This blog is due to a tweet that had a dear friend concerned. It is something that happened to me years ago. And when I say years ago, I mean when I was 14. I’m thirty – *muffles under breath* years old now and it’s something that I can never forget.
I went to a high school dance with a friend and her brother dropped me off to my house. He pulled into the gas station on the opposite side of my house and drove off. I looked both ways first, even though this is out in the country really, I didn’t grow up in the city. But it was always a habit of mine.
Anyway, I looked down the road – nothing, then I looked – still nothing. So I continued on to cross over. But just as soon as my foot hit the road, this car came out of nowhere and hit me. I hit off the hood and went up over the car, landing facing the back.
I guess the driver thought that he had killed me, cause he drove off. But not before I looked up and seen t eh license plate – SIN 666. No joke, that was the plate ID.
I just stayed on the ground, until the car was gone. The type of car was one of those old 80’s station wagons with the silver bar on the roof. So with the car now gone, I knew what the car looked like, and the plate number, I collapsed.
But you would think that would be it. It’s just a dream,, right? That’s what I thought until about 2 weeks later I was sitting in an arm chair in front of our living room window, watching some TV when I happen to look out and seen this car drive up the road. But as soon as the front bumper got to where our driveway began, it slowed right down, like a crawl.
Then I noticed the type of car it was. The same kind from my dream – station wagon. Now, where it was dark, I couldn’t seen the plate number so I figured, “it’s nothing.”
Until reality hit again…
One day mom and I decided to go shopping, so we headed off. Once there, and she found a parking place, I noticed a few feet away in another spot in the lot a station wagon. And wouldn’t you know it, it had the chrome bars on the roof. Thought to self, *ok, there’s lots of cars made like that, no big deal*. That was until I seen the license plate number – SIN 666.
I looked around the lot wondering if someone was watching me. Too scared to tell mom, so didn’t say a word. The shopping mom and I done that day helped somewhat to forget what I just seen. So when we got home that day, I vowed to not leave the house on weekends, and especially when any school was having a dance. I would NOT be going.
I done that for a few weeks until mom asked me to walk to the store for her – at night. I told her, “not on your life.” She didn’t understand why I wouldn’t, so I had to tell her. Not sure what she thought, so not tempting anything, she went. LOL
Would be interesting if any of you reading this has ever had this kind of experience before. Let me know if you did.
Until next time, XO