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His old frightening eyes watched my every move His face had mostly been hidden by his glasses, but I could almost feel his cold breath as stepped farther away. Slowly, he followed me. When I glanced back he smiled at me, his wrinkles letting me see his every expression, as if there wasn't an entire street separating us. His smile reeked of wickedness, and something inside had told me he held many secrets behind his house. His cold eyes where almost gray, and kept watching me. Being sixteen, I just tried my best to fake a smile, but inside, I was terrified of this old man.