At this point I began to doubt my sanity. I didn’t know whether to tell somebody what just happened or keep it to myself. If I go for the former they’d obviously think I’m crazy . But who cared ? When even I thought I was losing my mind. I drove home and took an overdose of sleeping pills and slowly fell into slumber.
It was about two o’clock in the morning when I lost sleep all of the sudden. There was a spine-chilling wind that went through the room. I quickly got to the window to see if it was closed. As I turned, I saw him ; the man I hit. I convinced myself that it was only my imagination and when I closed my eyes and opened them he would be gone but he didn’t go. He stood there in the middle of my room just a few steps to the door. All he did was stare at me and I didn’t know what to do .