Creep By The Pool

Growing up, i lived in a very populated suburban town, well known, well respected, middle upper class area. One day, i was maybe a 6 or 7 yesr old boy, and it was real hot, my mom was at work so my grandfather decided to take me to the pool because i kept asking.

I began swimming and just running around, trying to have fun. Ufortunately i didnt have many friends so it ended up just me while my grandfather was laying down in a chair. I saw these people playing with weighted rings, and i was itruiged. One of them, Ill never forget how he looked, this tall, kinda chubby but still lanky ginger guy about 19 with curly as hell hair, head, back and chest. He told me to swim down to the bottom and grab some rings for him, and i did thinking nothing of it. An older kid being nice to the younger kid. Sure, innocent enough.

It started to get weird when he said i should go down and see how long i can stay by the bottom. I hadnt read Chuck Palanhuik's story guts by this age but pool depths had always given me the creeps. The way he said this, too, it was just, really casual yet extremley offputting at the same time. I was adverse to it but he kept sayin i should and how he does it all the time. I just sorta dived down and swam away, to the shallow end, then came up. I sat there for a minute, and hung out by the younger kids. All of which were too cool to talk to me or i was too shy to initiate conversation. A mix of both, probably. I was still pretty new in town having moved there halfway through first grade.

I caught this guy glancing over several times. I had to pee, i cant remember out of nervousness or from swallowing so much pool water. Either way, I had to go. So i got out and went to the bathroom.

This is where it gets worse.

This guy came in right behind me, and went to the urinal next to me, me being at the shortest, him at middle, leaving far left open, and the two empty stalls. I remember there being barriers, yet he stood far enough back when he dropped trou' to piss, which he dropped to about mid thigh, which i found unsettling considering i was about 7 and i didnt even do that anymore.

Being the hip to stuff youngster i was, this put me so far on edge. The comments he made about his balls being itchy and casually talking about his gens next to a 7 year old didnt help either. As soon as i was done I absolutely BOLTED out of there, jumped in the water and swam over in front of my grandfather and said that i was ready to go. He was kind of confused, as this had only been about 20 minutes in, but id said i was tired, and wanted to go sleep. He mustve figured i was just actually tired because i was a kid. I never ended up telling him because of whatever reasons. More than likely because i didnt want him to feel responsible for what almost or couldve happened. He was my hero and i looked up to my grandfather all my life. Still do to this day, god rest his soul. To this day, as a 20 year old, i still piss in the stall before urinals out of ptsd from that. Sounds stupid, i know. But i cant shake the underlying creeped out factor.

So, Creepy as hell Ginger man from the pool, Lets not meet, ever ever EVER again.