I could feel it from a block away, this extremely negative feeling, physically, and a growing fear, both of which are uncommon for me. As I rounded a building that brought me into a direct line of sight with it, absolute panic hit me, as well as an overwhelming weakness, like I was about to drop. It looked like a Creole woman, mid 20s, wearing a red evening dress, sitting on the stairs to the apartment building I lived in. Rather, it was a large, very old home that had been divided into many small apartments, and the front stairs were always covered in homeless people, usually fighting. Extremely bad neighborhood, tons of violence and robberies, middle of the night. But that night there was only that thing and me. I lived there nearly a year and that's the only time I ever saw it empty on that block. So not only was she extremely out of place, but the way my body and mind reacted to looking at it was unlike anything I've ever experienced. I'm a large man, I've been in prison, at the time I had been a bouncer for nearly a decade, and am a boxer. What I was seeing and what I was feeling in no way correlated. It was fucked. After a moment I turned and actually ran as fast as I could back towards the cbd where I sat in a diner waiting till sunup. I was not on drugs, and can only assume I didn't have a mental episode because again, I've never had a moment like this before or since. Objectively I understand that it may be hard for others to believe or relate to, but as a first-hand experience it leaves zero doubt for me that that thing was absolutely not a human, my 'energy' or 'life force' was being sucked out of me, and that I was as close to death by predation as I've ever been. It fucks with me to this day. And for some reason, the concept of 'vampire' makes the most sense in my mind.