Can You See Him?
The Masked Man
Can you see him?
There's a man following me.
He's awful slim.
I'm scared he won't let me be.
Can you see him?
He's right behind me.
In his gas mask, he's awful grim.
He's right beside that Elm tree.
Can you see him?
He's stalking me.
I'm not being prim.
I've fallen and scraped my knee.
Can you see him?
He's right there by that hive
He's not a SIM!
I'm telling you he's alive.
Can't you see him?
Standing there in his mask?
He said his name is Jim.
Will someone answer what I ask?
Can you see him?
I know I can.
He's been following me on a whim.
He's a creepily handsome man...
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Oh wow, I hope this is just your imagination and not a real situation. Spooky.
Creepy indeed and beautifully captured the feeling of being spooked
This was so creepy! I would never wanna be in that situation!