13 TRUE SCARY STORIES [Compilation Vol.8]

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my name is Jeremy and I live in California back when I was in sixth grade I had a close friend let's call him Devin Devin was a super energetic kid and we would always laugh joke around and play ball at recess those were some of the best days until Devin well ruined it all well I had a strong healthy childhood and a great relationship with my mom and sister Devin was not as fortunate his mom was extremely irresponsible she would frequently exposed him to drug use abusive boyfriends and other horrific circumstances sometime in the month of May during the year this happened Devin became prone to extreme anger every time I tried to approach him he would always scare on me with a scariest look I had ever seen one day Devin never came back from recess I was in the bathroom later in the day and it sounded like some kid was laughing in the other stall and there was lots of loud metallic tapping I finished quickly and ran out of there as I was heading back towards the kickball field something big and heart suddenly hit me in the back of my head I felt blood trickled down my neck my vision became blurry and I fell to the ground unconscious when I woke up I found myself tied to a tree about 50 yards from the play area my head had stopped bleeding but was still pounding and I looked around in a daze trying to figure out what happened and who had done this to me I tried calling out hey this isn't funny my head really hurts you need to let me go to the nurse's office it's all your fault you've always had a nice life I never did and I'm going to fix that the person who walked around from behind the tree to face me turned out to be none other than Devin I stopped struggling and heaved a sigh of relief realizing this had to be a bad joke when I asked him to untie me he bent over and smiled a deranged sickly grin he then proceeded to rant about how much he hated me and was jealous of my life and how I had a mother who appreciated me and didn't treat me like an inconvenience it was then he pulled out a kitchen knife he stole from the cafeteria and I looked on in pure terror as he licked the blade like some kind of fucking psycho I began struggling with all my might to get free but he had somehow gotten his hands on the climbing rope from the gym and there was no way I was going to break free against it he raised the knife and swung it down quickly slashing my arm and nicking the rope I began crying which only seemed to make him more upset he threatened that he would hurt me worse if I didn't shut up I began kicking and thrashing my body weight around in terror until the tear in the Rope loosened enough for me to get free I rushed Devin and pushed him down and started running for the cafeteria screaming my teacher's name at the top of my lungs as I was running for my life I could hear Devin about ten feet behind me keeping pace with my sprinting fortunately my teacher heard my cries and she witnessed Devin chasing me into the gym once we were indoors around other people I thought I would be safe but he lunged at me and we hit the wood floor hard my eyes widened and I suddenly felt time begin to crawl as he put his knee into my back and raised the knife again in that moment I thought I would never see my mom or my sister again but suddenly Devin was grabbed from behind by the gym teacher and restrained we were then surrounded by kids looking at us dumbfounded the cut of my arms still bleeding all over the floor I was taken to the nurse's office in questioned by the police and Devin was eventually expelled the school stuck the word about me being attacked from getting out for fear of bad publicity I learned from that day that you never truly know someone until you see the hatred in their eyes I never saw Devin again but I hope he got the help he needed this story contains elements of sexual abuse I'm a 20 year old woman my story takes place when I was about eight years old in elementary school I am from Meza Arizona and attended the same school from first to sixth grade in the school I went to it was a requirement to take music class every year there was only one music teacher for every grade and he had been teaching there for many years he was a middle-aged man heavyset with black and gray hair and a beard to match I don't remember all the details of every situation that happened with him since it was about a decade ago but I do remember some really weird and specific things about him I remember he was very talented with many instruments I would often play some of them to impress the class I also remember we had an activity we would do before class where he would play music and would have everyone run skip and hop around in a circle he would go around and poke us while we ran around he would do this thing if you were wearing shorts a skirt or ribbed jeans with exposed knees he would come up to you and tickle your knees and squeal naked knees naked knees I always hated when he did that he was my teacher every school year and even though he always weirded me out he never gave me that rapey Peto vibe we had these little plastic recorders we would play sometimes in music class it's like a small flute the school provided white recorders for us but I had my own black recorder at home so being the unique kid I am I brought my Nana my teacher was excited to see that I had my own and even asked if he could see it when he took it he started to play on it quite skillfully he handed it back to me and I noticed it had his spit all over it so I went to go clean it in the sink but when I started to go over and wash it he yelled at me and told me to leave it alone and to sit down I emphasized that I wanted to clean it off and again he told me to leave it so I refuse to play my recorder and he sent me to the office for not participating a few years later in the sixth grade I wanted to play the trumpet so I decided to join band and you can probably guess who the band teacher was there were many occasions where he would pull up my shirt for me and told me it was a little low-cut for a young girl or would touch my back or again play my instrument and not want me to clean it afterwards and if you play brass instruments you know how gross that is but I especially recall one incident that happened at band rehearsal after the class ended there were only a handful of students left and a few parents left in the auditorium we practiced in the teacher asked me to come with him into the music room to help him clean up bring in chairs instruments etc I brought some chairs into the room and I hope put a few things away but he then asked me if I could stay longer to help him clean up some more even though everything was pretty much done I don't really remember anything after that nothing at all actually I always thought I said no because my parents were here or something but I honestly don't remember what happened four years after that I know I had a lot of issues that young girl shouldn't have I suddenly became addicted to watching porn on my computer I would make my dolls have sex with each other and I started going to therapy after my mom found my Ken doll with the crotch completely melted I don't remember being molested or raped but I have read that traumatic memories can sometimes be blocked out and completely forgotten fast forward several years later I got the news that my old music teacher had been arrested for child molestation a girl I knew from my old band class came forward and said he I molested her in the band room when being asked to help clean after she spoke up a few other people came out with more allegations against him as well he was found guilty and sentenced to 15 years in prison I have links for the articles about his arrest the article says attempted molestation but he was eventually convicted mister Lamonica I don't know what you may have done to me but I hope I never see you again the article mentioned in this story can be found in the description keep in mind that I am a female and this took place when I was 21 this encounter still scares me to this day I used to work at a subway mostly during the night shift and as some people know some pretty interesting things are known to happen during the night shift this particular shift was most definitely the worst I was working alone during the closing shift one night this old man who looked to be about 80 years old comes in and starts asking for a meatball sub but asks in a very heavy Swedish dialect so obviously I could understand him very well the language barrier seemed to irritate him and he attempted to teach me a bit