11 TRUE SCARY STORIES [Compilation Vol.21]

this happened about six years ago in the early hours of my 20th birthday at the time i had been working as a carpet cleaner it's also important to know that i am a six foot male and at the time i weighed about 210 pounds by nature i'm an extremely cautious individual also in the particular area i worked in there was a lot of gang activity it was about 6 pm when i got a call from one of the head carpet cleaning techs he explained that he couldn't do the late job that he was scheduled for which was at 11 p.m because his pregnant wife might have been going into labor and he had to go to the hospital seeing as i was broke i told him that i would cover for him they made it back to our shop at around 2 15 a.m i got the truck ready for the other guys who would be taking it out in a few hours and i headed home around 2 45 a.m i had worked nearly 20 hours straight at this point and i had a 45 minute drive home i lived out in the middle of nowhere being exhausted and barely able to keep my eyes open i decided to stop at a gas station and grab an energy drink when i pulled in i noticed a black buick sitting in the far corner of the gas station parking lot i didn't think much of it perhaps it was just the attendant's car i went in got my drink and left i had a gut feeling that something was wrong and i began to check behind me to see if anyone was tailing me i saw a pair of headlights in the distance gaining on me fast deciding that i needed to confirm my suspicion before taking any drastic measures i continued to drive while keeping my eye on the headlights in my rear view mirror i was about two miles from home and still being tailed by the headlights that's when i decided to take a detour after about 10 minutes of maneuvering on back roads i knew that things were getting serious as the headlights followed me every which way my little four-cylinder saturn was too slow to get away now fearing for my life i knew i had to try and take control of the situation as well as not leading my pursuers to my home where my sister and her two-month-old son were staying at the time at the next stop sign i put my car in park placed my 12-inch military grade knife up my left jacket sleeve and grab the pistol i keep in my car for protection i prayed that i would not have to use them i then stepped out of my car as i did the car that had been following me came to a screeching halt and four men exited the vehicle it was then that i recognized that it was the same black buick from the gas station as the men climbed out the moonlight revealed that one of them had been carrying a large chain and the others were armed with a baseball bat a tire iron and the one who i assume was their leader had an axe seeing this and making sure to keep my pistol out of any light that might have glinted off the side i asked is there a problem one of the men responded you're about to die boy it was at that moment that i realized this was some kind of gang initiation i dropped the knife from my sleeve gripping it in my left hand while backing behind my open car door trying to at least limit the directions they could attack me from seeing the knife in my attempt to put something between me and them they laughed and one of them said to another this [ __ ] thinks he can beat us with a little knife as they approach to my car i pulled the gun out and fired a warning shot at the leader's feet the hardcore badasses quickly turned into scared little rabbits and were now hightailing it back to their car i yelled after them you idiots picked the wrong guy to mess with now get the hell out of here before i put a bullet in your ass they all fumbled back into the car and hold ass as they sped away i was able to get a plate number and called the police after getting off the phone with the operator i got back into my car i made it home at around 4am and passed out when i woke up a few hours later i called the police station to see if they had any leads it turns out that the car was stolen and they were unable to locate it as far as i know the car has never been found and the four hoodlums were never caught i'm telling this story on behalf of my departed grandmother truth often times is stranger than fiction and this story has been passed down through our family for years it served as a reminder that you can never be too careful i don't know the exact year but this took place during the 1950s when my grandmother was in her 20s and living in a very rural area of kansas at the time she had already given birth to my mother however she claimed to be stepping out on my grandfather with another woman i have no idea if that's actually true but i don't see why she will lie on one stormy night my grandmother left her daughter with her mother and drove out to her girlfriend's house according to her the two of them had planned to get drunk and listened to some records she arrived at the dark farmhouse in the pouring rain and knocked on the front door but did not get a response back then when plans changed he mostly didn't find out until it was too late you couldn't send a text message or even call whenever you wanted figuring that something had happened my grandmother decided to spend the night in the empty house anyways so she didn't have to drive back in the pouring rain she began to search for a spare key she went around to the back of the house the wind tearing at her coat and nearly knocking her over she reached the back porch and continued to search for the spare key apparently it wasn't in its normal spot so she sat on the somewhat sheltered back porch behind a pile of firewood she said that her being too stubborn to go back home was what likely saved her life that night she lit up a cigarette and sat smoking for an uncertain amount of time she didn't want to break into her girlfriend's house but she also didn't want to go back out in the rain and return to her car and drive back in these conditions which had only gotten worse she stated that lightning was crisscrossing all around the sky and the wind was making the wooden fence lean at a sharp angle she then saw light coming from inside the house it wasn't the light of a lamp or anything it was a beam of light that flashed quickly figuring that her friend had returned home she stood and pressed her face to the window she didn't knock or call out because she figured that the noise from the storm would just drown her out so she just waited to be spotted by the window the flashlight disappeared into the other room and after another moment she caught the sight of a man she didn't know moving around way too slowly to be someone who knew the layout of the house she only caught a quick glimpse of him in the darkness but she saw enough to know that it wasn't a member of her girlfriend's family she thought it could have been a neighbor that she didn't know but his suspicious behavior was making her uneasy so she ducked down and decided to wait for a while despite the raging storm after a while of hiding crouched beneath the window she would occasionally see the flashlight beam dance across the back porch from one of the inside windows she figured if it was someone who was supposed to be there they would have either turned on a light or at the very least would have stopped wandering around so slowly as if they were looking for something after what she suspects was a few minutes the door to the back porch opened and the stranger stepped outside and shined the light across the length of the porch including the wood pile which fortunately prevented her from being seen she stayed hidden and after another brief sweep with a flashlight the person went back inside the stranger could have easily found her had he decided to be more thorough but she figured he doubted that anyone would be hiding there given how rough the weather was she heard the door slam again and the stranger disappeared