I have been wanting to share this story with your site for a few weeks. A few weeks ago, I was walking down my street to get my car out of the garage. I was walking along and noticed a homeless man sitting on a bench-like thing outside the garage. I had never seen him before as he wasn’t a regular on that block. There are few homeless people in my area—so he was very noticeable. As I passed he looked up and me and caught my eyes.
“Please spare some change. Anything you can spare will help me.” I was thinking about offering him some change, but then realized that all I had was some change buried in my handbag somewhere. I kept walking, pretending not to hear the man. I felt a pang of remorse as I passed him, but continued. He continued to beg, and then as I sauntered away from him, he said, “Please spare some change. Please Michaela.”
I turned around as most people would hearing their name called and I was met with this homeless man’s strange, sinister stare. I was shocked that the man knew my name, being that I was not wearing anything that would identify me, and I had never met him before. There was no logical explanation for him knowing that.
When I looked back at him, his eyes were black, bottomless and almost hypnotic. There was absolutely no white in his eyes. His stare was truly frightening. It was evil, but it was powerful and I felt as though I had hands running up and down my back. I truly felt that that was not a person. It was a creature—and it knew everything about me.
It continued to stare at me and he stopped begging as other people passed by as I started walking looking at him out of the corner of my eye. I was so unbelievably frightened and speechless. I have no idea what it was or who it was, and why it called my name. I have never seen that man again on the street, and I don’t ever want to.
Submitted by Michaela Jackson
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