Encounter with a S.N.V.
Looking back a couple years ago I now know the person I encountered that day was probably not a person. What it was I cannot say. Here is what happened though:
I worked as a delivery driver for a private company and one night I was coming back after driving out to Houston to give some clients blueprints for a project. When I saw that I was running low on fuel I stopped in a rural area at a self-serve gas station off the high way to fill up. Once the car was full and I had paid using my debit card, I went back into my car and closed my door when another car pulled up in front of me without any lights on; blocking me in. The person inside left their vehicle and walked up to my driver-side windshield, right next to me.
Me: Do ‘ya need something?
Stranger: Not a thing in this world.
Me: Okay then, do you mind moving your car, you’re blocking me in.
Stranger: That is not mine. (Pointing at the car he just exited).
There was something indescribable about this man. He was eerie, courteous, but somewhat frightening at the same time.
Me: Well, I don’t care if it is or not, but you got to move that car.
Stranger: I don’t have to do anything. We have so many choices on this rock and we are not limited by the actions of our own thoughts.
Me: That’s fine, but if you don’t move your car I’m going to have to call the cops.
Stranger: Do you have a cell phone?
Me: Yes. (I lied, realizing how vulnerable I was out here alone.)
Stranger: Tell me your name.
Me: Joseph. (I lied again.)
Stranger: You look more like a Jacob.
My face flushed as he guessed my real name. Or was it a guess?
Stranger: What is it that you do, Joseph.
Me: I drive, and I have to go. Could you please move your car?
My mind was racing as my body became heavy with fear.
Stranger: Why are you lying? You don’t have to be anywhere.
His sallow face was serious and there was something wrong with it, although I couldn’t tell for sure what, but it seemed like he eyes could see through me.
Me: Okay, I’m lying. I want to go though, so could you…?
Stranger: What is important to you?
Me: I don’t know, football, soccer, saving the whales.
Stranger: I’m only blocking you in on the front. Why don’t you just reverse out of the lot?
His eyes tightened as I swore under my breath for my own stupidity. He moved to his car and entered as I reversed then drove off. On the drive back I swear I could feel his eyes on me the entire time.
Monday, June 2, 2003
Sunday, June 1, 2003
Strange Night Visitors 2
Movie Night:
It was a couple days after our families Y2K millennium party and me and my husband had several movies left over that we had not watched yet. So, that Sunday night we made sure the tapes were unwound then stuck a movie in the VCR.
I don’t recall what movie we watched first, second, or third for that matter, it doesn’t seem very important now. When we were in the middle of the third one, my husband stopped the film and decided we needed some buttery popcorn to enhance our viewing pleasure. He jumped up and practically ran to the kitchen when someone knocked on our front door. “Want me to get it, or should we just ignore it?” I heard him call to me; “No, might be important, I’ll answer it,” I responded. Pulling a sweater on I strolled over to the door and casually opened it.
“God evening ma’am, I think I might have something you might find very interesting.” The man at the door was giant, but thin, and wore a black suit with a fedora style hat. He was vaguely handsome despite the fact that he was incredibly white with little blue veins across his face. However, regardless of this there was something about him that I instantly distrusted.
“I don’t need anything right now, thank you.” I’m not sure what it was, but a chill was sent down my spine.
“You sure? It will only take a minute of your time. This is something I know you will like,” he insisted.
“No, really I’m alright.” I was becoming slightly distressed as I began to realize how odd it was to see a salesman at this time of the night, so I put my hand on the door, preparing to shut it at a moments notice.
“Now ma’am, I am not leaving here tonight if you do not look at this,” he looked down at something I couldn’t see, “it is a fine thing, and if you let me step inside I can show it to you.”
There was something about him that made me feel as if he wouldn’t take no for an answer. I didn’t care though, I wasn’t letting any stranger into my house.
“Really, WE are broke, and WE can not afford anything else.” I tried to stress how I wasn’t alone.
He smiled then looked down again. When he looked back up his teeth were clenched and his eyes bulged from his head. “Are you going to let me in or not!?” I swear I could see the thin veins in his face throbbing with rage.
Shocked by his sudden change in expression I just stood there staring into his large black pupils, quivering in fear.
“Hey, you need help with anything?” I heard my husband’s voice and then felt his warming touch on my back, causing me to turn to face him.
“Yes, can you tell this man, that…” I stopped there; when I turned back, he was gone.
It was a couple days after our families Y2K millennium party and me and my husband had several movies left over that we had not watched yet. So, that Sunday night we made sure the tapes were unwound then stuck a movie in the VCR.
I don’t recall what movie we watched first, second, or third for that matter, it doesn’t seem very important now. When we were in the middle of the third one, my husband stopped the film and decided we needed some buttery popcorn to enhance our viewing pleasure. He jumped up and practically ran to the kitchen when someone knocked on our front door. “Want me to get it, or should we just ignore it?” I heard him call to me; “No, might be important, I’ll answer it,” I responded. Pulling a sweater on I strolled over to the door and casually opened it.
“God evening ma’am, I think I might have something you might find very interesting.” The man at the door was giant, but thin, and wore a black suit with a fedora style hat. He was vaguely handsome despite the fact that he was incredibly white with little blue veins across his face. However, regardless of this there was something about him that I instantly distrusted.
“I don’t need anything right now, thank you.” I’m not sure what it was, but a chill was sent down my spine.
“You sure? It will only take a minute of your time. This is something I know you will like,” he insisted.
“No, really I’m alright.” I was becoming slightly distressed as I began to realize how odd it was to see a salesman at this time of the night, so I put my hand on the door, preparing to shut it at a moments notice.
“Now ma’am, I am not leaving here tonight if you do not look at this,” he looked down at something I couldn’t see, “it is a fine thing, and if you let me step inside I can show it to you.”
There was something about him that made me feel as if he wouldn’t take no for an answer. I didn’t care though, I wasn’t letting any stranger into my house.
“Really, WE are broke, and WE can not afford anything else.” I tried to stress how I wasn’t alone.
He smiled then looked down again. When he looked back up his teeth were clenched and his eyes bulged from his head. “Are you going to let me in or not!?” I swear I could see the thin veins in his face throbbing with rage.
Shocked by his sudden change in expression I just stood there staring into his large black pupils, quivering in fear.
“Hey, you need help with anything?” I heard my husband’s voice and then felt his warming touch on my back, causing me to turn to face him.
“Yes, can you tell this man, that…” I stopped there; when I turned back, he was gone.
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