Close Encounters of the Scariest Kind

Today I had a rather terrifying experience, of which the effects have not completely worn off. I had meant for my next blog post to be a happier one, but unfortunately, the words for a happy tale are simply not there.

Now, I suppose to start I should say I'm a fairly young teenager, and apparently to the rest of the world I don't look it. I'm blonde, tall, and as crazy as they come, with blue-ish eyes and dark eyebrows.

Now on with the story.

Today, my brother was getting a new pair of flip flops at a rather large mall. While he and my grandmother went into a Belks for the shoes, my two friends and I went into the Barnes and Noble to wait for them to return.

I immediately split from the group. I wanted to look for a particular book in the romance section that I had picked up the last time I was there, and headed in that direction.

However, before I could make it to the Romance section, I found myself caught in fiction.

While I stood in the row of books, I picked up a few randomly and just fished through the interesting ones. Minding my own business, lost in my world of books.

I heard a female employee coming into my row, and looked up to see her guiding a male to a certain section.

I did not like this male.

He was tall, dressed from head to toe in black clothing, and in his left hand held a black biker helmet. His face was smug, and the charisma around him was thick and dangerous.

Since he was coming through my row, I did what I would do with anyone else, stepped back to give him room to walk, and said politely "excuse me".

He looked at me from my head, drifted his eyes down me to my feet, and back up again. He gave me a smug smile, and continued down the row.

Now, I am not by any means 'flat'. I ain't outstandingly beautiful, but I ain't flat.

I'd seen that look before anyway, but it didn't send chills up my spine the way it did now. I looked in the direction he was going, and immediately turned the opposite way.

I figured it was probably some grungy guy who took up eye candy and wouldn't bother me.

I think differently now.

No matter where I walked, I kept seeing him again. He would just show up in front of me, walk past me, or take an indirect path that would get to me.

Out of fear, and lack of a plan, my immediate reaction was to hide in the open and crowded children's section.

I ran there as quietly as I possibly could, and hid for quite a few minutes. Then, I couldn't see him. I guessed the shark had let the fish slip away, and so I went to find my friends.

But the moment I exited the safety of the children's section, the shark was hungry again, and in pursuit. This time, I was deliberately followed down a row of books, and I ran towards the center of the store.

As I ran to the center, I glanced the cover of a particular book - Close Encounters of The Sexiest Kind, which, changing the word "sexiest" to "scariest" well fit my situation and added to my fear.

The middle of the store was, of course, crowded with people and gleaming with broad daylight, so for the moment I felt safe.

I made my way to the music section, because it was cut off from the actual book store. Standing in the music department, you really couldn't see the book store.

The separation and the thought of blinding my dirty shark waved a small amount of relief on me.

I stayed in the music section until I saw my friends, coming into the center of the book store, the only part I could really see well.

I ran to them, and stuck to them like glue. Not that they could save me when it really boiled down to it, but every little bit helps, and there is safety in numbers.


When I finally returned to my mother's loving arms later that evening, I melt into a puddle and cried. It was one of the scariest things I've ever been through in my entire life.

The relief of being home is washing over me as I speak. I've been gone for an entire week, up at the beach. It was a wonderful week, but now I was ready to come home- home to people who loved me and wouldn't hurt me for the world and could save me from scary people.

Alright, I'm very tired now. BLAH. Today wasn't great, tomorrow will be better, and I thank my two friends for staying with me and probably being the reason I'm alive. Love ya'll!