I think I’m being followed
11/20/1999
I’ve seen the same man three days in a row now. Heavy coat. Doesn’t blink. Pretends to read newspapers at places I end up by coincidence. But I don’t believe in coincidence anymore.
Last night, I passed by the old train station again. I saw ███ in the window. The same posture. Watching. But the station’s been closed since ‘87.
My reflection keeps arriving before I do. Slight delay, maybe two-tenths of a second. Enough to make my chest tighten. Enough to know something’s wrong with the sequence.
I recorded a loop from the static between channels — slowed it down. There's a whisper: "He's not from here."
If you're reading this and you've seen him too, don't confront him. Just write everything down. Keep track of the loops. It’s the only way I remember I’m still me.