A Hobo Walking

As I walk down the highway with my satchel of two hamburgers and a dirty hat I snatched away from a little boy, I began to see weird objects in the woods. I contemplate to myself that it was just shadows that were beamed from the car headlights. So lonely and forgotten it felt like I was just a ghost roaming bustling corridors.
“Might as well make it the full stretch tonight,” I explained to myself. “But if you do you’ll be tired the next day,” I argued back.
I’m becoming insane from all the lonesome wandering that I do. The insanity made me have two halves, which argued back and forth every minute.
“What’s that behind the tree?” I yelled in my mind.
“It’s nothing, just keep on walking,” the other half contemplated.
The shadow follows me; it had a deformed figure and only appeared when I was not looking. The feeling of the creature staring was felt throughout my body and I became nervous to see if it was real or not.
“We need to run,” I thought to myself.
“If you really think it’s real go in the woods and see for yourself,” he demanded.
I ran through the woods and only trash on the ground, but the shadows made me hallucinate of deadly creatures.
“No, this can’t be happening at all,” I yelled in the woods.
“You need to close your eyes and come back to reality,” he explained.
As I close my eyes for a long duration, my mind becomes silent and the creatures disappeared.