Freaky Running Man


one night around six months ago i was driving down dyson towards tuscawilla. it was around 10pm. the windows were down and i was relaxed with whatever music was playing, kind of casually driving down this dark road - when suddenly there's a flash of white to my right, i turn suddenly to see this extremely tall, extremely thin, PALE sickly looking woman (?) in all white and no hair jogging on the side of the road in the most awkward fashion imaginable with her arms flailing about as she did it.. she came out of nowhere and i veered a little because, honestly, i had thought i'd seen a ghost. it was terrifiying. i thought she was either anorexic or a cancer/luekemia patient. it was strangely horrific and left me with this chill as i watched her jog off in the rear view mirror.
weeks later i'm going down the same road at the same time at night and i'm looking for her. i see the bridge up ahead and the lights on the side of it. then one set of lights starts bouncing. it's her.. i brace myself for another frightening encounter and drive a little slower to get a better look. it's a man! it's an old old old frail, could-die-at-any-second man! a bone thin, bald crazy looking old man with some insatiable desire to run! he wears all white and his shirt has refector beams on it so someone doesn't run him over, because let me tell ya, he comes at you all of a sudden-like. i have no idea why he feels the need to run.. he's incredibly thin and seemingly wayy too old to do this kind of extensive aerobic exercise which i've now seen him do so many times on the same roads at the same hours of the night and now hear the same hours of the morning - it's insane. and he's so FREAKY looking.. his arms are so weak that they just fly everywhere when he runs.. there's a madness in his eyes. he looks like he's escaping from a hospital. and he's this ghostly white.. it's so freaky.
so i now have a relationship with him. i look for him whenever i'm out at that certain time on those certain roads and i almost always see him. i've shown him now to a few people, all of which didn't believe he'd be as freaky as he actually is and doubted that we'd see him and are completely freaked out when we do. but it's really kind of a joke.. i get this nervous jittery feeling, that fun-scared suspense you get when you're watching a horror movie.. and seeing him never fails to be terrifying/entertaining. well maybe not terrifying.. it's just freaky. and so i named him freaky running man. and i refuse to think he has any other name.
i almost stopped and talked to him the second or third time i saw him, before the shock of him had worn off, to tell him to not run anymore because he's so damn freaky looking, he might get people into an accident when they first see him, like i nearly did. i think it's better left unsaid, though.. one day.. one day i'll talk to him. my brother wants to follow him around on a bike and find out his trail of running.. i'm intrigued. it's a fun little game.
however, the last three times i've looked for him i haven't found him. it occurs to me that i haven't seen him in probably two months or so. and with his age... this all means freaky running man could be..... dead. (gasp) i had these bizarre situations run thru my head whenever i'd look for him where, since i get a little odd driving at night and, like mentioned before, sort of hallucinate - that i'd accidently hit and kill freaky running man.. how strange that would be. not intentionally, of course.. just one of those odd life workings... hmm.. i hope he's alright. run on, freaky running man, run on.

lovemelo