back inside the house she peeked in through the window and watched as the man went upstairs she waited in apprehension until he came back down to the ground floor still carefully shining the flashlight around he eventually wandered over to the front of the house she then heard the front door slammed shut afraid that he may walk around the perimeter of the house and find her she emerged from her hiding place and opened the back door which was now unlocked she carefully made her way inside and locked the door behind her without turning on any lights she ran to the front door and locked it as well before looking out to the front yard she didn't spot the intruder anywhere shivering she locked herself in the downstairs bathroom and covered herself up with towels she was very aware that the man could potentially still be in the house or even have his own key after she dried herself off she risked a quick run up the stairs and locked herself in her friend's bedroom she tried the light in the bedroom for a split second just to see if the power was out it wasn't she then laid down on the bed exhausted she nearly drifted off when a blinding flash came from outside followed by a thunderous crackling it jolted her for a moment but rational thought prevailed one of the old trees out front must have been struck by lightning she then fell asleep the following day she got up and searched the house in the daylight there were still no signs of her girlfriend or her family anywhere she called her mother and then the police an officer arrived a short while later and she explained everything that happened the night before she was still unable to get a hold of her friend the officer acknowledged that it may have been someone with permission to be in the house but decided to take a look around anyway after a while he called to my grandmother he asked my grandmother to describe what the stranger from the night before had been wearing but she couldn't recall with any real certainty as it had been pretty dark apparently a body was discovered in the tall grass of the front yard my grandmother's girlfriend returned home after the body had been removed from the property she had been stranded several towns over the night before because of the road being washed out by the storm the corpse was a man who had been an older friend of the family but someone who most definitely did not have permission to be in their house alone as predicted what had killed him was a bolt of lightning that struck him down in the front yard the man was carrying a six-inch hunting knife in his hand which had likely been what attracted this strike it was suspected that the man came looking for my grandmother's friend as she had rejected his advances in the past but when he spotted this strange car in the driveway he decided to enter the house cautiously to find out who was visiting this is all just a theory but the family stressed this man would have never been allowed to access the house by himself and they had nothing of his that he might have been looking for my grandmother thinks that the timing of him leaving the house and the lightning strike was off she said it was roughly a half hour window between her entering the house locking up and drying off before hearing the lightning strike she doesn't think he was still in the process of leaving she suspects he was on his way back this happened in 1987 when i was about 15 years old i used to live in this small town in northern ohio back in those days i was the neighborhood paper boy for a while and i would deliver the newspapers almost every morning before school during the summer i would often ride my bike around to the park or go hang out with my friends down by the lake the point is i was often seen on my bike a lot so it was unfortunate that during one of my paper routes a reckless driver blindsided me which resulted in my left thigh being fractured and my bicycle being completely destroyed it took me about three months to recover and by the time i did the paper had already hired a new delivery boy and i was left without a bike and on top of all that they never caught the guy who ran into me there's no real nice way to say this but my parents are neglected [ __ ] and i stopped talking to them years ago at the time my injury was viewed more as an inconvenience in their eyes the local police department wasn't really much better either it was pretty much run by a family who had zero interest in enforcing the law and seemed to be more concerned with blackmailing prostitutes in exchange for sexual favors nobody really gave a rat's ass that some drunk [ __ ] nearly ended my life but what could i really do about it i was only 15. and i just had to make the best of things and carry on shortly after i was released from the hospital my friend kyle invited me over to his house claiming that his parents were out of town on business and he had discovered a bottle of jack daniels that his father had forgotten to lock away in his liquor cabinet i of course obliged without a bike i unfortunately had to walk everywhere and i knew better than the hitchhike in this backward-ass town by the time i got to kyle's it was around 7 pm and kyle was already pissed drunk with about 90 of the bottle already gone after about 20 minutes of sitting on his couch and listening to him drivel on about how he wanted to smash the math teacher kyle vomited on the living room floor and promptly passed out so being sober and frustrated i decided to make the long trek home in the dark getting out of kyle's neighborhood was simple enough but there was a long dark stretch of highway that i had to traverse to get back to my place making this trip during the day was no big deal but it could be quite daunting at night there are no street lights on this road so unless the moon was out it would be nearly pitch black it was a half moon out that night so things were a bit obscured but you could still see enough of your surroundings to make your way my house was off of the first intersection you came upon the rest of the way was well lit from there but it was still a good three mile hike to get to the intersection i was about a quarter way down this road when i got this inexplicable sensation that i was being followed i turned around to see what appeared to be a dark figure standing in the middle of the road barely visible in the moonlight it appeared to be just standing there so i figured it was probably one of the many drug addicts that lurked around these parts i quickened my pace and scolded myself for forgetting my pocket knife which i usually carried on me for protection but i didn't want to show that i was afraid so i didn't walk too fast but i also didn't take my time about another five minutes pass and i look behind me again the dark figure was now on the sidewalk and was now noticeably closer again i want to point out that it was just standing there it was not apparent to me that the figure was running or walking towards me it was almost as if every time i would turn around it would just stop and stare at me obviously this is not the type of experience you want to have when you're walking home alone in the dark so i wasted no time in making my way towards the intersection it wasn't until the lights of the intersection came into view that i heard a pounding behind me something inside me told me not to turn around but i couldn't resist my worst nightmare was confirmed when i saw the dark figure barreling towards me the distance between us was closing fast and from where i was i could tell that there was something in its hands the way it was holding this object made me conclude that it was a knife i ran as fast as i could tearing past the intersection and across the road to the entrance of my neighborhood from the entrance you could see the intersection clearly when i turned back for the last time i could see a deranged looking