Did you ever meet someone who literally gave you the creeps? I did. Today. And I wasn't the only one who noticed it. The feeling was so strong, it was almost as if the vibes were emanating from this person's pores.
As usual, a little background.
A nameless establishment contacted us about a complimentary service for our home. Since we had used this company before, we decided to have them come to do what they do, and then we would decide later what we would do.
The Creepy Person arrived, and since I was busy with work, My Sweetie handled the appointment. Not long after, I came to get a cup of tea. The Creepy Person turned to say hello, and introduced himself. Even before he opened his mouth, the creepy crawly feeling slithered over my skin. I kept looking at My Sweetie who remained expressionless, and I wasn't sure if he was picking up the same vibes or not (although later, I learned that he was).
When the inspection was over, the Creepy Person went to the kitchen table, and sat down, and he looked like he was making himself comfortable for lunch, and said as much (he was probably joking, but it didn't come out that way). My Sweetie and I exchanged glances as if to say 'what the f*** do we do now???'. The Creepy Person inquired if we wanted a follow-up to complete the actual work, and My Sweetie said no and that we would decide later. The guy was all but shoved out the door, to take his creepiness with him.
This was how we were affected by this visit, but the strangest part is next.
Now, when the Creepy Person walked into the house, our sweetie kitty, CoCo, had an absolute fit. She is a calm, good natured kitty. She doesn't bite or scratch. Doesn't growl or hiss. Heck, she hardly ever meows. She will, at times, come out to visit with company. But when the Creepy Person walked into the house, she had been in the kitchen, and she hissed and spat, and slithered upstairs, and sidled along the railing into the safety of our bedroom, to take cover behind our headboard. She later buried herself under a blanket, never to be seen by the world. She even felt the creepiness. Now, for CoCo, coming from an abusive home, My Sweetie had wondered about CoCo's behaviour toward the Creepy Person, almost as if he might have sounded like her old owner, or maybe WAS her old owner. Or maybe she sensed that he was evil, or an axe murderer, or whatever.
Whatever the case, it was creepy and spooky, and the Creepy Person, who didn't even need a costume for this, will never again be allowed into our home.