Alright, this happened a few weeks ago. I was doing some heavy yard work with my mom and sister, carrying saplings and potted plants from the front yard to the back, planting, digging, etc. I was digging a couple holes in the front yard for trees, and it was very hot at the time, needless to say that after about an hour, I was hot, tired, and extremely thirsty. I went inside and grabbed a cami in place of my itchy T-shirt and a bottle of water on the way out. When I opened the door, I spotted a man walking two massive black German Sheppard's along the road. The man was around his early twenties, had long curling black hair to his shoulders, and had a beautiful face. I found it a bit odd that he was only wearing a pair of ripped jeans; no shirt or shoes. I supposed that this was in light of the temperature. However interesting he was to look at, the two giant dogs really held my attention. I watched as he walked them past the house, and a little farther up the street when I decided that it was time to start digging again.
About twenty minutes later, my cell phone went off. As I straightened up from digging, I dropped my shovel and looked up while rummaging around my pocket for my phone - he was there again. He was walking to same way with those same two dogs. Something about this bothered me, but I couldn't grasp what it was. Again, I watched him until he was pretty far up the street. I then noticed that I had let my phone ring until it went to my messages. Vexed, I called them back. I proceeded to dig and chat with my friend for another 10 minutes, and then hung up out of fatigue from the dig. I started to plant flowers instead; much less work-intensive. I was having fun up until I had to go around back for more seeds.
When I came back, guess who was just passing my house? For the third time, the man with the big black dogs was walking down the street like it was the most natural thing in the world. Suddenly, it clicked. THAT'S why the man was bothering me. You see, the street he was following should have led him up around the suburbs and into another neighborhood. To get back to my house would mean he would have had to cut through several yards, cross another street, and climb the neighborhood fence. I was perplexed, and a bit weirded-out. Why would and one want to take a walk like THAT? I looked closer at him now: he seemed to be looking around for someone, or something. I also realized that the dogs seemed to be following a trail, leading him around, not the other way around. I moved closer, trying to get a better look, when I felt something cold blast past me, almost knocking me down where I stood. He turned his head and glanced over at me, looking a little curious, only to continue onward with the dogs.
I was terrified. It now occurred to me that he was NOT a normal person, and that gave me all sorts of thoughts that scared the hell out f me. I ran into the house and locked the door: my family had the keys. They could get in. HE couldn't, right?
Still a little shaky, I did some homework and took a shower. After toweling off my hair, I heard the sound of sirens wailing off in the distance. I disregarded it and went on with doing my hair. I stepped out of the shower and went down the stairs for dinner. Wanting to enjoy the hot weather, I ate my dinner on the porch. I watched a tow truck scoot by tugging the remains of a little blue car, followed by some police and an ambulance. I was sad that the ambulance wasn't running its sirens anymore. Feeling a little down, I turned back to my food.
About 10 minutes into eating my spaghetti, he showed up.
Same street, same guy. This time, he seemed more relaxed; he was smiling and walking along with his dogs at a slower pace. He looked right at me. I was horrified that he was back, but he was smiling at me like a little kid; he was so happy. I saw why:
He had a third black dog with him.
I slammed the door and remained inside for the rest of the weekend.
To this day, I cringe at the sound of sirens. I don't know what it was - can someone tell me who/what he was?!