of Swedish for the sake of the order I tolerated the short lesson and made small talk with him as it's part of my job and he pays for a sandwich and leaves nothing too bad right wrong he starts coming in every single night even on nights that I didn't work and would always ask for me if I wasn't there he would try to get my co-workers to give him my work schedule and would only ever permit me to make his sandwiches he would ask my co-workers to text me whenever he felt like telling me at any given moment they would act like they were doing it what would they were actually doing was texting me that he was there and that they were getting pretty creeped out luckily for me it was against subways policy to hand out people's work schedules or personal info the instances where I actually was there he would come in and get the same thing but sort of telling me things like how pretty I was and how if I was just a few years older I would be his type he would then proceed to share with me what he did to himself at home while thinking of me and the weird thing is he would do to a sandwich these miserable attempts up flirting with me will continue for hours even if I had other customers remember this guy looked like he was over 80 years old I told my manager about the situation and she wasn't much help at all she would just check the camera from her phone every couple of hours while she sat at home to make sure he wasn't bothering other customers I guess I eventually went to my area supervisor and he said if this guy showed up again I was to call the police the following night he comes back in but unfortunately I couldn't get to a phone he had a crazy look in his eyes and I was afraid of what might happen if I tried to do anything with him in front of me so I just made his sandwich and told him that I had other things to do and he had to leave so I can attend to my duties he then thankfully left I told my area supervisor again what happened and he banned this man from the store the next week he comes by right as I'm walking up and I struggled a hurry with the gate as he's talking to me at this point I'm visibly shaking and I'm hoping he doesn't touch me as he was inches away from my face he was so close to me that I swear I could smell what he ate the day before I proceeded to tell him you have to leave me alone sir you've been banned from the store if you don't leave I'm gonna have to call the cops he glares at me and says I see what kind of fucking person you are they're just a fucking bitch just like everyone else around here I thought you were different by this time I had fastened the lock shut and started walking away when he shouts oh by the way once you're done calling the police why don't you go ahead and fucking kill yourself I ran to the car and called my mom and fiance and told them what happened after that my fiancee walked me to and from my car and sat in the restaurant with me every night I also started carrying a Taser a pocketknife and pepper spray to protect myself at work I won't go anywhere by myself anymore and anytime I see someone that looks like him I start to freak out and cry about three months later I left that job I was too scared to be left alone anymore I later found out that not only had he stalked me but the female workers at Walmart as well he would find out where their cars were parked and leave things he found in the garbage as gifts along with creepy-ass love notes I also found out that he would hop from subway to subway and do this to whatever female worker he chose I hope I never see him again back in 1984 when I was practically still a baby my parents were having a rough time making ends meet since my parents thought it would be a genius idea to have four kids with no savings to speak of they couldn't afford an apartment so we had to move into a local motel with weekly rates we lived there for about a year my dad was the only one working and my older sister was in second grade at the time so my mom was stuck tending three children under the age of four for most of the day on her own I don't remember living there since I was so young but I was told about the place more once I started growing up which I assumed was a reminder of how far we had to come as a family one morning when Dad was getting ready for work and mom got my older sister ready for school mom noticed a shadow of a man against the pulled curtains of the bedroom my mom is a notorious scaredy-cat so she hustled my sister toward the bathroom where my dad was then hissed there so an outside the window my dad just kind of rolled his eyes at her but looked out toward the front anyway to see if he could see anything when he saw the shadow his attitude changed he snuck quietly but quickly across the room and opened the door the man who had been standing outside the window immediately turned and ran off away from the motel into the street blindly my dad narrowed his eyes at this retreating man and then closed the door figuring if the guy was violent he would have started some shit instead of running away he advised him on to keep the curtains closed over the window and to stay home with the door until he got back later mom didn't want my dad to leave but that reminded her that he had to or else he wouldn't get paid for the day so mom reluctantly agreed and sent dad and sister on their way later that afternoon I was being an annoying little cry-baby so mom instructed my older brother to play quietly with my younger sister and watch Sesame Street awhile while she tried to soothe me into a nap on the couch my mom was sitting on the couch patting my back while I bawled my eyes out for no reason when she glanced at the front window to see if there was anyone there sure enough there was my mother freaked out snatching me up from the couch which caused me to cry even harder than I already was she locked the three of us in the bathroom so she could call dad at work and then locked herself in with us my dad skipped out of work and ran back home when he got there the guy was still standing at our window with his hands cupped around his face like he was trying to get a better look through the gap in the curtains but my dad didn't even give the guy a warning he just punched him in the head as soon as he got close enough the guy stumbled away from the window in a daze and dad slapped him around all the while yelling things like you think it's okay to scare people you think it's okay to scare my wife and my kids I'll show you what happens to fuckers who creep around windows my dad hit him a few more times before the motel manager showed up and stopped him thinking my dad was just beating up some random guy the window creeper got away during the confusion and he never came back this story is told from the perspective of a female I'm 33 years old but the story took place when I was 18 I had this friend named Xavier who lived across the street from my apartment building we hung out a lot and through him I met a guy named Jake at first he came off as very charming and we began dating but after a short while I realized his sweet attitude was just a facade and that he was a bit of a pothead he also became violently jealous if he thought other guys were looking at me and even told me that I wasn't allowed to go to the club because he didn't want guys hitting on me eventually he started harassing me for money to buy pot he had never laid a hand on me until one day when he demanded money from me and I refused usually he would just wind like a little bratty child for hours until i relent it and gave him cash to shut him up but this time he decided to slam my head against the air-conditioner in his room I shoved him off and walked past him and out of his apartment telling him that we were through I was secretly relieved he had given me a reason to finally end it because now I could go hang out at the club again with my friends skip ahead to that weekend and I'm at the club jig shows up to harass me about breaking up with him the bouncer noticed him and threw him out after Jake made a pitiful attempt to fight back every weekend after that he tried getting back into the club but was never allowed in I heard through a male friend of mine that he was spreading rumors that I had an STD and also asked a guy that I knew to hack into my computer and plant a virus then one weekend this guy that I didn't know came up to me in the club and told me that Jake had given him a knife outside and told him to go inside and stab me because nobody leaves him I should have called the cops but I didn't mostly because I was young and foolish and was determined not to be intimidated by him I made sure