I had just moved into the neighborhood. Everyone was so receptive and welcoming except for one Man, Mr George. Initially, I didn't border so much about his extreme conservativeness, everything seemed to be going fine until it didn't.
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Mr George lived alone and no one in the neighborhood actually knew anything about him. He seemed to be in his early to mid Fifties. He didn't interact with anybody or responded to greetings neither did he have visitors or go out often. He mostly spent time cleaning his bicycle. This was strange but there wasn't much we could do.
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On this particular day, I had come back from work so tired at about 6PM and collapsed into my bed thinking I'd have a short nap before freshing up and having dinner but ended up waking up by past 2AM. I shock to have slept longer than I expected but I couldn't help it. I went to the bathroom to have my shower, put on my nighties and decided to look around.
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I peeped through my window looking out and saw Mr George standing outside on the street looking at nothing bare footed with no clothes. He stood like that without moving till 3AM then he went into his house. I was scared and worried.
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I decided to wake up about same time the following day and I witnessed the same thing. Just as I took my phone to record what I was seeing, he stared towards my directions like he saw me. I quickly hid in the corner with my heart racing and when I looked out again, he had gone in. I lost every sleep in my eyes. It was weekend and at dawn, guess who was at my door, Mr George!