man standing under one of the street lights with a massive butcher knife in his right hand he appeared to be about six feet tall with a balding head and a beard that went down to his stomach he was severely out of shape but someone who could easily overpower a fifteen-year-old as i darted down the neighborhood street i could hear a crazed voice shouting from behind me if i ever see you again i'm going to cut your head off as soon as i got to my house and slammed the door shut behind me i nearly passed out from exhaustion and panic my parents were not home at the time so i ended up blocking myself in my bedroom and eventually passed out after hours of just staring out my bedroom window i didn't call the cops simply because it did not occur to me in my panicked state of mind and by the time i could think straight again i came to the conclusion that the corrupted police force would not take my claim seriously and you can pretty much apply that same reasoning as to why i did not tell my parents as soon as i turned 18 i left that [ __ ] hole behind and have never looked back in some bizarre way i now view that deranged man in the darkness as a manifestation of everything wrong with that town i grew up in the village of dunning nebraska and i have very fond memories of that place but simply put as i started getting older i soon realized that there was absolutely no future for me in dunning and i enlisted in the military when i was 19. growing up and dunning during the 1980s is something that i would akin to a setting in a stephen king novel you had your religious nut jobs wisecracking town folk and an atmosphere of isolation that's not to say that the town was inherently creepy or anything it just seemed cut off from the rest of the world it's definitely not a place for social media influencers to visit because if you're not into outdoor activities you're going to be bored of [ __ ] there to the east of the town is the nebraska national forest which our family would often visit when i was a kid being such a close-knit community i was pretty much friends with all the other kids my age something that we often enjoyed doing was going fishing in the nearby rivers i recall that my school was taking a field trip to the national forest and i couldn't attend for some reason i can't seem to remember if it was because of poor grades or bad behavior probably a mixture of the two to be honest when i got out of school that day i was pretty much the only kid left in town so this was one of those rare times where i would go fishing by myself as soon as i got home that day i spent about 20 minutes doing my household chores before packing up my fishing gear and setting off on my bike my friends and i would usually fish in the middle lou river because it was very close to the town however since they weren't with me on that day i decided to head down to the dismal river which ran along the west side of the town before merging into middle lou unlike middle lou the dismal river was sort of on the outskirts of dunning to give you a lay of the land beyond the dismal river is no man's land and every sense of the word aside from some few residential properties there is absolutely nothing for miles but hills and trees i spent about 30 minutes casting my line but i wasn't catching anything much to my dismay so i relocated my operation upstream towards where the two rivers intersected suddenly i could feel a dense pressure in the atmosphere i'm sure most of you can relate to that creepy unnerving feeling you get when someone is watching you i did my best to ignore this feeling and continue fishing but there was something that kept drawing my attention towards one of the dead trees that was situated about 30 feet from the riverbank the exact year was 1988 when the entire country was experiencing droughts that caused many trees to die off it wasn't long before i could smell something foul in the air it was a thick putrid stench like something died and had been decomposing in the sun all day but strangely i did not see a single vulture in the sky they would usually be swarming any animal carcasses shortly after they died curiosity finally got the best of me and i set my fishing rod down and went to investigate the dead tree as i approached i noticed that there was a hole in the ground like someone had dug a grave and forgot to throw the dirt back over the hole as i got closer i could feel goosebumps up and down my arms once i got close enough i peered down into the hole and i will swear until my dying day that this is what i saw there was a body of a young girl lying at the bottom of the hole i vaguely remember seeing a mangled nightgown that was wrapped around the body as a 12 year old i didn't scare easy but this sent me fleeing back into town bawling my eyes out by the time i got back home my dad was home from work i told him between sobs what i had seen my dad was very good friends with one of the deputies at the blaine county sheriff's office and he immediately called him and relayed to him what i had seen by the river me and my dad met three blaine county deputies near the spot where i had seen the corpse they even brought a trained canine along with them but after hours of combing through the riverbanks they could not find a single thing i was later scolded by my father for making up stories and that i should never waste the police's time as punishment i wasn't allowed to go fishing for months after this incident which really sucked because there wasn't much else to do in dunning even after all these years i still stand by my story it may have been something of a supernatural nature but i did see the body of a young girl lying at the bottom of that hole i didn't have a wild imagination as a kid and i may have misbehaved every once in a while but i would never make up a story about seeing something that awful the smell the position of the body the dirty nightgown i remember too many details for this to be some kind of delusion there is another possibility that only occurred to me as an adult if what i experienced wasn't a supernatural phenomenon could the sheriff's office have covered up something the hills of nebraska have their secrets this happened a few months ago i'm a 23 year old female and i had finally bought a car for myself i loved driving around and listening to music i usually liked doing this by myself on this night it was around 7 pm and it was winter time on this particular drive i took two of my siblings my sister was 18 and my brother was 13. i took them along with me after their constant pleading because they were bored now i'm a smoker and coming from a south asian household women are not supposed to smoke so i took these opportunities to smoke without worrying that my parents would catch me the city that i live in has some bad areas however we lived in a quiet suburban area so i didn't give a second thought about parking somewhere getting out of my car and lighting up a cigarette i don't like smoking in my car so there i was parked beneath a street light scrolling away on my phone it was getting pretty dark but i wasn't too worried about it as i would visit this road frequently and it wasn't too far from my aunt's house as i was smoking my cigarette i look up from my phone and i see a man emerging from some bushes nearby i didn't think much of it i see people walking around here all the time this man was very tall standing at at least six foot four he was on the opposite sidewalk i assume that he was just going to carry on walking so i looked back to my phone until i looked up again and saw him standing in front of my car staring at me my sister who was still in the car must have been watching him as well because she knocked on the window telling me to come in i had already put out my cigarette and was making my way to the driver's side door keys in hand the man was still standing there not moving a