my male friends would walk or drive me home and watch my back skip ahead a few months and Jake disappears just like that I stopped being harassed by him with no explanation and I'm thrilled I eventually hear through my friend Xavier that he's been arrested apparently he and his friend had beaten a guy into a coma with a skateboard skip ahead 10 years later I get a message on facebook from him telling me that he's out of prison and asked me to get back together with him he sees that I'm now married with kids but regardless says that I should leave my husband to be with him that he would take care of me and my kids I thought you think I believe my husband for a crazy convict stalker he tells me how his mother died and left him a place in Manhattan and I should come live with him and then without pausing to breathe he asked me for nudes then I immediately blocked him about two years later my good friend Xavier went missing in the Bronx after leaving his brother's house a few weeks later they found his body in the river as far as I know they never found out who killed him and Jake may have had nothing to do with it but he's the only violent person I knew that Xavier hung out with sadly Xavier left the daughter behind who now has no dad as far as I know Jake is still wandering the streets of New York City I've attached a link to a New York Post article reporting about the skateboard attack I'm going to start this by saying I'm a pretty big nerd when it comes to anime so naturally I love attending conventions while cosplaying my husband and I had recently attended an anime convention but unfortunately my experience was ruined when I encountered so when I had hoped to never see again thank God he didn't recognize me but regardless have brought back an awful memory I had managed to bury deep with the my subconscious I'm a 22 year old female but at the time of this chilling event I was 15 and my friends and I were attending our very first convention it was smaller than average I suppose but we didn't mind we were just happy to take part in the experience and while we met some great people there was one person I had a confrontation with that will forever be burned into my memory we decided on the first day of the convention to make sure and coordinate our cosplay outfits we decided to dress up as Vocaloids which are a group of anime hipster characters based of different text software companies no joke Google them so we were there exploring taking pictures and having a good time when we see someone dressed as a fellow Vocaloid thinking what are the chances we decide to ask him if he would mind taking some pictures with us he agreed with a good-natured smile and we had someone take a few group pictures of us all together afterwards we made some small talk with him and he introduced himself as Patrick and that he would introduce us to some other cosplay enthusiasts we agreed because why not that was kind of in the spirit of why we were all there we met up with Patrick's friends shortly after and they informed us that there would be a party in their hotel room later on and that we were all invited we reluctantly explained to them that we were underage Patrick's friends then apologized for the misunderstanding and told us that we would see them around the convention and to have fun and stay safe it seemed like they had a hard time convincing Patrick to leave with them as he seemed to want to linger and talk to us but eventually he begrudgingly made to leave our group and join his friends at their insistence we told them goodbye and that we would probably catch up with him tomorrow it was getting late anyway and what panels were still open were strictly 18 and older audiences Patrick shrugged well it's not like any of you haven't seen hand tie before so having an age limit is pretty much a bullshit he offered to buy his hand tie books from the vendors if we decided we wanted some we all were more embarrassed than flattered he had a point given that we all had experienced hentai graphic novels at some point we told him goodnight and we went back to our room without really fixating much on him the next day we got an early start and dressed up in different cosplay outfits I decided to dress up as Lolita for the day we bumped in the Patrick downstairs and he injected himself into our group again we all were having such a good time but it took me a while to realize that he was constantly staring right at me and not in a shy subtle way either thinking that the bow of my outfit was crooked or my contacts were messed up and I asked him if something was wrong with how I looked he replied almost too quickly no I guess I forgot to mention to you ladies that I'm a lolicon fan and you just look really cute I felt myself blush and wondered just how hard of a lolicon fan he was or was he the type that looks at will light a themed porn I eventually tried to brush off his statement and have some fun after a short while we made our way down to the vendors and I ended up getting separated from my friends and found myself alone with Patrick suddenly feeling very vulnerable I pulled out my phone to call my friends so we could regroup when I realized my phone is dead swallowing my pride I reluctantly asked him if I could borrow his he told me his phone was up in his hotel room and if I didn't mind we could go up there together and get it I replied I would just go back to my own room and plug in my phone instead he seemed kind of irritated by my apprehension and insisted that it would be quicker just to get the phone from his room being the dumb entrusting girl that I was at the time I gave in and we headed up to the room on the way up he started telling me about this hand tie comic he read about an elementary school girl who lies to a lonely blind man about her age telling him that she's in high school and willingly has sex with him and they developed feelings for each other I'm more than slightly creeped out by that but it only got worse when he proceeded to tell me that he really got turned on by a certain scene involving the character I'm dressed up as and her comic and wouldn't it be great if I could reenact it for him before I could think of an excuse to separate myself from him we were outside his room I told him that I would wait outside while he grabbed his phone but he insisted on me coming into the room because it would only be a minute it was easier just to accept than to argue so I went in and stood right next to the door while he went over to his bag on the bed and began digging around inside while he was preoccupied my eyes wandered around the room trying to find anything I could use as a weapon should I need one I noticed a charger hanging out of a wall outlet and I grabbed it I figured I would lock myself in the bathroom plug my phone in and call for help I told him that while he surged I would use the restroom and I would be right back out he then turned and looked at me with the most sadistic look I had ever seen and asked me if I would just rather use him as a toilet instead without thinking twice I sprinted out of there and back to my own hotel room when I reached the room my friends were already there waiting for me they figured that my phone had died and I would make my way back to charge it I explained to them what happened and told them to avoid Patrick at all costs we hung out in our room for a while to calm down and avoid bumping into Patrick for as long as possible we eventually left the room a few hours later sticking together as a tight-knit group and eventually encountered Patrick's group of friends from the day before when they asked us if we had seen Patrick recently relied and told them no one of the women in the group informed us that we should steer clear of him because he seemed to have an unhealthy interest in young girls we asked them why they were at the convention with him if he gave off bad vibes they told us that they had been friends with him for a while and liked to keep an eye on him as best they could to prevent him from trying anything but he would occasionally slip away out of sheer embarrassment I didn't say anything to them about what happened this guy Patrick apparently still goes to conventions in my state I know this because my husband and I had bumped into him last year I was relieved when he either didn't recognize me or didn't approach me due to my husband being with me either way Patrick I hope you haven't successfully baited any other girls into your room I've never shared this story with anyone outside my immediate family it may sound insane but I promise it's the absolute truth when I was 15 my parents and I moved