So, I go to college near Springfield, MA.

I was walking in the city kinda late, maybe around 11 PM. I cut through this side street when this guy steps out of an alleyway licking his lips. White dude, about six feet, late twenties? But the way he dressed was off—like 80s attire, kind of outdated but not in a hipster way. Just… old.

He spotted me, made a beeline for me, and asked for directions. The second he got close, I swear to God, he smelled like blood. It was dark, so I couldn’t see what he was drinking, but he was holding something. A bottle? A cup? No clue.

I remember fixating on his canines. They weren’t long, but they were sharp. Like, noticeably sharp.

Then he asked me where the nearest payphone was. I told him I had no idea, because who the hell uses a payphone in 2025? But the weirdest part? He had an accent. European one? But he first tried to speak Tagalog to me. (I’m Filipino, but I only speak English.) I laughed a little because, like, why did he assume? But now that I think about it, how did he even know Tagalog?

And then it got really weird.

For a split second, it felt like the air got sucked out of the street. Like everything stopped. No wind, no distant cars, no nothing. Just silence. I turned my head for half a second, maybe instinctively, and when I looked back—he was gone. Not walking away. Not turning a corner. Just gone.

I know he was real because when he first walked toward me, he kicked a rock, and I heard it skid across the pavement. I even checked. The rock was there.

So yeah. Either I met a vampire or something like that, or I ran into some guy cracked out of his mind. Anyone experience anything similar? Who do I even contact? What do I do?