Steve sped up. He wasn't much of a runner, but the caffeine that would probably give him heartburn later was good for something. He aimed first towards the corner headed towards his building. Then he reconsidered when he heard the man behind him calling out.
No, he'd applied recently for a promotion. Dragging a ghost into the front lobby first thing in the morning? Not a great look. A cold shiver ran down his spine at the thought. A ghost, because of course it was. Steve had no idea who the man behind him was, but he knew very intently that the vision had been real, and that man was supposed to be dead.
Overshooting the street towards work he aimed for an alley further ahead. With a bit of luck he could dodge down one fast enough to lose the stranger. He aimed for one that seemed to have a driveway in it, his steps quickened into a light jog as he pushed himself around the corner... and straight into a dead end.
Steve swore under his breath, but knew the stranger wasn't far behind, and he'd already trapped himself. Noting a metal garbage can to his left, his hand impulsively shot out and grabbed the handle of the lid. He wouldn't have much of a chance against a guy that big, ghost or crazy person. Enough noise could call up some attention and help, though.
"Look, pal," he called out as confidently as he could, already a bit out of breath from the sudden exercise. "I don't know you, and I don't know what you want, but seriously. Just walk away."