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11/01/11(Tue)00:27 No.16803141>>16802990 And so this is the important part, or maybe the beginning, or maybe the beginning of the important part. I don't know. Here's what happened. I turn to go and I get bowled over.
It's not a very good description, but it happened very fast and there wasn't a lot of it. There was no dramatic "and I saw the car as it turned the corner, too close to stop, too close for me to escape", mostly because it wasn't a car. It was something human-shaped, or humanoid-shaped, or whatever shape it was, and it bowled me over. I didn't hit my head, but I skinned my elbows pretty bad. I put them in hydrogen peroxide, or the other way around, and also soap, but that was after I got home, after I walked. The corner store was close enough. It wouldn't make sense to drive to a corner store just to loiter there, I don't think.
So something says "sorry", or maybe squeaks "sorry", or maybe just squeaks, and then flaps off into the night, right into the sky. I feel wings, and I see wings, and it's flying, so I think "harpy, maybe". And then I don't think about it at all. It's over. I got bumped into, and that's where it ends. I'm not expecting to see whoever I didn't see then again, at least not in any significant way.
One or two weeks later, or three weeks later, I'm walking home from the grocery store and there are eyes on my neck.
I don't like paranoia. I might have tried to be paranoid, once, when I was younger, but I couldn't keep it up. It took too much energy, and I didn't get very much in return. So I don't think it was paranoia, and I didn't think it was paranoia, so I looked behind me. Nothing. Just the rustling of trees and a couple of birds flying around. That's fine. That was fine. |