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Discussion: Real Scary & Creepy Stories Thread
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Originally posted by BudBud
When I was 9, I had a friend spending the night one....night. It was super late and we were playing video games in the living room. I then suddenly got the feeling like we were being watched. I look to my right and there in the window, stood a man. I remember everything about him to this day. He was a white man. I could tell because he was wearing a short sleeved, dark blue t-shirt that had a little pocket on the chest. His arms were very hairy. He also worse black gloves and a black ski mask. He had his hands cupped on either side of his face, so as to block any glare from the street lights to get a better view of us.
I yelped and curled into a ball. My friend saw him and did the same thing. She asked me what were we gonna do. I said, "At the count of three, we're gonna run upstairs and get my dad." I got to two and took off. My friend was right behind me.
We barged into my dad's room and tell him what we saw. He leapt out of bed and ran outside, but the guy was gone.
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Originally posted by BudBud
When I was 9, I had a friend spending the night one....night. It was super late and we were playing video games in the living room. I then suddenly got the feeling like we were being watched. I look to my right and there in the window, stood a man. I remember everything about him to this day. He was a white man. I could tell because he was wearing a short sleeved, dark blue t-shirt that had a little pocket on the chest. His arms were very hairy. He also worse black gloves and a black ski mask. He had his hands cupped on either side of his face, so as to block any glare from the street lights to get a better view of us.
I yelped and curled into a ball. My friend saw him and did the same thing. She asked me what were we gonna do. I said, "At the count of three, we're gonna run upstairs and get my dad." I got to two and took off. My friend was right behind me.
We barged into my dad's room and tell him what we saw. He leapt out of bed and ran outside, but the guy was gone.
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This thread and MINKI and BudBud's stories on the last two pages
I was reminded of something that happened to me the other night.
Usually I walk my dog pretty late at night, usually around 10-11 pm, but sometimes I go later if I get busy with homework or something. One night I walked my dog around midnight. My neighborhood is kind of arranged in a loop and I live at the top of a steep hill. Beyond my neighborhood is pretty much open space with more hills beyond so it's common to see a lot of rabbits or other smaller animals that come down through the hill. When I walk my dog he usually perks up, gets excited, and stares down whatever small animal he senses and usually scares them away; but he also perks up whenever he sees any movement or person.
So I walked him around once and was walking up my street and the street light went out ahead of us (there's a couple that need to be replaced and they often click on and off when you walk by for whatever reason) . Neither one of us really cared and walked along as normal. But, a minute later, all of a sudden my dog perks up like he sees something and stares up at the other side of the street. I look up and had a pretty clear view, but there was nothing there. Then my dog starts getting more frantic and agitated and moving quickly right beside me, intently focused on the opposite side of the street immediately right next to us; something that he doesn't never does when he wants to chase after an animal because he will look back or forward or wherever the animal is and pull like he wants to take after it, instead he was keeping his distance, moving immediately next to me, and was dead focused directly across from where we were walking; but there was nothing moving there I could see or hear.
I tried to keep cool as much as possible and moved as far as I could from the other side of the street and started walking a little quicker. We got to the next street light which was turned on, and he immediately calmed and went about his walk like normal, didn't even look back like he always does when we pass by a person, dog, or rabbit he wants to see.
