a newer account of the strange night visitors

Crash Site:

I recently heard about the Strange Night Visitors and I believe I had the same experience a couple of years back.

I live somewhere between the suburbs and farmland; you know, the place where your nearest neighbor is a two minute drive away.

Anyway, one night my parents were out for the weekend so I decided to order pizza and stay home alone. At about 10:30 at night I heard a slow pounding on the houses wooden door. It was very faint and I am not exactly sure how I even heard it.

Naturally, being stupid and young I opened the door without checking to see who it was.

When I saw who it was my skin practically leapt of my body, however, I was not sure why. The person at the door was not strange looking; if I had seen him during the day I probably would have overlooked him. He was wearing a black pinstripe suit and sunglasses and had pale skin with high cheekbones; possibly of eastern descent.

He told me he had just been in a car crash and needed to use my telephone to contact the authorities. Normally I would have admitted him instantly, but there was something wrong about him. The way he said it was not in any way distressed, yet it was also not said in shock. It was just so calm.

I told him that if he wanted I would call the police for him. He paused for a moment then looked backwards at the darkness behind him. As he did that, I caught a look at his eyes beneath his sunglasses; they were enormous with red veins popping out of them and it seemed like they could explode at any moment. I got a feeling of complete and utter panic and I could feel despair weighing down on me.

I assured him that I would call the cops for him if he just stayed on the front porch. I shut the door and went to the phone. As I dialed ‘nine’ and ‘one’ I looked through the peephole to see the stranger, but he was no longer there.