I first saw Ghouli in New Orleans on Royal Ave. back in August. I had a pocket knife on me so I lunged at him while emitting a piercing cry; he fled. But I saw him again when I returned to in St. Louis. I saw him looking at me through the living room window. Something is preventing him from coming inside, but while outside, I’ve seen him staring at me from behind trees and houses, and parked cars. I’m not so much scared now, as fascinated.