another Strange Night Visitor

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.