Every morning, school days, as i'm eating my breakfast i hear my neighbor's door when he opens it. that means that i'm late, everyday at exactly 7:50 am i hear it, the noise was so loud sometimes it would wake me up.
He was such a quiet guy, nobody knew his name. You could only see a part of his face. His long hair and hat covered it up. He always wore the same clothes: a long black coat, some washed out jeans and a pear of black military like boots.
Nobody knew what he did for living, I tired to follow him once and it literally took me two hours of walking around the town, I think he noticed me behind him.
Today i wake up, and i'm eating my breakfast looking at my watch: 7:47 am. I look again, 7:50 am. " Weird, by now his door should be opened.", I thought. But nothing i went out to school, as I'm coming back i found an ambulance and some police cars around my neighbor's house. I walked up to an officer and tried to get some information, he said the man who lived there died, the cause stays a mystery.
What happened to him? Who is he? Nobody knew and nobody will ever know.