The man in the newspaper

The Man in the Newspaper

            The tall man stood at the edge of the porch. He looked over the horizon, and saw clouds fill the sky. It started to pour buckets of rain over his roof top. His wife called him into the house and wrapped him in a blanket. “Oh Tomas, your soaking wet, I hope you don’t get sick.”   She put the heater on and he fell right to sleep. “What are we going to do with him, he’s been out of it for days, I said.” “I know, ever since we moved here he’s been acting funny. Laura said. I thought he would have not been homesick because he seemed pretty happy about moving.           We lived in an awful town. There were barely any places to work and food there was very expensive.            I noticed it started getting dark out and I climbed into bed. I tried to fall asleep but I kept on hearing someone walking back and forth in the hallway. I peeked through the door and saw a faint shadow of a man. He didn’t look like Tomas because he was much shorter.            He stopped moving and he noticed me staring at him. I was paralyzed with fear and couldn’t break away from his glare. The man wouldn’t stop staring at me. It was like he was taking pieced of my soul. I wonder if this happened to Tomas. I woke up the next morning and I didn’t feel very well. I decided to stay in bed all day. Laura ran into my room and yelled, “Rachel, Tomas won’t wake up, it’s like his whole body is paralyzed.” I walked into the living room and looked into his eyes, there were as white as a ghost. I told Laura urgently, “call the doctor quickly.” She did what I told her and waited for the doctor to come, we both stared at the clock as time went by slowly.              I heard a knock at the door and I opened it, “Hello Rachel, how are you?” “I’m good but Tomas won’t wake up.” The doctor checked his heartbeat and he said Tomas had a stroke.    Laura was about to cry when the doctor said, “Tomas isn’t dead, but this is an uncommon stroke, it would only last for an hour.” I looked at the clock and three hours went by. The doctor told us that he had to take Tomas to the hospital. We carried Tomas to the car and Laura gave the doctor our number.           Once I saw that shadow of a man I kept on having nightmares of him. On a strange night, I saw a man peeking at the end of the bed. It looked like he was holding some kind of jar. I wasn’t sure what was in the jar, but I could see something moving inside. It was like he caught a bug that was very hyperactive. For months I would dream of this guy with the jar. I felt like Tomas, always sad and droopy