Horror And Mystery Stories
mysterious man under street lights

Yes, you can all imagine it. Waking up in the middle of the night and peeking out the window and seeing the car passing by. Or, if it's really late at night, when you see nothing but an empty, dark path.

If you are lucky, then there should be a light in front of the house. To light the way for those employees who come home late at night, or the occasional lost soul. As for me, I was unlucky…

One night I woke up and like hyperactive children who could not fall asleep, I stared out the window and watched the streets. I said watch because I never seemed to stare when I was a kid. Staring only fixates on something without processing what is seen. On the other hand, watching means trying to analyze something that is in view.

I love the view of my bedroom window, because the position of my house is at the end of the road that curves towards the turn. My window was on the first floor and facing the street. The cars never bother me. But this time, something was troubling me.

While I was watching the road, I noticed something strange. Usually a row of street lights will shine along the road illuminating the black asphalt, to warn the driver of the bend in front of my house. But this time it was different. At first, I didn't understand, but then I saw it.

Around the two streetlights down there, there was someone standing under the lights. It was as if he wanted to escape from the darkness and get a pale orange glow. His back turned to me, he saw the road, just as I did. This is quite strange because there is a bus stop at the end of the road that usually people can wait there and also shelter from the rain.

But, this man just stood under the light and did nothing but stare. He wore a black fedora hat and a suit with shiny shoes that fit in the light of the lamp. What's even stranger is that he didn't bring anything with him so I don't know if he was waiting for someone or just acting weird.

I wonder what time it is and quickly look at the clock. It seems to be 2:03. It scares me a little when I see a stranger on the street either waiting for someone or doing nothing. I watched him closely, waiting for him to move or do something, anything!

But he didn't do anything. I had to watch it for almost half an hour or so.

I had wanted to give up and turn to bed when, but suddenly there was movement! A car is coming. It's getting weird, but like I said before, people sometimes get lost or work late at night in the area here. And then something happened, something that makes why you're reading this story right now.

The car came and stopped in the middle of the road, right next to the man. The headlights of the car are turned off so that the driver will not harass anyone. The car door on the side opened for the mysterious man to enter. But before he walked in, he suddenly turned around and looked at me.

Indeed, his position was too far away for me to see his face clearly, but he was close enough for me to be able to tell that he was staring at me! I quickly ducked down and hid under the covers. In accordance with the mindset of children in general, I at that time assumed that taking refuge in a blanket could avoid all the evil monsters that tried to come to me.

I heard the car door slammed and the engine slowly creaking. The longer the sound of the car the louder the car was approaching my house. I was so nervous and my heart was racing. Then I heard a voice that stopped my heart.

Just outside my house, I heard the car door shut. Then the sound of the car engine. They obviously took down the man outside my house. This must be because I saw their activities!

I'd love to get out of the blanket to see what's going on out there.

Finally having gathered all my courage, I did. When I looked outside, I could breathe a sigh of relief because there was nobody out there.

The next day, I told my parents about it. Unlike in horror movies, they believe my words. “Maybe it's just business,” said my father as he chewed on toast.

I feel relieved to have my parents by my side. However, every night, before I go to sleep, I check outside my window to see if the mysterious man is still there. He still exists.

Every night, under the streetlight, he waited for the car to come and pick him up. And every time before getting into the car, he turned around and looked at me.

I have been moving out of the area ever since, but today I still wonder who that man was that he was doing under that street light.