~ Written By Bill Stone~

We have a new section to the site called ‘Oddities.’ Because it’s brand new, nothing has been written on it yet, and I cannot allow any of our pages to remain blank, so I’m just gonna post this little goofy thing as the first Oddities post.

I’d posted this a while ago on our old message board, and I’m still wondering about it. Maybe you, reading this can help me figure it out.

Ever since I can remember, other people have singled me out, and involved me in weird things that I’m not sure have anything to do with me. Up until recently, I’ve always been pretty much a ‘keep to myself’ kind of person, but somehow I get put into weird situations. I’m posting this here because it’s happened entirely too many times for it not to be considered spooky.

The first time I can remember was when I was like 7 or 8 years old, and I went to Disney World in Orlando. I was standing in line waiting for the 20,000 Leagues Under The Sea ride along with many other children. There were a bunch of Indians,(Not Native Americans, but REAL Indians)Trying to talk to me, and talking ABOUT me. They were patting me on the head, and although I could not understand their language, I could understand the ‘feeling’.. The emotion behind it. You know what I mean? You can tell when people are talking about you even if they’re speaking in a different language. I’ve always been good with reading emotions, so I could also tell that there was NOTHING negative about what was being said. One of the ladies began to walk away, and motion to me to go with her. She kept saying, “Come.” “Come.” I was a little kid, and I was told that I should never go with someone I didn’t know. Because of what adults had told me about that, I was kinda creeped out.  I didn’t go. I have no idea what it was all about.

All my life, and regularly, stuff like that happens to me. When I was living in Pittsburgh, a guy that I worked with, yet barely ever spoken to stopped me on the walk to the city bus stop. He wanted me to go into a bar, and have a beer with him. I tried to say no, but he seemed to need it, if that makes sense. I was in that bar for like 5 hours with the guy. He was all upset about breaking up with his girlfriend, and I guess he had to talk to somebody. On that day, that somebody was me. I think that he felt better when it the night was over.

Another example, was when I was managing a locksmith shop, and a lady came into the store to look at safes. I showed her what we had, and proceeded to give her as much information as she needed to make an educated decision on what she wanted. She suddenly stopped, and asked me if I were okay. Confused, I asked her what she meant. She talked about how I seemed sad, and she wanted to help. Now, we all have our bouts of depression, but I don’t recall feeling sad on that particular day. She asked me about my religion, and if I would mind praying with her.

We’re standing in the middle of a store, where I’m supposed to be handlin’ bid-ness, and this lady wants me to pray with her. Sometimes it’s best to just go with the flow. I agreed. She prayed aloud while I bowed my head, and listened. She then shook my hand and asked me my name. After I told her, she had decided to leave the store. She said, “I’ll be sure to come back, and check on you now and then, Bill.” I never saw her again.

A few days ago (well, it was a few days ago when I wrote this), I needed kitty food, and some other things. I went to K-Mart to do a little shopping. As I was coming out of the store, I noticed that the parking lot was packed with cars. What was weird was that there were no people around. It was kinda like ‘The Stand’ or some other post apocalyptic story where EVERYONE is gone. The lack of people was kinda spooky.

As I was walking to my car, I noticed out of the corner of my eye, about 100 feet away, some dude was walking from another store to his big ass rusty old confederate flag wearin’ pickup truck. Now, because I try to do whatever I can to dress and look different from everyone else, I’m not the type to judge someone based on the way that they look. It was impossible not to do that in this case. Dude looked like a thug.

When I got to my car, I heard off in the distance, “Hey!” “Over here!” Hey Buddy!” I looked around, and saw the guy closing the door to his truck. He saw that I noticed, him and started walking in my direction. At this point, I was getting a little freaked out. I threw my items that I had bought into the passenger seat of my car, and prepared myself for anything that could possibly happen.

Nothing could prepare me for what was about to go down.

When he got to about 10 feet away from me, he said, “Hey buddy. I wanna show ya somethin’!” He kept getting closer, and slowly reached his hand into his ripped and frayed denim jacket with the rebel flag, and eagle patches on it.

He pulled out a deck of cards, and started showing me magic tricks…

Magic tricks.

I wasn’t prepared for that one.

Now, this was just a HANDFUL of the stories, and weird situations. I have more. When things like this happen, I have certain friends that I tell. They say, “Things like this happen to everyone, but not as odd, and NO WAY NEAR as often as it happens to you.” I have been referred to as ‘gravity’ for situations like this.

I’m posting it here because, this the first time that it’s occurred to me to ask WHY.

Does this stuff happen to you guys? Can you help me explain it?