A little story about my return trip from the Irish Discworld Convention: After several hours travelling by plane (twice), train (once), bus (once) taxi (once) and ox cart (nonce), I found myself at Leeds railway station at 01:30am. There were very few people there, everything was shut and the next train home was at 06:30am. I found a spot out of the draft and settled down to read a book (near to the McDonalds, if you know the station). About 30 minutes later I spotted someone at the far end of the concourse, peering round the door to the carpark: a thin chap with one leg and crutches. Hmmm, he must be waiting for someone, I thought and went back to my book. About 10 minutes later, I noticed he was still there. He started walking down the concourse; this would take him past me. As he gets closer, leaning heavily on his crutches and hopping slowly, I hear laboured breathing and look up. Now, this guy was still some distance from me and in the normal corse of things, you wouldnt hear someone breathing from that far, even if they were out of breath. It was the most animalistic noise I have ever heard coming from a person - it just didnt seen right, raspy, gutteral, gurgling and the hairs on the back of my neck stood up. I could now see that his face was drawn and grubby, and that his clothes were rather tatty. The empty leg of his jeans had been cut off right at the top and tied closed. This is when he looked round at me; his eyes were milky and pointed out, in different directions - but he still seemed to be looking right at me. He then began to walk directly towards me, the raspy, gutteral breathing getting louder. I have never been so scared in my life. With hindsight it was totally out of all proportion with the situation, but right there and then I was petrified; there was more than just a human infront of me. I dont know what and it sounds stupid, sat here typing it up, but I knew that I had to get out of there. He stopped, about 8 feet from me and just stared. I grabbed my backpack and fled; I knew I had to leave. Luckily, one of the few trains due was headed for York (not too far away and easy to get home from) and after a 15 minute wait on the platform, I got on it. I only relaxed once I had left Leeds. Now, this may have just been some poor homeless guy who had no intention of upsetting anybody and I over-reacted, but there was a *presence* there that scared me senseless. This guy didnt feel right, there was some Thing else there too. It still bothers me.
Posted on: Fri, 08 Nov 2013 11:56:20 +0000
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