Siani
Despiser of religious nuts
I had an unsettling experience about a month ago, but have hesitated to mention it, just in case I've put two and two together and made fifty two. Here's basically what happened.
I was at the local bus terminal, waiting for the bus home. A young guy, around 21-22, joined the bus queue, and when I made eye contact with him, I got the absolute horrors. He was pale, sharp-featured, wan and sickly-looking - he was uncoordinated and looked like he could fall over at any moment. I assumed he was merely drunk, or possibly, drugged up. At the risk of sounding melodramatic or hysterical, when I made eye contact with him, he gave me the absolute creeps. I wanted to get as far away from him as possible. I felt utter panic - and I'm not the easily-intimidated type. Despite his seemingly weak condition, he seemed dangerous to me, in a way I can't quite articulate. You know that feeling you get when your eyes and your brain don't quite communicate properly with each other? I don't know why, but there was something about the guy that seemed all wrong.
The guy asked me for money for his bus fare. I made some excuse and declined. By now, I was getting very claustrophic and edgy. Mercifully, my bus arrived at the terminal at that moment. I noticed him asking other people for money, and they all seemed to be recoiling from him, rather than simply declining to help him. He tried to persuade the bus driver to allow him on, despite not having the fare. The bus driver actually looked scared and ordered him off the bus, and seemed to have difficulty breaking eye contact with the guy.
As the bus left the terminus, I felt an enormous sense of relief - and I really didn't understand why. A couple of minutes later, the bus came to a halt at a stop about a quarter of a mile away from the terminus. Guess who was waiting for the bus? Yes, the weird guy. How the hell did he get there before the bus? I doubt even an Olympic sprinter could have made it before the bus, yet alone a guy as feeble-seeming as him. And he wasn't even out of breath. I could see several other passengers looking as if to say, 'WTF?. Also, he suddenly had the fare for the bus. As he got on, he gave me a hard stare, and I actually felt nauseous. When I reached my stop, I got off (thankfully, he didn't) and sped home, somewhat spooked and bewildered.
I still don't know if this was a truly anomalous experience, or if I simply got spooked and blew the whole thing out of proportion. Any thoughts, anyone?
I was at the local bus terminal, waiting for the bus home. A young guy, around 21-22, joined the bus queue, and when I made eye contact with him, I got the absolute horrors. He was pale, sharp-featured, wan and sickly-looking - he was uncoordinated and looked like he could fall over at any moment. I assumed he was merely drunk, or possibly, drugged up. At the risk of sounding melodramatic or hysterical, when I made eye contact with him, he gave me the absolute creeps. I wanted to get as far away from him as possible. I felt utter panic - and I'm not the easily-intimidated type. Despite his seemingly weak condition, he seemed dangerous to me, in a way I can't quite articulate. You know that feeling you get when your eyes and your brain don't quite communicate properly with each other? I don't know why, but there was something about the guy that seemed all wrong.
The guy asked me for money for his bus fare. I made some excuse and declined. By now, I was getting very claustrophic and edgy. Mercifully, my bus arrived at the terminal at that moment. I noticed him asking other people for money, and they all seemed to be recoiling from him, rather than simply declining to help him. He tried to persuade the bus driver to allow him on, despite not having the fare. The bus driver actually looked scared and ordered him off the bus, and seemed to have difficulty breaking eye contact with the guy.
As the bus left the terminus, I felt an enormous sense of relief - and I really didn't understand why. A couple of minutes later, the bus came to a halt at a stop about a quarter of a mile away from the terminus. Guess who was waiting for the bus? Yes, the weird guy. How the hell did he get there before the bus? I doubt even an Olympic sprinter could have made it before the bus, yet alone a guy as feeble-seeming as him. And he wasn't even out of breath. I could see several other passengers looking as if to say, 'WTF?. Also, he suddenly had the fare for the bus. As he got on, he gave me a hard stare, and I actually felt nauseous. When I reached my stop, I got off (thankfully, he didn't) and sped home, somewhat spooked and bewildered.
I still don't know if this was a truly anomalous experience, or if I simply got spooked and blew the whole thing out of proportion. Any thoughts, anyone?