You’re Being Watched
“I worked a lot in remote areas of west Texas, servicing oilfield-related equipment. One time I was out in the middle of nowhere as usual and to the northeast was a butte, but everywhere else around was pretty flat. There was one road in and out of the site I was at. At some point, when I was working on a control box, I had the overwhelming feeling that I was being watched. I scanned the horizon, looked all around the butte, and went back to work. This happened a few more times within several minutes until I finally saw something move on the side of one of the rock outcroppings on the butte …
… I went to my truck, grabbed my binoculars, and the figure hid behind that outcropping. It was definitely a human … Eventually he leaned out so far that I could see the silhouette of the barrel of a rifle slung around his back. I immediately felt a sense of impending doom. The hair on my arms and neck was standing straight up. I very quickly collected my tools and tore out of there. I sped down the dirt road, almost clipped the cattleguard, and started cruising down the highway just as the adrenaline started to wear off. I remember the metal taste in my mouth and having to grip the steering wheel to keep my fingers from twitching.”