Written in Stone

by | Jan 25, 2019 | Story Time

First blog post, here we go.

No longer will I be the person who says, “I’ll start a blog one day…” Today is the day! I have stepped into the light to share my ideas with the world, both good and bad (hopefully more of the former).

I’m nervous, though. It’s daunting and scary to start a blog! To be open on the internet and free with thought.

I vow to be honest, daring and true to myself throughout this journey. Will you join me?

Shameless Plugs:

STORY TIME!

I am a huge fan of the True Crime genre. I devour everything true crime; television, film, podcasts, books–you name it. If it’s true crime related, I’m interested. Suffice it to say, I’ve seen/listened to enough of the genre to be forced to be extremely aware of my surroundings (and/or paranoid?).

The other day, I was getting gas around 9pm. I always check to make sure I’m not alone, and there were plenty of other cars and lights on. I turned off my car and looked to my left. I met eyes with the passenger in the opposite car. He stared at me with this strange grin, something I’ve only ever seen on TV. Usually if someone stares at me I chalk it up to being a female and walk a little faster.

This felt different from the moment we locked eyes. The man stared at me with unsmiling eyes and a grinning mouth. It was unsettling, to say the least. I looked away and reached for my purse to grab my debit card.

As I got out of my car, I noticed that this man was STILL staring and “smiling” at me. I tried so hard to look away and focus on getting gas, but I could feel his eyes on me. A few minutes into the task, the man opened his door and called out to the woman he was with (the driver of his car, who was pumping their gas).

“Are you alright? Is everything okay?” She said yes, reassuringly and he closed his door. But, not without staring at me again, from over his shoulder. He continued to try to sneak looks at me for a few painful minutes.

His companion left the pump to go inside the gas station. My mind raced. Was this man going to kidnap me and stuff me in their trunk while she wasn’t looking? Or maybe she knows how creepy he is? How could I help her if she doesn’t know? I tried to remain calm. The numbers on the pump ticked up, it felt like an eternity. Plus, I had to pee so badly. Why do I always have to pee while I’m getting gas?

Just as I was finishing at the pump, the woman returned from the gas station and crossed in front of my car to hers.

He opened his door again, “Are you alright, is everything okay?” She tried again to convince him that, yes, everything was fine. Looking back, this may have been the weirdest part of the entire encounter. What was he so worried about?

He closed the door. His eyes were burning a hole into my back as I quickly jumped into my car. I couldn’t help myself: I looked at him. I was met with the same strange unsmiling smile. Chills ran down my spine.

And then I did something stupid. I could feel the disgusted look wash over my face. He definitely saw it. I quickly looked away, my hands shook as I fumbled with the car keys through my gloves.

Please let me get out of here. Please. It’s true, there were a lot of people around, it wouldn’t be easy to kidnap someone here. But I was deeply unsettled by this man. My car started. Relief washed over. I peeled out of the gas station and onto the main road.

I looked over to the station…He was still staring at me.

Thanks for reading! Note to self: buy pepper spray.

That’s all for now!
Ilaria ♥