Tommy Wolfe and I were both 9-years-old when we first had an encounter with the Red Faced Man. We were watching a movie at the Joyo Theater in Havelock, when we heard a noise behind us. We glanced back and found ourselves peering directly into the dark eyes of the Red Faced Man!
When we got to my black Schwin bike outside, the Red Faced Man followed us. When we climbed on my bike to ride double down the street, the Man ran to catch us. We lost him near Ballard pool and when we got to Tom’s drive- way, I tossed my bike down in the yard and we ran into the breezeway of the Wolfe’s house on 68th and Colfax.
Moments later, the Red Faced Man walked by the house, the cherry on his cigarette illuminating his homely face. He stared down at my bike, and then his eyes drifted up to the house. Inside the breezeway, Tom and I held our breath for he appeared to be peering directly at us, though we stood concealed by the darkness surrounding us. The Red Faced Man tossed his smoke down by my bike and continued on down the street, disappearing into the night.
Two days later, Tom and I found the police investigating a window peeker incident two houses from my house. The neighbor lady reported that she had looked up at her bedroom window and she saw the red cherry of a cigarette on the outside of her screen. She screamed and the window peeker ran, but he left behind burn marks from his cigarette in the center of the lady’s window screen!
Tom and I knew it was the Red Faced Man, and we tried to convince our moms. However, my mom simply said it was my wild imagination. Three nights later, she drove down to the Safeway Store, parking in what is now Misty’s Steak House parking lot. While she went inside the store, she left me sleeping in the car, with the windows up and the doors locked.
When I woke up, I found myself looking directly up at the Red Faced Man! I screamed and he ran! When my mom got out to the car, I was in hysterics. In fact, she had to take me to the emergency ward where they gave me a shot in the butt to calm me down. When the nurse asked what had brought this on, my mom said, “Oh, he keeps seeing this Red Faced Man every where. It’s his imagination, just like the white tigers he swore he saw roaming our neighborhood a year ago.”
Yes, I did say I saw white tigers, but that is because stupid Timmy Shepherd scared the crap out of me by telling me about them. Now the white tigers I never did see, but I for sure saw the Red Faced Man.
To be continued . . .