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."
Last week, it was early in the morning and my Dad was laying in his bed and had just barely woken up. He heard someone in the kitchen opening those Top Ramen Noodle Cups and heard slippers dragging/walking on the kitchen floor. He thought it was my little sister and was like "Can you make
me one please!!". Nobody answered back so he went to the kitchen and NOBODY was there!! He went to my sister's room and she was deep asleep. That week, my neighbor, who lived in the neighborhood longer, told us a little girl died in our house in the kitchen.
The day we bought the house, and before we knew about the little girl, there was a girly room with pink walls and flowers, which is now my room since I remodeled it and painted the walls. And now that I know about the little girl.....
Omg. One time I was at work and I was sitting at my desk facing the computer.
It was around 3am and everything was so quiet. I turned around for the sake of it and caught a heavy roll of paper towels sliding across in front of me from another desk. I stood up and pushed it back to it's regular position. I wasn't scared, just found it odd. It then started moving again and I pushed it back! And then it stopped. Now remember, these aren't those thin kitchen paper towels, these are those heavy block ones like bigger size they use in public restrooms!!! No earthquakes or anything that night either!
That same night, my co-worker said her clipboard moved!! We weren't in the same room together either! We both freaked out after telling each other and seeing we expierienced similar situations!
On one occasion I've experienced Sleep Paralysis. This is exactly how I felt:
I was sleeping face-down and heard someone opening my door and thought it was my mother but it wasn't her cause then that thing, which was all black, put its knees on my back and I couldn't say a word or even breath. After a few minutes I managed to scream: Mummm! It was really scary! Then I woke up and the door hadn't been opened it was closed.
I have had sleep paralysis twice in my life. I used to have really bad nightmares and my brother has a temper. When spending the night at his house on the couch one night, I woke up to him choking me. I couldn't scream or fight him off and knew I was dying. Light headed , I woke up. I was covered in sweat. Sleep paralysis causes you to think someone is in the room and I had actually been suffocating myself to correspond with my nightmare. I have never been so freaked out before.
This is my experience, but it happened while I was half asleep so idk
In August of 2011 my entire family (cousins and grandparents included) went to Israel for a few weeks along with my grandmother's temple group, where we all followed an itinerary. This time, we were supposed to spend the entire day and night at a Bedouin tent in the middle of the desert. The males and females were separated into different sections(I'm a girl), and I decided to sleep beside my cousin and this girl who was on the trip with us. We were all to sleep in tiny mattresses right beside each other. So in the middle of the night I wake up abruptly for no reason. I turn over to face the entrance if the tent when I see a black figure of a man standing above me. I try to kick it (lol) but all I felt was air. I turned to try and wake up my cousin but she wouldn't budge, and the figure wouldn't disappear so I basically forced myself to sleep. No one believed me
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.
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.
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.
OMG sis
This is why kids need to stay away from the internet
Luckily you had a dog, it must have scared him a little bit
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.
OMG! sis you were brave! If that had happened to me I would probably be still crying.
OMG sis
This is why kids need to stay away from the internet
Luckily you had a dog, it must have scared him a little bit
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Originally posted by Elvenpath
OMG! sis you were brave! If that had happened to me I would probably be still crying.
Thank you Really, I was stupid and let myself get too close to a pedophile just for the sake of wanting a gay friend. I'm glad he didn't come in because I had my knives ready Hahaha
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.
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.
A couple years ago me and my family rented a cottage in Muskoka (a secluded "cottage country" area in Ontario, Canada). We rented it for the week and we were the only ones staying on the property, other than the owner who we had met earlier in the week. We went in to the owner's house when we checked into the cottage and she had so many weird things in her house, like little tiny skulls and locks of hair hanging on strings from the ceilings One night we were all sitting at a bonfire and on the other side of the property we saw the owner of the cottage digging with a shovel. We didn't think anything of it but the next day we went on a walk around the property and we saw where the owner had been digging the hole. There were flowers planted around it with a little rock marking the spot where the hole had been dug (you could tell there had been a hole dug because the soil on top looked fresh)
We rented a different cottage in Muskoka earlier this summer and the cottage that we stayed at with the creepy owner has been boarded up and the property has been blocked off
Really, I was stupid and let myself get too close to a pedophile just for the sake of wanting a gay friend. I'm glad he didn't come in because I had my knives ready Hahaha