“In my 20’s I used to see a man. He was always in my peripheral and never in direct line of sight. I’d see him at work or at the store while buying groceries, always public places. Every time I’d try to look at him he’d disappear. This went on for many years to the point where I just ignored him being there. I never felt like he was bad/evil. He’d just stand there looking at me.

Finally one day I was at home getting something out of my car and I caught a glimpse of him standing in the street I front of my house. I kept him in my peripheral and I remember saying “I don’t know what you want, but you’re not welcome here”. He was gone and I’ve only seen him maybe twice since. I’m 43 now and this freaks me out typing this.”