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1/28/2018

I was driving some friends home on Market St, through the heart of Ballard, when a lady walks directly in front of my car. She’s not the usual frat bro/woo girl out-on-a-Saturday-night pedestrian who thinks they can make it across before I hit them, though — she deadass looks me right in the eye and stares into my soul, and maintains eye contact with me as she continues walking in front of my car, then across the street, at a disturbingly casual pace. She showed no outward signs of being drunk or high and based on her glare alone, everyone else in the car agreed she was most definitely some kind of demon.

Submitted by: Jane