When I went out on the field with the people on my team something didn't feel right. It was like my hole team had been turned into zombies. But once we started playing it got better. The team we were going against was really challenging. They had really good strategies. But one of the times I went to kick the ball, one of the girls kicked it back at me and it came up and hit me in the face.

I tasted blood in my mouth and my coach was grabbing me and took me to the bathrooms. Turned out that the girl on the other team actually knocked out one of my teeth. I wasn't mad. I was actually surprised because I didn't feel any of it.

On the way home I was holding an ice pack on my face. My mouth was now hurting like crazy. I looked out side and saw the same guy in the dark hoodie. But this time he looked right at me. We made eye contact which seemed like an eternity but was only like a minute or two. I clenched onto my ice pack while he stared at me with an evil face.

When we got back to the house I ran up stairs to my room. I looked out the window and couldn't see the man anymore. It was like he disappeared. The thought of him gave me the chills.

I went back down stairs to my mom and I hugged her as hard as I could. " what's this for honey" she said. I told her about the man I saw and she told me that she saw him too and that everything will be fine. She told me that he was most likely a homeless man. After talking to my mom I felt much better. I went to the living room to watch TV. The news was on, it was talking about that family who got robbed. It showed a picture of the man that robbed them and it looked just like the man I saw out side on the way to my game. In fact, it was him.