[SIGHTING] Alici Rosse *Repost from 3.4.93*

[Stooge]

**Reposted from March 4, 1993 as is still relevant post wipe**

First Hand: This sighting happened both 12 years ago and 2 years ago, and I finally think I have found people who will take it seriously.

In 1981 I was 9 years old and spent a many afternoons in a local pizzeria in my neighborhood. I would rather not say where specifically because I don't know who is really reading this, but I will say it is in Manhattan and still is around today. It was a early in the evening/late afternoon in February, so not that late, and I was in there with some friends eating and taking turns on the Defender machine (I had the high score for like 6 months).

Anyway it was the same as any other night until this guy walked in and immediately the whole feeling of the shop changed. We didn't even see him come in, but we all turned, if you know the feeling. He had black hair and these weird small frame round glasses that you'd never seen anyone wear. He was dressed really fancy, but like he was some old movie star from the 30s.I wouldn't say it was creep in the moment, but it was like every time you looked away, I wanted to turn back and look again if that makes sense.

He looked around the place briefly and then said something in Italian that I didn't understand at the time. The owner there, who I had known all my life, went to the back quick as hell. A few long minutes of me and my friends looking back and forth from this guy to each other passed and the owner came out with a small pizza box. The guy took it, thanked him in Italian (that one I knew even then, my mother made sure) and then walked back out into the cold. He wasn't really dressed for it neither.

It was one of those things I would think about a lot for the weeks after, but then only every now and then to barely ever.

Ten years later I am working at that same pizzeria in my neighborhood on and off for about three years when I could (I make a fucking good pie believe me). One boring February afternoon, I hear the door open up, and that decade old feeling runs through my body again. I freeze for a moment but then turn around to see if it was what I thought and sure enough, not only is it the same fucking guy with the same weird glasses and the same old style, but I swear on my mother's life, he looked exactly the same.

I was the only one up front and as I walked forward to speak to him, the owner came up fast from the back and told me he would handle it. I couldn't stop staring at the guy so I kind of just stood there like an idiot. He smiled at the owner and ordered. I didn't know what he said ten years ago, btu I knew now and I know it as the same fucking order.

"Alici Rosse"

My boss nodded and walked to the back. There were a couple of kids and this divorced guy in the shop and they were staring, but now I was really alone at the counter with this guy. I tried not to look, but I did. It felt like we stood there for a fucking hour even though it had to be 2 minutes? I almost jumped when the silence broke and he said something to me in English, but with an Italian accent.

"All grown up I see."

My who fucking body seized up, and right as he finished the owner came back with a small pizza box and handed to him. The man thanked him in italian and walked out without giving me another glance.

I asked the owner about him later and he just kind of told me it was none of my business and waved me off. Said he was the friend of a relative from the old country. I only asked a few more times because he would just get angry, and I really only worked there for another 6 months after that.


But ever since then I just knew something weird is going on in this city and probably the whole world. Alici Rosse means Red Anchovies in italian, which is weird because I think there is a white and a blue one from what
I read, but no red? It really started me off looking into this shit for the past 4 years.

Sorry this got a lot longer than I thought, but I haven't been able to freely talk about this without thinking someone was going to tell me I am crazy or gay. Let me know if I did it wrong.

[Katat0nik]

I'm so glad you reposted this one Stooge. It still freezes my blood when I read it. Remember when you first posted it and everyone had to log off because of rule 5? Fuck. Never seen anything like it.

[PenOfDamocles]

That’s very unnerving. I’m presuming Alici Rosse was some sort of codename for something else. I’d have guessed drugs but the description of the gentleman, their ageless quality, the way they remembered and recognised you when there was no reason they should have… I wouldn’t want to hesitate a guess at who or what you encountered. Almost enough to put you off pizza. Almost.