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April 2004 – Page 6

Stalked By a Demon
by Tonja Earles

This paranormal event happened during the Christmas season around 1991. It was just a few days before Christmas, and I had some last minute Christmas shopping to do. My husband was at home with our three small children; working full time and being a full time mom, this was a rare chance to get out and have some time to myself. It was dusk, and the weather was overcast and chilly. I entered the store with a real Christmas spirit - I could now take time to look for gifts for extended family members and my husband.

I browsed here and there, looking at this gift item and that gift item. Looking down at my ragged purse, I realized that perhaps I should splurge and buy myself a new purse. In the accessories aisle there were many purses to choose from, and I decided that since I was there to shop, may as well by myself a new purse.

After about five minutes of browsing, I looked up and noticed a man. He did not bring attention to himself, rather something brought my attention to him. As I looked at him momentarily, I noticed he was a young adult, a few years younger than I. He was dark-skinned, tall, with a head of long, dark, curly hair. He was really good looking, with a well-defined jawline and high cheekbones and great complexion. He was wearing a long tan-colored trenchcoat. He was standing in front of me, about 10 feet away. He seemed interested in the purses also. It was Christman after all, he was Christmas shopping too.

I resumed looking at each and almost every purse in the aisle when out of nowhere, and totally unexpected, a voice boomed in my head: "Look up, you are being followed!" Instinctively, I looked up without hesitation. There was the same man, standing several yards in front of me, still looking at purses. Of course this unsettled me, so I decided to leave the purse aisle. There were other things in the store to shop for. I left and continued with my shopping. I went to a couple of other departments in the store, and to be honest, do not remember exactly what departments they were, but the same guy I had seen in the purse department was never more than 20 feet away from me.

It was unlikely store security; I was not shoplifting or performing any illegal activity. Christmas shopping was at its peak. Why zero in on me? There were hundreds of other shoppers in the store also. The man in question was tracking me alright, but for ominous reasons. Unbeknownst to this man, I had been alerted to his presence by that voice. This deadly game of cat and mouse was now in my favor, all because of the warning voice I had heard in my head.

By now my Christmas spirit was fading, and I decided to check out. As I approached the check-out counters, there stood the same young man, reading a paperback book from the book racks. The bookstand was situated near the check-out counters. As I approached a check-out counter, I studied this individual who seemed so engrossed in the book he was reading. As I went into a check-out line, it occurred to me: He has been in this store the whole time; it's the holiday shoppping season, but yet he does not have a cart of goods, a hand basket with goods in it, or any goods in his hands. After several minutes in the check-out line, watching the cashier scan each and every item to make sure each item was accurately priced, I paid for my goods, grabbed my cart with the bagged goods, and headed for the front exit lobby doors.

As I approached the front exit, I saw this same individual again. He was in the store lobby, pacing back and forth! In the few seconds that I spied him in the lobby, I was immediately reminded of how a lion acts in a cage at the zoo. And now I knew this person was just as deadly. A people greeter was standing just a few feet from the exit doors, and I approached her. True to her job description, she said hello, and was asking what could she do for me. In no time I told her: That young man in the trenchcoat in the lobby has been following me throughout the store. Can you please get someone, preferably a male, to walk me to my car? She glanced to her right (he was on my left). She said, "Yes, I'll be right back." She walked off in a truly professional style. I just stood there. I did not want to look to my left, because I did not want my stalker to realize I was "onto him."

A couple of moments later, feeling really self-conscious and tired of looking straight ahead or to the floor, but not wanting to look to the left toward my would-be stalker, I looked to my right. The canteen was there, and maybe I could waltz over (it was just 30 feet away) and look at the menu. I was starting to get hungry. As I started to walk toward the canteen my skin crawled. There in the canteen area, sitting at a table, glaring right at me, was my would-be stalker. His eyes met mine for about three seconds. They were full of hate. A guardian angel had thwarted whatever evil plan he had for me, and he was pissed. To this day, all I can figure is that he saw me and the people-greeter conversing, and somehow realized that we were on to him. He walked back into the store while I stared at the floor, and then set down at the canteen to maintain an innocent demeanor. But the glare in his eyes gave it away. He knew I had been warned by a guardian angel - and I knew that he knew it.

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