black spots - cold streets legend

I had never believed in superstition or anything of the unsual before. my belief was simple, If it made the paper it was to be believed. although you still had to look at the facts. but the point was they were more or less close to what was real. unlike those myths that continue to circulate about ghost, ghouls, and monsters. I never believed those. my name is kenny by the way. I've been raised by a family of lawyers. you can pretty much bet they were as logical as they can get. maybe that's why I never got the habit of believing what was said and never actually seen. this was me all my life, but not until recently. this is how the story goes.

it was on a friday. I had just left the hot spot we were in because it was getting too crowded for my taste. on my way to our gate I had heard footsteps from behind me. I looked back but noone was there.
before I got in the house, I decided I'd smoke a stick first. then I remembered the old legend that used to circulate in the nieghborhood. they said that a man was seen every evening grabbing any person that comes across him. they said he usually appeared round 11:00pm to 2:00am. I felt a smirk form on my face.

"yeah right." I had told myself with sarcasm.

Not a moment too soon a man came to me and asked for the time. He startled me to tell you the truth. it was as if he came out from the shadows, but I chose not too think that the man's sudden appearance was something out of the ordinary.

"11:30" I told him.

"thanks." he said and smiled politely at me.
(to be continued)