Don't Trust the Tall Man Ch. 2

That was over a two ago, nearly three in fact. That morning Night woke up running into the kitchen with her camera in hand. I stopped making breakfast and turned towards her watching as she backed away from me, clearly scared. After a while she screamed and closed her eyes. It was a while before she calmed down, she had tears in her eyes and as soon as she realised that I'm here she glomped me.

I still don't know what happened but I'm trying to find out.

After that night she's been acting strangely, her paranoia got into her. One day, for example, we were walking on the pathway, goofing around, having fun. I was walking in front of her, telling her a joke. Once I realised its too quiet I looked back just to see her turn and run away.

It happened few more times, we were just walking around and she would stop, look other way and run back home. It was like there was something to be scared; or something sanding there, watching her every move. I couldn't see anything, though.

It scared me, and I was worried. I even tried to contact the psychologist but she grabbed my hand when I was about to pick up the phone and shook her head, saying that “It won't help” and “He has already chosen her.”

Days went past and she called me from the airport, the day she was going to go back home. I still remember that conversation like if just happened yesterday.

~~~Flashback~~~

Hearing my ringtone go off made me groan. Setting the TV remote on the couch I reached out for the phone only to fall off the cough. Groaning once more I answered the call while looking up at the ceiling from my very comfortable position on the ground.

“Hello?”

“Hey, um.. (y/n)?” I heard Night's voice on the other side of the line.

“Hey there! What's wrong? You seem kind of troubled.”

“Haha yeah... “ she laughed “W-Well you see... The plane went off earlier and the next one is tomorrow and...It's getting dark.. So I was wondering...”

“Sure, you can stay for a while longer! I don't see a problem.”

“Ok, I'll get a bus. See you in a bi-”

~~back to current time~~

And just like that the call was over, she hanged up on me; she never hangs up on people. That's the last time I heard from her.

She didn't come that night and I was instantly worried. She didn't give any signs of live for days, her parents didn't know where she was. It was just like if she disappeared.

A week or so after that night I got a phone call that she came back and closed herself in her room. Not wanting to talk to anyone, not wanting to exit her room. She isolated herself away from the world.

I now regret not keeping my contact with her after that visit. You see, I got a call from her mum month ago saying that her daughter is gone. That Night's dead.

Since her death I noticed weird things going on but I didn't really pay much attention to them. I thought they were just.. I don't know, I guessed I was just depressed after my best friend's death. That wasn't it.

Managing to get my hands on the camera and all the videos Night recorded I decided to look through them. Maybe something will be on there; something that would explain her paranoia, I thought.

I already looked through the few first videos and apart from the it blurring, messing the recording and the voice up at times, I didn't see anything unusual. After re-watching, I realised that on some parts if you looked for it, you could see a person where there shouldn't be anybody It was either a tall man in a suit, the guy with shoulder-length hair or another one in a -what looked like- fedora hat.

I just can't make out their faces every time I see them. Its like there are always shadows casting over them, hiding their identity.

On the video where we were in the pathway, when she run away, – I run after her- her camera was pointing down making it face what was behind us; what I discovered was as much creepy as terrifying. There, behind us the camera pointed at two people running, the ones I saw in a video before.

I have no idea what's going on but I am trying, and I WILL, find out. No matter what.

Today I looked through another video and I decided to upload them to YouTube with hopes of someone helping me. That's what I'm going to do tomorrow morning. Now I'm off to bed, I'm sure I will sleep well but..

I just... Can't get away from the feeling...

Of being observed..