posted on Oct, 15 2012 @ 02:42 PM
I'm surprised there seems to be such skepticism over your experience - I kind of thought everyone had, at some point or another, experienced this
"bad vibe" situation - in fact, I've seen a lot of "advice from police" articles on how to avoid becoming a victim, and they nearly always
recommend "Trust your instincts." IMO, hundreds of thousands of years of evolution has imprinted our brains with certain instincts - instincts we
often rationalize away - I can't believe I'm the only one where, after something bad has happened, can recall feelings of warning that we
Anyway, a recent similar situation - my daughter and I were shopping at a grocery store and while checking out, noticed out of the corner of my eye
this rather large, somewhat fat young man - wasn't looking at us, didn't look threatening or even remarkable at all, just some guy a couple of lines
over, kinda slovenly and harmless, standing in line. Yet I recall a clear sense of "Let's hurry up and get out of here" - which I did.
Out in the parking lot, walking to the car with our shopping basket, my daughter asked rather urgently "Did you see that guy?!" Pretending I
hadn't, I just said "What guy?" as I opened the trunk of my car.
All of a sudden, I was staggered by a surge of adrenaline, my hairs stood on end, and I had the clearest feeling that someone was about to hit me in
the back of my head - I flinched as I could almost feel the back of my skull being crushed. I remember thinking that if I didn't move, *now*, I was
going to be in a lot of trouble - maybe even dead. I looked over my shoulder to see what was going on, and about 30 feet away and hurrying directly
towards me was that guy - all 300+ pounds of him - and now I could see his face, and "harmless" was the last word I'd use to describe the scowl on
his face and his weirdly shining eyes.
I decided I'd rather put my groceries in the far passenger side, and put the car and the cart between us and the approaching guy. My daughter and I
both watched him walk by, pretending not to, but standing back, while he looked at us from the corner of *his* eye as he passed.
Nothing happened - and we got in my car, and my daughter immediately said "What the eff was *that*? There was something really wrong with that
guy", and I told her "I know, I felt it too", and explained the sense I had that I was about to be attacked from behind, and why I'd moved. She
went on to describe her sense of insane violence she'd felt coming from him, even in the store.
I mention that because two people felt it; it wasn't just me. Both of our instincts might well have been misfiring, and it was all an innocent
misunderstanding on our parts. But it sure didn't feel that way ...