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Originally posted by Iwinder
reply to post by sylvie
Thanks for your great addition to the thread, your story was too long to quote but never mind that it was fantastic.
Regards, Iwinder
Originally posted by mr-lizard
Edit: I never touched a drop of the drink he bought me.
Originally posted by PurpleChiten
This has made me think a little. There are even people online that give me a strange feeling of them being "evil" just by the way they post. ...not anybody here, just ran across one earlier and proceeded to avoid them. I guess anytime there is "communication" whether it be a conversation, just physical proximity or even a posting on a message board, we are attuned to notice it and to know to put as much distance as possible betwee ourselves and that person.
Originally posted by mr-lizard
Ok here's a confession.
When I was about 12 years old (and a shy, quiet, nerdy kid), I came into contact with a possible paedophile and abuser.
To cut a long story short I was walking home from a friend's house and was approached by a thirty odd year old, handsome, well dressed, innocent looking guy (nothing like the stereotype, this guy just looked.... normal) and he asked for directions to a bowling alley (which was on my way home).
I gave him the directions and thought nothing of it. Then he asked me if I was walking that way and asked if it was cool if he could walk with me?
Then I looked in his eyes and found something about him was very off and disconcerting. Something distant yet also threatening and edgy yet not with any obvious malicious intent, more like an accidental glimpse at something that lay rooted inside him. Unfortunately, I was very young and stupid and scared and stupidly accepted his offer to walk with me.
Then he offered to give me some free vouchers if I'd come and drink some coca cola with him (hideously stupid I know) and yet I agreed (through fear) and went inside the bowling alley and he went and bought me a drink from the bar. As I was sat at the table, a million thoughts ran through my head - I'd heard of these people before, child abusers and creeps and it slowly dawned on me what was happening. I was being groomed.
Anyway, as he was at the bar, I decided I would plan an escape, but he kept STARING back at me from the bar as he queued up to get me a drink and to be absolutely honest with you, I felt like stone, rooted to the spot, unable to even think properly. I could have easily ran away, he was more than twenty feet away, i could have gone to the staff and said something or ran and hid outside or anything else. But I didn't.
I allowed him to come back with a glass of coke and he put it in front of me and started asking me questions. Where do I live? Am I still at school? What was my favourite subject?
The he asked me If I wanted to meet him next weekend and 'show him around town'. This broke the spell a little, as I used it as an excuse to leave. I told him yes I would happily show him around town next week, no problem. But I couldn't stay here and I needed to go.
His eyes changed. He stared at me. Looking through me.
And some little tiny bit of strength forced me to leave my chair and thank him for the drink and walk away. He followed me and asked me where I would like to meet him next week? I told him I would meet him outside the town hall and that I promised to go there.
He offered me ten pounds 'for the bus' and told me he'd treat me to some things when I met him next weekend. I refused the money and walked away from him as fast as I could. He followed me for a good twenty seconds until I went onto the main road and RAN around the corner, bursting into tears and adrenaline and shock and FLED home and did not leave my house for two days.
So yes, OP, I know how it feels. Your case is different to mine in the sense that I was a child confronted by an adult - yet the horror/ creepiness and feelings are probably the same.
I grew up that day.
Edit: I never touched a drop of the drink he bought me.
edit on 16-10-2012 by mr-lizard because: (no reason given)edit on 16-10-2012 by mr-lizard because: (no reason given)
Originally posted by Tetrarch42
reply to post by Iwinder
Well, it was an interesting story. but what's a third eye and what does it have to do with the Pineal Gland, there's a good understanding of what the Pineal Gland does, and it doesn't involve ESP.
Originally posted by Arielmoon
I love how all the big tuffies say they would have confronted the guy. They are the type that die first. Follow your instinct, that's why you have one.