This happened about 5 years ago.
When I was 16-17, I was not the "best" kid. We drank alot of smoked alot of weed. I was living on my own at the time, and partying everyday. (This is important because I think that my lifestyle at the time has something to do with my experience).
One night, my friend and I pulled up to the local gas station in our home town to pick up some mix. Tracy jumped out of the car and went into the store to get what we needed for our night, and quickly returned bearing a bag of goodies. She gets into the car, shuts the door, and flips down the visor to check her make-up or something. I start to driving out of the parking lot, and all of a sudden Tracy starts screaming. I slam on the breaks, thinking I hit someone or something like that and Tracy starts yelling "there's someone in the back of your car!!!!!" I turned around and saw nothing, but I was still totally freaked out. Tracy is a big, tough girl and doesn't get scared about anything. I throw the vehicle in drive and high-tailed it to her house. We jumped out of the vehicle, ran into her house, and straight into her bedroom. As we calmed down, Tracy explained what she had saw. She said there was a man in the backseat with white hair (buzzed like in the army), pale, wearing what she would assume was a trench coat, but she could only see from about mid-bicep up. She said the worse thing about it was his eyes. She said they were large, round, black and hollow. She said that the way he was looking at her made her feel like he was completely evil. Anyways, we're totally freaked out and the worst part for me was I had to get back in the car, by MYSELF.
After awhile I mustered up the courage to drive home (which was only 4 blocks away from Tracy's, but felt like miles).
Later that night, after I had calmed down alittle, I decided to go sleep it off. I picked up my puppy, Duke, and went to my bedroom. I turned off all the lights and climbed into bed, plopping Duke on the foot of the bed. (Duke always slept by my head.) I'm laying in bed , and all of a sudden I felt something sit right by my feet. Assuming it was the dog, I said "Duke, come up here boy". Nothing, he didn't move. Getting frustrated because I couldn't move my feet (you know when someone sits on the covers and you cant move, I hate that), I raised my voice and yelled again "Duke, get up here!!!" and went to hit the pillow beside me, but hit the dog instead. If Duke was there, what the hell was at the bottom of my bed. I jumped out of bed and drove to my parents. Needless to say that was the last time I slept in that house.
After that incident I really calmed down and stopped partying and stuff so much, and I haven't had any crazy encounters with the army looking dude again, although I do feel him around every once and awhile. The weird thing about it is, although I was creeped out, I didn't feel like this guy wanted to hurt me like Tracy felt. I felt more like he was just watching, observing.
So here's my theory.
Tracy was a bad influence. Maybe this guy was trying to warn me or scare her off because after all this scary stuff happened, Tracy started doing some pretty bad stuff and we stopped hanging out.
Anyone have any theories about that night? Anyone know what I would still feel him watching me every once and awhile? Its not that kind of paranoid "somethings lurking in the shadows" feeling, its more the hairs stand up on the back of my neck and I automatically think of that guy.
Any comments would be great!!!
