I found to my surprise that a few people have had similar experiences regarding people with pitch black eyes. Unlike some, though, I didn’t feel a sense of dread or a feeling that I was about to die. I felt more an awareness and discomfort, like when you see someone advance angrily toward you only to walk past you.
Anyway, it was September 2, 2000, and one of the roles as an executive is you sometimes have to put in really late nights. My office was on the fifth floor and it was coming up to midnight. I was the only employee, as far as I knew, on the first five floors, apart from Ben, another fellow banker on my floor and Stan, who is a security officer.
The elevator stops at floor 2 and in comes a tall man with more or less a black crew cut. The first thing I did was open my mouth to ask what sector he was from and who gave him permission, but as I looked into his eyes they where entirely black. The pupils, the retinas everything. I remember not really being spooked about his eyes. To be honest, I just thought he might’ve had a disability in his eyes.
As the elevator slowly starts up moving back on route, he asked me where I was going, and I simply replied: Home.
He then asked why?
I more or less laughed and just said: I want to go to sleep and see my wife.
He then just mummered very softly, like he was talking to himself: It must be nice to have a home.
I figured he was just being friendly and that he must be renting. As we got to B1, I realized he hadn’t pushed the button on where he was going, so I asked: Where are you going?
To which he replied rather angrily looking at me with his creepy eyes: Nowhere.
At this point, the banker stated he ran to his car. When he looked behind him, he noticed the strange man in the elevator did not get out.
He continues on with his account:
Now the real freaky part. As I drove down the street, all the lights were out, and this is in Sydney, city of NSW.
Then I turn, and guess who is walking just ahead of the car, our favorite black eyed man. No need to say, I sped home, probably breaking five road laws. How could he have left the building and be ahead of me when he had no car, and went up to floor 6?
It gets weirder. On the videotapes and records, there shows no one using the elevator at that time apart from me.