MY INSTINCTS WARNING ME

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MY STORY ISN'T JUST A STORY BUT A TRUE EXPERIENCE THAT HAPPENED TO ME IN 2007 TO 2008 AROUND SUMMERTIME. MY INSTINCTS HAVE BEEN STRONG AND AT THAT TIME DIDN'T UNDERSTAND IT WAS A GREAT GIFT TO GUIDE ME. THE WAY IT ALL HAPPENED WAS STRANGE AND SCARED ME AS WELL. I HOPE YOU ENJOY MY TRUE STORY.

Submitted: July 05, 2017

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My year started with a fresh hard breakup, that lasted five years. In a two-year hell process, that wasn't easy to manage. It was very painful, but I figured to walk would help me cope with it. I'd try avoiding home, cause it'd only raise my depression and anxieties.

One day after work, after 5 pm, I went to a school track. Near the exit, I parked the car next to a green small dumpster. I wanted the car close to me, to so I wouldn't have to walk back so far.

I locked the car, and had decided to bring my MP3 along with my headsets.

There were two African-American teen girls, one bigger in weight then the other. The thin girl was running, practicing her speed while the other girl timed her. A few were there but eventually left.

Keeping counter clockwise keeping an eye on them, cause there was no way I'd be alone.I had walked three laps but then started feeling something odd. Thinking"it's just me, must be my depression trying to weaken me again." I shook it off, walked and tried enjoying music.

Another lap and Déjà vu again, (feeling chills) A truck passes on road close to me, instantly my conscious prompts; (pay attention to a truck) I said to myself, "A TRUCK!?" Why, I have to focus on a truck?

The last lap, from a distance of the track close to the bleachers, the bigger girl was yelling at me. I couldn't make out what she was saying cause of headset I had on, so I took them off and shouted, I can't hear you! I stood where I was at and waited for them to get closer to me.

As soon as they got close to me, I said to the girl, What, did you say? She said, I don't know if you noticed, but there's a light tan gold truck with headlights on just staring at us.

(IM FREAKING OUT...)

(Nervously in my mind), I responded calmly to her"what truck"?

(Pointing with eyes), she said that truck.

To right the of me, next to bleachers, the truck was there powered but couldn't see their identity, cause windows were tinted.

Staring for a moment, as I started feeling a dark energy. ("They're waiting for my isolation, not the girls.") I knew the stranger's eyes were targeting and reserving my presence.

Hushing my fear, they just stare with an innocent silence onto me, awaiting my response."They're waiting for one of us to be alone." The other girl said, "What should we do? I said, "we should go."

I took one last glance at truck before turning away, as they didn't try anything but I have feeling the person was alone or cause no one stayed alone and that's why they didn't get off truck.

The girls walked in front of me and had parked next to my car as well, which was a great thing. They didn't say anything and drove off.

As I got inside my car making sure nothing was in the back, I locked well everything and windows sealed tight up, lastly I buckle up. I powered my car on, but I didn't want to leave yet. I wanted to see from distance what they would do, knowing no one was at track anymore.

Seconds later, the driver backs the truck slowly, driving off. I knew then that damn monster was up to no good. The whole time my instincts were always talking to me trying to warn me, but I ignorantly couldn't grasp the signs.

I wasn't comfortable as I drove back home, after what happened how could I?  I still couldn't believe it, just felt thankful to be alive and safe but "what if" would cross my mind.

After that episode, after a good while passed, I did go back once or twice but with more precautions. I didn't feel anything strange and kept an eye watch for the truck or any vehicle looking suspicious but nothing.

After that, the truck never appeared again, and I decided to stop going by myself leaving it alone. I didn't feel comfortable and didn't want to risk it.

I didn't tell my parents right away, cause I didn't want to worry them. However, further in time I told them.

My dad listened but calmly said it's not really instincts but angels. I feel his right and truly there are angels around us protecting us against evil, especially if it's not our time.

The angels are our instincts, and we just got to know how to listen and learn how to follow their guidance.

Remember: never doubt your instincts, they might save your life.


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