This happened to me when I was around nine or ten years old. This would have been in the middle 1960s. At that time, my parents would take us about once or twice a season to the department store at the closest city to our rural home for clothing or whatever. Usually, the last thing my parents did was to have my brother and myself visit the men's room since the drive was fairly long. They waited outside as my brother and myself went into the small men's room. My brother went directly for the toilet and shut the door. I stopped and waited for a tall young blond man finished at the urinal.
My brother, disgusting heathen that most younsters seem to be, finished and went back out the door. For some reason, I waited. I'm not sure why. The man finished, went to the sink, washed up, glancing at me a few times. I felt the hair raise on my neck. He went to the door, opened it. I felt myself holding my breath in anxiety. He went out, then stopped and stuck his head back in.
"I'll see you again. Ok?"
I said nothing. He smiled at me and said, "I said I'll see you again, OK?"
I nodded. He disappeared out the door.
I did my business quickly, and for some reason I don't understand, was thoroughly spooked.
When I went out the door I asked my parents who were waiting for me impatiently if they saw that guy that just went out the door. They said no, that only my brother had come out. I protested, asking my brother if he found that guy as creepy as me, the one at the urinal. He scoffed, "What do you mean? There was no one in there, you jerk!"
I still consider this as one of the instances in my life that got me interested in fortean events. Anyone else? What was the instance that got you interested in the fortean?
My brother, disgusting heathen that most younsters seem to be, finished and went back out the door. For some reason, I waited. I'm not sure why. The man finished, went to the sink, washed up, glancing at me a few times. I felt the hair raise on my neck. He went to the door, opened it. I felt myself holding my breath in anxiety. He went out, then stopped and stuck his head back in.
"I'll see you again. Ok?"
I said nothing. He smiled at me and said, "I said I'll see you again, OK?"
I nodded. He disappeared out the door.
I did my business quickly, and for some reason I don't understand, was thoroughly spooked.
When I went out the door I asked my parents who were waiting for me impatiently if they saw that guy that just went out the door. They said no, that only my brother had come out. I protested, asking my brother if he found that guy as creepy as me, the one at the urinal. He scoffed, "What do you mean? There was no one in there, you jerk!"
I still consider this as one of the instances in my life that got me interested in fortean events. Anyone else? What was the instance that got you interested in the fortean?