I was walking home the other day when I had this weird feeling I was being followed. Normally I just dismiss this as my friend Caleb playing a prank on me, but this time it seemed different. I walk along an alley that leads from my school parking lot, to my neighborhood parking lot, and there are back yards on either side of the alley fences, obviously divided by fences on the inside. That's what freaks me out about this. As I was walking, I had my headphones on, so the sound around me was a little distorted, but I had this weird feeling... I took them off and turned to look behind me. I didn't see anything. So I kept walking. I kept my headphones OFF from that point on, so I could listen more intently. I suddenly heard a second set of footsteps, coming from behind me. I knew it had to be, because it didn't sound like it could be coming from behind the fence. I turned. Nobody!
I kept on walking... This is where it started to get really weird. In fact, I have absolutely no explanation for this part, because it was simply too weird... I started to hear the footsteps behind me again. Now since a ton of snow has fallen around here, I knew they were footsteps because they sounded just like somebody walking through the snow. Also, as far as Jerry goes (see my other stories for more info), I've heard his footsteps before in my house, mainly if he's turning around to walk away or coming up/down the stairs. Of course, I never SEE him, only hear him. As I was walking, I kept on turning around multiple times, but never once saw anybody. By the time I got to the top of the slope I heard a distinct coughing. Yep, you guessed it. Jerry! I'd know his cough a mile away. I looked around, expecting something to happen, because usually when he coughs, he's either done bothering me, or is about to cause me some hallucination of some kind. And that's exactly what he did.
I turned around for about the fiftieth time, and instead of seeing Jerry, I froze in place as I looked upon a horde of people standing there. They all looked about my age, they were all punk guys, sitting or standing against the fence. They all had gray skin like Jerry! They also all looked quite... intoxicated. And to my surprise, one of these guys was Jerry himself... He wore Jerry's gray tank top, green pants, had his exact build, his buzz cut, and was looking right at me. His face had nothing odd about it, just normal looking, except for his dead eyes. No pupils. It was scary as hell, but I've seen far scarier things. But finally I saw Jerry's face! About the other guys, I have absolutely no explanation for them. I turned around to walk away, and when I looked back, all of them were gone. In fact one of them even tossed a cigarette to the ground and I couldn't find it anywhere (there's tons of others laying around over in there, but I knew where I saw it land).
But that's not it. When I got home, I saw his shadow at the basement doorway, and he quickly ran down the stairs. I chased him down there and heard him sneeze, but of course, I lost him there. No where to be found. Doesn't matter though, because as soon as I went into the bathroom to make sure I didn't look undead, there's Jerry standing behind me in the mirror. I saw his face again, but he quickly dashed out before I could really get a close look. As far as I can tell he's nobody I've ever seen before. This happened like day before yesterday, by the way.