The Spector stopped when he suspected the people were watching him. He thought he was not hurting anybody just walking looking around where he used to live a long time ago. He thought one evening he might ask someone about a certain he was looking for, but he was afraid to in fear they will just run away when he was out and about. He thought tonight I am going to try ask someone about 513 Hazel and what happened there for that is what he was looking for just to relive some memories of his younger days in town.
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Mark Graham
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Spector
There was this man that they think use to live in the neighborhood, but they were not quite sure. Everyone was leery of this man, and they called him The Spector for he only came out in the late evenings or late at night and just walk up and down the street. The neighbors tried to meet him, but he always just turned and walked away. They wondered what he was always looking for every night. They set up shifts to see if they could find out, but it seems the Spector kind of suspected something from them and stopped.
By Mark Grahamabout a year ago in Fiction
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Interesting continuation of your drabble, Mark. There could definitely be a short story here.
Fun read!