leave or climb/up the stairs. Of course, I never see him, I just hear him. When I walked, I still turned around many times, but I never saw anyone. Before I reached the top of the slope, I heard a clear cough. Yes, you guessed. Potty! I would know that his cough on. I looked around, expecting that something would happen, because usually when he coughs, either he ended up to disturb me, or intends me like some hallucination. And he just did that.
I turned around for about the fiftieth time and instead of seeing Jerry, I froze on the spot when I looked at the horde standing there. Everyone looked about my age, they were all punk guys sitting or standing on the fence. Everyone had gray skin like Jerry! Everyone looked quite … under the influence of alcohol. To my surprise, one of these guys was Jerry himself … He wore Jerry's gray top, green pants, had true compilation, buzzing and looked at me. His face was not surprising in this, just normally, except for dead eyes. No students. It was scary like hell, but I saw much more terrifying things. But finally I saw Jerry's face! I have absolutely no explanation for other guys. I turned to leave, and when I looked back, they all disappeared. In fact, one of them even threw a cigarette to the ground and I couldn't find it anywhere (there are a lot of others there, but I knew where I saw it).
But that's not it. When I returned home, I saw his shadow at the basement door, and he quickly ran down the stairs. I chased him there and heard sneezing, but of course I lost him there. There is nowhere to be. It doesn't matter, because as soon as I went to the bathroom to make sure I don't look undead, Jerry stands in the mirror. I saw his face again, but he quickly threw himself before I could really approach. As far as I can say that he is nobody I have ever seen. By the way, it happened like yesterday.
