posted on Dec, 8 2003 @ 06:05 PM
I was on the road with a friend of mine at about 1 AM, driving along the coast of lake michigan on Michigan's side, heading home in Chicago. We
turned on a road and started coming towards a little town, 1 gas station, and a stop sign, and as we were entering the town, there was a guy walking
on the side of the road.
My friend was driving, and when I looked over, I guess I just turned ghost white.It was at this point I said, completely seriously, "Curtis, if you
see him walking in the same direction further down, hit him." Curtis was a bit shocked, but the dude just completely terrified me.
After we got a ways away, we were talking about it, and his description of the guy was quite a bit different than what I saw. He said he saw a
thinner, drunk dude stumbling his way back home. What I saw was first the black caverns of his eyes. That's the thing that sticks with me to this
day, 7 years later. He was also walking erect, prideful, and staring right at me. He was a bit husky, and just...he looked black. That's the only way
to describe it. Not racial black, just dark, sinister, evil. I've never seen anything like that again, and I hope I never do. I'm also glad I
wasn't driving the car, because I probably would have run him over.