posted on Jan, 25 2014 @ 09:19 PM
One of my jobs that I have while putting myself through college (21 year-old male here) is working as a cashier at Publix Supermarkets here in
Florida. Usually, I work the evening shifts and end up getting off work around 11pm. Since I don't have a car (it died several months ago), I ride
my bicycle to and from work. So, every night, I bike home along the sidewalk to my house from 11:00-11:30pm. It's a pretty well-lit area with
plenty of street lights, so I generally feel pretty safe.
Last night I got off work at the usual time, and began my ride home. It was pretty cold out, but I had my jacket around me tightly and my helmet was
doing an okay job at keeping my head warm. I took the usual path home, sticking to the sidewalks that keep me on the well-lit part of the path.
About half-way home, I saw a tall man, about 6'2", step out of the shadows behind a tree and into the sidewalk. Immediately, upon seeing him, I
felt a strong sense of disgust towards him; I have no idea why, I'm generally pretty friendly towards strangers. He was wearing a black trench coat
and had a long, dirty-blonde ponytail. I barely had time to react, but I tried to swerve around him. At this point, he side-stepped in front of me,
putting his hands on my handle bars and forcing me to stop.
Now, since we're directly behind a streetlight (which causes the light to hit him in the face perfectly, leaving no shadows), I'm able to make out
what he looks like: tall, mid-40's, dirty hair, super-red face (as if he had been badly sunburned), pitch-black eyes.
His eyes were so incredibly black. I could see a tiny bit of white rimming the side, I think. But mostly, it was the darkest black I had ever seen.
I was terrified when I saw his eyes, I for some reason just hated them. With his hands on my handle bars, he leans in and growls at me. He flashed
me a huge, menacing grin accompanied with a deep growl that seemed like he was trying to hurt me through sound alone.
Before I knew what I was doing, I had already instinctively reacted. I scowled at him, lifting my upper-lip in disgust and protruding my bottom lip.
I then let out a low, and quiet, "growl" of my own. He immediately let go of my bike and stepped aside; not as if he was scared, but more as if he
lost interest. With a kick off the ground, I went forward again and sped away. I kept looking over my shoulder to find him again, but he was totally
gone from sight.
What's most alarming to me is not the fact that I saw what could possibly be a "BEK" or "Black Eyed Person" that I've read about on here, but
how I reacted.
I didn't even have time to think. Everything about him I instinctively hated and was disgusted by. I had only realized I was growling and
scowling after I had already peddled past him a few feet. It was as if an animalistic, primitive side to me reacted before I could consciously
comprehend what was happening or what I was seeing. In some way, I hated him the second I saw him, like I knew who and what he was.
What happened? Who was that, and why did I react that way? Does anyone have a similar experience? I didn't see him tonight, although I did get off
a couple hours earlier than usual.
What was that?