The Creepy Encounter
I am going to tell you about a story that happened to me years ago and has changed my life and the perspective of it all drastically. The story happened around the time I was preparing myself to start my own life.
I had just graduated from High School. Not an extraordinary student in the sense of grades, but I however managed to draw some attention with my way of thinking, writing, but also appearance and choice of words. I was a peculiar child and even harder to understand as a young adult, but here and there I had some impactful moments I was praised for, but perhaps also hated for.
I may have made myself some friends as well as enemies during that time, but nothing worth mentioning, at least not in my eyes.
After I finished the last grade and got my diploma, I distanced myself from it all. I never saw that part of life again. I left behind not just the school, but my OLD self, my teachers, and my friends.
The decision was partially my own. I wanted to concentrate on building my own way with my own choices and my own personal desires.
The change brought some difficulties, but nothing I couldn’t handle. Admittedly, occasionally I found myself thinking about the good old times. I couldn’t say I missed them though. My focus was more on developing NEW good times.
So my next steps were to find myself, make a plan, and follow my goals. Together it led me to applying for college. I was struggling to find the degree I wanted, that’s why it took so long, but eventually I knew what I wanted.
Anyways, I wouldn’t tell you this story if it had all run smoothly without any complications and unpredicted stones on my way.
Unfortunately, while I was expecting it to be more complicated than it should be — kind of like always in my life — I wasn’t expecting the OTHER thing to occur literally.
What I mean by that?
Huh... after all this time, it’s still hard for me to talk about it, but I’ll try.
The things I needed to gather for the college application required me to often walk from one place to another because around that same time I needed to renew my passport, get recommendation letters from my teachers and colleagues, and get enough money to be able to pay for the application fees.
My family is quite difficult, so asking them for help was not an option.
Besides the heavy weather I always have to fight in this region, I also had to struggle through the traffic I found in the city.
My house is in a suburban area, which is not very important. However, it will help you understand why something as small and normal as a STONE could bring me to thinking.
So yes... every time I went outside, I saw a stone.
The SAME stone.
The reason I noticed it was because I have a kind of autism where I can lose myself in my thoughts, but also notice things around me that most people don’t register unless they are important.
So the first time my mind registered a stone in the middle of the road — a road made out of a path between two cornfields, separated just enough so that a human could fit through it — I simply passed by it without touching it or even properly noticing it, since I was more focused on distracting myself from the cold rain that had started seconds ago.
Another time, I was already out of the suburban area and had entered the city. Good thing was that day there wasn’t much traffic, so I was in and out of the city very fast.
I was happy.
That was until I noticed something on the side of the street.
At the bus stop.
Under the seat I had JUST been sitting on while waiting for my bus.
I entered the bus and saw it through the window.
It caused me to think for a moment.
Could it be the same stone?
Can it really be a coincidence?
I decided I was simply giving too much thought to it.
What would the same stone be doing there?
It FOLLOWED me?!
Please. Let’s not be THAT weird.
That night I took the other way through the forest because the corn maze was now occupied by farmers harvesting the corn.
I went along with my night, had dinner, and went to sleep without thinking even once about the weird encounter with the stone.
After a few days, I again needed to go to the city, this time to get a photo for my new ID.
This time I was NOT so lucky.
It was raining the whole day and a thunderstorm was approaching, so I wanted to make it quick and get home as soon as possible.
But it was just NOT meant to be that day.
The traffic was crazy and I waited HOURS for a bus to finally be empty enough for me to fit in.
One of the buses was cancelled, so I had to rely on my good old feet.
Because of the traffic, I decided to go through a then already dark alley that was narrow, but because of it also not full of people.
To be honest, when I think about it today, it was VERY stupid.
But luckily I found nobody there.
I can’t say the same for a THING though.
Because in the middle of my way I saw white stripes going across a flat surface. It looked scratched and wet on one side.
A stone the size of a hand.
IT WAS THE SAME STONE.
I couldn’t trust my eyes.
Is my mind playing tricks on me?
Am I hallucinating?
WHAT THE HELL is going on?!
I stood there shocked for maybe a few seconds, a minute max, but it felt like an eternity.
I closed my eyes and just RAN.
I have no idea why I did it back then, but I guess I just didn’t want to spend any more time near that thing and tried to ignore it by running past it.
Unfortunately...
Every time I draw the ID, I can’t help but stare at the confused face I had. But the worst part were the eyes, in which if I looked deep enough I could see nothing else but FEAR. Fear of the unknown. Fear of the paranormal.
The night I RAN home, I didn’t care about my shoes getting dirty from the wet mud. I ran across the freshly harvested cornfield while the dark space was lit up by thunder striking near my area every few seconds.
Suddenly, I fell.
My face became covered in mud from the previous descent. In front of me was a hole in the form of my face.
I stood up, wondering WHY I fell.
I didn’t slip.
My shoe soles were dirty, but there wasn’t a trace of a sudden twist.
I was looking for a reason.
Only the reason wasn’t at the place I was looking.
Because the reason was directly before me.
A very familiar figure.
My eyes tearing up from the appearance of a MONSTER visible in the pupils of my eyes. All there in its terrifying form.
It was the *** STONE.
My adrenaline rising. My heart pumping. My mind losing every battle for reason.
Thunder lit up the thing I couldn’t see when I fell.
I looked.
Feeling fear, I summoned my courage.
The second the light was gone, I picked the motherfucker up and threw it deep into the darkness, hoping to NEVER SEE IT AGAIN.
My memories black out from that point.
I have no idea how I came home through the dark, but I woke up the next morning wondering if it had all been a dream.
I laughed about the apparent nightmare and started my morning routine, only to look at the clock and see it was already afternoon.
13:06 to be exact.
I thought for a second, but decided it must have simply been a long sleep.
I went into the kitchen to prepare some food, but before I could start cooking, physical needs called.
I liked to read newspapers while sitting on the toilet, so I went to grab the newspapers the postman must have delivered by that time.
I opened my door and STOPPED.
I felt NOTHING.
I didn’t even notice the hot coffee cup I dropped on my now red foot.
I can’t know how I looked at that moment, but my guess would be like a dead man.
A man whose heart had just stopped and left him with only one stare.
Only ONE look in his eyes.
A gaze of FEAR.
Because in front of my house doors, on my “WELCOME” mat, was laying ONE thing.
The Devil in Disguise had found me.
The Stone was there.
Looking at me.
With one note under it.
“I HAVE FOUND YOU”
That experience changed my whole view on things. On life as a whole.
I was now opened to the supernatural and looked at the universe as one giant mystery.
But one thing is for sure.
We are NOT alone in the Universe.
Somebody is watching us.
Always WATCHING.
Let’s just make sure we don’t make them our enemies 😳