Catching the Invisible Man
A hand reached out and clamped down on my invisible form. My eyes went wide as my heart jumped.
I fiercely twisted my shoulder out of their grasp and dove to the side, crashing into the wall. On occasion, people would touch me but never grab. If I stood still enough, they’d probably search in the wrong direction. Twisting my head to get a good look at them, I saw it was an old man, with a pleasant smile. He was still looking at me. Well, looking was a strong term. He had a lazy eye and it was hard to tell which eye was focusing on me.
“What are you doing?” he asked, folding his hands behind his back.
I remained entirely still, even holding my breath.
“Just standing there, eh?” he asked, sounding amused.
There was no way he should be able to look directly at me, much less know that I wasn’t even moving.
“You’re not a creep, are you?” he hesitated, his eyes shifting around my figure. They weren’t exactly analyzing me, it was like he could only get a feel for my general position. He put an arm out in front of himself and moved toward me, waving the hand in front of him.
“Please! No!” I panicked, dropping my invisibility. He stopped mid-motion and nodded.
“So you were still here,” he said a matter-of-factly. He chuckled a bit at my visible form. He made me want to go away again. I couldn’t tell what his eyes were landing on.
“How did you see me?” I ventured.
“See you?” he boomed, “You practically ran into me! I had to grab you to make sure that didn’t happen!”
I’d walked next to him, sure, but no one else had been worried about that before. His eyes bounced around my head, not scanning it, but not ignoring it either.
“Does it have something to do with your eye?”
“My eye? I doubt it,” he said, surprised that I mentioned it.
“Really? Your lazy eye has nothing to do with it?”
His eyebrows almost jumped off his forehead.
“I have a lazy eye? Huh,” he scoffed.
“Don’t kid me, old man! How did you see the Ghost!” I yelled, tightening my fists. I wouldn’t risk a man going about knowing my secret.
“You’ve got to be kidding me, son,” he took a step back, eyes shaking with panic. “You’re the Ghost?”
I raised a hand at him when I felt something tie my legs together. A net fell over me as I crumpled to the floor, my legs searing with pain.
“We got him!” an officer called from behind me.
He was stalling me!
“What’s going on?” the old man asked the sky.
What is happening?
“Seems he was cornered by that blind man!” another officer said to the first.
I stiffened, replaying the situation in my head. His eyes fell upon me, but only momentarily before they looked away. They were never looking at anything.
I couldn’t believe he caught me.