I had something like that once. I got real high one day and ran into this crazy, mentally disturbed guy in the middle of the night. At like 2 AM. It was only me, my friend, and him on the street. I tripped out and thought he was Satan's disciple. He had blood red eyes and pale, dead skin.

I feel a very strong spiritual connection with weed.

Anyways, I got real high again last week and I thought that I saw him stalking me home in a red SUV when I was walking home from my bus stop. I ran like hell to home, I damn near hopped a fence to make sure he didn't know where I live. I'm still not sure if it was really him or not. Probably not, because I ran into the guy in a place miles away from my house. Whenever I get high and walk home, I trip out when I see a red SUV following me.