Yes, I have sucumb to a cheesy alliteration filled title. But since it's Friday, and this is a flashback...I figured why not. Just one step closer to becoming a cheesy Mormon wife (minus the whole, wife, thing).
This post is inspired by a scary experience my sister Cindy had yesterday. Read about it here (and just read her blog. It's super cute and she's a great writer!)
And now I will tell you about the scariest thing that ever happened to me. Some people laugh when they hear it, but I assure you, it was terrifying.
Back when I was, oh, about 15 or so, I had been over at my friend Cortney's house. Since I couldn't drive, my mom came and picked me up at about midnight (what a nice mom). My dad and Michael were in Utah visiting Cindy, and meeting her then-boyfriend, AJ, for the first time. So, we were by ourselves. For some reason, I always hated when my dad left. The house always just seemed safer with him there. I think part of me was convinced "bad guys" would stay away just by the mere thought of my dad (because I'm sure that everyone was aware of when my dad was gone). Anyways, they were gone and it was just my Mom and me for the weekend.
Well, Cortney lives about one block away from me. I mean, how much can happen in a less than 2 minute drive home? Well, I found out this fateful night.
My mom had just turned off Cortney's street and was about to get to the stopsign that leads to my street. All of the sudden, we saw a man in all white clothing. White suspenders. White hat. Probably even white shoes. He had a long, grizzly, gray beard and was just sauntering on the sidewalk. I jokingly said to my mom "Haha! What if he's one of the three Nephites?!" Right as I said that, he started to walk in the street. In attempts to not hit him, my mom just stopped, hoping he would pass by on his way.
That wasn't the case.
He stopped, smack dab in front of our car, starred right at my mom and I, and made the most terrifying face I have ever seen. I'm pretty sure my heart stopped. My mom and I both screamed bloody murder as he ran towards my door. I reached over just before he got there and locked the door. Thank goodness for that. He tried to grab at the handle on my door and my mom sped off as fast as she could. Being the smart woman that she was, she drove a different way, not directly to our home, in attempts to confuse him in the case he did want to follow us.
As you might imagine, we were scared out of our wits. We called my dad. Even called the cops. They said they would "send someone by", even though I'm sure they were just thinking that we were just big chickens.
It may not sound that scary, but it really was. I was afraid to drive home every night after that. When I had to, as soon as I would get to my house, I would jump out as fast as I could and run inside to my house. Yep. Even last summer when I was living there.
I think this experience is what has made me so OCD about locking my doors. The second I get in the car, without even thinking, I lock the door immediately.
So, that was the scariest experience of my life. There are such huge weirdos out there!
(Note: I found out later this man lived in our neighborhood, and some considered him the "neighborhood drunk". I'm pretty sure he had some sort of mental problem too)
4 comments:
That's so scary! I've had scary things like that happen too. Especially in Mesa here...it's kinda ghetto (thats why we live in Gilbert haha)I always lock my doors. I'm freaked out by weirdos. Harmless or not.
ok, i don't know who would laugh at this. it's terrifying.
this isn't a personal scary story, but one of a friend that this reminded me of--he and his friends were picking someone up over at heritage pretty late in the evening. my friend was left alone sitting in the car when he saw someone come out of the bushes wearing one of those clown masks from the new batman movie. the kid was writing with red window paint on the windows nearby. this was creepy enough in the first place, but my friend began imagining how he could use it in an advertisement (being the little advertising major he is), when he looked over and the guy was standing at the opposite passenger door window. my friend was paralyzed and horrified, and couldn't manage to move as the guy opened the unlocked door and got in. the guy sat there and stared at him for a minute or so and then left.
creeeeepy.
anyway. that was too long but i thought it applied :)
also--i always run to the front door when i get out of the car late at night, creepers or not.
That is scary! I would have also freaked out! Seriously, screaming and everything!
Wow--you remembered so many details I had forgotten about! Your version actually does make me remember why it was so terrifying!!
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