My First Encounter that led to Possible Belief in Vampires

The first encounter was the one that made me go from believing that blood vampires were pure fiction to more-than-plausible reality. Keep in mind that, prior to this encounter, I had never watched a vampire movie (not even old Dracula flicks), read a vampire book, nothing like that. I knew nothing, really, of the lore and legends.

This one took place at a nightclub in Bridgeport, Connecticut, in the autumn of 1988. I was 18 at the time. My roommate and I were working at that nightclub, and that night started off normal as any other night. Because we were underage, we weren’t drinking. We were also not ingesting any intoxicating substances of any sort; in short, we were stone cold sober that night.

We had started work around 8 pm and, like I said, it started out as a normal night. About three hours into it (around 11 pm), she and I were walking towards one another and we each felt…something. It froze us each in place. It was inside our heads, under our skins. This was the most powerful telepathic signal I had ever experienced. I looked at my roommate and saw that she was shaking. I walked up to her and she said, “I can hear him, too.” It wasn’t exactly a voice. It wasn’t a song. It was a vibration, but it wasn’t just a vibration. It was totally outside the realm of my experience.

We both sensed that it was male, whatever it was, and no human being that I have ever met, before that night or since, gives off this powerful of a vibe. It was utterly compelling, and we found ourselves listening for it. We knew he was coming closer, and we each felt that he was personally aware of us.

When he finally arrived, it was…strange…it was almost like no one else wanted to make eye contact with him, like people instinctively, subconsciously, recognized the power in this being and tried to step the hell out of his way. People didn’t run, they didn’t freeze, they just stepped away.

When his eyes met mine, it was like nothing I had ever experienced. He did not physically touch me or anyone else in that nightclub. I would guess that he was about two feet from me when he stopped in front of me. I have no idea how long I stood there, locked in that stare. It could have been seconds or years. Everything else vanished; I lost all awareness of where I was and anyone else but this other being. I could not tell you the specific color of his eyes, but I can tell you that they were dark and intense. He did not look “dead”. He didn’t “sparkle”. His skin, what I could see of it on his face and hands and throat, appeared to be in perfect condition, and was not unduly pale–I am whiter than that being’s skin was.

At one point, I remember forming the thought, “Vampire. He’s a vampire.” And hearing him laugh and knowing he had wordlessly replied, “Yes, yes, I am.” That seemed perfectly normal and entirely logical. He was minutely aware of me, but he wasn’t trying to intrude on my private thoughts; I had the sense that he was conveying a message to me, and I found myself thinking in reply, “Of course. I know. I know not now. I know what you’re telling me. I understand. I will see you at that time.”

And then he was gone.

We could hear (telepathically) and sense his departure, the growing distance between his location and ours. When I finally looked at my roommate again, she had turned a really sickly shade of green and was shaking. I asked her what was wrong, and she had difficulty pulling herself together enough to form thoughts and words, but eventually managed to describe a sensation that felt like a “jackhammer under my skin, in my bones, in my head” when she met his gaze. She said that she started feeling physically ill when she tried to communicate telepathically with him and felt that she had been clearly warned that he was not there to communicate with her.She said it was very clear to her that she was in his way and that he wanted to tell me something.

We asked everyone that we could in the nightclub if they had seen this man, and the most that anyone would say was that they had had an impression of “someone different, dark, scary” passing by them briefly. No one could remember any real specifics about this being, other than believing it was a male.

I wrote down all of the details I could recall immediately, on scraps of paper out in my car. My impression was of a male being–a vampire–with dark, intense eyes, medium-fair skin, long dark hair, medium build (neither bulky nor excessively lean) and no taller than 5?10?. Physically, he did not appear extremely young, but neither was he old; I would have guessed late thirties to early forties. His clothing was normal for the time, blue jeans, boots, long jacket, some kind of shirt that buttoned up the front. I could not see his ears to see if they were pierced, and I had the impression of a silver ring or two, but nothing excessive. Just normal appearance. I wrote down, “Old. His eyes were so old,” on those sheets of paper that I later tucked into the journal I kept at the time. I also wrote, “Know I will encounter him again, but not when or how. Felt no fear of him; [roommate's name] says he terrified her, though, and she was glad when she was ‘released’ from his presence.”

All I can tell you about that night is what I experienced, what I wrote down immediately after it happened, what I remember of it…I know of nothing that precipitated this event.

Sent in by Melissa, Copyright 2010