muscle i got in and locked my door and breathed a sigh of relief thinking that maybe i was just overreacting as i put my keys in the ignition i looked up to see where the guy was but he was no longer standing in front of my car i looked in my rear view mirror and saw that he was now standing behind us he was taking pictures of my license plate i slightly rolled down my window and i could see his face a bit clearer now he appeared to be an indian man with a beard and a hoodie over his head obscuring some of the features on his face i asked him as politely as i could excuse me what are you doing the man comes towards my window but still kept his distance he then said in a very aggressive tone do you know who i am i didn't know if he was asking a rhetorical question or not i have a lot of [ __ ] going on in my house i don't need you parking here and watching me you look real suspicious just randomly parking here with your two friends what do you think you're doing get the [ __ ] out of here i chuckled nervously i was trying to keep calm but my anxiety was already halfway through the roof at this point i didn't understand how i looked threatening in any way as i'm a small girl who's been told that she looks like a kid i was in my pajamas and i was clearly minding my own business look i just parked here to smoke i come here all the time since i live close by that's when the man got right up to my window he slid his fingers through the gap and forced my window all the way down screaming at the top of his lungs get the hell out of here i screamed in terror and told him to stop swearing as i had a minor in the back seat and he was scaring him he then screamed if you don't get out of here right now i'll damage your [ __ ] car my adrenaline was running at full speed and i was terrified i didn't even bother putting my seatbelt on i bolted out of there and in my panic i went straight ahead at a junction it led me to a dead end as soon as i stopped my car i took the opportunity to try and calm down my whole body was shaking i couldn't even keep my foot on the clutch my sister was quick to ask me if i was okay but before i could even answer i saw a pair of headlights coming right for us it was the man he was going at least 50 on a 20 and he almost crashed right into my car but by some miracle he just missed us after his car screeched to a stop he jumped out and that's when i realized that my window was still all the way down i quickly tried to roll my window back up but the man was too quick he then dove into my car half of his body was through my window i screamed so loudly with his ear right next to my face that i'm sure i deafened him he was trying to force my car keys from the ignition but i think to my lucky stars that with my car to release the key you had to have your foot on the clutch which i didn't with one hand i was pressing down on the horn of my car to make as much noise as possible so i could alert anyone who was nearby i scratched his hands away from my car keys and i heard my poor siblings crying their eyes out my little brother had no idea what he could do to protect me and my sister was in the passenger seat experiencing all of this firsthand i finally managed to force the man out of my car and that's when he started screaming again i thought i told you to get out of here now i'm going to [ __ ] kill you [ __ ] the deranged man then attempted to pull my door handle trying to get inside and that's when i floored it the [ __ ] out of there i didn't care that my body was shaking like a fish out of water my main priority was the safety of my siblings i knew that we were making a loud commotion i laid down on my horn trying to get the attention of anyone nearby but nobody came to help us i managed to maneuver my way out of the dead end and then went down a new street into a totally different area and i then parked i knew that this was probably not a good idea but i didn't see the guy following us the three of us just sat in my car sobbing away this was the first time that anything like this has ever happened to us i called the police and i immediately wanted to punch myself in the face when the dispatcher asked if i had gotten the man's registration number of course in my panic i didn't i wanted to slap myself in the face because i listened to a lot of horror stories on youtube and i always felt that they taught me how to handle certain situations the dispatcher was very understanding as was the female officer who called me the next day as a woman she understood how scary it must have been for me and i cried to her as i recounted the incident unfortunately the cops informed me that there was no cctv cameras in that area so there wasn't really much that they could do especially with me not knowing where he came from if he did in fact come from one of the nearby houses i didn't know which one the officer apologized to me but it was really my fault for not mentally noting important information they made a report of my attack so if a similar incident happens in that area they can make the connection the officer said that when i parked my car the man was likely doing something illegal nearby and that's why he freaked out on me i personally think it was just some deranged individual who enjoyed scaring people who looked like easy prey growing up in a working-class latino family we didn't have the luxury of taking lavish vacations throughout the year however they didn't stop us from exploring the natural wonders of southern california through camping at a young age my sister and i understood the value of camping through our shared respect for mother nature over time we mastered surviving in the outdoors so much so that we desired to explore new campgrounds throughout the state on one such occasion a co-worker of my father overheard him talking about his summer vacation plans and suggested to him a new campground to check out to this day my parents nor i are unable to remember the name of the campsite yet we all agree that it was somewhere in the hills of san diego county my father was excited for the prospect of visiting a new national park and packed up the car for the customary family summer retreat the drive up to the campsite was long and dangerous even though we were driving during the day the steepness of the mountain coupled with the numerous blind turns had everyone sitting on the edge of their seats arguments soon erupted amongst us as we didn't find any signs indicating where to go this was in the age before smartphones and gps eventually we convinced our father to stop and ask for directions as the campground came into view we all let out a collective sigh of relief we made it and yet the place did not look like it was a national park at all there wasn't a ranger station or a welcome center anywhere in sight the lake appeared murky like a bog whereas the campground itself was devoid of life a proverbial ghost town with the only inhabitants being us with our bewilderment aside we cautiously surveyed the area finding any clues that will guide us to the keeper of this place out in the distance we saw a crumbling open sign dangling in the window of a dilapidated diner just as the sign implied we entered the establishment to inquire about the place pushing the creaking door open we were greeted by the owner of the diner gaunt looking man who i would now say was plucked straight out of the movie the hills have eyes well how can i help you all folks on this fine day my dad replied we made reservations to camp here but i'm not sure if this is the right place we then handed the man our booking papers for him to inspect with his bony fingers grasping the pages he replied yeah yeah you have the right place i'm the grounds keeper of this here national park let me finish some paperwork on my end and i'll get things ready for you and your family to stay here with us as he wobbled off to the back of