I got home closed and locked the door behind me and thought about what it could be that got him so agitated and nothing made sense. Nothing like that has ever happened before or sense
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Last night I was watching a movie, sitting on the couch, and all of a sudden I hear a click and the lights in the kitchen turned off, 2 seconds later I hear the light switch again and they come back on it's been quite a while since something like this happened
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The Tundra
The native villagers around these parts say that there’s a stretch of tundra just north of here that is occupied by benevolent spirits. These spirits grant insight and warning to whoever visits them at night, once the sun has disappeared entirely and left the world in jet darkness. I drove out to the middle of the frozen expanse of ice and waited, hoping to catch a glimpse of whatever commanded these people’s reverence. They send their children out, bundled in furs to keep from freezing, on the eve of their 15th birthday to seek an audience with these spirits. Once they have achieved this, the children run home to their parents to share the news. From then on these children are considered adults in the village. Engaged couples visit this tundra on the night before their wedding. The entire village stays up all night awaiting their return, as it is upon their return that the couple either decides to proceed with their marriage, or to abandon it. The elderly visit the tundra whenever they are sick or ailing, and often make their condition worse by staying all night in the cold. When they return, however, it is most often with an air of sheer serenity. So I waited, curious to see what phenomenon might inspire people so powerfully. I waited for hours, bundled in my parka and sitting on the hood of my pickup. I waited until I felt that I was going to freeze to death, even in my thick clothing. I heard the spirit before I saw it. A crunching of snow in the silence made me jump off my truck and spin around. A hunched, gray-skinned man stood a few meters away. Sad, yellowed eyes stared back at me, set inside a skull from which sprouted only a few greasy hairs. He breathed heavily, with a rattle that shook his fragile ribcage, and one of his arms looked as if it had been messily broken and then neglected, allowing it to knit back together imperfectly. Badly scarred flesh marred his splayed legs. The man stared at me for perhaps ten seconds, breathing in the frigid air and exhaling a sickly dribble of steam, before disappearing when I blinked my eyes. I spun around, looking for the man, but he was truly gone. Approaching where he had stood, I found a pair of bloody footprints in the snow. Frantic with fear, I got into my pickup and headed for the village as fast as the ice would allow. A few villagers were waiting for me when I arrived, knowing that I had gone out and curious as to what might happen. I hastily got out of my truck and, approaching the nearest villager, I demanded, “What is so benevolent about these spirits? What is so insightful? How do these spirits help you?” “What did you see?” he asked, the look on his face now mirroring the fear in mine. “I saw a man, horribly disfigured and desperately sick!” I screamed into his face, and the rest of the villagers around us backed away a step. “Why? What does that mean?” I begged him. “The spirits show only one thing,” the man explained. “They show their visitors, a year in the future.”
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Stairs
In 1984, there lived an old widowed lady by herself in a two story house who was completely immobile and bound to her wheelchair. Ever since the mysterious death of her husband, she required the aid of a carer who would visit her daily to help her with everyday tasks. What made it even more difficult, was the fact that the two floors of the house were only connected by an old staircase inside. When the old lady needed to move between the two, the carer would have to carry her frail body like an infant, up and down the stairs. One day the police received a call from the widow. There had been a murder.
Since police units were scarce at the time, and the murderer had already fled the scene, only one detective was sent out to conduct the initial crime scene report. He arrived to see the carer’s body splayed out on the floor with her vocal chords ripped out in a pool of blood on the first level of the house, with the old lady atop the staircase in her wheelchair watching him, still and silently, seemingly in shock. He could immediately rule her out as a suspect, due to her inability to move up and down the stairs, and because she was trapped up there the time the murder took place. It was similar to the death of her husband many years ago, who had suffocated in his sleep on the couch downstairs.
The detective put on his gloves, took photos, swabbed for evidence, and covered the body until the coroner arrived later – all routine business. He scoped the house downstairs for any clues, then asked the old lady if he could look upstairs. She insisted that she was upstairs the whole time and no one apart from her had been up there that day, but regardless of this the detective ascended the staircase to which she hesitantly moved aside.
Beyond the staircase, there was a narrow corridor, with three closed doors along it. He checked behind each of the doors, the empty bedroom – nothing, the bathroom- nothing. He became anxious as he slowly made his way to the final bedroom where the old lady slept. He opened it and everything looked normal. A bed, a wardrobe and a bedside table with a lamp. He checked every wall of the room in horror, as it was not what he discovered, but it was what he didn’t discover that made him stop dead in his tracks and slowly reach for his gun in its holster. It was a detail so minor that they had completely overlooked it on the last investigation of the husband’s death. There was no phone upstairs. He suddenly heard a noise as he withdrew his gun and rushed out of the room, only to find an empty wheelchair atop the stairs.
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Mess, i thought this was the creepy pasta thread, not the real stories one
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The creepiest stories I've come across are by far the sexual ones involving HIV positive men. Some deep web ****. There's actually a term for this type of ****, but it escapes me atm. But in most cases the HIV+ man tries to seduce and/or initiate sex with gay men or women in their teens/early to mid 20s and he basically lies to them about not having HIV so he can hit home base. These stories are always descriptive and these men are practically boasting proudly that they've spread the diseases to someone else. I kid you not, there was one where one man said something along the lines of "I'm ****ed the **** out of this flaming ****** and he's screaming in pleasure whilst I'm giving my disease to him like the worthless ****** he is".
Makes me sick to my stomach.
