{"id":5503,"date":"2026-06-10T17:04:46","date_gmt":"2026-06-10T11:34:46","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/storytimes.online\/?p=5503"},"modified":"2026-06-10T17:04:46","modified_gmt":"2026-06-10T11:34:46","slug":"the-man-who-was-never-alone","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/storytimes.online\/?p=5503","title":{"rendered":"The Man Who Was Never Alone"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>The bar didn\u2019t move.<\/p>\n<p>Not a single laugh followed.<\/p>\n<p>Even the rock music felt distant now, like it belonged to another world.<\/p>\n<p>The mohawk biker tightened his grip on the bat.<\/p>\n<p>Mohawk Biker (uneasy):<br \/>\n&#8220;You think a few SUVs scare us?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>The elderly man finally looked up.<\/p>\n<p>Calm.<\/p>\n<p>Unbothered.<\/p>\n<p>Almost disappointed.<\/p>\n<p>Elderly Man:<br \/>\n&#8220;No.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>A pause.<\/p>\n<p>Elderly Man:<br \/>\n&#8220;But they should scare you.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>A flicker of doubt spread across the room.<\/p>\n<p>The 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Not a single laugh followed. Even the rock music felt distant now, like it belonged to another world. The mohawk biker tightened his grip on the bat. Mohawk Biker (uneasy): &#8220;You think a few SUVs scare us?&#8221; The elderly man finally looked up. Calm. Unbothered. Almost disappointed. 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