User:Paulevans243

Hi, I am Paul Evans, a former untouchable researcher. I was born in New York in 1975. When I was 16, I went on a vacation to California, where I experienced a real urban legend - an untouchable.

It all started when I checked into my hotel. The doorman looked strange - he seemed to be somewhere in his 80s, and he strangely wore a gas mask. I asked if there was a leak, but his answer was, "Nope, just sick with the flu." My first thought was me wondering why he's working while sick. Then I remembered how awkward his voice was.

As I went to my room and unpacked my bags, I decided to visit the beach for a while. While I was there, I swore I saw the strange doorman in a golf cart. This was strange because he was out of uniform, and I had just seen him around 5 minutes ago when I left the hotel.

Later that evening, I went fishing at the pier. I saw the doorman once again, gutting a fish at the opposite end. I ignored him. That's when it happened - as I went to cast my rod, something shoved me over the dock and straight into the ocean. I made my way up the ladder on the side, outraged. Nobody seemed to notice I fell in, though. I glanced where the doorman was, but he was gone.

I went back to the hotel (greeted by the doorman) and went to my room. I researched a little about entities, when I came over an article about untouchables. I was fascinated, and I decided to learn more.

I made many trips back to California and surrounding states. I eventually retired from this as I had grown bored, but I still continue my research. To this day, I still think the doorman wad an untouchable. He was the one who shoved me. Perhaps he's switched souls by now, though. I continously update this article as I learn more. I am still awaiting my encounter with another untouchable here in Indiana, where I have moved to.