Now You See Me, Now You Don’t….

He was here a minute ago!
He was here a minute ago!

A few weeks back after a particularly hectic day at work I decided to stop off at the tobacco shop and get a cigar and a soft drink for the ride home.  Needed it so to speak.  Anyway the store I go to is a long narrow one with the front door at one end, a long counter along one side with shelves behind it, a wide aisle and shelves lining the opposite wall.  I walked in and glanced only for a split second down the length of the store and immediately went left to get my drink from the cooler. During my very brief, and I mean VERY brief glance down the store, I saw the young girl who’s usually there behind the counter and a young man standing opposite her in the cash register area across the aisle.  He seemed to be looking down at something in his hands.  I thought it may be a lottery ticket as they sold quite a few of those also.  He was a young black man dressed in a grey hoodie, the hood was not pulled up but he did have a baseball cap on.  I knew what soft drink I wanted and quickly grabbed it and turned back toward the store and up the aisle to go to the back where the cigar humidor was located.  The young man was gone! Gone!  No where to be seen!  I turned away for 2-3 seconds at most!  As I walked up the aisle my eyes went everywhere, he was no where to be seen.  The clerk was just standing there like nothing was going on.  There were very few places for him to go and no time for him to get there without me seeing him.  I was in disbelief as I walked.  I stopped at the counter to get the key for the humidor and asked the girl where the young man was that was standing there a second ago.  She looked at me like I freaked her out.  I told her I saw someone standing right here, and pointed to a spot, when I came in.  She just stared at me.  After getting my smoke she told there were times where she would go in the back and would hear things out in the store that had no logical reason for happening, people talking to her and etc.  As I left she thanked me for refreshing her thoughts of the joint being haunted.   I can’t explain it, nor am I going to try.

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