This story took place in Pleasant Hill, California near the local community college. It was an incredibly fogging night with low visibility, and I just had an art show in San Francisco.
My best friend and I went back to his house, drank a few beers, and watched TV -- nothing that exciting until about 3:15 a.m. At the time I lived right across the street from him, so I had a five-minute walk home, if that.
This is where things get odd. I left his house and walked to the main cross street. The fog was even heavier now. I looked across the street and what do I see? Standing in the middle of the road on a patch of grass was a frail (as though the clothes where placed over a coat hanger), abnormally tall person (at least 7 feet tall) in a pea coat with his arms outstretched and back turned to me.
I must have been about 150 feet away from him. I just stood, confused, trying to observe what kind of person it was. The longer I stared, the more terrified I was -- for no real reason.
I began to continue my walk to other side of the street, and it was as if my body would let me move. I can't explain it, and if it didn't happen to me I would have been skeptical. But I could not move forward, and my heart rate began to rise. I proceeded to take the long way home, which then ends with a 1/8 view of where I just was.
During this time I called my friend who had a view from his balcony. He did not have visibility, but heard some weird sounds that he described as chants and "just odd." When I passed the intersection, I felt a very big sense of fear and terror crossing the street. Very weird to me and I have no clue what it was.
