For months, he battled the ‘demons of the mind’ as he called them. They came, and they went, and he continued to function despite the frightening rapidity of their occurrences.
One morning he hiked to a nearby town. It was abandoned and had been for some time, but it was still the best place to find rags and other odds-and-ends to help make life easier.
The movement was slight, but he had seen it. He quickly raced around the corner in that direction only to find the hooded man standing there.
“Stop!” he shouted as the hooded man began running.
The Old Blog in the Desert 
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