Oh good lord, this day has taken a turn for the worse…
I was adressed by a man in the train today, on my way home from work. He was from Ukraine, I believe (at least he said so according to what I could understand), and I guess he needed something (probably money🤷🏻♀️). I tried to ignore him first, to signal that I‘m not interested and can‘t help. He kept talking to me in ukrainian, even touching my arm (twice!) when he realized that I wasn‘t listening. Somewhere in between, he reached into the pocket of his jacket, taking out his glasses and putting them on (only later I realized he could‘ve taken out a knife, which kinda is a scary thought…).
After he touched me for the second time, I said as loudly as I managed (I‘m not the most confident person, so that‘s not easy for me) : Don‘t touch me. I can‘t help you, I‘m sorry.
And then I walked away into a different train wagon. I think I’ve never trembled so hard ever before, almost tripping over my feet when I got into the other wagon. About ten minutes before arrival, I heard him again, bothering other people in the wagon. My heart started jumping out of my chest, and I was considering what to do should he come closer and recognize me… Luckily, we arrived before anything happened again and I sprinted out of the train as fast as possible.
My mom picked me up from the station, so I‘m safely home now. But I‘m still shaken up because of that.
Thank you for putting up with this ramble of mine, I needed to get this out.
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So for some reason, earlier this morning, I was reminded of my very first encounter with a fortune teller.
So hear me out.
My friends and I were kind of rolling about in the car one day and we see this sign for fortune telling outside of this house that looks like a little mini White House, like the one in the U.S. Anyways, we come up to the house, park out front in this little loop around driveway, and a weird question pops into our minds…
“Do we just knock orrr…?”
We had no idea. Especially because this looked to be like someone’s house rather than a proper public space. And this place was directly on a busy street surrounded by actual other facilities such as gas stations, eateries, etc. This house certainly stood out from everything else on this wide open, busy street.
I knocked anyway… just in case.
Now you might call me crazy when you hear this next bit, buuuuut... This place… I kid you not, it practically sparkled. It was white with very few, but pretty plants around the front and was absolutely serene. But the second you approach the door, which was beneath a front porch awning of sorts, the vibe changes. It didn’t feel… welcoming. It actually felt ominous- like straight out of an anime or something.
The door has one of those metal bar outer doors, painted a pretty white to match the rest of the house. A woman answers at the door, and the door creaks open loudly, but not slowly or creepily. Just… very noisily opens. When I get a look at this woman… god, she was incredibly intimidating! She looked every bit the part of a historical, stereotypical witch! Seriously, the facial structure of the woman was sort of broadened, and she was thin, and looked to be somewhere in her fifties or sixties. Her modern clothing didn’t seem to suit her at all and she was very… unwelcoming. She had a frown on her face that simply oozed unpleasantness.
Regardless of the intimidation I felt from the woman and the weird, scary vibes I was feeling from the front door, I smiled and asked how much it would be for a reading and if she’d accept card.
When she responded, she said cash only and $40 USD a reading.
She said this with such a straight face and a monotonous tone… I wanted to run right then and there. It felt like she was incredibly blank with emotion. My response was just “Okay, I’ll be back then!” Because, of course, I didn’t have cash on me.
We turned around and I very quickly got back into my car. The lady watched us drive off before she went back inside her home, er, whatever this place was.
I didn’t go back.
And for some reason I thought of her today. Is it safe to say I’m low key freaked out with all of these weird, conflicting vibes? I never went back because of the feelings I felt. It felt like I couldn’t leave fast enough. Like it was a mistake just to be on that porch.
I also feel like somewhat of a scaredy cat. And thinking back on it, I sort of laugh at myself. It was such a short experience- maybe the lady was having an off day. Maybe I just showed up at a bad time. All I know… is that I feel absolutely silly for letting it all get to me. I definitely should’ve gotten a reading that day. 🤣
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excuse me but WHY AM I JUST NOW FINDING OUT ABOUT FACELESS WANDERER CREEPYPASTA⁉️
i stumbled across this and it’s so fucking eerie i love it hehehe. i was excited to find a small c.ai bot and i opened it up and all he said was “…”
i was just staring at him and he was staring through me...😰
don’t tell me i’m the only one who had a creepypasta phase lol. it would be so fun to create hcs for faceless wanderer (or maybe we can give him a more suitable name)!!
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