Interesting about the close calls. I am so thankful sometimes that I have even been able to make it to 27. My wife and I wanna have kids maybe within the next year. All this about stranger abductions and stuff is just so scary. I think almost everyone is fortunate we have made it into adulthood alive, and hopefully name too messed up from childhood Experiences.
All these stories have me thinking. I was a terrible teen, my parents were broke and I had weighed to 3 different high schools because of constant moving, by the time I was a sophmore. I was having problems, so my mom and dad let me live with my aunt and uncle in Westminster for almost 4 months in October of 01, just post 9-11.
I took a greyhound, and along the way, we had stopped for about 4 hours in Vegas, till the next bus came. I was 16, and I think about his often, and especially when i hear about kids or teens just disappearing. But I remember his clear as day, I couldnt gamble I had no money and was underage, waiting for the bus.
Well I was standing at the station, which I believe at the time was between downtown Vegas and the strip. Kind of a dirty area. But within walking distance of all the hotes. Anyway, I was standing there, and I was approached by an Asian man. In height he was much smaller than me. I have a thin build, same as I did back them, I'm about 6' 150-160. This man was easy 6 inches smaller than me, and and about the same build. He talked to me with a real calming voice, asked me my name, how I was, where I was going. Small talk you know.
I had told him where I was going what I was doing. He then started to insist I came with him to his room, be had food, and a comfortable bed to sleep in, if I wanted to take a nap before my bus had arrived. I told him no.. obviously. He insisted, I am a white guy from southwest Phoenix, I instantly knew this guy was up to no good. I was not going to be bullied or cohersed into. Something. I stood up, in his face and I told him no.
I turned around and went into a bus station, and stood next to the cop who was inspecting bags and stuff (this was post 911). I wish now I would of said something.
Maybe a half hour had passed, and I was less on edge. I felt that sixth sense, and got the creeps like someone was watching me. I looked around the room, and saw the Asian man. Just looking at me blank faced, but was talking to another teenage boy probably 13-15. As he is talking to him, he was still looking at me.
I am sorta haunted to this day about it. I love the Vegas experience now that I am an adult. Now I am even more freaked out by the event, knowing what I know about Vegas(nobody goes to hangout at grey hound stations looking to feed people and give then a place to sleep. Especially, know what I know now, and how many creeps are running around out cities.. I could of been Jessica, or any of the other kids who suffered and had their lives cut short by the monsters.
Sean
PS: sorry if words or jumbled and don't make sense. I type this out on my Droid and it has a mine of its own
