Originally posted by INQUISITION11
I read a whole bunch of accounts very similar to yours in nexus magazine that really creeped me out.From the strange accents, creepy smiles and the
desire to be invited into the house (or car) most acounts agreed on these things.The people also agreed on a feeling of dread and foreboding while
talking to the kids also.There were various explanations from drugs to people with fake contacts to demons.Sounds like a classic bek encounter.
Oh, wow! I don't know if I missed your comment when reading through the thread before, or it just didn't click at the time. It was pretty late,
and I might have missed it. In any case, the bit about cars is what caught my attention today, for a very specific reason. I hadn't heard of
before, or thought of before, an invitation needed to enter a vehicle, and it brings to mind something that I experienced more than ten years back.
At the time, I wrote this off as an attempted illegal action. Now, I am not so sure. We were living in Florida at the time, and I was out one
evening shopping at a local store. Not sure if it is significant or not, but I was pregnant at the time. Not huge yet, but enough that anyone paying
attention would have noticed. When I went into the store, I noticed a couple of girls at the payphone. Approximate age, around 12-14. For some
reason, they seemed a little distressed. I finished my shopping, and when I came back out, a bit of time later, they were still at the phone. I am
pretty sure they noticed me checking out the situation, and they seemed a bit more distressed. So, being in "Mom" mode, I asked if everything was
alright. This was a pretty busy location, and I didn't feel any threat from them. For the record, both girls were caucasian, and neither was
carrying any sort of shopping bag or purse, that I can recall.
They stated that they were stranded. The story was that they had gone shopping with, I think, an older sister and a friend, and somehow got
separated, and then the car wasn't where it should be, and they were sure the people they had come with had left. This did seem a bit off to me,
though I could not put my finger on why. I finally just wrote it off, deciding that some irresponsible teen might have, in fact, left them there.
Supposedly, they also could not reach anyone to come get them, though I was fairly certain they were talking to someone on the phone when I entered
the store. However, I thought it possible that whoever they were speaking to didn't have a car. Well, after a little discussion, I decided to give
them a lift. Yeah, yeah, I know, NOT the wisest move for many reasons, but pregnant brain functions differently. Well, off we went, and as we drove,
I realized that they had been a bit less than honest about how far it was. The road they mentioned was correct, but how far down the road their
destination was wasn't stated honestly. It became a rather long drive.
Finally, though, we reached the location. Allow me to describe this area. The place was a trailer park, set down from the road a bit, on a slope.
There were two driveways in, and the road made a sort of loop from one entrance to the other. The place wasn't too big, so that was clear from the
start. I entered the loop on the right, and the girls were directing where to go to drop them off. As we drove down the hill towards the bottom of
the "U", we passed a couple of elderly-looking black men, carrying paper-bag-covered bottles. They seemed, for some reason, a little hostile
towards my vehicle. The girls, though, shrugged it off. Well, on the other leg of the drive, near the bottom, I dropped off the girls, and watched
as the entered one of the trailers. Then I proceeded on up the road towards the exit. It was right about ten p.m. then, and as I reached the exit, a
man was there, and was closing the gate. I thought the timing was a bit rude, as he could have allowed me to exit, but figured the time could mean
they always closed one entrance, so I didn't think too much of it, Turned the car around, and headed back down the slope to go back around to the
other exit. That was when things got interesting.
Suddenly, there was a decent-sized group of guys around, that I did NOT see when going up the drive. I saw the two elderly men again, but no others.
Now, though, there were several more. They moved to block my vehicle. Not the smartest move, since I was driving a pretty heavy Cadillac at the
time, older model, and was more than willing to run someone over if need be. However, I waited to see what would happen. A younger-looking hispanic
guy (maybe early 20's, tops) came to the side window, and stated they would like to talk to me. Now, not being utterly naive, there was no way I was
opening the window past a crack, or opening the door. Yes, the doors were locked. Well, I told him I could hear him fine, and asked what the deal
was. Yet he never would say, just kept insisting that I exit the car. While this was happening, another fellow, taller, slim but muscular build,
with somewhat shaggy blond hair, shoulder-length, got in front of the car and actually sat ON the end of the hood. He seemed like he might be drunk.
The rest of the crowd just hung back, waiting to see what would happen. Two odd things: the group was very racially diverse, for any sort of gang,
and with the numbers, could have easily broken a window, etc., but they never tried.
After some bickering back and forth, and several shouts to the fellow in front to get the *bleep* off my car, I decided enough was enough. I moved
the car forward somewhat suddenly,t hen stopped as suddenly, causing the guy on the hood to fall off, and out of sight. Then, I deliberately rolled
forward, and watched (with a little amusement) as he scrambled out of the way. Once he was clear (and no others had EVER come in front of the car, or
to another window), I raced as quickly as possible to the other exit. As I was nearing it, just before I did actually exit to the street, from the
left came this very angry woman, looking like some (excuse the term, please) biker-type, heavy-set, blonde, and clearly enraged that I was leaving.
Mind you, she came from the trailer nearest the exit, a little distance from all the drama, so how she was aware of what was happening, i would love
I got some distance away, calmed down, and debated calling the police. Didn't have a cell phone at the time. Finally, I figured the cops could not
do much, since no actual crime occurred past temporarily blocking the car in, and also thinking that a police report would make it possible for them
to learn my name, I simply drove home. The strangest thing was that, though I know their intentions were NOT good, I didn't ever feel actually
afraid, more angry than anything. I have always thought it odd that this was such a diverse group, in age, ethnicity, etc., and that no one ever
tried to force entry into the car. Now, I can't help but wonder if maybe they could NOT enter the car uninvited. Sitting here now wondering what
the heck I drove into that night?? Vampires? What? I am not one to look for that sort of explanation in general, but this was a weird night.
Why didn't they try and break a window? There were more than enough people, and it would have made leaving a bit harder, though I WOULD have run
down any in the way had it come to that. Your post has got me wondering. Thoughts, anyone???
Oh, just to clear things, didn't notice much about eyes. The girls' eyes seemed normal and the one guy by the window did have dark eyes, but that
would be expected. Don't recall anyone else specifically, but had anything been weird about their eyes, I am sure I would remember.
Do these BEK ever act as bait? The girls WERE odd, at least insofar as they were willing to accept a ride with a complete stranger. That age, these
days, seems unlikely.