the diner my sister and i retreated to the safety of our car although we were children at the time we both felt a sense of unease even dread at the thought of spending the night here despite our worries our parents reassured us that the vacation had only just begun albeit with a few bumps along the way as we neared the site all of our concerns were tossed out the window as it was time to transform this empty lot into our secure encampment the rest of the day came and went as our campsite was beginning to take shape the sounds of our radio along with the rhythmic banging of the hammer were the only echoes greeting us as the sun began to set this detail stood out to me due to the fact it was early july here in southern california and there are always people camping around this time in either case we all just brushed it aside and thought that more people would arrive by tomorrow and they did on the following day of the trip my father went fishing at the lake while he was off on his own adventure my sister and i decided that it was time to have one of our own recruiting the aid of our mother we set out to explore the campgrounds to our surprise in elation we discovered that this campground had its own public swimming pool with our minds made up the three of us got into our bathing suits slathered on the sunscreen and made our way to the pool soon my sister and i were splashing around in the water without a care in the world until i noticed three suspicious men dressed entirely in black they came and sat at one of the chairs at the opposite end of the pool from where our mother was watching us at first i thought the men were new campers that had recently arrived at the grounds to examine the swimming pool but to my dismay the men just huddled around each other and whispered incomprehensible things while staring intently at the two of us my mother's instincts caught on to the predatory behavior and she decided to cut our excursion to the swimming pool short when my father arrived from the lake he said he was unable to catch any fish and that the fish he did find were all belly up dead in the water my mother then informed my father of the three suspicious looking men eyeing my sister and i at the pool this infuriated him my father brandishing his machete stormed out in search of the group of men ostensibly to talk some sense into them some time passed and my father arrived back at the campsite dismayed that he did not find the men only a mother and her two little boys this point may sound insignificant at first but will become important later in the story as night fell my sister and i were preparing to go to sleep when we were suddenly jolted awake by the pleading screams of a woman her pleas were joined by the cries of two young children and various male voices demanding their silence my father recognized the woman's voice as the mother he saw earlier in the day camping alone with her two kids my father who is a former marine loaded his rifle and concealed his hunting knife he then proceeded to tell my mother to take care of us while handing her a loaded gun i then saw my father head out towards the campsite where the single mother and her children were staying my sister and i were petrified when we noticed the terror stricken look on our mother's face as the yelling escalated two thunderous bangs from the rifle rang out which put an end to the chaos seconds later we heard the crackling branches closing in as someone moved quickly towards us my mother with eyes wide and knuckles clenched aimed into the darkness ready to protect us at all costs to our relief my father emerged from the shadows with a fearful mother and her two sobbing children my father then claimed that he scared off the men who were harassing us at the pool and will be helping the mother pack her things to leave to ensure that they made their way down the mountain safely my father offered to follow her in our car until she got to the main highway in a moment of reprieve the woman held her children tight we all assured her that their safety was of the utmost importance and knowing my father any form of aggression needs to be handled quickly with pleasantries aside my father departed yet again to help the mother pack up her campsite and leave this backwater excuse for a national park the few rays of sunlight that streamed into our tent signaled the start of a new day since our father had left to escort the small family from the imminent danger with a look of apprehension on my mother's face my sister and i started to pack up camp knowing all too well that we did not want to risk our lives spending another night at this place i was making my way to the bathrooms when my eye caught the glimpse of our car slowly making its way back to camp i ran back to tell my mother and sister who noticed the car as well and soon the bloodshot eyes of my father behind the wheel came into view as he exited the car he informed us that the mother and her children made it safely to the highway this was then followed by a long pause with my father saying now let's get the hell out of here ourselves with that we all took our positions and packed up the rest of our camping gear before leaving this godforsaken place my father informed the owner of the diner about what happened last night and about the three suspicious looking men the only thing that the emaciated looking man said was well it's a damn shame that you and your family can't stay here a little longer we then hightailed it out of there like bats out of hell vowing never to return ever since this horror wing experience my family and i have been unable to get my sister to go camping again as time went on i decided to ask my father where he had heard about that awful place to which he added a new detail not previously disclosed he mentioned that upon returning to work he wanted to confront his co-worker about the horrible camping recommendation he gave when he tried to locate him another co-worker stated that the same man quit a couple of days before my father was going to return from vacation my father was left speechless and confused upon hearing this was the man somehow connected to those three men if so what were their motives for harassing a family out in the middle of nowhere the answers to these questions we will never know but what i do know is this if my father did not intervene on that fateful night that single mother and her kids would have met a fate far worse than a failed camping trip i am an immigrant from belarus english is not my first language so i apologize if i phrase things differently here's some backstory i was only 11 when my family left the country after the collapse of the soviet union my father was involved with a communist party and would frequently visit moscow when i was a boy i don't know all the details i don't even know what exactly my father's role was in the ussr but from what i understand we were granted asylum in the united states and had to flee belarus in 1991 but that's not really why i'm writing this story this is about something i saw in my childhood that has scarred me for life this took place roughly a year before we left so i'm guessing the year was 1990 my family like many others lived in a massive apartment building in minsk there were two other identical apartment buildings adjacent to ours and directly behind the buildings was a playground area where i would play with my friends sasha and victor beyond the playground was a section of trees that separated a shopping plaza from the apartment grounds i remember that my mother was feeling ill and was bedridden and my father was away on business in moscow so i was pretty much on my own that night i remember that i had gotten bored watching tv in the living room and decided to go outside and see if any of my friends were at the playground i would say this was around 8 pm and it was dark out by then most