Poké Walk of Terror

My first venture out walking after weeks of bed, turned into a terrifying little walk that I can’t stop dwelling on.

My son Karek and I took a walk to the store. On the way we decided to detour to PokéHill; a hill in which there are multiple pokéstops and a pokégym. Hence the nick-name PokéHill. Before I my girlie part pain started I would walk there two to three times a day.

Right before we got to the turn off we noticed three people walking toward our street, I thought one had a rake or something along that line. I didn’t look directly at them and I didn’t think much of it until Karek said that they looked like they were up to no good. I asked what he meant and he said he didn’t know but they had rope and they just looked suspicious.

I decided we should not go to PokéHill and we turned off on the next street; So did they. We sped up, so did they. I was rapidly becoming more fearful for our lives. I didn’t have my knife or my pepper spray and the pain from the pelvic congestion syndrome I am going through was quickly worsening trying to walk faster.

Just before we got to the next turn off I was contemplating calling the police. Karek looked back again and they were gone, just disappeared. I feared they had a better way to grab us but we did end up making it to the store safely. Is it odd that I feel like I am in the twilight zone right now?

I don’t know if it was just coincidence or if they truly had menacing intentions. But what I do know is that the feelings I felt during this opened my eyes to what is going on in our world, even in our town. It is everywhere and there is no escape.

You see this stuff all over news and the social media about rioting and looting and so much unrest everywhere. But it never hit home really until today. This world is full of evil people that want nothing more than to make others suffer. Why? because misery loves company.

There was nothing racial about this, there aren’t even any true riots here that I am aware of. There was nothing to be hateful about, they were just being malicious. Perhaps they had no real intention of harming us. Maybe they just wanted to do exactly what they did, scare us.

Now that hours have passed, Karek says they probably were just walking and it had nothing to do with us. But I was there and I believe he was scared, by his behavior and what I felt from his aura at the time. I felt fear and anxiety and it was not just mine.

I don’t know what they were up to, if anything. Karek could be right and we just jumped to conclusions. But who really walks around town flaunting a rope or any type of weapon for the matter? Nobody that is out with good intentions.

If you think about it, what are the protests and violence actually accomplishing that is so important? Nothing that I can see. More hate, more violence, destruction of property and businesses, terrorizing innocent people and more laws.

I have a love/hate relationship with the idea of the government going after people like this. I wouldn’t want them grabbing innocent people off the street, I realize there are many “peaceful” protests. But there has to be a common ground to get the terrorists off the street, does there not?

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