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Originally posted by DAP
The creepiest stories I've come across are by far the sexual ones involving HIV positive men. Some deep web ****. There's actually a term for this type of ****, but it escapes me atm. But in most cases the HIV+ man tries to seduce and/or initiate sex with gay men or women in their teens/early to mid 20s and he basically lies to them about not having HIV so he can hit home base. These stories are always descriptive and these men are practically boasting proudly that they've spread the diseases to someone else. I kid you not, there was one where one man said something along the lines of "I'm ****ed the **** out of this flaming ****** and he's screaming in pleasure whilst I'm giving my disease to him like the worthless ****** he is".
Makes me sick to my stomach.
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Yeah, I have come across a forum of this type once. Those guys are so proud to spread their poz to other people and call it a gift
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This thread needs a revival. None of my other experiences are as scary, but I can share later.
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Omg I'm glad your okay.... Anyways what's his Facebook lol
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I just now saw this
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Originally posted by BudBud
When I was 9, I had a friend spending the night one....night. It was super late and we were playing video games in the living room. I then suddenly got the feeling like we were being watched. I look to my right and there in the window, stood a man. I remember everything about him to this day. He was a white man. I could tell because he was wearing a short sleeved, dark blue t-shirt that had a little pocket on the chest. His arms were very hairy. He also worse black gloves and a black ski mask. He had his hands cupped on either side of his face, so as to block any glare from the street lights to get a better view of us.
I yelped and curled into a ball. My friend saw him and did the same thing. She asked me what were we gonna do. I said, "At the count of three, we're gonna run upstairs and get my dad." I got to two and took off. My friend was right behind me.
We barged into my dad's room and tell him what we saw. He leapt out of bed and ran outside, but the guy was gone.
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Originally posted by Bloomers
This thread and MINKI and BudBud's stories on the last two pages
I was reminded of something that happened to me the other night.
Usually I walk my dog pretty late at night, usually around 10-11 pm, but sometimes I go later if I get busy with homework or something. One night I walked my dog around midnight. My neighborhood is kind of arranged in a loop and I live at the top of a steep hill. Beyond my neighborhood is pretty much open space with more hills beyond so it's common to see a lot of rabbits or other smaller animals that come down through the hill. When I walk my dog he usually perks up, gets excited, and stares down whatever small animal he senses and usually scares them away; but he also perks up whenever he sees any movement or person.
So I walked him around once and was walking up my street and the street light went out ahead of us (there's a couple that need to be replaced and they often click on and off when you walk by for whatever reason) . Neither one of us really cared and walked along as normal. But, a minute later, all of a sudden my dog perks up like he sees something and stares up at the other side of the street. I look up and had a pretty clear view, but there was nothing there. Then my dog starts getting more frantic and agitated and moving quickly right beside me, intently focused on the opposite side of the street immediately right next to us; something that he doesn't never does when he wants to chase after an animal because he will look back or forward or wherever the animal is and pull like he wants to take after it, instead he was keeping his distance, moving immediately next to me, and was dead focused directly across from where we were walking; but there was nothing moving there I could see or hear.
I tried to keep cool as much as possible and moved as far as I could from the other side of the street and started walking a little quicker. We got to the next street light which was turned on, and he immediately calmed and went about his walk like normal, didn't even look back like he always does when we pass by a person, dog, or rabbit he wants to see.
I got home closed and locked the door behind me and thought about what it could be that got him so agitated and nothing made sense. Nothing like that has ever happened before or sense
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Originally posted by BadMonster
Last night I was watching a movie, sitting on the couch, and all of a sudden I hear a click and the lights in the kitchen turned off, 2 seconds later I hear the light switch again and they come back on it's been quite a while since something like this happened
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Originally posted by DAP
The creepiest stories I've come across are by far the sexual ones involving HIV positive men. Some deep web ****. There's actually a term for this type of ****, but it escapes me atm. But in most cases the HIV+ man tries to seduce and/or initiate sex with gay men or women in their teens/early to mid 20s and he basically lies to them about not having HIV so he can hit home base. These stories are always descriptive and these men are practically boasting proudly that they've spread the diseases to someone else. I kid you not, there was one where one man said something along the lines of "I'm ****ed the **** out of this flaming ****** and he's screaming in pleasure whilst I'm giving my disease to him like the worthless ****** he is".
Makes me sick to my stomach.
