a reply to: Skid Mark
Took me a while to think of something worthy of this thread...
Oh, here we go. I'll try to keep it short.
Back in the late 90's I was at a cafe with an old friend and this kid who went by the street name Fox and his silent partner breezed up to our table.
They interrupted a conversation between my buddy and I out of nowhere. My friend apparently knew the kid from somewhere else and quickly told him to
buzz off, but me - being the stupid, kind and rather naive person back then - invited Fox and his friend to our table to share weird stories and
experiences with us.
Fox and his bud sat down and conversation continued until the wee hours of the morning. As we got up to leave, Fox casually mentioned he and his
buddy didn't have a place to crash for the night. Once again, my overtly kind nature jumped forward and I immediately invited both to crash on the
couch in the basement of the small co-op where I was staying at the time.
I didn't think much of it - I had been a traveler and homeless for several years prior and always appreciated the kindness of strangers who got me off
the road for a chance to sleep, and always told myself I'd pay that kindness forward when I was able. I had experience with the clans of roaming
street-kids back then and never had a bad encounter with any of 'em.
So Fox and his buddy turned out to not really be on the level as much as we had originally thought. We woke up to find they had smoked all our house
cigarettes and when called on it they started acting as if they owned the entire household and all the house residents were somehow intruding on
Come to find out those two were on some bad stuff. Fox started ranting about being undercover ops and how they were on an important assignment. And
because they were on a mission, our basement was now their personal base of operations. They had been using my personal computer overnight without
asking with claims they were looking for clues regarding a satanic ritual kidnapping of a friend of theirs.
Basically just went full on psycho on the household.
Now, I understand communal property and sharing things, but this kid just went over the top pushing his personal agenda on everyone. There are a lot
of minor details I'm leaving out but those kids were seriously bad news and had to go ASAP. They had turned balls to the walls crazy overnight.
I called Fox out on his overtly rude behavior and he vehemently resisted and I started getting serious bad energy from the guy.
Finally, out of pure frustration I slammed a FUGAZI tape into the stereo cassette player and started blasting the first track on full blast just to
drown the little punk out and hoped he'd take the freaking hint he had overstayed him welcome with us.
I guess that tactic worked because that's where it got weird....real weird.
For a flash of an instant - I swear on my life, I saw Fox's buddy quickly pull some type of handgun out of his military rucksack and point it at my
head dead on.
I never heard the shot, but instantly felt a severe blinding flash of pain in my head that lasted for a fraction of an second and then everything just
quickly before snapping back into focus....next thing I see is Fox and his buddy with wild looks of panic and fear on their faces
before they both started hauling ass out of the basement like two bats out of hell.
Meanwhile, I'm nursing a severe headache just trying to figure out what the hell had just happened.
Never saw 'em again after that.
No one on the street knew about anything either.
I'm assuming they skipped town.
That whole "shifting" thing still kinda freaks me out....I don't understand what may or may not have transpired during that altercation. Did they
shoot me? Am I dead and just writing this from a parallel universe because it wasn't my time to die? What the heck happened? I was stone cold sober
and there' no way I just hallucinated something like that just out of nowhere....right?
Long story short....we don't allow anyone to crash on our couch anymore after that event
*Fox (if you or your buddy are somehow on site reading this) - just want you to know that was a real crap move, kiddo, and you guys are still total
jerk-offs for what you did and stealing my housemates new Metallica CD was just off the hook rude. What goes around comes around, but I really hope
you kids have moved out of that seriously stupid phase and cleaned your act up by now. Hope your missing friend is safe. But you're jerks.
*over and out*
That's all I got Skid....
Sorry for the long winded read. Hope it qualifies as a creepy tale.
I normally don't drop names but I'm still ticked off at that kid.
Reading some of your contributions, I got up the nerve to share something I've never really talked about before.
Thanks for that courage....I owe ya one.
edit on 3/16/15 by GENERAL EYES because: minor edits for clarity and continuity