I have always had strange experiences, and seen things I can't explain. This is one of those times. I had been living in Germany for a year and a half before I saw him first. He just appeared in the corner of my eyes in the beginning, but I could see a black hooded figure, almost as if he was wearing a cloak. He would just stand there, watching. I'd pass him by, or see him in the far distance. But he was there almost on a weekly basis. Seeing him almost became comforting, like a guardian angel looking after me.
Eventually I got used to seeing him, though I couldn't help but feel a thrill of fear whenever I saw him. But the one time that sticks to mind is the night of my first Homecoming dance. We had our homecoming my sophmore year in a nice ballroom. There was a balcony, overlooking a construction site. I had gone outside to admire the moonlight, right before it began to rain. Looking down, over the construction site, I spotted him, just a few meters away. He was just standing there, a floor down, under an oak tree. I was alone on the balcony, so nobody could see him, and I almost waved. I could see him for almost a minute before he vanished.
The reason why I called him my guardian is because usually I would see such dark things, they would scare me enough to keep me up at night. But while he was there, I wouldn't see anything frightening. In fact, I didn't see anything but him. He was nonthreatening, and silent, like a hooded guard. Now that I no longer spot him, I actually am starting to miss him.
He was about six feet tall, wearing a black cloak, but dark like shadows not like velvet. I could never see his face, and I never saw him moving. He was just there, and then he would vanish. Unlike the other things I would see, he stood as still as a statue.
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