The neighborhood "protector"
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I'm glad this sub exists, I had a midly creepy encounter when i was younger, that I dont think exactly fits into r/letsnotmeet. It starts out creepy, but ends up... not so much. Kind of amusing maybe.
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The neighborhood "protector"

by professor_dog

I'm glad this sub exists, I had a midly creepy encounter when i was younger, that I dont think exactly fits into r/letsnotmeet. It starts out creepy, but ends up... not so much.

Kind of amusing maybe.

It was a hot summer night in 2004, I was 16 and thought I was in love.

On this particular night, I was too angst filled to sleep, so I climbed out my window to have a walk around the neighborhood .

After a few hours, I decided it was time to head home, and turned around.

I remember looking down at my feet for a minute or two, and then after looking back up, I froze. Standing in front of me in the center of the road was a tall figure in a black hooded robe.

The person had the hood up with their back to the light and head slightly lowered, so that the hood cast a shadow over their face.

In the figures right had was a large staff or walking stick of some sort. Clearly whoever this was, was making an effort to be intimidating.

At three in the morning on a mostly dark empty street, it worked. I was scared.

I stood there for what seeseemed like a long time, wondering if I was about to get beaten or robbed. I decided to run, and was getting ready to make my escape when he spoke. "Stop.

What are you doing?" He asked.

"Wait, what? Who are you?" I asked, confused that the guy in the black robe thought i was the one up to something shady.

He responded by telling me he was the protector of the neighborhood, and he was here to stop crime. I didn't feel quite so scared anymore.

"Oh, well im not doing any crime man, im just trying to clear my head" I told him. "Good" he responded.

He walked forward and pulled his hood down. I instantly recognized him as a guy who had went to my school, and graduated the year before.

I had never spoken to him before then, but i knew of him as one of two guys who were called "the twins". They both looked and dressed the same every day, although they weren't related.

Shoulder length red hair worn in a braid. Plain black tee shirt, tucked into plain black jeans with a black braided belt and a black trench coat. Also some some black fingerless gloves and sunglasses.

I saw them most every day, and never without their "uniform". They stood out, even among the goth or emo kids, and as far as I could tell, didnt hang out with anyone but each other.

They also acted with a wierd dramatic flair.

I once saw one of them get off his bike, grab his water bottle (black) get down on one knee, and then hold it about a foot away from his dace as most of it splashed into his mouth.

That night on the street though, after he realized I wasn't a super villan and I realized he wasnt going to beat me up, we actually had a nice talk.

He asked me what was on my mind, and I told him about my girl troubles while he offered bad advice.

I told him to keep protecting the neighborhood when we parted ways, and I suppose he took that to heart.

I told a friend about it the next day, and he had a similar late night run in with the guy.

Apparently my friend went to the store around midnight to grab some cake mix (stoner), and saw the guy dressed in a full suit of samauri armor, swords and all, looking at wrestling magazines.

Its been a long time, but the last I heard, he was arrested for peeking in some woman's windiw late one night. Keep on protecting us buddy.

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