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Originally posted by Eternium
When I was 12, I made my first Facebook. I included my real name, phone number (I inherited my grandma's phone number when she died because my mom wanted to keep our consecutive end numbers), address, etc. I mainly used it to play games. After uploading my first picture, a sexy guy added me. He must have been in his early 20s. He started messaging me and told me he was gay, worked for EA Sports, was afraid coming out would cost him his job, etc. I remember being blown away that he added me and checked his pictures to confirm he was real. He had like 200+ photos and was painfully sexy. He was one of the first people I could talk about gay issues with and so we spoke very often.
Fast forward a couple of months, and he invites me on one of his trips to Chicago. He started getting sexual with me and the idea excited me, but I knew I couldn't just up and go to Chicago with a random man no matter how sexy he was. He started saying things about how he'd want to bang me on the way there while I wore nylon stockings and had a weird fetish for that. I knew it was wrong to even consider going anywhere with a pedophile and didn't want to get beheaded, so I rejected him. Eventually, he stopped sending me messages and forget all about me.
A couple weeks later, right before his Chicago trip, a car pulls up outside my house. I never told him where I lived and hadn't talked to him in months, but I knew it was him. My house has a HUGE set of windows and he looked in right at me (he was soooooo sexy and fit). I ran to the kitchen, grabbed my fattest knife and ongest knife (I used to practice for emergencies because I lived in the hood. I then ran in to the bathroom, closed and locked the door, barricaded the door and took a towel and covered myself in the tub so I wouldn't be visible. I heard him walk around my house and knew he was looking in my windows. He started screaming my name and I was so grateful for my knives. Then, he started calling me. I knew he could hear my phone from outside because he yelled that he could and I started to cry. He said he would come inside. My family locks all of our doors but our front door. He would have no problem coming in. Everything was deadsilent and I could hear him stepping up my ancient front steps. My dog, an obese, old dog, finally started barking and went crazy. He must not have thought I was worth it (I'm cute, I swear) so he finally left. I cried for like two hours in that bathroom until my family came home. Now I have a thing for daddies but I'm probably too old for his sexy, crazy butt.
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Originally posted by BadMonster
Last night I was watching a movie, sitting on the couch, and all of a sudden I hear a click and the lights in the kitchen turned off, 2 seconds later I hear the light switch again and they come back on it's been quite a while since something like this happened
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So, as a continuation, last night I was home alone. It was around 10pm, I'm watching tv, trying to relax after a week of hard work. Suddenly I feel cold air close to me and my legs are geting chilly, so I was wondering wether to turn on the heating for an hour or so, but then all of a sudden I hear this loud ass music and voices blasting from the iPad, which was in a closed cover, hadn't been touched in hours, and was lying in the middle of the table I opened it and saw that a video of a commercial had started playing
I've had strange stuff happen in the past, but never like this, where it actually goes cold etc
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Originally posted by BadMonster
So, as a continuation, last night I was home alone. It was around 10pm, I'm watching tv, trying to relax after a week of hard work. Suddenly I feel cold air close to me and my legs are geting chilly, so I was wondering wether to turn on the heating for an hour or so, but then all of a sudden I hear this loud ass music and voices blasting from the iPad, which was in a closed cover, hadn't been touched in hours, and was lying in the middle of the table I opened it and saw that a video of a commercial had started playing
I've had strange stuff happen in the past, but never like this, where it actually goes cold etc
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Originally posted by Alexis Neiers
can we post random scary stories? bc this creeps the **** out of me
"About five years ago I lived downtown in a major city in the US. I've always been a night person, so I would often find myself bored after my roommate, who was decidedly not a night person, went to sleep. To pass the time, I used to go for long walks and spend the time thinking.
I spent four years like that, walking alone at night, and never once had a reason to feel afraid. I always used to joke with my roommate that even the drug dealers in the city were polite. But all of that changed in just a few minutes of one evening.
It was a Wednesday, somewhere between one and two in the morning, and I was walking near a police patrolled park quite a ways from my apartment. It was a quiet night, even for a week night, with very little traffic and almost no one on foot. The park, as it was most nights, was completely empty.
I turned down a short side street in order to loop back to my apartment when I first noticed him. At the far end of the street, on my side, was the silhouette of a man, dancing. It was a strange dance, similar to a waltz, but he finished each "box" with an odd forward stride. I guess you could say he was dance-walking, headed straight for me.