of the children were inside and i don't even think anyone was allowed on the playground at that time but i didn't care there was no one around to tell me to go back inside and i was pretty excited to have the playground all to myself it was chilly out that night but it was not snowing so i figured that i would play on the slides and swing set until i either got bored or if security came along and told me to go back inside so there i was just swinging in the dark when i heard something near the fence that separated the trees from the playground there was a strange noise like someone was sawing wood but there was something just off about it i ignored the sound but it became louder as time passed to the point where i became curious as to what was causing this strange noise there were no lights at the playground itself but there were lights mounted to the back of the apartment buildings that illuminated things just enough to where you could see your surroundings but the trees beyond the fence were pitch black i got off the swing set and approached the edge of the playground the sound continued getting louder even as i got up right to the fence it wasn't until i let out a curious hello that the noise ceased i stood there staring into the dark trees waiting for a response but all remained silent after about another minute passed i innocently asked why are you chopping down trees in the dark i then heard a shuffling from within the trees and soon i saw a dark figure come into view but did not step out from the tree line what happened next is something that still makes me want to vomit out my insides the dark figure then threw something the object flew over the fence and hit me directly in the chest i was knocked backwards more out of surprise in the actual force of the impact hey why'd you do that i shouted but before i could get another word out i caught a glimpse of what had been thrown at me a severed human arm was lying on the ground in front of me i screamed at the top of my lungs and ran back towards the apartments bawling my eyes out i stormed into our apartment and sat on the living room couch to collect myself i did think about waking my sick mother and telling her about what happened but decided against it to give you some perspective my mother grew up in siberia and she could be quite ruthless at times not only would she not be too happy about being woken up but she most likely wouldn't believe my story and i probably wouldn't be able to sit down for a week if she found out i left the apartment alone after dark so i kept this incident to myself as a child i understood that what happened was scary but i had no grasp of the implications i thought there was a monster in the woods who ate people who came out after dark now that i'm an adult there are some things that i've come to realize for our remaining time in belarus i never saw or heard any kind of investigation regarding a missing person or a mutilated body being discovered which is nothing out of the ordinary living in soviet society the monster in the woods hiding in the trees that night was most likely a sadistic madman dismembering a human body with a hacksaw there is one more thing that i should mention for the rest of the time that we live there i cannot for the life of me recall ever seeing my friend to sasha again after that night my name is bree this happened in 2016. i was 19 years old at the time i was up late the night before into the early morning studying and i hadn't had much sleep so i had just woken up from a nap i decided to hop in the shower to wake myself that's when i heard this weird scraping sound coming from somewhere outside i stopped the shower and peered out from behind the curtain and then made my way over to the window i saw nothing but i could still hear the noise i thought it may have been my neighbor working in a shed so i ignored the disturbance and finished up in the shower before i continue i should inform you that i have severe anxiety problems and i often get a little paranoid sometimes it also doesn't help that i have ptsd as well anyways i was now back in my room and i took a seat on my bed i texted my then boyfriend and asked him what he wanted for dinner while i was waiting for him to respond i just relaxed and scrolled through my facebook i was reading an article about the recent clown sightings that were happening at the time when i was interrupted by the sound of footsteps coming from outside i stopped and listened carefully i heard a few more steps followed by a tapping noise i was a bit confused by this it hadn't yet occurred to me that i had an unwelcomed guest outside i was thinking why my boyfriend hadn't knocked on the door or called before he showed up we usually had a routine with things like this especially if i was home alone he would either text call or facetime me to let me know when he was on his way home or if he was out the door because there had been a lot of shady activity around our neighborhood at the time i then called out to him and suddenly all fell silent i texted him and asked if he was at the door there was no reply so i decided to peek through the bedroom window while i was making my way to the other side of the room my phone started ringing it was my boyfriend wanting to facetime when i answered he said he was about 15 minutes away as i was talking to him i pulled back the curtains of my bedroom window and that's when all the blood in my veins turned to ice as i came face to face with a [ __ ] clown i know i wasn't hallucinating an actual clown was looking at me through the window smiling after my initial shock i actually started to laugh thinking that this had to be some kind of prank my boyfriend was pulling on me so i played along pretending to be terrified and whispered into the phone very funny [ __ ] love the whole scary clown thing i chuckled and rolled my eyes my boyfriend was confused and i explained to him about the clown at the window and said that he and his friend did a good job scaring the piss out of me he seemed confused saying that all of his friends were hanging out at the pub and that he was not a part of any plan to prank me upon hearing this i felt my stomach in my throat as i looked back at the clown it was still just outside my window he reached into his costume and pulled out a very real looking butcher's knife by this point i wasn't sure what was going on so i grabbed my baseball bat my boyfriend told me that he was now only a few minutes away he shouted at me to stay inside and to lock all the doors and windows i quickly closed the curtains and went into the lounge it wasn't long before i heard a loud pounding on the front door suddenly i heard a creepy voice coming from the other side let me in child i didn't respond to the voice i just stood perfectly still waiting for the next to move loud pounding rang out again causing the door to rattle on its hinges but i kept quiet even when i heard the doorknob rattling although i was pretty scared at this point i was also getting a tad irritated and yelled out to the clown [ __ ] off go annoy someone else i then heard a muffled laughter followed by the creepy voice please let me in doll i just wanna play i wanna play with your insides i had enough of this i was about to go out and confront this creepy [ __ ] myself when i heard my boyfriend's voice who was still on the phone say hang up and call the cops after some consideration i thought that maybe confronting the creepy clown outside with a butcher's knife was not the correct course of action so i did as my boyfriend said i left the lounge and was soon explaining to the police dispatcher the situation i was on my way back to my room when i heard the sound of glass breaking i stopped in my tracks and told them that i think the clown just broke into the house they immediately told me to get somewhere safe and that's when i heard my ex yelling