A businessman wearing a black suit with a white tie,
carrying a briefcase stepped of a bus. The wind whistled through the treetops, and crusted, brown leaves continuously fell from the branches. The man wandered along the path, then turned into the driveway of his house. Whistling, he pulled his keys out of his pocket and put it in the slot. Twisting it, he heard a strange noise. Well, the noise itself wasn’t strange, but what the noise was, was strange. He twisted the key some more, very slowly; he heard then clicks of his key, but straight after, the clicks of another key turning. He looked around, then spotted another man standing by the door of the house next to him. But there was no one living in that house. It had been abandoned over twenty years ago. He stared at the man. The man started back. He looked very unhappy and quite old also. He wore the same suit and tie as the businessman. They continued to stare. Growing tired of the staring, the businessman turned the key the whole way, then stepped inside, hearing the footsteps of the man in the house beside his also. As he climbed the stairs, he heard not just his footsteps, but someone else’s too. He stepped on and off the staircase, hearing a repeat every time. It wouldn’t make sense to be the man next door. Their houses are at least twenty metres away from each other. It would be almost impossible to hear the footsteps of another one’s. he continued up the stairs and turned the corner into the bathroom, where he saw the old man’s face in the mirror.