I was strolling down this sketchy alleyway, when out of nowhere, this raggedy guy shows up, asking for spare change. I figured, why not help out a bit? But as he got closer something about his stare gave me major goosebumps. He got really intense, mumbling about some secret he just had to reveal.
I hurriedly handed over a few bucks, tried to back off, and boom! He grabs my arm, with a bony grip. My adrenaline kicked in, and I rushed out of there. I could swear I sensed the man following me and sort of felt his presence around for several days.
Luckily never seen the man around since and hope never to. I do wonder what he might’ve said or done had I waited.
Was the man high by any chance, all odd homeless encountered i’ve had involve someone drunk who’s taken some form of substance.
Possibly, I can’t be certain.