out hey what the [ __ ] are you doing get the hell out of here the police are on the way [Laughter] the clown just billowed out a psychotic laugh and took off as i made my way back into the bedroom something caught my eye i peered out the window through a gap in the curtains i saw another clown he appeared to be holding some kind of saw blade in his hand i went to move but i was like a deer caught in the headlights i couldn't move or scream fear then overcame me as i realized my boyfriend was now out there with two creepy clowns i screamed into the phone there's another clown outside my bedroom please hurry after a few moments i was relieved when i heard my boyfriend at the back door i quickly let him inside we then held each other tightly until the police arrived after taking our statements the police discovered a rusted hacksaw and an axe lying on the ground outside of my bedroom window there were red marks all over them of course the creepy clowns that had turned my night into a freak show were nowhere to be found after that night i struggled to fall asleep i often think to myself what would have happened to me if i had been stupid enough to open that door were they just a couple of thrill seekers looking to frighten a girl who was all alone or were they in fact out for blood i was born raised and still live in texas i come from a family of hunters it's pretty much a family tradition i'm going to tell you about something that i experienced when i was 20 years old back in 2005 my father had just been diagnosed with lung cancer and everyone in my family was naturally devastated by this especially me since my dad and i were very close i had a lot of other personal stuff going on in my life at the time and i felt that i needed to go out for a few days just to clear my head i decided to make it a solo hunting trip and packed up some camping gear along with my marlin 336 set my dad gifted to me when i was 18. if i could get sentimental for a moment my father ended up passing away three years after his diagnosis and to this day i still use that rifle for hunting anyways i'd say this happened around late october early november i don't want to be too specific with a location because technically i wasn't supposed to be hunting in this specific area however i will disclose that it was near the mexican border this will be important later i decided to set up camp for three days before heading back i had been hunting on the slam before with some friends of mine and i knew the precautions to take not to be spotted by the game warden i'm sure if there's any other hunters listening to this broadcast they'll be more than happy to tell you that we often wipe our asses with the rule book before anyone judges me too harshly or the practice of hunting in general i will say that i'm a very spiritual person and i have a profound respect for mother nature i don't leave trash everywhere and every animal that i put down i never let go to waste i'll be the first to admit there are hunters that give us a bad name and me not following the rules as more of a middle finger to the government than it is to the sport of hunting i once straight up beat the [ __ ] out of someone who was a friend of a friend for shooting a stray dog for absolutely no reason if it's consolation to anyone i handed him a horrible ass whooping for that but i digress the first day went off without a hitch no problems whatsoever aside from the fact that there was no game to be found anywhere so i figured that i would head further south the next day to see if my luck would improve other hunters knew about this restricted location and may have already cleaned out this area as night fell i found myself sprawled out next to my truck just staring up at the night sky wondering if me and my dad would ever take another hunting trip together that's when i heard the sound of footsteps slowly making their way through a nearby brush this was alarming for obvious reasons whoever they were they had the drop on me i knew better than to light up a campfire under these circumstances but if this person was roaming around in the dark without a flashlight they may have had some kind of night vision apparatus giving them the advantage i was concerned because if you were looking at me through the trees at that particular moment it would have appeared that i was sleeping i was in this odd position where i was resting on top of my sleeping bag with a blanket because i felt claustrophobic being fully immersed in a sleeping bag it was a good thing too because this meant i was able to mobilize quickly and something told me that i only had seconds to make a decision i rolled sideways and as soon as i did i caught a quick glimpse of a muzzle flash coming from the tree line directly in front of me i felt dirt fly up and hit my back from the bullet striking the ground next to me i scrambled to my feet as more shots rang out from the trees one of them shattering the passenger side window of my truck i took cover behind the bed of my pickup and quickly drew the 38 snub nose that i had strapped to my ankle after the gunfire died down i laid flat on the ground and returned to fire in the direction of the trees from under the truck i heard several sets of footsteps fleeing from the area but i held my position in case my theory about the night vision was correct with only two rounds left in my 38 i pretty much spent the rest of that night underneath my truck with my pistol aimed at the darkness until the sun came out and illuminated my surroundings i very cautiously got out from beneath my vehicle and packed up my gear as quickly as i could and hightailed it out of there later on when i told a friend of mine about the incident he said he wished i would have told him that i was heading that way it would have warned me that the mexican cartel started using that area to smuggle contraband and people across the nearby border this friend of mine was a mexican immigrant himself and had several family members mixed up in the cartel in coyote groups so needless to say i trusted his word all things considered i think i got off pretty easy had i been in my sleeping bag that night i have no doubt that bullet would have nailed me these days i stick to the designated hunting grounds some things are just not worth the risk i'm from afghanistan my family relocated to france in 2003 shortly after the american invasion i was only 12 years old when it all started between 2001 and 2003 armed terrorists would intrude into our home and use it as a headquarters to plot attacks against the invading army my father suffered from a genetic disease that would eventually take the use of his arms and legs this is why i think the taliban chose to hold up in our home there would be no resistance the first time they burst through our doors it was horrifying for me and my two younger sisters but eventually we got used to waking up and seeing armed men in our living room about a year after the war broke out following the attacks on the world trade center in new york the taliban would begin to raid small villages like mine looking for recruits to replace the fighters that were killed in combat of course since they knew where i lived and that my father was in no position to do anything about it i was one of the first to be taken from my village myself and several other boys were blindfolded and loaded onto a truck then driven to a remote location outside of town my village was located west of the hindu kush mountains that's about the only location that i could give for this place after about an hour of just sitting in the truck they were finally ordered out and the blindfolds were removed by this time it was dark out the armed men made us line up single file in front of this enormous cave end trends i remember seeing crates of weapons and ammo at the mouth of this cave but beyond that there was nothing but darkness