[Guy at the Gas Station super long story!]
This is an on going thing! (Forgot the word) like.. After this story the events shall continue like an update..? I'll just get into it!
I'm not sure if any trigger warning might be necessary.. But i assure you i am a-okay!! ( ´ ▽ ` )ﾉ
I won't name drop this man, but even if i knew of his identity, i would be too gagged to even mutter a syllable of his name.
I do not know when this started.. But apparently my mother knows when this guy started to take an interest in me. I wouldn't want to know how long he has been eyeing me, but the recent encounters with him were enough said.
This only goes out to this specific gas station worker, a gas station that's just beside our property. So with that information that information already.. That could be the start of a suspense horror movie.
I don't entirely remember when my recent encounter with him started, everyday of my life I've walked past that gas station with no problem at all, but nowadays.. It's a struggle to even go out without my mother accompanying me. This encounter with him that i know of happened last month!
I don't vaguely remember when and what day it happened.. But one day my mother came back from outside until this man came up or even stopped her halfway back home to just ask weird questions.. It was really odd and unsettling. The questions i remember my mother telling me after her conversation with him were (the ones i can remember, i have awful memory) "Is Snorlax your only daughter?", "How many lives in your house?", "Is your husband nice/chill?", "Your daughter is very beautiful" ...Tell me. Tell me those questions won't make you raise an eyebrow.
And what would any parent would do is protect her family, so she lied in his face. We aren't even close to this man, nor even friends. Acquaintance? I think less than that.. He's just a guy who asks for fruits or vegetables since my mothers known around to be generous and giving. But even with them interacting like that, that doesn't mean he can count this as friendship or a way that can just ask questions like that.
Here's what my mother replied to him.
"No, she has many other siblings", "A lot of people live in that house", "No.", She didn't say anything go his last comment about me but instead turned to walk back home. Actually.. I even remember waiting for my mother just there on our driveway but i was far from where she and the man was. So i just saw her come to me and told me what happened literally just a second ago with the man.
At first i didn't understand.. On why he needed to know such information?? That's not normal, right?
And if someone says that he wants to be friends.. NO, his eyes tell us everything than he's letting on. If looking can kill a person, i'd be burnt to crisp in smithereens!
I actually got sick for 1 week, could be normal to anyone.. But it wasn't. I knew how to care for myself whenever i got sick and i never gotten sick for that long either! Call me exaggerating and all.. You don't understand =(
I was doing alrighty days before i got sick. I was out one afternoon with my mother, everything was fine until we walked past the gas station and he was stationed there as he watched us walk by. His gaze was Boring onto me.. I never paid him any attention whatsoever nor turned to glance at him whenever he tried getting my attention by whistling or just going "Hey!", "Psst", "Miss!", "Beautiful!" It made me mod anxious and bothered inside as i clung to my mother. She'd notice it too.
I am okay of sharing this piece of information to everyone to understand where I'm coming from! （＾ｖ＾）
This is taken from a website!
"The phrase “puwera usog,” “pwera usog,” or “pera usog” comes from the Spanish and Filipino words fuera and usog. It literally means "layas, usog!" or “go away, curse!” It seeks to banish or repel a hex brought about by a person who greets another person. Infants and children are believed to be particularly vulnerable to usog. (Adults range hexed too)
In Filipino folklore, usog is an ailment caused by a person greeting someone, especially an infant. According to folklore, this ailment could be anything from a stomachache to a raging fever, and infants and children are especially vulnerable to it.
A simple greeting or praise like "oh, your baby is so cute!” is said to be enough to activate the hex or usog. Saying “puwera usog” allegedly counters this hex."
But if we didn't converse with each other.. How did i get sick? Well, eyeing someone hard enough and with bad intentions or thoughts could cause a hex too.. I can be wrong but that is what i have been told.. But this information isn't as popular as just by greeting. :')
As days went on.. I've started to take down when he comes on duty, his work shift by just observing and asking my mother since she goes out more frequently.
But slowly I've began noticing that the days he's usually on duty changed.. It went from like Tuesday and Friday to.. Tuesday, Wednesday, Friday.. T, W, Th, and Friday.. Slowly started to work almost everyday now.. At first, i didn't thought of staff shortages, taking over a shift of another fellow worker, so it all felt unnerving to me. But now that i was told that, i understood.
But since then.. It's been a struggle for me to go outside.. I've stayed in the house and made it my sanctuary, my safe spot! Though... Even that, He's trying to find reasons to get a chance to come over to our place. He sees my mother gardening near our driveway? He'd offer to help, sweet you say? No, he wasn't one of the first men who's trying to plot something, A lot of other men have given their reasons to come over just like him... To learn the ins and outs of our house, the whole layout.. The people who lived here.. I wish i could just move away from this place...
Sooo.. Yeahh! I've been living uncomfortably! ( ＾∇＾)
If i had suddenly gone missing, at least i get to tell this story. I still live life with a positive outlook!
I don't usually hate people.. But i sure do hate that guy a ton! (●´∀｀●)