to a newly constructed housing development in Beltsville Maryland we lived right on the end of a cul-de-sac but our house was the only one that was completed granted our long was just one giant patch of dirt but we didn't mind we loved the experience of living in a brand-new house in a quiet corner of the neighborhood all of the other houses around us still needed the finishing touches put on such as windows and siding so none of them were occupied during the day there were contractors all over the other property is hard at work but at night it was nice and quiet and my parents and I would take long walks around the area and sneak peeks at the inside of the other empty houses about a week after we moved in I woke up at around 2:00 a.m. from an awful pain in my foot that turned out to be an ingrown toenail but I didn't know that at the time I lived downstairs trying to find my gameboy because I figured if I was going to stay awake and miserable I might as well play some pokemon blue to make the time pass I didn't turn on any lights on my way downstairs when I found the Gameboy on the coffee table by the light of the street lamps outside I walked back past the front door to head back upstairs when I noticed something out of the corner of my eye and paused next to our front door we had a long window that gave us a perfect view of our porch outside and the driveway beyond my mom had intended to put up a curtain but hadn't got around to it yet I stopped in my tracks and turned to look outside and after squinting for a few seconds my heart began to hammer inside my chest and I'm sure my eyes went as big as stop signs in the dark it was hard to tell for sure the only light I had to judge by was the street lamp at the end of the driveway but there looked to be a figure of a man standing with us back to me literally just off our porch as if he had just stepped off of it he seemed to be staring in the direction of the empty house across the street that was scary enough but what terrified me even more was how dead still he was standing he wasn't even shifting his weight or fidgeting in any way I could make out I blinked hard and tried to tell myself I was just seeing things that it was a shadow or just my imagination but when I opened my eyes again I realized I wasn't crazy the figure was definitely there I should have cautiously made my way back upstairs and woke up my parents but instead I did something very stupid I'm not sure why I did it I guess some part of me just wanted to try to make out if he was breathing and I moved closer to the window and practically pressed my face to the glass that's when the figure either heard me or felt my eyes on him and his head spun around to face me not his upper body just his head jerking around to look over his shoulder almost like an animal in that moment I saw two pale pinpricks of light staring directly back at me and I just knew they were his eyes I launched myself back from the window and screamed for my parents I practically flew up the stairs and started wailing that there was a man on the front porch my parents don't believe in guns so when my dad saw the terror on my face he grabbed the closest heavy object within reach which happened to be a metal tubing attachment from the vacuum cleaner he then made his way down the stairs as I threw myself into my mom's arms I heard my dad cursing and hollering then there was a moment of silence we heard my dad drop the pipe and when he called upstairs to my mom his voice was terrified and desperate call the cops do it now now my dad is a big guy six-four and at the time easily 250 and back when I was a baby he used to work part-time as a bouncer but in that moment he sounded frightened in a way I never thought possible there came a hard pounding from outside the front door I hid in my parents closet while my mom called the cops my dad was halfway up the stairs yelling at the guy just to leave and that the police were coming after what felt like 10 though was probably closer to three the pounding stopped the police arrived maybe ten minutes later and searched the entire property and the surrounding houses but they couldn't find the man I stayed upstairs while my mom and dad spoke to the officers in the driveway the police did routine drive-bys for the next several nights but as far as I know they never found the man I didn't get a good night's sleep for weeks I kept remembering how the man's head had snapped around to face me those pale eyes burning themselves permanently into my mind it was several weeks later that my dad finally told me what scared him so much when he had to reach the bottom of the stairs the man had his face pressed up to the window and the knife was between his teeth my dad dropped the vacuum pipe when he saw the tip of the knife and paled through the man's cheek the man had then started tracing his blood against the outside of the window with his finger after the police had arrived they know the streaks of blood all around the siding of our house as if he had encircled it continuing to run his bloody fingers across the outer walls my family never took walks at night again even after the other houses were eventually occupied and to this day I never ever peek out through the curtains at night for fear I may see those eyes again my story takes place in Lancaster California back in 2007 I was 18 at the time and a senior in high school I had picked up a job as a sign waiver you know those people who stand outside on street corners waving promotional signs for businesses yeah it sucks about as much as you think it does but as a high school student it paid fairly well by the way please stop throwing things at us from your cars while we're waving our signs it's just not cool the job is demeaning enough without having fast food launched at our heads anyway I have been standing on my corner for about two hours swinging my sign around and waving at passing drivers when I noticed this bald guy sitting across the street from me on a bench looking my way I waved to him more or less just to keep my rhythm going and he immediately gave me the finger it wasn't just a casual flip off either he raised his fist like he wanted to hit me and started shouting at me from across the intersection I couldn't make out exactly what he was saying but the word faggot was definitely used at least once I avoided eye contact with him and focused my attention on the cars again soon after my boss pulled up to the curb and told me that I was free to leave as our company got laid off and all the Sun waivers were going to be replaced by a different team I was disappointed that I would be out of work for the foreseeable future but in that moment I was relieved to be able to sit down somewhere out of the Sun I was about to tell my boss about the bald guy when I noticed that the bench across the street was empty I'm not sure when he had left but I simply shrugged it off and got into the car with my boss who told me that my replacement was going to be there within an hour over the course of the next hour I went home got changed and was meeting a friend for lunch before going to see a movie when the notifications on my phone started exploding non-stop with people asking me if I was alright and to please call them I was confused and immediately called my mom who started crying when she heard my voice I went home to be with her and immediately found out what all the concern had about the news was reporting that a sign waiver had just been shot dead on the very corner I had been standing on less than an hour ago when the victim had fallen his son had partially covered his face and he hadn't had any identification on him so most of my friends had jumped to the horrible conclusion that it was me lying there the creepy thing was that the victim and I looked very similar we were both Latino with short dark hair we were about the same height and even had been wearing nearly identical outfits I was eventually interviewed by the police and I mentioned the bald man who had been shouting angrily at me from across the street but to the best of my knowledge they concluded that the shooting was gang-related either way the situation shook me and I didn't feel safe or relaxed for a long while afterwards I felt terrible that the other guy died but at the same time had my boss not come and picked me up when he did who knows if it would have been me who was shot and killed I have a wife and child now and sometimes when I look at them I think about how different everything could have been you I'm 17 I live in the city of Estonia and Europe English is not my first language so I apologize for any