A horrible bus journey.

This post is a little long, but it's about something creepy that happened today, so I wanted to include as much as I could.

I started university this week (which is why I have been slacking on here), I'm still feeling unsure about it, but going to give it a few weeks. 

Anyway, I'm sick of the bus journeys already, but the one home today was awful. And I'm feeling a little shaken.

Here's the type of bus I was on, if it helps you picture the scene a bit better ha!
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I was sat by myself on the second bus home (the longest bus at about 30 minutes journey), and after about two minutes some Indian guy got on the bus, and sat on the seats on the other side of mine. Obviously I thought nothing of it. About 5 minutes later, the only person sat behind me got off the bus, and as he did, this Indian guy came and sat right next to me (the seats are in twos). At first I was like "what the actual fuck?", then thought he might just be asking where abouts to get off to get to a certain place.

How wrong was I.

This is roughly some of what was said, I can't remember it all because I couldn't understand what he was saying. He was sat next to me for about 20 minutes.

"I've just been watching you and I know you. You were at Bird* club in Jimberino* on the 15th September, am I right?"

"Erm, yeah." (I know I was stupid saying so, but I was honestly in shock so didn't think.)

 "I recognised you. Now I need some help (now lots of mumbling) blah blah, what's your postcode?"

"I'm not saying sorry."

"Well can you help me then? Do lots of houses have the same postcode? Or does each house have a different postcode?"

"I think lots of houses share the same."

"Are you sure? That's not what I was told."

"Yeah, I think so."

"Well I need to know. It is important. I need to sort some stuff out. Can you ask one of your friends now?" (Meaning text them because I had my phone out.) 

"No they won't know. They're busy. Look on the internet on your phone."

"No I can't. Can you?" He said this so horribly, I can't even exactly explain how he said it. Like he was practically forcing me to look, but asking for some reason, if that makes sense.

"Erm ok." (At this point, he was looking away, like around the bus so I quickly text my friend something like "omg help me not even joking" then looked on Google on my phone to see if houses shared the same postcode. This took me about 5 minutes to find out because my signal kept going. My friend hadn't text back yet. "Yeah some houses share the same postcode."

"That's not what I was told. I just need to sort some things out." I didn't answer so there was silence for about 30 seconds, which felt like ten minutes.

"The 15th of September. You were with two girls and a boy."

"Er yeah."

"Who was the boy? Is he your boyfriend?"

"No, my friend's cousin."

"So not your boyfriend?"

"No but I'm good friends with him." (I'm not but I wished I'd said he was my boyfriend at this point)

"Ah ok. So what's your name?"

I completely froze at this point. "...... J.... ess."

"Jez?"

"Jess."

"J. A...?"

"No J. E. S. S."

"Ah, Jess. How old are you?"

"18."

"So are you going to college then?"

"No I go to university." (Honestly I understand if you'd want to shoot me in the foot at this point, I just didn't have time to think of what to say.)

"Ahhh in Klob*?"

"Yeah."

"What's the university called?"

I then had to say what it was called, because it's the only one in Klob, but I kind of said it like really stammered, because I didn't actually want to say.

"What do you study?"

Again, I completely froze and knew I should say a different subject to what I actually do. "....Sociology." 

Then he started chatting shit for a good 5 minutes about him going to university in this country for two years, then I tuned out because I couldn't understand him.

"Can I be your friend then?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"I don't know you so I'm not going to be your friend."

"But that's not a reason. You should make friends everywhere." Then he started chatting shit again about how in his country you should give a reason for everything, and started talking about marriage and stuff. I noticed a man who was around 60ish (who was with his wife and was sat close to me, but he was sat in front of me so he couldn't actually see me) was kind of looking to his left (towards me but not quite at me) and looked a bit suspicious.

"Are you getting off in Jimberino*?"

"Yeah."

"What you doing there?"

"Going to some shops." I was actually getting my next bus from there but didn't want to get on it anymore in case he followed. I hadn't checked my phone because he was watching, so I didn't know if my friend had text back. I can't remember if he said anything else.

At that point the bus was getting to my stop where a lot of people get off, so I didn't ask him to move,  I just stood up. He kind of sat there looking awkward for about 10 seconds, then moved back to where he was sat previously. I waited for about another ten seconds as the bus was still moving, and as soon as it stopped, he kind of ran off the bus without saying anything. The older man who had looked a bit suspicious looked at me and smiled, so I smiled back and when I went to get off the bus, he said something to me then, but I can't remember what, and I just said "he was weird", and the man said "did you know him?" so I said "no" obviously, smiled again, and carried on. I didn't see where the Indian guy had ran off, so stood at the bus stop waiting for my next bus. The older man and his wife looked back at me and kind of hesitated but I smiled, so he smiled and walked off. 

Then I kind of felt like I was going to cry, so I rang my friend to see if her dad could come and pick me up, which they did, thank God!

The other week at the club, we noticed the group of Indian guys (who this guy must have been with), ranging from about 18 - 50 odd. They were so creepy, but I never expected one of them to actually recognise me on the bus, know exactly how many people I was with and know the date he had seen me. I feel so freaked out. And my friend had said when I was kissing my friend's cousin, there was an Indian guy watching, which must have been him, because he said I was with 2 friends and a boy, which I was for like the last half hour, but before that there was quite a lot more of us.

Ugh, I know it doesn't sound that bad, but I can't really explain how weird this guy was. I feel so upset and shaky about it all, I really don't want to get that bus anymore but I have to!

Has anything similar ever happened to you? Please share your experiences, hopefully they might make me feel a little better!

Jazz

*Names of things have been changed. And yes, I changed them to very bizarre names ha!