Deciding he was probably drunk, I stepped as close as I could to the road to give him the majority of the sidewalk to pass me by. The closer he got, the more I realized how gracefully he was moving. He was very tall and lanky, and wearing an old suit. He danced closer still, until I could make out his face. His eyes were open wide and wild, head tilted back slightly, looking off at the sky. His mouth was formed in a painfully wide cartoon of a smile. Between the eyes and the smile, I decided to cross the street before he danced any closer.
I took my eyes off of him to cross the empty street. As I reached the other side, I glanced back... and then stopped dead in my tracks. He had stopped dancing and was standing with one foot in the street, perfectly parallel to me. He was facing me but still looking skyward. Smile still wide on his lips.
I was completely and utterly unnerved by this. I started walking again, but kept my eyes on the man. He didn't move.
Once I had put about half a block between us, I turned away from him for a moment to watch the sidewalk in front of me. The street and sidewalk ahead of me were completely empty. Still unnerved, I looked back to where he had been standing to find him gone. For the briefest of moments I felt relieved, until I noticed him. He had crossed the street, and was now slightly crouched down. I couldn't tell for sure due to the distance and the shadows, but I was certain he was facing me. I had looked away from him for no more than 10 seconds, so it was clear that he had moved fast.
I was so shocked that I stood there for some time, staring at him. And then he started moving toward me again. He took giant, exaggerated tip toed steps, as if he were a cartoon character sneaking up on someone. Except he was moving very, very quickly.
I'd like to say at this point I ran away or pulled out my pepper spray or my cellphone or anything at all, but I didn't. I just stood there, completely frozen as the smiling man crept toward me.
And then he stopped again, about a car length away from me. Still smiling his smile, still looking to the sky.
When I finally found my voice, I blurted out the first thing that came to mind. What I meant to ask was, "What the **** do you want?!" in an angry, commanding tone. What came out was a whimper, "What the fuu…?"
Regardless of whether or not humans can smell fear, they can certainly hear it. I heard it in my own voice, and that only made me more afraid. But he didn't react to it at all. He just stood there, smiling.
And then, after what felt like forever, he turned around, very slowly, and started dance-walking away. Just like that. Not wanting to turn my back to him again, I just watched him go, until he was far enough away to almost be out of sight. And then I realized something. He wasn't moving away anymore, nor was he dancing. I watched in horror as the distant shape of him grew larger and larger. He was coming back my way. And this time he was running.
I ran too.
I ran until I was off of the side road and back onto a better lit road with sparse traffic. Looking behind me then, he was nowhere to be found. The rest of the way home, I kept glancing over my shoulder, always expecting to see his stupid smile, but he was never there.
I lived in that city for six months after that night, and I never went out for another walk. There was something about his face that always haunted me. He didn't look drunk, he didn't look high. He looked completely and utterly insane. And that's a very, very scary thing to see."
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Should I read these at this hour
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Please keep moving this thread cuz it's LIFE!
I have many stories but let me tell this one real quick. Its not creepy by any means but its just weird.
One time I went to my uni's library and somehow I managed to lost my wallet there and I didnt realise until I got home. On the wallet I have this huge Born this Way and Lady GaGa writing by eraser pen. A few days later I got a text message to my phone. It says
"Hi. Don't ever lose your wallet again. Its important to you, go to the library where you study and ask the staff to get it back"
The weird thing is, there were no number which sent the text to me. It has a name and it was... Lady GaGa who sent the text. But I never saved anything under 'Lady GaGa' in my contact, so how it appeared as Lady GaGa ??? There was no number, just the name. I was unable to text it back because there was no number. The next day I went to the library and they had no idea who returned it.
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Originally posted by Alexis Neiers
can we post random scary stories? bc this creeps the **** out of me
"About five years ago I lived downtown in a major city in the US. I've always been a night person, so I would often find myself bored after my roommate, who was decidedly not a night person, went to sleep. To pass the time, I used to go for long walks and spend the time thinking.
I spent four years like that, walking alone at night, and never once had a reason to feel afraid. I always used to joke with my roommate that even the drug dealers in the city were polite. But all of that changed in just a few minutes of one evening.
It was a Wednesday, somewhere between one and two in the morning, and I was walking near a police patrolled park quite a ways from my apartment. It was a quiet night, even for a week night, with very little traffic and almost no one on foot. The park, as it was most nights, was completely empty.
