Blog #97 (Sinistrous)

PART 1:

Setting is New Year's eve.

My friend J.D. and I are walking down a sidewalk after dinner. It is 10pm and there is not a soul in site. As always, I was on edge, looking around to see if there was anything out of the ordinary. And there was. 

Ten meters away, a figure stood from us. We were walking under a metal canopy that protects from rain, and that canopy was the only source of light as the actual light from the lamp posts was quite sparse. So. there we were, slowly inching our way towards this 'thing', which was completely cloaked in black. Now, obviously, in normal circumstances, the more rational part of my brain would take over and drive away any notion of panic or worry, but there was something about the way it just stood there, in our path, not moving even the slightest, staring right at us that made me anxious. Maybe it was the lighting that cast an undesirable shadow, maybe it was the unnaturally petrifying stance. Something was off. 

We decided to steer very clear of it. As we got closer though, we noticed a few things. 'It' had a face. 'It' was a woman. And 'it' was turning her head towards us so as to maintain her stare as we passed. My curiosity grabbed the wheels (I don't have a moral compass for shit like this. I would jump into the abyss just to find out how dark it is.). I stopped, and I asked. 

"Do you want any help?"

"Are you looking for somebody?"

"Do you know where you are?"

"Do you need any help?"

She looked like she was in her forties, but she could easily pass as seventy years old by how frail she was. The black cloak was actually a scarf and sweater and leggings. She had sports shoes on. What was most interesting was her makeup. Although she was wearing a mask, we could see her eyes clearly. She wore heavy mascara, and a glittery lavender color on her eyes, which according to Google is called Luxe style (look it up). It was uneven. 

 

"Are you Arab?" was the first sentence out of her mouth.