mistakes it was 2:00 p.m. and I had just finished another boring school day a hag guitar lessons on Wednesday after school I considered skipping the lesson and going back home and lying to my parents that the teacher was sick and that there was no lesson today but I decided to man up and just go to class anyway that turned out to be a big mistake I got to the entrance of the building and I spotted a weird homeless guy wearing a red hooded jacket sitting cross-legged in a puddle in the middle of the parking lot I stopped and stared at him for about a minute and Confused fascination but he didn't move once it had rain the night before and there were dozens of small puddles scattered around the parked cars but it looked like he had intentionally gone out of his way to find the largest one in the law to occupy there were a couple of other people giving him sideways glances as they entered the building but no one was saying anything so I eventually just shrug and made my way to my lesson after two and a half hours of sitting in the classroom I had completely forgotten about him as I left the building I noticed to my surprise the man was still sitting there and he hadn't moved a muscle I was very creeped out and I did something very stupid I walked over to him and once I got within 10 feet I pulled out my phone and like a smartass I said Amen don't move I took a photo of him I have since lost the photo because I had to change phones after I took the picture the guy made eye contact with me and my heart skipped a beat his head didn't move just his eyes the man's skin was extremely wrinkled and weather-beaten his eyes were gray and he had an incredibly long kepta beard he smelled like he had been living in a heap of garbage his looks added to the way he was behaving and it sent a chill up my spine it was like he wasn't even human I immediately took off at a brisk walk towards the sidewalk not letting myself look I crossed the street and stopped at the opposite crosswalk waiting for the light to change my guitar case filling twice as heavy as it usually dead I glanced back towards the parking lot and my heart sank the puddle man had stood up and was walking directly towards me his eyes were staring at me intensely and he didn't even bother to look both ways before he started crossing the street I immediately called out an apology to him an Estonian and again and Russian but his expression didn't change it was then I noticed that his clothes were dripping wet from sitting in the puddle but it wasn't just a trail of water he was leaving behind him he was bleeding heavily from both hands or possibly his wrists it was hard to tell and he was leaving dark red pools on the concrete as he continued to walk towards me I immediately dashed across the crosswalk without waiting for the light to change and retrospect I'm actually pretty lucky I didn't get hit by a car I started running as fast as I could down the sidewalk without looking back I know I should have just probably called the cops but I was panicking and holding onto my guitar case with both hands I didn't want to free one of my hands to use my phone for fear that it might slow me down every so often of a glance behind me and notice that the guy was still following me with long determined strides after about five minutes of running lugging my guitar I felt like I was going to collapse but I still had another half mile to go before I reached my apartment building and the puddle man was closing in on me knowing that I was going to regret it later I dropped the case on the sidewalk and just sprinted forward down the dark street as fast as I could go I didn't look back once I got to my building I ran up the stairs down the hall and ducked into my apartment slamming the door behind me and locking it I was gasping for air like I had nearly drowned and my mother yelled at me from the kitchen for making so much noise she asked me if I was okay and I just nodded without responding I don't know why I didn't tell her what happened probably because she wouldn't have believed me and would have screamed at me for abandoning my guitar and would have made me go back to retrieve it I simply told her that I left my guitar at school overnight and locked myself in my room until I was finally able to relax the following morning I woke up at 6:00 to walk the dog and to get ready for school this is the part I'm sure people are not going to believe but I promise you it's the truth when I opened to my apartment door I gasped and my legs nearly gave out beneath me my guitar case was sitting just outside the door and had dried crusted blood all over the handle that was terrifying enough but what freaked me out even more was the outside doorknob was covered in dried blood as well my guitar case doesn't have a tag or anything on it with my name or address I have absolutely no idea how he found out where I lived I immediately washed the blood off the knob in the handle and I never told anyone not the school not the police and definitely not my parents I stopped going to my guitar lessons after that I haven't seen the puddle man since but sometimes I lie awake at night and fear knowing that he knows where I live and that he's already tried to get in once thank God I locked the door that night four years ago I was finally able to move to a big city one I had wanted to live in all my life I had just turned 23 I had a well-paying job and many of my friends already lived there I rented out a shabby studio apartment and got myself a cat I was absolutely in love with the city for a while it all started a punk show in an unkept dive bar penis doodles on the walls sticker toilets my natural habitat I have been drinking heavily and got very sociable made the rounds to greet my group of friends got free birthday beers and had a great time I stood right at the stage for most of the show because the ban was genuinely amazing it took me a while to notice the tall skinhead guy standing about five feet from me he was very tall not fat or skinny maybe broad is the right word he had a shaven head boots and braces and all that I didn't pay much attention to him as I was focused on the band during my cigarette breaks and while watching the band I noticed he was always sort of nearby but I assumed he must be socializing with common friends at one point I was standing in front of the stage and a mosh pit had formed behind me he was in it and whenever he circled back around me he would sort of shove me attempting to get me in the pit but I didn't join because I was wasted and knew I would get hurt if I did the show ended and everyone was saying their goodbyes when I realized I lost my bus pass it was too far to walk home and none of my friends will let me crash at their place I was in the middle of begging my friends for a ride or bus money when the skin had a guy approached me saying that he could drive me home he was clearly intoxicated and I knew I shouldn't ride with a drunk driver but so was I and it was raining and I never made the best decisions while in the car I got my first good look at his face he wasn't ugly but it looked like he could pass for 35 or 40 he drove surprisingly well and got me home safe at the apartments he asked if he could hang out inside I told him know that my cat doesn't like strangers he seemed to find with it and told me goodnight and left exactly one week later I discovered flowers at my front door there was no indication of who I'd sent them but I hate flowers so I threw them away a few weeks later he called me apparently he got my number from a friend he asked me if I wanted to go to dinner that weekend I was really creeped out by this I wasn't used to men hitting on me or being so direct I declined saying that I had to work that weekend which wasn't true that weekend I went to a house show there were no other skinheads attending the show so I thought he wouldn't be there but of course he was I avoided him for most of the night and tried having a good time when I realized the sky had done nothing wrong to me he had been nothing but nice and helpful he just had a crush so why was I being so cold to him and getting so creeped out I decided to say hi to him and be friendly he acted friendly back and we shared some whiskey and chatted at one point he put his arm around my waist and people teased us for looking so sappy around 3 a.m. the party died down and everyone either left or passed out around the house I was outside smoking on the front curb when he came out and bummed a smoke off me he seemed kind of angry with me out of nowhere and started going off on me for lying about having to work that day and refusing dinner