I have a few favorite paranormal podcasts that I'll admit I listen to obsessively. One is Astonishing Legends. They cover topics I've been fascinated with my whole life, as well as a few I'd never heard of until their episodes. I started listening when a friend suggested the show back in early June. A loved one was in the hospital in Greenville for five weeks over the summer, and I drove back and forth between there and Wendell several times. That podcast kept my mind occupied during a time when I needed it most.
Thankfully, my dear one recovered fully, and now I just listen on my commute to and from work in Raleigh.
Over the last few months, I've worked my way backward through their catalog, and tonight I listened to Episode 8, "The Devil in the Diner." I won't spoil it for you, but I'll tell you I can relate to the story their guest shared. I had a similar experience when I was much younger, and I thought I'd share it here.
I worked part-time retail jobs while I attended NCSU from 1992-1996. One of my favorites was at the Levi's Outlet in what was known as the Airport Mall in Morrisville, NC. I loved the jeans, shirts, and my coworkers. It was fun and we met people from all over the world because people love
Levi's. International travelers would come to the mall during layovers and buy the jeans inexpensively to take back to their home countries. For that reason, we had a 6 pair limit per transaction. (Side note: I witnessed five-year-old kids buying jeans they'd need years of growth before they could wear.)
One weekend, I was there, folding shirts near one of the two entrances to the store. Our store was at the end of one of the mall hallways that led to an exit, so I could enjoy seeing a little sunlight from my vantage point. The day had been like any other day. We had busy spells, multi-lingual customers, and never-ending piles of clothes to straighten. While I worked, I watched people enter and exit the mall and greeted customers as they walked into the store.
At one point, I looked up from the t-shirts toward the mall entrance and watched a man walk in. He was dressed in an all-white suit with a white fabric fedora. The whole ensemble looked like he should have been in Miami. He was an older man with white hair and tan skin. There were other people with him, and they stopped walking when he did.
He saw me notice him, and with a crooked finger, he motioned for me to come to him. I left my post inside the store and obeyed. As I approached him, he held out his hand to shake mine, and asked something like "what time is it?" I answered. I think it was about 5:00 pm, but my memory is a bit hazy on that part.
What I remember clearly is when he let go of my hand, he turned with his entourage and walked right back out of the mall. At that same instant, I felt like all of my energy had suddenly left my body. It was strange - as if my legs were made of lead, heavy and slow. I was a little dazed, but I managed to return to my post in the store. My coworker Misty looked at me and asked, "What's wrong with you?"
"Huh?" I was slowly trying to process what just happened.
"You're really pale all of a sudden - like you just saw a ghost."
I felt pale, but it wasn't a ghost I'd just encountered. He was solid. He was strange, and he had drained me.
I asked her, "Have you ever met someone you just knew was evil?" She answered in the negative and asked what happened. I told her, and she believed me. Just moments before I had been fine, and she had seen the immediate change in my complexion and demeanor.
He might not have been the devil, but he was definitely an energy vampire of some sort. Thankfully, that was the only time it's happened to me. Being an empath, I've learned over the years to sense people with my sixth sense and not offer my hand if their energy felt off. Back then, I didn't know. The odd effects of his touch were short-lived, but the memory will forever be with me.