The Strange Guy

I first noticed him on my daily commute to work. He was always sitting in the same seat, wearing the same black suit and sunglasses, even on the hottest summer days. His face was pale and gaunt, with a scruffy beard that made him look like a homeless person. But it was his behavior that really caught my attention.

He would stare straight ahead, never looking around or acknowledging anyone else on the train. His eyes seemed to be fixed on something in the distance, something that no one else could see. And he never moved, never fidgeted or shifted in his seat like a normal person would. He was like a statue, frozen in place.

At first, I thought he might be a homeless guy who had found a comfortable spot to sleep, but as the days went by, I realized he was always there, always in the same seat, always wearing the same clothes. It was as if he was waiting for something, or someone.

One day, I decided to approach him. I sat down in the seat next to him and tried to strike up a conversation. "Hey, how's it going?" I asked, trying to sound friendly.

He didn't respond. He didn't even flinch. It was as if I wasn't even there.

I tried again, "Excuse me, sir, do you mind if I sit here?"

Still, no response.

I started to feel a little creepy, so I got up and moved to a different seat. But I couldn't help wondering who this guy was, and what he was doing on our train every day.

As the days went by, I noticed more strange things about him. He never got off the train, even when it reached the end of the line. He would just sit there, staring ahead, as the train went back in the other direction. And he never seemed to eat or drink anything, even on the longest rides.

I started to feel like I was in some kind of weird dream, where nothing made sense. And then, one day, I saw him get off the train.

It was at a small station in the suburbs, a place I had never been before. He got off the train and walked out of the station, into the darkness of the night. I followed him, curious about where he was going.

He walked for about 10 minutes, until we reached a small house on the outskirts of town. He went inside, and I followed him, feeling like a detective on a case.

Inside the house, I found myself in a strange room filled with computers and gadgets. The guy was sitting in front of a screen, typing away like a madman. I realized that he was some kind of hacker, maybe even a spy.

And then, he turned around and looked at me. For the first time, I saw his eyes, and they were not what I expected. They were bright and blue, and they seemed to see right through me.

"Who are you?" I asked, feeling a little scared.

"I'm just a guy," he said, with a strange smile. "A guy who knows too much."

And with that, he turned back to his screen and continued typing. I realized that I had stumbled into something big, something that I didn't understand. And I knew that I had to get out of there, fast.

I left the house and ran back to the train station, feeling like I had just escaped from a dangerous place. And from that day on, I never saw the strange guy again. But I never forgot him, and the strange feeling that he gave me.