he accused me of being a tease his outburst was so sudden and unprovoked he caught me off guard as he had been so nice just a while ago I tried telling him I took the day off but he didn't believe me he asked me if I liked him at this point I started to realize how unhinged he was I told him I did now keep in mind I was drunk and I said this attempting to avoid a physical confrontation this was a terrible mistake he grabbed my arm and started towards his car saying that if I really liked him I would come to his car and fuck him I tried pulling away and yelled something like you leave me the fuck alone when I turned to go back inside he grabbed the back of my hair and slammed me to the ground my head hit the pavement really hard I couldn't comprehend anything for a while I remember him above me yelling but I couldn't understand what he was saying I only remember dis lying there not moving or saying anything or screaming but apparently I had been screaming loud enough to wake up most of the people in the house they told me later that they ran out to see what all the commotion was about and saw me lying in the road screaming he was beating up on me I have no recollection of the beating they chased after him but he got in his car and drove off they took me to the hospital where I had to get five stitches on my head and had a broken nose I was released two days later when they confirmed I didn't have a concussion after my release I learned more about the sky from my friends apparently he had been telling people we hooked up that night he gave me a ride home and led people to believe that we were seeing each other since then his roommates told me that he would leave claiming that he was hanging out at my place and returned early the mornings after he never did show up to my house as far as I know but possibly stalked the place at night the same roommates of his assured me that they took care of him and he jumped states before I was even released from the hospital he hasn't tried contacting me again since it took me months to heal physically and I've become very paranoid and very untrusting towards nearly everyone I lost many friends because of what happened and a lot of people didn't believe me except for the ones who helped me out that night and the guys roommates that ran him out of state they've become very close friends with me and helped me get through this ordeal I don't live in the city anymore and I really miss it sometimes but I feel much safer in my small town when I was a kid my dad and I moved in with my grandparents for a while my grandparents house was very large and in the middle of nowhere the entire house was built out of wooden sheetrock so the outside was this dark wooden color and so were the areas that hadn't been covered with sheetrock as a design quirk everything was always creaking as the house was very old and every single decoration that my grandparents had looked like a belong in a museum my room was in the basement which in this house wasn't completely below ground so the windows in my bedroom faced out into the wide open backyard like I said this house was in the middle of nowhere so when it got dark it got really dark there were trees surrounding the house on all sides as the driveway wasn't even a straight path it curved through the surrounding forest before meeting the main road I was home alone frequently as my dad worked and my grandparents liked to go out so without even having any pets in the house when I was left alone I was isolated I was probably the only person around for miles my bedroom in the basement happened to share a wall with a laundry room but the laundry room was only accessible if he walked out of my room up the stairs towards the front door turned right went down the second set of stairs and walked down into another basement area that wasn't connected to my section of the basement I know it was a pretty weird design that section of basement had a side door that opened up into the side of an attached shed a lot of times when my dad came home he forgot to lock the door behind him because it was kind of a door within a hall really if you count the shed anyway despite the laundry room being literally right there it was still a long walk from my bedroom whenever people would do laundry I would hear them climbing up the creaky steps and slamming the door of the dryer etc one day I was home alone after school and I was sitting on the couch drawing when I heard someone knock on the front door I peered out the window to see so when standing there me being 15 I thought I was old enough to be an adult I got up and went to go answer the door the door had large glass windows on either side of it so I could easily see who was outside there was a man standing there he was a Caucasian male had a large beard with brown messy hair he was dressed in a flannel certain overalls and literally looks like a lumberjack thanks to the windows I could see him as easily as he could see me I was going to open the door but then he stepped up to the windows so quickly that I froze I just stood there while he waited almost like he was expecting something it was then I decided not to open the door uh hi I called out hesitantly heard he greeted me in a voice that was way too loud is Mary home Mary was my grandmother's name but most people who knew her well called her Mary Lou I stirred and through the glass not knowing what to say I think I got her mail by accident could she come to the door so I can talk to her they're not home I replied stupidly the man smiled and they look the pre young thing like you all Malone I didn't say anything for a moment and then pointed to the bench on the porch if you want you can leave the mill on the bench and I'll let them know you stopped by the men stared back at me and dismay but finally nodded okay you have a good good later I found out it was only a piece of junk mail I told my grandparents about the man when they got home and they told me they had no idea who it could have been so a few weeks pass and I had pretty much forgotten about the man aside from drawing my hobby was polishing long branches that I found in the forest and made staffs out of them I would spend a lot of time in the woods listening to music and twirling the staffs in my hands and teaching myself how to toss them and catch them like batons I got pretty good at it after a while one day I was outside doing this when that same man approached me he had crossed our backyard and walked right up to me I had my headphones in so I didn't hear him coming I nearly screamed when I turned around and saw him standing beside me practically within arm's reach he greeted me in a voice that was way too loud again and reminded me that he was my neighbor and he had seen me from his section of the woods and wanted to ask me about my staff I pretty much just shut down and refused to answer any of his questions with anything more than shrugs and grunt what was really bothering me was that I knew there was no one with an eye shot that could have seen me that wasn't on our own property the nearest house was several miles away I made an excuse about having to go back inside and I went through the shed entrance which in hindsight was a really stupid thing to do from back inside the house I watched him saunter off into the woods I didn't even feel bad for blowing him off this guy had no business walking into our section of the woods and approaching a teenage girl several weeks later I was home alone again and I was drawing on my computer in my room when I heard the bottom two stairs creak from the other side of the wall where the laundry room was I froze wondering who it possibly could be I hadn't heard the front door open upstairs and it was too early for my dad to be home starting to panic I left my room and hid in a storage closet under my section of stairs I used my phone as a light and crammed myself in between two boxes I pressed myself down as far as I could I was horrified to hear the laundry room steps continue to creak even though I was in the next room over something of my gut told me it wasn't my dad because he wouldn't be climbing the stairs so slowly and carefully I waited holding my breath as I could hear the ceiling above me creak the footsteps load and then backtracked as though the intruder was trying to figure out the strange layout of the house then I heard the stairs above me begin to creak I panicked as I realized whoever it was had found their way into the section of basement where I was hiding suddenly I heard the footsteps quicken and the front door was opened and then shut a few minutes later I heard my grandparents