About 5 years ago, I lived downtown in a major city in the US. I've always been a night person, I often find myself bored after a movie mate, who just thankfully was not a night person with the bed. The past of time I used to go for long walks and it's about time thinking about, you know, happenings in my life and other events that maybe, you know, just going on. I spent 4 years like that, walking alone at night and never once had I had a reason to feel afraid. I always used to choke my roommate even that drug dealers in the city were even polite, because at least they offered you a courtesy, you know, use, whatever though. But all that change, just a few minutes on one evening. It was a Wednesday, somewhere between 1 and 2 in the morning and I was walking near a police patrol park, quite a ways for my apartment to be exact. It was quite a night, even for a weeknight, very little traffic and almost no one was on foot. The park, as it was most nights was completely empty. I turned down the short side of the street in order to loop around back to my apartment. That's when I first noticed him. At the far end of the street on my side there was a silhouette of a man dancing. It was a strange dance, similar to a was, but he finished his box with an odd forward stride. I guess you could say he was dance walking and he had his straight for me. Deciding that he was probably drunk as most bars usually kicked out all the remaining customers by 2 to 3 in the morning, I figured that, well, you know, it's probably a little bit loopy right now. So I stopped his clothes to road and gave him the majority of the sidewalk to pass by me. The closer he got, the more I realized how gracefully he was moving. It was very tall and lengthy and wearing a old suit. He danced closer still until I could make out his face. His eyes were wide and wild and his head tilted back slightly looking off at the sky. His mouth formed a painfully wide cartoon smile between the eyes and the smile. I decided to cross the street before he danced closer because he flat out made me feel uncomfortable. I took my eyes off of him to cross the street as I reached the other side, he glanced back and I stopped dancing and was standing at one foot in the street perfectly parallel to me. He was facing me but still looking skydward. It smiled still wide on his lips. I was completely and utterly unnerd by this. I started walking again but I kept my eyes on a man. He didn't move. Once I put about half a block between us, I turned away from him for a moment to watch the sidewalk in front of me and the street and the sidewalk ahead of me was completely empty. Still a nerve, I looked back where he was and had been standing and defined him gone. For the briefest of moments I felt relieved until I noticed that he had crossed the street and was only slightly crouched down. I couldn't tell for sure due to the distance but the shadows but I was certain he was facing me. I looked away from no more than ten seconds and it was so clear that he moved fast. I was so shocked that I stood there for some time staring at him. They started moving towards me again. He took a giant exaggerated tiptoed step as if he was a cartoon character sneaking up on someone. Exit he was moving very, very quickly. I like to say at this point I ran away or pulled pepper spray or my cell phone or something like that or anything at all but I didn't. I stood there completely frozen as a smiling man cropped towards me and then he stopped again but a car links for me and still smiling as smile. I still look still looking to the sky. When I finally found my voice I blurred out the first thing that came to mind. What I meant to ask was what do you want in a angry commanding tone but what came out was a whisper of what? Regardless of whether human or not I could, regardless whether humans could or could not smell fear they can certainly hear it. I heard it in my own voice and that made me only more afraid. But he didn't react to it at all. He just stood there smiling. And then after what felt like forever he turned around very slowly and started to dance walk away. Just like that, not wanting to turn my back to him again I just watched him go until he is far enough the way to be almost out of sight. And then I realized something. I wasn't moving away anymore nor was he dancing. I watched in horror as he disin-shaped, grew larger and larger. Just come back my way this time he was running. I ran as well. I ran until I was off to the side of the road and back on my back onto the better lit row with a sparse traffic. Looking back at him behind me he was nowhere to be found. The rest of the way home I kept glancing back on my shoulder expecting to see his stupid smile. But he was never there. I lived in that city for six months after that night and I never went out for another walk. There was something about his face that always haunted me. He didn't look drunk, he didn't look high. He looked completely and utterly insane.