This morning as we were exiting the house, I noticed a car rounding our small cul-de-sac. When I pulled out of the driveway I saw that it was parked in front of my neighbor’s house on the corner. The driver, a young black man, was using a cell phone. I made eye contact with the stranger and noted the gleam of his gold teeth in the moonlight as I passed by.
I thought it was strange being that it was pretty early in the morning for a random stranger to be parked on our little street. I reached for my cell phone so that I could call my neighbor and realized that I left it on the nightstand. Thus I reversed back and retrieved my phone and set the alarm. I considered calling the police but decided against it. After all, streets are public domains and being creepy is not necessarily a punishable crime. The stranger was still parked out front and stared at me as I slowly passed him again. I tried to get the license plate number, but it was too dark. I think the car was a Chevy Lumina.
Maybe I am just paranoid. He could have been lost and was calling someone to get directions. I don’t know his reason for being there, but I do know it left me with an ominous feeling.