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 INSTINCTS WARNING ME 

A dark true story that happened to me and knew the danger before seeing it thanks to my instincts & the two girls that realized the danger close to us..Angels truly were amongst us guardian our area. 

AUTHOR: NANCY LAUREL

My summer of June/July of 2007 started with a fresh hard breakup. The relationship lasted five years, and It was a duece-year hell process that made it tough to manage. It was painful, but I figured walking would help me cope with it. For my sake avoiding home was necessary because it'd only raise my anhedonia and anxieties. 

So overwhelmed and glad work was over, after 5 pm, I went to a school racetrack. Near the exit, I parked next to a green small dumpster. I kept my red beauty close by so I wouldn't have to return so far. 

I locked my Ford Taurus and brought along my MP3 with my headsets. 

After thirty minutes, I saw two females approaching. They were African-American teens. One young lady had excessive weight, the other thin gal was practicing her running speed while the heavy girl timed her. A few people were there but soon left. 

I was afraid I'd be on my own, so I maintained a counter-clockwise direction to keep them in sight. I had walked three laps, but out of the blue, I sensed something odd. I thought to myself--it's just my depression trying to weaken me again. I shook it off, enjoying my music as I continued on. 

After another lap, Déjà vu again. Chills began as a truck drove by me. My conscious prompted me to pay attention to that truck. I said to myself, "A TRUCK!?" Why am I focusing on a truck? 

After a final lap, I noticed the heavier teen yelling at me from the bleachers 
but the distence between us and the music from my headset made it hard to hear her. After turning off the music, I shouted: I can't hear you!" I stood where I was and waited for them come closer. 

Once they got near me, I uttered, "what, did you say?" She replied, "I don't know if you noticed, but there's a light tan gold truck with headlights on just watching us." 

Now I was freaking out and nervous out of my mind wondering, could it be a coincidence? I reacted calmly and responded, "what truck"? (Pointing with eyes) she stated, that truck. 

To the right of me, beside the grandstands, the stalker was there with the vehicle powered on but I was unable to see their identity due to tinted windows. 

I was hypnotized for a moment as I felt a dark energy emerge. I felt like they were waiting for my isolation, not the girls. I knew without a doubt the stranger's eyes targeted me and no one else. 

Hushing my fear, they stared with an innocent silence onto me, awaiting my response. "They're waiting for one of us to be alone," the thinner minor said. "What should we do?" I answered "we should go." 

Taking a last glance at the enemy before turning away, they showed no action. But my sensations were saying...the person was alone. No one stayed behind and that's the reason he or she wouldn't get off. 

The girls walked in front of me and also stationed their car beside mine, which was a great thing. I couldn't imagine myself or them parking next to or behind the bleachers where the truck was at. They spoke not a word and left. 

When I got inside my car, I made sure it was safe in the back. I locked the doors and sealed the windows, then buckled up. I powered the engine on, but I wasn't ready to leave yet. I wanted to see from a distance what they would do, knowing no one was at the track anymore. 

Seconds later, the driver slowly paced the truck, finally driving off. I knew then, the monster was real and the whole time my instincts were always reaching out trying to warn me, but I failed for I couldn't grasp the signs. 

I wasn't comfortable as I drove back home. After what happened, how could I be? I was only thankful to be alive. But "what if" would cross my mind. 

After that episode, time passed and I returned once more but with more precaution. I felt nothing strange and kept an eye out for the truck or any vehicle looking suspicious. 

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

I hadn't told my parents immediately cause I didn't want to worry them. However, after hesitating, I told them. 

My dad listened, but wisely said it's not precisely instincts but angels. I believe he is right and truly there are angelics amongst us protecting our presence against evil, especially if it's not our time. 

They are our instincts, we have to know how to listen and learn how to follow their guidance. 

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


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