The Man

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Thrillers  |  House: Booksie Classic
The beginning of a series of short stories that will be compiled together for one final project

Submitted: May 08, 2017

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Submitted: May 08, 2017



The following are reports of similar incidents that have been collected through witnesses over the years and assembled into one collection.

Most of these cannot be explained and have puzzled the best investigators in the country for decades.




















Joshua Maj Proudly Presents stories of The Man






The first incident took place in 1955 in Utah… America was very prosperous at the time, World War II was over, the economy was back on its feet, and the U.S was a world power; everyone felt proud to be called an American. Groverfield Lane was always a quiet street in the suburbs, cookie cutter houses, freshly mowed lawns, and a feeling of utopia. Many happy families lived here, never disturbed by anything and felt secure, as if nothing could go wrong. The Charlestons lived at 654 Groverfield Lane and their house didn’t stand out from the others, but everyone would soon shudder at the mention of those numbers and the thought of what happened.

On August 27 all the kids of Tiller County went to their first day of school which was cheerful because the schools were very good and had a sense of community. The Charleston children had not been accounted for attendance that day which was odd because they had four kids and the chances of them all being missing wasn’t likely. The teachers brushed this off and decided to visit their house for a checkup to see if the parents had any reason for the kids. Once Mr. Hemming arrived at the house he had immediately called the police, the back door was broken off of its hinges and the inside was all messed up, but what struck him as being the strangest part was how the grass and garden in the backyard looked as if it had not been tended to for months. None of the neighbors had noticed any differences in the house prior to this day. There was a several week long investigation of the house and of the whole neighborhood trying to find anything to give the police a lead. During this whole time the entire city was on high alert, there had never been any kind of mystery in the history of the city.

On the six month anniversary of the disappearance the father of the family, Henry Charleston, was seen walking the street in ragged clothes and bare feet. Police and ambulances rushed to meet him and see what they could get out of him. He had not said a word until he got to the hospital and was set in a bed; all he said was “Why not me?” Doctors and anybody in the room urged him to say more, but their efforts were fruitless. He never blinked or swallowed except when he ate and the only sign of human life was his being. Four weeks had passed and the hospital allowed for his old friend to take him on an accompanied walk around town to see if anything would spark his memory. What wasn’t mentioned earlier was that around the time of the disappearance there was a newcomer to town that would just innocently walk and whenever someone tried to talk to him he gave the same response, “I’m sorry, you’re not the one I’m waiting for.” People didn’t pay much attention to him because he wasn’t affecting their lives at all and it gave them something to gossip about.

Henry had been slowly making his way around town and he crossed paths with the stranger. Henry’s eyes narrowed and he held his breath, The Man simply said, “Hello. I’ve been waiting.” This caused Henry to try and escape, but his friend and the hospital staff held onto him and called for help, something about The Man on the sidewalk evoked quite the response out of this mostly dormant human. By the time they could restrain Henry and a crowd had been drawn, The Man had vanished. No one had recalled seeing him walk away, he just wasn’t there anymore. Henry had been brought back to the hospital and they thought he would keep his mouth shut like the past four weeks, but they were quite surprised when he asked for someone to write down what he was going to say. Henry was brought into a room that closely resembled an interrogation chamber, there was a congregation of doctors and police that were smoking. The room was dimly lit with a layer of smoke on the ceiling. He started out by explaining what happened that fateful morning of August 27, 1955. The morning had been normal, expect when he said there was a knock on the front door and it was The Man from earlier. This caused an uproar in the room, then the chief of police called that there be a search for The Man in the whole county. Once the chief finished saying that Henry said in a very calm and collected voice, “I wouldn’t do that, you can’t find him. He can only find you.” The tension in the room rose so much you could feel it, even these fully grown men, some war veterans, had been chilled by those few words. The interview had ended once he said that because everyone’s focus was on finding The Man, they should have kept listening because then there could’ve been an understanding about what led up to these events.

That night was rather on edge at the hospital; everyone that was staying there felt as if they weren’t safe and being watched. Around 03:00 surveillance showed him get out of his bed and walk down the hallway, somewhat shakily. He went out of frame and he came back in view when he stumbled backwards, shocked to see The Man. No one knows for sure what the interaction was, but someone in a nearby room heard what they thought to be talking and started listening. What he heard was something along the lines of, “So you think that since we let you go you can spill all of our secrets? Well I know of a way to make sure you never disrupt us again…” After that there was a scream heard throughout the hospital floor and he fell backwards, but when he was asked what had happened he kept his mouth shut and there was no sign of The Man.

That was the last time anyone in Tiller County saw or heard of The Man again, but to Henry that was so scarring that he couldn’t live with himself anymore. He tried to continue a normal life, but he couldn’t do it and not too long after his body was found washed up on the shore of the river.



From this encounter all that we know is the following: The Man is not alone, there is possibly a larger force at work. This isn’t the first time. The Man (or the larger force) released Henry and expected him to keep quiet. And once everyone that was involved was either dead or presumed dead The Man went away.

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