A couple of my absolute favorite things to do when I have some free time are surfing the web for oddball personal stories and reading the comments section of these articles for interesting feedback. Reality is a fucked up mistress, and only one simple fact will always remain clear; truth is stranger than fiction.
I have another weird and random experience to share with you all tonight. My stories may be somewhat hard to believe if you’ve never seen this world the way I do, the way most of us do, if I may be so bold. Now, this story will be random I assure you. Paranormal? No. Fucking strange? Indeed.
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I’ll begin by letting ya’ll know this story is about a weird guy who randomly gave a buddy and I an old comic book. Doesn’t sound crazy? Trust me, if you were there with us, you would understand completely.
On a beautiful sunny day, in the middle of July during the summer of 2015, my buddy Gary and I decided to walk down the road from my place to Grassy Point and have a few swigs of whiskey. Grassy Point is a swamp like pond hangout in the middle of west Duluth consisting of a few benches and trails which are riddled with snakes and spiders. Check out the pictures on this page, they are from said Grassy Point area.
So anyway, Gary and I were just hanging out as usual, sitting on one of the benches, secretly passing a bottle of whiskey around while enjoying the sunshine. After about an hour, out of nowhere a vehicle drove up and parked next to us. Inside the car sat a man and a woman, still as can be. They just sat there in the car staring forward without any noticeable communication between one another, which is really odd since most people usually get out and explore the park.
This lack of activity continued on for maybe 10 minutes or so and believe me, we both felt really uncomfortable after awhile. All of a sudden, dude gets out of the car, walks over, and sits down between us on the bench, remaining silent. Gary and I looked at each other, expressing much confusion in our faces. Not to mention giving the official look of, “We may have to fight this guy in a minute”. His energy just felt off to us, he seemed kinda angry yet calm and collected all at the same time.
The dude began talking to us about some random ass shit and eventually proceeded to ask a few strange questions. He wanted to know if we wanted to hang out that evening, expressing to us that he was quite bored and looking for something to do. He also asked us where we lived in the neighborhood. Keep in mind that chick is still just sitting in the vehicle next to the benches doing nothing. Obviously, we told the dude we had plans and wouldn’t be down to hangout that night at all. He seemed to take the bad news well, but we could tell there was something surely wrong with this guy.
Eventually, after a moment of silence, the dude got up, walked over to the car, and reached inside for something. Ready for whatever, we watched as he pulled out a comic book. Slowly he made his way back over, comic book in hand. He quickly tossed the book next to us and quietly told Gary and I that he would like us to have it, for whatever reason. Then, he just jumped into the car and they drove away. By the way, the comic was some cheap, old, Archie style read. I can’t really remember what it was exactly, but if I find it sometime around my house I’ll update this article with a picture for sure.
To sum things up, this experience seriously freaked us out. Why did they pull up and act the way they did? So shady and creepy, as if they had something sinister on their mind. What was the point? Did they have an evil plan to rob us? Honestly, we felt like the guy definitely had the “I wana fuck with someone vibe”. You know what I mean I’m sure. It’s an obvious feeling. Perhaps the two people in the vehicle were simply fighting at the time, and he was having some kind of anxiety attack. Either way, that afternoon gave the both of us a fun conversation piece for a couple weeks.
After the strangers left Grassy Point, Gary and I walked down to the bar and had ourselves a few ‘adios motherfucker’ mixed drinks to finish off the evening. Indeed, we were very drunk when we decided to walk home that night. 😉 Freaking odd story, right? Random weirdness is always fun. Keep it real folks!
“People think that I must be a very strange person. This is not correct. I have the heart of a small boy. It is in a glass jar on my desk.”