Eight ball

Vincent Cox turned off the lights in his hardware store. He zipped up his black, fleece jacket and walked out into the cold, lonely night. He fumbled for the keys in the pocket of his jeans shivering slightly. He finally fished a rusted, copper key and locked the front entrance door. He sighed and started to walk home. As he was walking down the sidewalk something in the sidewalk glinted dully catching his eye. Next to a sewage drainage was a small black ball. He curiously shuffled over to the ball, knelt down and touched the ball. There was gust of cold wind and Vincent shivered and glanced nervously behind him. He felt like he was being watched. Quickly he picked up the ball and examined it. It was an eight ball. The whole ball was smooth like it had never been used before. He looked into the small triangle glass and was intrigued when he noticed that the word 'Yes' behind the glass were glowing brightly in the dark. He decided to ask the ball a simple yes or no question. 'Am I wearing a black jacket?' Vincent shook the ball and looked into the glass. 'Definitely' was what came up. Vincent smiled. It was just one of those coincidences, so he decided to ask another one. 'Am I in a relationship with anyone' Vincent knew he wasn't in a relationship with anyone. He wasn't much of a social man. 'I don't know' the ball replied. Vincent asked another question on whether he supported Obama. Again the ball answered 'I don't know'. Vincent asked more questions about his personal life and no matter how hard or fast he shook the ball again and again it came up as 'I don't know'. Finally Vincent sighed and decided to ask different questions. 'Am I boy?' 'Certainly' Vincent paused for a while. 'Weird' he thought. Vincent asked another. 'Am I listening to my IPod?' 'No' 'Is it nighttime' 'Definitely' Vincent shivered. 'Am I holding an eight ball?' 'Of course' Vincent was feeling colder now and he thought he heard a rustling sound just in front of him. He couldn't see anything much in the darkness except for a house surrounded by small bushes and trees. He flipped out his cellphone and turned it on 'lantern'. But still there was nothing he could see. He instinctively looked back to where his store was and tried to see anything strange. Nothing. Shakily he started to walk back to his house. Vincent asked one more question 'Am I walking to my house?' 'Yes' Vincent started to walk faster. As he was walking to his house he would occasionally glance behind him feeling like someone was watching him, trying to catch up to him. When he reached his front door he impatiently jabbed his key into the keyhole missing a few times before putting it perfectly into the hole. When he unlocked the door, he swung it open and quickly shut it behind him. Locking the door, Vincent ran into the kitchen and grabbed a kitchen knife. He felt stupid, but he pushed out this thought. Slowly he slid the knife into its case and then put the knife securely in his pocket. He swore he heard scraping and bumping out in his front door but he resisted the temptation to go check. Instead he walked into his bathroom, turned on the lights and closed the door, locking it. He decided to ask a question. 'Am I at home right now?' 'Yes' Vincent tapped his thumbs tensely. 'Am I eating anything?' 'I don't know' 'Am I in the living room?' 'I don't know' Then suddenly he heard the front door burst open and footsteps coming through the entrance. Vincent held his breath, his face going pale. He slammed off the lights in the bathroom and hid himself behind the sink waiting, clutching his kitchen knife. He heard the footsteps passing his bathroom. The footsteps entered into the living room, and then they stopped. He felt the ball in his hand move slightly. Vincent took a look at the ball and his heart almost skipped a beat. 'Definitely Not' He heard footsteps again, walking up the stairs. Vincent made his escape. He ran out the bathroom and out the front door. He ran out onto the streets and back to where the stores were. 'Are you still trying to find me?' 'Of course' When he reached his