there were five armed men total they all had their faces covered and just stood there with their weapons ready if i had to guess they were waiting for their leader to come out and give us the initiation speech looking around i was definitely the oldest of the seven boys that were there because of my past experiences with the taliban i knew that these men were not the good guys they may have prayed to the same god as me but they were ruthless and brutal to their countrymen i was at the very end of the line directly behind me was the cave entrance so i made a split-second decision and made a break for it i ran full speed into the dark cave hearing angry shouting from behind me i ran past the supply crates and further into the cave the passage narrowed as i moved forward i heard the truck reposition the headlights were now aimed directly at the cave's entrance i eventually entered an open cavern area i could hear the men behind me so using what little light i had i hid behind a rock formation that was beside the opening and waited for my pursuers two of the armed men eventually entered the cavern i heard one of them saying that if they found me they would just put a bullet in my head for causing trouble i peeked my head out from behind my hiding spot to see an ak-47 pointed directly at my face one of the men had found me he sharted at me to stand up and as soon as i did we both heard a loud scream coming from the other side of the cavern i only caught a quick glimpse of what was happening the other man was on the ground thrashing violently he was completely covered head to toe by enormous spiders without exaggeration these spiders had to be the size of house cats and there were hundreds of them crawling all over him the man who discovered me quickly turned around and gasped at the horrifying sight i took this opportunity to flee there was no way i was going further into that cavern so i used the headlights that were still pointed at the cave's entrance to make my way back out as i ran i heard the sounds of gunfire shortly followed by more screaming as i neared the cave's opening the headlights quickly vanished leaving me in complete darkness this was the absolute worst time to be in the dark i made my frantic exit from the cave just in time to see the taillights of the truck as it sped off the other boys and the remaining taliban fighters were gone they may have thought that what was happening in the cave was an attack by the americans and decided to cut and run i was now scared out of my wits and i had no idea where i was and even worse i was now terrified that these humongous spiders would emerge from the cave and devour me there was one path through a rock formation that the truck had driven through and that was the only way i could take i remember thinking that these spiders could jump on top of me at any moment so i ran as fast as i could as soon as i cleared the rocks i could see the lights of my village in the distance it took me about two hours to reach the town but i thankfully made it back in one piece in the time that i was gone american troops had taken over my village i was stopped by soldiers and was taken to an interpreter for questioning i was more than happy to tell them where the taliban was hiding and after a while they eventually dropped me off at my house my mother was overjoyed to see that i was still alive when i think back to this experience i can still say with 100 certainty what scared me the most was not the armed men who broke into my home and took me from my family it was what dwelled in that cave i grew up in the midwestern united states during the 90s my family lived in a tight-knit community and we would often have get-togethers and barbecues with our neighbors it was truly the american dream my brothers and i were all very good friends with the kids from our neighborhood and whenever we would have one of these gatherings all the kids would get together for a game of manhunt to avoid any of the back and forth of who would be chosen as the hiders and the seekers my brothers and i would usually volunteer to be the seekers there was this giant forest area outside of our neighborhood where the games would take place and since we would often go fishing with my dad around this area we knew it pretty well you could say that we were all very competitive i remember it was the 4th of july 1996. the entire community threw a party at the neighborhood park this meant that we kids were going to have our traditional game of manhunt one of the biggest we've ever had and it would take place after the fireworks show by the time the fireworks stopped i would say it was around 9 30 pm shortly after we gathered everyone for the game and began around 9 45 things started out like any other game we caught most of the low level hiders within the first 10 minutes however there is still some of the older kids hiding out in the more obscured areas of the park we were always told never to go too deep into the woods to give you some perspective the park we were at was at the very back of our neighborhood beyond that was the forest that went on for about three miles before you got to the highway that led into town there was no hunting allowed in this forest because of its proximity to residential areas so we would often see a lot of deers and other animals roaming about anyways the game went on for a while longer and despite their best efforts we apprehended most of the hiders except for a girl who was about 8 years old we'll call her ashley i found this to be very odd because ashley wasn't the best hider and was usually one of the first to be caught we made our way to the small lake behind the clubhouse this was the last area we would check before letting someone know that we couldn't find ashley it was about this time that i began to feel this sinking feeling on my stomach i was only 11 years old at the time but i could tell that there was something wrong i distinctly remember seeing the moon reflecting brightly upon the surface of the water as we made our way around the lake when we got to the far side of the lake we started hearing a strange noise coming from within the trees it sounded like someone was being brutally stabbed over and over again but no screams were accompanying the awful sound the three of us approached the tree line when my brother pointed his flashlight into the trees we saw a hooded figure with its back turned to us they appeared to be kneeling down and stabbing at something with a large hunting knife as soon as the beam fell upon the figure it immediately stopped what it was doing and stood up the next thing i remember is my oldest brother covering my eyes with his free hand and telling us to run back to the park the three of us took off and ran back towards the party i remember hearing the sounds of thudding boots tearing through the brush behind us as soon as we got back to the party my older brother told my dad about the man in the woods the rest of the night is a blur to me i only remember seeing the police showing up and me falling asleep in my dad's arms the next morning i was told that ashley ended up believing with her parents while the game was still going on which explains why we couldn't find her i didn't get a good look at what the man was stabbing at but my brother told me it was a deer carcass i suppose we could just chalk this up to someone hunting in a restricted area but there's still something that bothers me what kind of person rapidly stabs at a dead deer in the dark and even though he was nowhere to be seen by the time we got back to the party i'm certain that he was chasing us at least for a short while it makes me wonder what he would have done if he caught us that was the very last game of manhunt our neighborhood ever played [Music] [Music] there's always a reason to be afraid [Music] you

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