He Knows

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A man is walking down a suburban street. The scenery has an eerie taste to it. The atmosphere, the colours, the surroundings—all seem to have a bitter aftertaste and a foul smell to them. The presence of about three to four crows, flying around from one roof to the other silently intensifies the creepiness of the picture. Trees are almost brown where they’re supposed to be green, the sky is grey, and the footsteps of the man are hollow.

The man thinks to himself that the weather is a bit chilly for this time of the year. He does not pay particular attention to the scenery, nor does he realise that he himself–with that empty look on his face and his slow paced walk–does nothing to help in making the whole picture seem less creepy.

The crows seem to be angry, yet they do not make a single sound apart from the hysteric flapping of the wings.

The man approaches a garden and starts walking towards a stone barrier, which keeps the grass elevated from the sidewalk. The man sits on this stone barrier and puts his hands next to his knees, touching the stone. He lifts his hands, looks at them and then puts them back on the stone and starts grinding them uncontrollably on the rugged edges of the stone. He lifts them up again and stares at them with the same blank expression. They’re now covered in scratches and they bleed at places.

The walk continues. The man reaches an industrial looking structure, which kind of looks like a substation. He reaches for the doorknob. The door is visibly unlocked. He puts his hand on the doorknob and turns. The door screeches open and the man walks straight in.

The room is bright. It has a window. It has a desk and a bed. Everything’s very girly. However, there’s an ashtray with a smoking cigar in it. Next to it is what looks like a diary. The room is empty. However, the closet door screeches a little.

The man nears the closet door. The door opens a little–on its own. The man takes a step back. The door closes a little. The gaze of the man focuses on the bed. A black dress appears on the bed for a brief second, then disappears without a trace. The man comes closer to the closet as the door screeches some more. He stands before the closet door. Heart beat. The man takes a deep breath. He finally gathers the courage to open the door.

There’s a horrified girl in the closet. She’s in her night gown. She has tears coming down her eyes and she’s holding her hand over her mouth in an attempt to silence her heavy panting. Her legs collapse and she kneels down and takes her hand off her mouth while intensely looking at the man. In an instant–she’s gone.

The gaze of the man instantly focuses on the closet, looking back, then looking at the bed. The black dress is now on the bed. The gaze of the man focuses on the desk. The cigar is no longer there and the diary is nowhere to be seen. The man approaches the dress and extends his hand to try and touch it and to feel the material on his fingers. The dress is real. He stares back at the closet door. Everything’s neat and tidy and there is no girl in there. Suddenly the man hears footsteps and a girl’s voice behind the bedroom door.

“OK mom, I’ll be down in a sec!”, he hears the girl shout. He quickly jumps to the floor next to the bed–in an attempt to hide. The girl enters the room, covered in a towel. She’s fresh out of the shower. She approaches the bed and picks up the black dress. The man observes this from the ground. His vision is not so great. The girl picks up some underwear from a drawer and starts dressing. The man’s vision is limited to seeing the legs of the girl, while she sits on the bed to put on her stockings. She then walks towards a mirror, already wearing the dress and manages to zip her back. She looks at herself in the mirror. She turns around and looks at herself from the back.
All of a sudden, the girl freezes, as if she has noticed something unusual. Her eyes lock on the man. Heart beat. The girl unwillingly broadens her lips to a very uncomfortable smile, which half-way through turns into a real smile.

Suddenly everything goes blank and the man is back to being next to the desk with the  smoking cigar. The closet is no longer making sounds.

The man nears the desk and slowly opens the diary. The diary is full of writing at first. But when the man starts going through it, he sees a lot of pages that just have a single word in them with a dot afterwards.

pretty.
beautiful.
smart.
funny.
pretty.
smart.
funny.
beautiful.
funny.
smart.
pretty.
beautiful.

The man puts the diary down and picks up the cigar. The cigar is covered in what seems to be blood at the bottom and there’s visible blood on the ashtray. The man puts the cigar down. He looks out the window. There are some trees. Suddenly, from behind the trees he sees the girl. She’s wearing a night gown. The man immediately hides behind the wall and after a second or two he peeks again. The girl is smiling at him and starts to emerge from behind the tree. The man hides again. After a second or two, he looks out again, but the girl is not there. He stares intensely at the trees and at the surroundings but the girl is nowhere to be seen. Suddenly he jumps back and looks at the bed. The girl, wearing a black dress is on the bed, staring at the ceiling and moving around intensely. From time to time her hands grab on her dress and pull it up a little. She shoves her head over to the other side, facing the closet. The man is frozen in his spot.

All of a sudden the girl puts her hand on her mouth, sits up and pulls up on the bed horrified and screaming into her hand; she looks at the man and points towards the closet. She’s begging the man to do something and screaming into her hand. The man starts walking towards the closet, opens it and there’s nothing in there. He turns back. The girls is not there. The man is lost. He walks towards the desk. The desk is without the diary and the cigar. The bed is empty. The man walks out of the room.

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The man enters a grocery store. No one is around. He walks around a little.

No one’s here. Why am I here? Where am I?

The man tries to find his way out of the grocery store and starts walking towards the opposite direction in one of the isles. The isle leads him to the same place that he started at. The man looks around and walks in a different direction and within a new isle. The isle leads him back to the same place that he started at. The man sits down, lost and confused. Still no one around. The man falls asleep.

He wakes up sitting in front a desk, reading a book. There’s an ashtray and he’s smoking a cigar. The man finishes reading a chapter in the book which reads:

“… The girl looked intensely at her own window. She was still hiding behind the tree, not knowing if she should step forward or not. The man in the window was looking directly at her. Or at least that’s what she thought. She could feel his gaze on her and she could tell the man knew. She put one foot forward. The man was still looking. She came out from behind the tree, looked down on her bare feet, then looked up at the window again. The man was gone."

The man puts the cigar down, walks towards the bed, starts undressing. Folds his clothes accurately and places them on a chair next to his bed. The man gets into the bed and falls asleep.

The End

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