I wrote this post back in early October but it remained in draft status until now. I’ve been reluctant to publish it because it is a very serious one – and strange as well. Although I consider myself a serious person, I have generally tried to keep my posts light and upbeat; maybe even a little silly sometimes. But, I have finally found the nerve -so here goes:
I had a terrifying experience many years ago that I’ve rarely discussed, mainly because I figured that it would be met with disbelief or laughed at.
I was clerking in a store, alone, in mid-afternoon, when a man entered . At the very moment he came through the door it felt like the temperature in the store had dropped twenty degrees, and yet, though suddenly chilled, I began to sweat profusely. I could feel it running down my back as well as down my sides from my underarms. Beads of sweat also broke out on my forehead and on my upper lip. I had the feeling that all the hairs on my body were standing up straight, although they obviously weren’t. I got shaky inside and felt a fear, such as I’ve never felt before or since.
It didn’t occur to me that I was in any physical danger or that I might be robbed. There was nothing overtly threatening about the man. He appeared to be in his mid-thirties. He had close cropped black hair and was quite handsome, in that there was a perfection of his facial features, not in the sense of Hollywood handsome. He wore an expensive tailored dark suit, white dress shirt with gold cuff links, and a dark tie with a Windsor knot and gold tie pin. His black dress shoes had a perfect shine.
It is amazing that after all these years I can still vividly recall his features. He was not a large man – more the size of a middleweight boxer, about 5 foot 8 and maybe slightly less than 160 pounds. I got the sense, though, just by the way he carried himself that he was in excellent shape and strong – that he could really hurt you if he was so inclined.
He went directly to the magazine rack, and after looking at a few he selected one and brought it to the counter. My hands were shaking as I rang up the sale, gave him his change and put the magazine in a paper bag. Neither of us spoke. I couldn’t have if I’d wanted to. Then he turned and left.
The moment he was out the door everything returned to normal, and I was left wondering what had just happened. It was like a supernatural experience. It made absolutely no sense – – A well dressed man walked into the store, purchased a magazine and left – and I had felt a terror so great that I can’t even describe. And it still shakes me up when I think about it, even today, so many years later.
The only rational explanation I can come up with is that that man was putting out vibes that I was sensitive to, and those vibes were so far from “good” that they absolutely terrified me. Sometimes I think that for those few moments I was in the presence of absolute evil. And I consider that if it were possible that there were such a thing as absolute evil, would it be unreasonable to think that the absolute opposite exists – something we might call God?
Well, that’s it. Now you can probably understand why I was reluctant to publish.