reply to post by Grim Shroud
I've been fighting with my sanity ever since I've returned from Texas. After a paragraph into my "short" version of a ridiculously long story, I
find myself back at the beginning. I am fully aware of my surroundings possibly even to a sense 'too' aware. Shadow people, yes I believe I had a
passenger on my car...that even somewhat directed my vehicle... But I'm not entirely hooked on this "shadow person" theory. Alright, bear with me
here... I'm thinking along the lines of some sort of conspiracy. What if "shadow people" is a scare tactic to keep us from any further
investigation? Not to mention while driving through town I had never seen so many people look confused and with no destination. As if everyone was
waiting to see my next move. Feeling the slightest bit aware of what was going on I kept them guessing, that was until I heard a loud pop, as if a
bug had hit the windshield.... but in place of a bug was a tiny yellow dot. I even reached out the window and attempted to scratch "whatever" it
was off. But it wouldn't come off. By this point in time I'm scared # less, thinking this all has something to do with the police and the 'guy'
on my car is just there to make sure I get to my destination Hannibal, MO. I get there in one piece physically, but I'm not so sure mentally. I
thought that night I'd sleep my insanity away, but the next few days were just as mind boggling! My days consisted of number games (Which I still
catch myself doing) and signs... Dear God the signs! My lucky number has always been eight. Eight letters in my first name and eight in my last,
also eight represents infinity. Larry's were 66. Everything equaled 66... I felt as if I was living in some sort of realm in which I was being
trained, pff... more like brain washed! I wanted to be alone but I felt as if every where I went I was being watched. Larry told me I had to
completely trust him and tell him everything if I wanted 'this' to work. This being me and him partners in sales. At the beginning I did trust
him. I told him my schizophrenic theory of people following me and the shadow person on my car. As just about anyone in there right mind would tell a
stranger with these assumptions to "get help", he did the opposite. He told me to see the positive out of it, and that its great I'm so in tune
with (whatever he called all of this) Oh... And when he talked to me, he constantly looked off as if he was gathering what to say from something in
the distance. I've breifly summed up this experience to someone who I again feel as if has a roll in everything. Constantly changing the subject
and telling me to quit looking into things so deeply. He said "No, your not crazy, but put it all behind you"
Aside from all of that craziness can anyone explain why I feel as if the stormy weather has been following me?
I just want to understand... Never in my life have I ever experienced anything like what I have in the past week
