Alright, I've decided to write a story (about what I'm still unsure), and I wanted opinions on where I'm going so far. I just wrote a prologue, and I'd like to know what I need to change before I get too far.
The only thing behind this idea is some random idea I formulated today while walking home from my bus stop as I sheltered myself in my sweatshirt about a man in a cloak who stands across the street from a house every night. I have a few ideas, but I still haven't decided, so bear with me. I do know that it's going to be (usually, since the narrator is me and not a character) from the homeowner's point of view.
Prologue
A tall, shadowy figure stood on the sidewalk. Heavy rain fell around him. It was not the first time he had stood in that spot, not at all. A long, black, hooded cloak was draped over him, giving the appearance that the small, visible sliver of his pale face was levitating in midair against the dark scenery. He simply stood, his hidden gaze searching his surroundings. Had it been daytime, his tall stature and peculiar clothing would have easily attracted attention. But he knew better. He knew much better. Suddenly, the man jerked his head sideways as he heard the sound of wheels rolling down the wet street. The car passed nothing but a circle of dry sidewalk as it drove on.
Chapter 1
A strange sound floated through the door of a small bedroom in the second story of a quiet little house. Jack, only a moment ago sleeping soundly, awoke with a start. He sat bolt upright in bed and furrowed his brow. Jack listened closely to the odd ringing that lingered in the air. He had never heard anything like it before. By the time he was fully awake and ready to investigate, the ringing trailed off into silence. He shrugged off the puzzling situation and realized he had overslept. He needed to open his shop in twenty minutes.
One quick shower later and Jack was jogging down the stairs. He hastily fed his cat, Felix, and got in his car. As he backed out of the driveway in his blue Jeep, Jack failed to notice a man standing across the street between two houses. Without delay, Jack flew down the street through the pouring rain.
So; comments? Questions? Fire away. Please mention anything you think needs correcting.
EDIT: I'm trying to steer clear of cliche plots, so if you see anything that has been overused a million times, please tell me.
