American urban legend: at two o'clock in the morning, a smiling man

about five years ago, I lived in the lower part of a big city in America. I am a night owl, and I am used to going to bed at 3 or 4 in the middle of the night. So whenever my roommate falls asleep at 12 o'clock, I feel bored to death. In order to kill time, I usually walk alone in lonely streets to calm my busy thoughts.

this habit lasted for four years. I have never felt the slightest fear of walking alone in the street in the early hours of the morning. On the contrary, I often joke with my roommate that the security in our town is very good, and even those drug leaders are from Mr. Nice guy. But in the early morning of that night, my confidence in my "night-walking habit" was shattered by a mysterious man in just ten minutes, and it will never return.

I still remember that it was Wednesday that night, and the time was about 1 am to 2 am. I was walking in the park only a few blocks from home. It was a very quiet night. There are no other figures in the whole park of hundreds of square meters except my long shadow and my own, even the kitten can't be seen. There is no traffic on the road near the park, and you can almost dance in the middle of the road.

I first noticed the strange man when I started to turn around and go home. At that time, I had walked to the street opposite the park, and he was standing at the end of the street, dancing under the white street lamp. His dance is very strange. You can say it is a waltz-like dance, but I would rather say that he convulses uncontrollably like a patient suffering from epilepsy when he has a seizure. Every time he finished a dance step, he would slide forward in a funny way. It took me a long time to realize that he was slowly approaching where I was standing.

At that time, I didn't think too much, thinking that he was just an ordinary drunk, and just kept going. As I got closer and closer to him, I found that he looked unusually "elegant." He is tall and slender, wearing a baggy suit from the 198s. He jumped closer and closer, so close that I could see more grotesque details about him. Even though his hands and feet dance a lot, he looks at the dark sky with his head and neck twisted at a strange angle like a stroke patient. His four eyes are wide open, as big as two ping-pong balls. Dark and tiny eyes glared at me slightly, emitting crazy light, and a strange smile bloomed on his long, pointed face.

I'm not an idiot. I saw his smile and eyes, and immediately hurried to the opposite street. In short, the farther away from him, the better. When I walked across the street, I looked back … I was so scared that I stopped at once and stood stupefied. That man's position is just parallel to mine now. He faced me and stopped those weird dances, but his hands and feet remained strangely "bow-shaped", his head continued to face upwards, and his smile … grew bigger and crazier, and the corners of his mouth were almost pulled to the height of his nose.

anxiety and fear began to sprout in my heart. I dare not fly away suddenly, for fear that it would anger him. I walked on, but my eyes kept on him. When I was sure that I had left the man at least half a street, I looked around the street ahead and found anxiously that the whole street was still empty, and there were still three streets away from my home.

I looked back across the street again, looking for the man, and found that he was no longer there and disappeared without a trace. I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief at that moment, but when I took a closer look, I found …

he was standing behind me.

He stood less than 1 meters away from me, hiding in the shade, still maintaining his original posture and facing me. I'm sure I didn't hear any running sound just now, but his position is at least 2 meters smaller than before, and the time for me to turn around is only 1 seconds at most, which means that his running speed is amazing.

I was scared out of my wits by his sudden approach. He and I stood stupefied, four eyes trading. I don't know how long it's been, maybe only a few seconds, but I think it's several hours long. Suddenly, he dashed towards me. Just like the thieves in the cartoon, he arched his feet and walked on tiptoe. But the only difference is that he runs very, very fast.

I thought about taking out my mobile phone or running away, but at that time, the strong fear had swallowed me up. I was so scared that my feet seemed to be frozen to the ground, and I was stupefied to see the crazy smile of the man getting closer and closer to me.

I thought I was dead. But when he ran only 1 meter away from me, he suddenly stopped. Still looking up at the sky, still smiling crazily.

I wanted to yell at him, "What the fuck are you doing? But I was so scared that my lips shook badly, and finally I became a vague sob: "You, he ..."

The strange man didn't answer, but he seemed to be "moved" by my poor appearance, and he began to turn around and leave. He jumped back into those weird dances and limped away. I dare not take my eyes off him, at least until he is so far away that I can't see him anymore.

But when the man walked half a block, he suddenly stopped, turned around …

and ran towards me.

this time, he ran towards me at full speed, with great speed and speed. The man, like a monster in a nightmare, ran towards me with lightning speed, and I was scared to scream. Stiff and twitching limbs, head twisted at an unusual angle, crazy and morbid smile, he was close at your fingertips in a blink of an eye.

I ran like a child, screaming at the same time.

I ran like hell until my legs went weak and I knelt down beside the traffic lights. I quickly looked back and found that the man didn't catch up. On my way home, I was still like a deer chased by a hunter, looking around nervously from time to time, fearing that he would suddenly pop out at a street corner. But happily, this time he really disappeared without a trace.

after that night, I never walked at night again, and I didn't even dare to go out alone. Even after many years, his crazy smiling face still appears in my dreams from time to time. I can assure you that the man is not drunk or taking medicine. His dancing and smiling face revealed a naked morbid and pure madness, and such things were really, really, really terrible.