I turned down a short side street in order to loop back to my apartment when I first noticed him. At the far end of the street, on my side, was the silhouette of a man, dancing. It was a strange dance, similar to a waltz, but he finished each "box" with an odd forward stride. I guess you could say he was dance-walking, headed straight for me.
Deciding he was probably drunk, I stepped as close as I could to the road to give him the majority of the sidewalk to pass me by. The closer he got, the more I realized how gracefully he was moving. He was very tall and lanky, and wearing an old suit. He danced closer still, until I could make out his face. His eyes were open wide and wild, head tilted back slightly, looking off at the sky. His mouth was formed in a painfully wide cartoon of a smile. Between the eyes and the smile, I decided to cross the street before he danced any closer.
I took my eyes off of him to cross the empty street. As I reached the other side, I glanced back... and then stopped dead in my tracks. He had stopped dancing and was standing with one foot in the street, perfectly parallel to me. He was facing me but still looking skyward. Smile still wide on his lips.
I was completely and utterly unnerved by this. I started walking again, but kept my eyes on the man. He didn't move.
Once I had put about half a block between us, I turned away from him for a moment to watch the sidewalk in front of me. The street and sidewalk ahead of me were completely empty. Still unnerved, I looked back to where he had been standing to find him gone. For the briefest of moments I felt relieved, until I noticed him. He had crossed the street, and was now slightly crouched down. I couldn't tell for sure due to the distance and the shadows, but I was certain he was facing me. I had looked away from him for no more than 10 seconds, so it was clear that he had moved fast.
I was so shocked that I stood there for some time, staring at him. And then he started moving toward me again. He took giant, exaggerated tip toed steps, as if he were a cartoon character sneaking up on someone. Except he was moving very, very quickly.
I'd like to say at this point I ran away or pulled out my pepper spray or my cellphone or anything at all, but I didn't. I just stood there, completely frozen as the smiling man crept toward me.
And then he stopped again, about a car length away from me. Still smiling his smile, still looking to the sky.
When I finally found my voice, I blurted out the first thing that came to mind. What I meant to ask was, "What the **** do you want?!" in an angry, commanding tone. What came out was a whimper, "What the fuu…?"
Regardless of whether or not humans can smell fear, they can certainly hear it. I heard it in my own voice, and that only made me more afraid. But he didn't react to it at all. He just stood there, smiling.
And then, after what felt like forever, he turned around, very slowly, and started dance-walking away. Just like that. Not wanting to turn my back to him again, I just watched him go, until he was far enough away to almost be out of sight. And then I realized something. He wasn't moving away anymore, nor was he dancing. I watched in horror as the distant shape of him grew larger and larger. He was coming back my way. And this time he was running.
I ran too.
I ran until I was off of the side road and back onto a better lit road with sparse traffic. Looking behind me then, he was nowhere to be found. The rest of the way home, I kept glancing over my shoulder, always expecting to see his stupid smile, but he was never there.
I lived in that city for six months after that night, and I never went out for another walk. There was something about his face that always haunted me. He didn't look drunk, he didn't look high. He looked completely and utterly insane. And that's a very, very scary thing to see."
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Scared the ****ing crap out of me. Had to turn a light on.
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This was probably 6 or 7 years ago. At my grandparents old house they had two big windows in the kitchen that you could see into the backyard. For whatever reason they never had blinds on them. They did have curtains but my grandma always left them open during the day to let light in. At night if the curtains were open and you had the kitchen light on it was hard to see out the windows. Well I remember one night I went to the kitchen to get something to drink. I had the lights on and the curtains were still open. Them being open never really bothered me until that night.
I got my drink turned away from the windows, turned the light off and started to walk out of the kitchen into the dining room. I stopped and went back for something I can't remember what, but before I got to the light switch I looked at the windows and saw someone standing there outside. I couldn't really see their face but I saw the outline of them. I froze their for a few seconds, he didn't move. Then I ran to my grandparents room which wasn't far from the kitchen got them and when they got to the kitchen no one was there. My grandpa even went outside and made sure no one was there. Still freaks me out. I hate going by windows at night and they must have the blinds closed and curtains on them.
Once at that house too some random guy (could be the same guy from the other story for all I know ) was in our pool. I remember that night looking out my window from upstairs for some reason and seeing some guy just sitting their in the middle of our pool. My grandparents weren't home it was just me and my little brother so I just made sure the doors were all locked and went back to my room and watched TV.
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