walk inside the man had pretended to wait at the front door for them and my grandparents didn't even notice that the front door was unlocked I cautiously got out of the storage area and stood at the base of the stairs mostly hidden behind the corner just peeking out to see what was going on but he saw me he waved in grinned at me like he was my friendly uncle I did not wave back he was acting friendly and confident not at all like a man who was just almost caught for breaking and entering we moved a short while later and thankfully my grandparents have never heard from him since I was in fifth grade when this happened my brother is three years older than me so he was in eighth grade at the time on now 24 and he's 27 we lived on a dirt road in the middle of nowhere surrounded by trees with my grandparents house 30 feet across the yard my dad's job used to require him to work 12-hour shifts this incident happened when he was working from 7:00 p.m. to 7:00 a.m. it was only me my brother and my mother at home my grandparents were at their house across the yard as well it was probably around 9:00 p.m. and we were sitting in the living room watching some TV before heading to bed from the living-room window you can see my grandparents house clearly as well as the dirt road behind it so you can see a car's headlights before you see the actual car while watching TV I happen to turn my head and notice headlights coming from down the road as the car came into view I noticed it began to slow down I expected my fear to be alleviated when I saw the car continued to roll past the house but it didn't the headlights just barely managed to shine past the corner of the house so I could tell that the car had come to a complete stop out front I told my brother and my mother what I saw and they came to the window to witness it themselves my mom told us not to panic it made us be somebody needing directions of course I didn't think of this at the time but what person drives down a dirt road meeting directions at this time of night we all waited at the window for what seemed like the longest few minutes of my life and my imagination was going wild with horrible scenarios that my grandparents were possibly facing finally the car came into view past my grandparents house and within a few seconds had disappeared down the road about a minute later our house phone rang and my mother picked up it was my grandmother on the other end she said that some truck had stopped in front of their house and a shirtless man had knocked on their front door my grandmother who had answered the door called my grandfather over to her and asked the man if they could do something for him the man said that he needed my grandfather to give him a ride somewhere up the road this request was extremely odd because there was someone else sitting in the driver's seat of the truck my grandfather declined his request because of their already being somebody with the man and he couldn't imagine why the man needed a ride specifically from him there was a screen door separating them from the man and after my grandfather declined his request he became visibly angry and started yelling while beating on the steel part of the screen door my grandparents closed the heavier wooden door in front of the man's face and washed him from the window until they got back in the truck and left after my mother had gotten off the phone she called my dad and explained everything to him being that he works a good hour in ten minutes away and the fact that nobody was threatened with a weapon he just told my mom to call the cops and have them check out the woods around the houses just to be sure the man and his companion weren't trying to stake us out we knew caught that went to the same church as us he came shortly after and brought another policeman with him they drove both of their patrol cars up to the tree line and shined their huge spotlights into the woods after he and the other cop had done a thorough sweep of the property they reported that they found nothing suspicious and told us that called them if we heard anything else after the cops left my mom called my dad back and told him that everything seemed to be okay however the next morning when my mom was taking me and my brother to school we were driving in the opposite way which the truck had gone the night before we hadn't even traveled a mile before we saw something strange there was a black knit cap along with a shirt and a pair of pants and she was lying on the side of the road and they looked as if they had then taken off in a hurry by the time we came home from school the clothing was gone nothing ever showed up on the news and the cops said they hadn't seen or heard anything about it either it's been 15 years since that happened and to this very day I'm still left wondering what would have happened if my grandfather had agreed to get the shirtless man a lift to God knows where this story is told from the point of view of a female this memory of mine begins about three years ago when I graduated high school I had grown up with my grandparents but decided to move to a different and much larger city to live with my dad for the first time in 12 years I some went to the city already because I spent my summers with him but this would be the first time I would have the freedom of an adult to come and go as I pleased drive my car anywhere smoke cigarettes whenever I wanted I was excited though I was sad to leave all of my friends as soon as I was settled then my dad and stepmom sat me down to discuss a few rules and what I needed to know about the complex basic things like go wherever you want but let us know when you leave and when you're coming back even if it's 2 a.m. I had to park on the street because the apartment complex had limited parking and they told me to watch out for the neighborhood creep his name was George and he was well known to all the women in the complex as well as the police that patrolled the area he was tall and fairly huge he looked very intimidating my parents were pretty certain that he believed me alone for one reason my dad though George had a habit of stalking women in the complex he would stop and find a new target if they had a man to make a show of being in their place a brother a lover or a father it didn't matter what the man was to the woman or what they looked like George would back off immediately since I lived with my dad who was also quite tall and very intimidating I felt confident that I would be all right and for a time I was it started about six months after we moved in my stepmom and my dad were fighting a lot and they eventually separated one night I was sitting on the porch having a cigarette and browsing Facebook or whatever I wish I could say that I felt like I was being watched but I probably just ended up looking up when I felt a bug on me or something George was standing about 15 feet away a little bit behind a tree staring intently at me I nearly dropped my cigarette shakily I stubbed it out and went inside I was home alone so I made sure to walk all my doors and then I played video games in my room I told myself that I was probably just being paranoid the next morning I got up for a cigarette and some coffee lo and behold only a few minutes after I got onto the porch George came ambling out of his apartment to look my way I finished off my cigarette and went back inside this pattern continued for a couple of weeks it was like George stood at his sliding glass door peeking out waiting to see when I would pop out I told my god about it and he tried to sit with me whenever I would smoke if my dad was with me George wouldn't so much as piqued his head out of his door of course the other woman and the complex have already tried to call the police about George but he lives in the complex and staring as in a crime so there wasn't much they could do I didn't know how far George had taken it with other women before with that info in my mind I knew calling wouldn't be much use things slowly began to escalate once my step mom left I had access to her parking spot so I had three ways to get from my car to my apartment depending on how I part one of the ways when just past George's apartment about five feet from his door since I got off late most nights I avoided that route as much as possible slowly but surely like he memorized my schedule he would be on one of these paths when I was coming home not directly on the concrete but a few feet away on the grass behind a tree it was like he thought I couldn't see him takes her child hiding very terribly behind a tree and you can see about 90% of their body that's how he