posted on Jun, 23 2013 @ 08:39 AM
Once when I was a teenager I decided (foolishly) to take a shortcut through the neighborhood "woods" from a shopping center to my home. It was
mid-afternoon in summer, bright and sunny. I stepped into the woods, went in just a bit, and a man all dressed in way too warm clothing, a hat and a
gun in his hands came out from behind a large tree trunk in the path. Could have been a fancy pellet rifle or a real gun, I don't know. I was
startled and said, oh my god, you scared me! and laughed nervously. He just said in a slow, mean voice, "you're not supposed to be here" and that
Being young and stupid and alone, I didn't know what to do or say. I was afraid to turn around, afraid to continue. I continued forward, thinking any
moment I'd get shot in the back. I felt evil from that man, just in the calm, eerie way he spoke to me.
Another time I came out of a fast food place with my then young son, probably around 6 pm in summer. I went to my car and noticed a guy next to my
car, staring at me, with a strange eerie smile, like he was almost salivating as he watched us come toward him. He was just standing around the back
of this car. Then he opened his trunk and had rope in his hands. He was just watching us with that look. I told my son to get in the backseat and lock
his door, under my breath. As I pulled out, he watched us. I had such a terrible feeling in me.
I started to drive home, and realized he was following me in his car. Dumb, I should've driven to the police station. Instead, I kept driving, and
then, when he got caught at a light, I hurried ahead, and then turned off on a sidestreet and parked up the road amongst other parked cars. I saw him
go straight and I sat there, feeling so relieved. Can't explain it, but I felt if I had gone home, he would have known where I lived. I felt my son
was at risk more than me for some reason.
Another time when I was pregnant with my first, I was standing on the corner of my sidestreet, waiting for the bus to go to work. It was spring, so it
was light outside. A car pulled up, stopped, and a guy leaned over and said, "Good morning. I can give you a lift." As insane and stupid as this
sounds, I felt almost mesmerized and the next thing I know I am sitting in the front seat of his car. I honestly don't remember getting into the car
or making a conscious choice to do so. And why would I? I'm a pregnant young woman on my way to work - not someone who gets in strangers' cars.
Didn't make sense to me. But when I "awoke" in the front seat of the car, I was screaming in my head, "Oh god, what am I doing here?" I knew I
was going to die if I didn't get out of that car. I tried to remain calm, make small talk, chit chat. He had a strange, sick smile on his face. I
didn't want him to know where I worked, so I told him I just needed to get dropped off at a place I could catch my second bus. I talked about having
a baby, as I had the feeling he may not have noticed that I was pregnant (I was probably 7 months along, but very "small"). He seemed to get annoyed
with me, scowled, and was eager to drop me off anywhere. I got out, and when I stepped onto the sidewalk, I felt like "me" again -- as if I had been
"freed" from something so evil. I truly feel til this day that I escaped death.
At a metaphysical monthly program at a local library, one of the regulars was a man and his very odd girlfriend. We did some exercise where we looked
into each others eyes in silence, honoring the light within them. When I had to do this with this man, I felt ice inside me from him. Darkness. Evil.
I felt like I was looking at a serial killer. I was so upset from this experience that I never went back to future programs. Being more of an
"empath" -- I've felt darkness, confusion, anger, etc. from people before, but nothing like this.
You might say I just was in some odd situations and projected my fear. But I've had plenty of other instances in life where I've been around
unsavory men in unsafe situations. I wouldn't label those folks as "evil" -- just mean, bullies, or just bad people. Evil is something else.