He was on the plane behind me.

Hello, I’d like to share a story that happened in the early 2000s when my friends and I were in our late 20s and went on a trip to New York state from Florida. We all knew each other since college. It was a short trip, so only four of us went. We visited a lot of places and had a blast, there were some tense moments too, but we dealt with those at the time.<br><br>On the last day of the trip, we decided to visit a local mall. We left the mall late in the evening. This is when the story takes a sharp turn.<br><br>I had parked my car in a spot close to the mall’s entrance. My friends parked theirs a little farther away. I was already in the driver’s seat, with the engine running, when I looked in the rearview mirror and saw a man approaching my car. He was walking at a quick pace, his eyes locked on my car. I couldn’t see his face, but he seemed to be in a hurry. I kept watching as he got closer. When I realized he was heading straight for my door, I locked it instinctively.<br><br>He tapped on the glass, and I rolled down the window to see what he wanted. He looked frantic and told me that there was a suspicious man following him. He said the man had been lurking around the mall and seemed dangerous. I didn’t know what to do, but the man offered to call the police. He grabbed my phone and dialed the number. After a brief conversation, he hung up and said the police were on their way. He thanked me and quickly walked away.<br><br>The next morning, I received a call from one of my friends. She told me that she had seen the same man who approached my car the night before. He was walking towards her car, and when he saw her inside, he quickly turned around and left. She said she felt scared and called the police. They arrived soon after and took the man away.<br><br>I was relieved to hear that my friend was safe. But I couldn’t shake off the feeling that something strange had happened. It seemed like the man had been trying to distract me while his accomplice did something to my friends. I didn’t know what to make of it, but I was just grateful that everyone was okay and nothing bad happened.<br><br>We returned home, and life went back to normal. But the memory of that strange encounter stayed with me. I couldn’t forget the image of the man tapping on my car window, his eyes filled with worry. I couldn’t forget how quickly he disappeared after hanging up the phone.<br><br>Years went by, and I moved on with my life. But every time I thought about that night, I felt a shiver run down my spine. Something just didn’t feel right.<br><br>Many years later, my friend and I met up for coffee. She reminded me of what happened in New York and said, “You know, I was on a flight recently, and something strange happened.”<br><br>“Oh, what’s that?” I asked.<br><br>“Well, I was sitting in my seat, and this man sat down next to me. He seemed normal, but then he started acting weird. He was looking at me strangely and fidgeting with his seatbelt. I tried to ignore him, but he kept glancing at me. I started to feel uneasy, and that’s when it hit me – this man was the same one who approached your car in New York all those years ago.”<br><br>I was shocked. It couldn’t be a coincidence that this man was now on a plane with my friend. I couldn’t believe that all these years later, our paths would cross again in such a strange way.