on sundays a few years ago i used to work as a dishwasher in a pub nextdoor to where i lived. it didnt pay much but i got a free sunday roast and was allowed to read when there was nothing to wash
occassionally when the chef was off they would have another chef come in who lived in an adjacant town. I quite liked this guy because he was not one of the ussual overly-moneyed snooties who frequented said pub and i got along quite well with him
he was very very, how shall i say it...., large and used to struggled getting about and he used to drip buckets of sweat because of his weight and the heat from the kitchen (not that he dripped the sweat into the food i hasten to add).
one day, he suggested we have a drink after work and so we sat in the beer garden in the pub chatting about this and that. with him talking about his love of the band led zepelin when something happened that made me s*&t my pants for weeks afterwards.
all of a sudden the guy blinked and his eyes went totally black. everything not just the pupils but the whites everything.
i didnt say anything and whether i protrayed any hint of shock i dont know. but i s@*t myself because at the time i was also working in a book shop and had breifly scanned over - with distain i might add - some david ike books.
the only rational explenation that i could think of was that because of his huge weight was that somehow is eyelids had got turned back to front and sagged over his eyes when he blinked because when he blinked again his eyes where back to normal.
terrified that i was going mad I (rather foolishly perhaps) decided a few weeks later to tentetivelly broach the subject as carefully as I could with the normal chef who looked at as though i was a few stiltons short of a cheeseboard.
i kind of kept my mouth shut about it after that. i mentioned it once to some girl i worked with in a bookshop during the week when we were talking about strange experiences and she didnt seem to think i was crazy but to this day ive told no one else ha ha