The Man I awoke to an older black man in my house. It felt weird however no one else was home. I should've screamed or did something, but it felt normal, like he was meant to be there. He was watching TV, sitting on my couch. I tried to move my mouth to talk but no words would come out. I just waved, he said "Hello!" I walked to my kitchen. I looked out my window, it was blank, nothing just bright. I fell back asleep, but my slumber was interrupted by the old man. I got up, as I turned the corner I seen him I seen him in a stray jacket? I had no idea, it was gray. I heard him chanting something like "Wup, wup, wup, wup-" or something like that. He was hitting his chest in odd places. Its like time kept going while I'm stuck in the same place. Time skips a beat while I stand in one timeline. Once again, he was watching TV. It was Spongebob Squarepants however weird symbols were appearing. I walked in front of him but it felt like I was behind him, it made no sense. I looked out my window toward the front of my house I could see just the blue sky, but it looked white, the dirt, plants, and grass. All was there. I somehow was back in bed. Then, something told me to get up. I started walking. The elder man was out there in the stray jacket. Then, all of a sudden he said "I wont hurt you I'm gonna hurt myself" I was confused. I tried to speak nothing would come out. I motioned my hand to show show don't hurt yourself. He didn't get it or he just didn't care. Now I was stuck in place. The living room looked completely white, I can't explain it, it looked normal however like weird. There is no possible way for me to explain it. What felt like a milliseconds it was a night. I could tell changed. He was sitting back down. But his spirit looked like it was standing. Could I explain anything I was seeing? No. Then, time skipped again. He now was out of the window. Then, it glitched, he was back inside. Finally, he jumped out of the chanting once again. It sounded like he died. I looked out the window he only fell 1 foot. But it looked like it was 10 feet. Glitched again now he was running. Half dead. Everything turned dark immediately.
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