you sat down at a table in the old bar music from the jukebox was blaring the smell of alcohol and sweat and wood was in the air it was pretty empty for a Friday night... but maybe that was for the better you order a drink... then another then... another after about two hours you see a mysterious man walk in he seemed... off he sat down at a table near you it wasn't really suprizing he didn't order anything after about 20 minutes you couldn't ignore the fact he was starting at you intensely you couldn't tell if he was admiring you or if he ment malice towards you either way it sent a chill down your spine

you disided to confront him you got up and walked over to him a bit annoyed he looked up at you his gaze not wavering

"Hey" he said softly in almost a ghostly whisper