"STOP! STOP! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"
You turned around, looking for the source of the noise. You'd been sitting in a coffee shop, having just gotten your coffee and were making your way out of the building.
The streets of your home town were busy as usual. People walking -or running, depending on how late they were-, joggers, Businessmen/women, soccer-moms, you name it there was at least one of them.
And unfortunately, living in a large town like that, entails that it's not all fine and dandy.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING? GET AWAY FROM HIM!"
On old man was the source of the noise. Well, he didn't look that old, but his face was covered in a long beard and mustache, which made it hard to tell how old he was. Older, let's say.
Along with the beard on his face -speckled with grey and brown- he had blue eyes that looked pale and withered, like a man who had seen too much and gotten too little, hidden behind cracked glasses. When you looked closely at him he had freckles and moles dotting his forehead.
He, along with a few others, were some of the homeless people that filled the city. This old man was one that everyone knew. He was kind enough, when he wasn't yelling at people who weren't there. He was the kind of person that parents told their kids to avoid.
"STOP IT! STOP IT RIGHT NOW!"
You felt bad for him, everyone thinking that you're crazy, yet no one was willing to help you. Silently, you walked over to him, a part of your mind, way in the back, wondering what your were doing, and another part telling you to keep going. You crossed the street, avoiding a few cars as you did so, apologetically raising your hand as they honked their horns.
When you reached the other side, you slowly walked over to the man, making sure that you didn't sneak up on him.
"Hey!" You said when you were still a little bit away from him, so if he made a move to attack, you would be safe.
He jumped, looking around, obviously trying to find the noise. But he didn't make any move to hurt you.
"Are you alright?" You asked him.
He nodded slowly, looking around again before turning back to you. He opened his mouth.
His eyes grew wide and his hands instantly floated to his chest, just over his heart. His mouth grew wider and he began to cough. The man crumpled to the floor in a heap, causing you to jump and run forwards to him.
Blood dripped out of his mouth as he continued to cough. With a shaky hand, he reached up to his face and took off his glasses.
"What happened?" You began. You had intended on continuing to ask questions to him, getting him to talk a little longer as you reached into your pocket to pull out your phone.
"Ta-" He coughed, spluttering out the words "Take them."
He reached his hand up and slid the glasses on your face, perching them on the end of your nose. You couldn't see through them, focusing over the tops of the rims.
"Please." He coughed out "Don't take them off. There's- There's much more to the world than y-you know."
You didn't know what he meant, but before you could ask, the man took one last rough breath and he went limp in your arms. Your eyes went wide and you let the man down to the ground slowly, people around your talking, yelling and there was the familiar whir of the ambulance. You sat back on your heels, looking down at your hands, only to be shocked when they were covered in blood.
When did that happen? You couldn't remember coming in contact with blood. You looked at the man, surprise written on your face. The paramedics were picking him up onto the stretcher, with careful and practiced ease, but you managed to catch a glimpse of red on the man shirt. Red that hadn't been there before.
Without knowing, you pushed the glasses up your nose, a small instinct that you didn't know you had.
A noise caught your attention, a small noise and began to grow bigger and bigger, closer and closer, clearer and clearer. You looked up and came face to face with a monster. A monster with long teeth, big eyes and a long nose. It's long, pointy nails covered in blood and suddenly, you knew that the man had been yelling at.