As a rule, I do not drive at night as I live in South Africa and the crime peaks during the late and early morning hours, especially with regards to car high-jackings and burglaries. However, on this particular night, I was making my way home at around 09:30PM and driving alone. I approached a robot which is well-known for accidents as it is in close proximity to a highway off-ramp and a busy pub when I noticed that the intersection was not well lit as most of the street lights were off. I slowed down approaching the robot and turned my head to the right and noticed an adolescent boy standing on his own near the robots. He immediately captured my curiosity and although I was slowing down, it almost felt as though I had ample time to canvas the advent which within its environment was irregular and extraordinary.
The boy was between fifteen and nineteen years of age, he was wearing a red t-shirt and he had soft, curly dark brown hair. He stood near a blown-out street lamp and some wild bushes in the dark with his hands by his sides and his feet grounded firmly, and his eyes seemingly peering a few meters ahead, over the road and through the car window meeting my stare, directly, but without menace. I was not afraid, just perplexed and intrigued by him because he seemed to be luminous or glowing in comparison to everything else around him which was cloaked in darkness which only served to make him further noticeable, self-evident and observable. I stared at the teenager for a long time as I approached and passed the robot, at which point, I turned my attention back to the road ahead of me.
As I had geared down when slowing for the robot and I now needed to continue driving uphill, I reached for my gears and glanced down to my gears when doing so. It was only supposed to be a hurried glance but that is when I had the quicker realization that some one was in the car with me. I was looking down so the first thing that caught my attention was his blue-dye jeans, at which point, in disbelief my eyes continued to travel upwards to his ruffled t-shirt settled on his belt and then his chest and arms which were laying casually by his sides, and finally, my eyes met his eyes. I realized that the boy was sitting in my passengers seat staring at me, as if, in mid conversation.
I think for a minute, I completely stopped breathing. At which point, I swiftly looked at the road ahead, and when I looked back to my passengers seat, the boy was gone. I think that he could clearly detect that the situation while tangible was queer and unsanctified.
To this day, I wonder what it is that he wanted to tell me and of its necessitous and voluntary significance. I undeniably felt that I had a ghostly encounter and because of this, I made sure to keep my eye on the intersection for the next few days. It was as I had sensed. About two days later, I was driving passed the intersection at around noon when I noticed two large bouquet of flowers placed next to each other at the exact spot I had first seen the boy, and a wooden cross planted firmly in the ground.
As a Pretoria native myself I know that area pretty well.
I honestly do not know how I would have reacted if I were in the same position as you. Very intriguing account indeed!