I'm standing at the Redbox at the 711 on 13th and 8th south, perusing the selection, minding my own business. I was debating if I really wanted to get Prince of Persia. Is Jake Gyllenhall really worth the $1+? I decided it was. As I'm waiting for my movies of choice to "vend" (Redbox term) I hear loud...really loud rap music pouring out of a red Explorer. I look over my shoulder, a normal reaction when one hears such loud music in such close proximity. Walking...or rather strutting, into the 711 is the scariest looking man I have ever seen in my entire life. He looked like he had just walked out of...I don't know what - something really scary. I had been planing on going into the 711 to get a box of Junior Mints or possibly some Swedish Fish. BUT as the scary, scary man walked by me and my blood literally turned cold and my heart started to race, the thought entered my mind. Leave. Get in your car and leave. Just as I was walking to my car he walked out of the 711 and watched me walk to me car. I had to make myself walk calmly to my car. I very calmly (at least tried to) got into my car and resisted the urge to peel out of the parking lot. I had a minor heart attack when I saw him get out of his car and head down the same direction on 800 South. Nothing happened but it seriously freaked me out. I'll be the first to admit that I have an over active imagination. I once was house sitting in California and called my older brother in Utah at 2am (California time) because I heard a thump in the house and was convinced someone was trying to get in the house. However, I have never before in my entire life been so terrified, and I've taken on a Semi and lived to tell the tail!