Reblogged from Max Power:
Very little creeps me out. I’m good at writing stories to creep others out so maybe my imagination has already gone there. Either way if a book or movie gives me the heebie-jeebies then it has to be good. People I meet can sometimes creep me out of course. On more than one occasion, I have been uncomfortable with the actions or comments of another, certainly enough to warrant me saying that they had creeped me out. For the most part it was a small thing but on one occasion…
A total stranger spoke to me as I disembarked from a train journey in Dublin. I was on crutches at the time and while the man had been staring at me while I was on the train, I simply assumed it was because of my cast. People on trains have a habit of staring I have found. He came up to my shoulder, leaned in a little too close to be comfortable and said,
“I feel the cold of it.”
I was in the process of swinging my hobbled leg off the train in a busy station and I hadn’t expected anyone to talk to me. It seemed such an odd thing to say in the middle of summer, that it caught me off guard and for a moment I thought I had misheard. But my focus was on getting both crutches and one good leg, off the train and onto the relative security of the platform. Once I secured myself, I shifted on my crutches so I could look at him. He was a tall thin man dressed mostly in black with a long overcoat and unusually he wore a brown fedora. There was nothing really wrong but something was just not right about him. His face wore the life he had lived and I knew it had been hard, but he was clean and fresh looking, this was no vagrant tapping me up for money and his shoes shone like a sergeant major’s.
“I know you’ve seen him.”
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