"Even as an adult thirty years later, I still occasionally dream about this man. In the dreams, he is simply a slinking, ink-black demon in a vaguely humanoid shape."
I received the following account:
"I was 16 and at the Omaha, Nebraska city bus depot. I boarded the bus to go home and was kind of surprised no one else was on it. I sat down, and as I did so, one other person boarded.
This man stood out to me immediately because although he was Caucasian, everything about him was so dark. He a black hair and eyes, and very deeply tanned skin. I felt uncomfortable about him once our eyes met. I felt silly thinking so, but even his aura, I guess, seemed so dark and humorless. He creeped me out.
I broke eye contact, but he never looked away from me. I was trying to appear oblivious to his staring but I was glancing around to monitor him. This man seemed entirely malevolent and calculating. I could feel it, and it made my skin crawl.
I didn't understand why the bus driver wasn't noticing it, and I didn't know how to go to him for help. Nobody else was getting on the bus at any of the stops. I really didn't know what I was going to do, because it was like this man's intentions were being broadcasted to me directly--he was going to get off at my stop and follow me, and hurt me greatly.
I was sweating and feeling sick to my stomach as my stop neared. I wasn't sure what I was going to do because this was before cell phones, and nobody was waiting for me at home.
I got off at my stop and so did the man. I walked as if still oblivious until I was sure he was following me. As soon as I rounded the first turn toward my street, I bolted. He gave chase, but I was ahead of him and had an animal panic fueling my speed.
I turned around the next corner--my street, and a few houses in, dove behind some hedges. I could now see out but was relatively certain I would not be seen. If he turned down my street, I planned to run through backyards until I found a good hiding spot or saw a neighbor. This was the time between after school and the workday ending--I didn't want to lose precious time by knocking on the doors of houses without adults in them if he got near me.
I saw the man slowing down from a run. He was looking for me. He spent a while passing back and forth, looking around and down my street. I stayed put until I hadn't seen him for a while, but not so long that perhaps he'd walked the block and might surprise me by coming upon me from the other way. I made my way to my house by walking through everyone's front lawn in case I needed to hide or use a backyard to escape.
I made it home without encountering him again.
Even as an adult thirty years later, I still occasionally dream about this man. In the dreams, he is simply a slinking, ink-black demon in a vaguely humanoid shape. And as crazy as it sounds, his presence was so starkly and plainly evil, that I almost think that that's exactly what he was.' L
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