would do it I would rush past him avoid eye contact but prepare to scream if I heard him coming after me I started to carry my keys between my fingertips I bought a pocket knife and I would walk from my car with it halfway open already even though I've never been in any kind of fight before in my life it was around this time I believe my mother was trying to find me free self-defense classes since I couldn't afford anything with my tight budget my dad was steadily getting more and more pissed off as George got closer and closer to escalating as the days went by it went from November to May if my dad wasn't home I would lock on my bedroom door and keep my knife under my pillow I would Skype all night with my boyfriend just so someone would call 9-1-1 for me if need be I put a bunch of flowerpots in front of my bedroom window so no one could get in silently I started sitting on the floor of my porch below the wall so I would be out of sight when I smoked but I would anger myself so I could see him if he walked up to it nightmares of me being kidnapped raped and murdered began to invade my dreams every night one day I was gossiping with my neighbor did you hear about George no what about him he got arrested last night in a parking lot of the complex there's this big sort of electrical power box it stands about waist height it's perhaps maybe 2 or 3 feet wide about 10 minutes before I was supposed to come home and park right in front of it some lady and her kid were walking by and saw George sitting on the box masturbating was he waiting there for me jerking off to the thought of me seeing him it kind of makes me want to puke but also scares me at the same time I was relieved for a few days of my stress but it was only a few days that he was gone then he was back and he went right back to the same old routine one night he got braver it was about maybe 7 p.m. when I went out for a cigarette with my dad a neighbor walked up to chat with my dad and George came outside and stood out in the open staring me down dudes askin to get his fucking ass kicked my dad said under his breath he went back to chatting with a neighbor I rolled my eyes went inside and played some more video games I was healing in a world of warcraft dungeon when I heard my neighbor shouting where are you but I was healing that's a pretty important job and I figured she was talking to someone else until she burst into my room in a panic her eyes were huge she honked from one foot to the other frantically like she was doing some kind of dance he's bleeding who I asked him bewilderment it's your dad come quick I made some teenager huffing sound and left my computer certainly pissing off the rest of my guild I grabbed her a little first aid kit and filled it with band-aids I thought in my mind that dad was doing something stupid like tossing up his knife and trying to catch it but when I stepped outside I found myself face-to-face with the real horror about six people surrounded my dad including my neighbor sho who was the one who came in and told me and my neighbor Caleb who was holding a shirt to my dad's side my dad was facing away from me and his entire back was covered in blood it was like he had been mauled by a bear that was seriously my first thought I didn't know that we had bears in this city Caleb's hold on the shirt slipped and blood sprayed I feel kind of queasy writing this down I have never in my life been the person to turn to in an emergency blood makes me lightheaded and I have anxiety attacks over not being able to find a specific bookmark but all the adults around me were panicked aside from Caleb I needed to be the person that people turn to I threw the first-aid kit onto the porch and I told shell where we keep our towels she then rushed inside to go grab one has anyone called 9-1-1 i shouted five pairs of eyes turned around to look at me like they've never heard of 911 before no my dad shouted I can't afford an ambulance shut up I said what happened that fucker stabbed me I dialed 9-1-1 and we laid our address and the reason for the emergency the operator told us to keep applying pressure to the wound my dad is a true champ even though the sidewalk was just one big puddle of blood he stayed on his feet until someone ran and got him a chair I ran back and forth along the walkways to get the police and to show them what house George lived in and then I ran back and forth to get the paramedics they were so agonizingly slow they walked calmly and I wanted to scream at them run my dad is bleeding out and you don't care I learned later that they don't run because they let a journalling kick in mistakes can happen they showed the Caleb out of the way because he refused to let go of my dad's wound they got my dad packed into an ambulance I was about to jump in when the police stopped me and told me that I had to stay so I could give a statement my dad shouted at me to call his boss and I remembered all his algie's and whatnot for the paramedics it's two years later and all these memories are still burned into my brain I gave my statement to the police then they made me sit outside the complex on the sidewalk for about two to three hours they kept me updated on my dad once I called his boss my boss and answered my stepmothers message that's when I loved myself to break down it felt like I cried on forever one of the cops was nice enough to go into my house and grab my cigarettes and a bottle of water for me he stayed with me the entire time to make sure I didn't run off or something but he was very nice he offered to let me sit in his cruiser a few times to get me away from the cold George was waiting in his apartment when they came when they took him out to where I was there were 14 cops he still kept trying to stare at me I stared right back and felt such hatred that I've never felt before in my life I wanted to go over there and murder my babysitting cop looked over and saw George staring so he used his flashlight to keep George from looking at me once it was all over I was allowed to go back into my house where I waited for information about my dad I gathered the story from my neighbors while he was in the hospital for nine days he shouted at George to leave his daughter alone and George shouted back at him while I was in the house comes home I go to my face like a man so my dad hopped over the porch and walked up to him this creep had been waiting with a 12-inch blade held to the side of his leg he struck out with his empty hand and then got my dad in the back with the knife he missed his kidney very very narrowly the knife traveled up and punctured his along and damaged his diaphragm my dad didn't realize that he had been stabbed at first he got George into a headlock and pummeled the shit out of him thinking the dude had just punched him in the kidney George dropped the knife rolled in the grass and picked up another knife he had been hiding and stabbed my dad again this time in the upper back this wound was much more shallow but still required stitches at this point shell came outside and screamed to my dad that he was bleeding he took off his shirt got pissed and threw it at George at that point the neighbors stalker put his hands up and went back into his apartment the blood stayed on the pavement until about noon the next day when one of my neighbors kindly washed it off for me my dad spent more time in the hospital in critical condition then George spent being held in jail I feel like it was my fault I've been addressing that in therapy but I still feel awful about what happened to my dad throughout the week wallet was on the porch or just outside I had so many women come up to me they all told me to thank my dad for them they had all been terrorized by George at some point and they were now certain that he would be away for good several poor women had George stalked them up to their apartment door and he would pull his pants down demanding sex I can't believe the cops couldn't do anything one of these days one of my neighbors came up to me and told me that the police and neighbors had searched the complex and found that George had stashed in many knives all over the place buried in gardens stuck behind trees under his doormat I shudder to think that maybe one day he had planned to grab one of his targets and do something far more sinister than stare George was declared guilty for battery with a deadly weapon but the attempted murder charge was dropped he was out of prison by Christmas on good behavior or whatever but my dad and I have a lifelong restraining order against him he has never tried to come after me so I can only hope that he's terrified of my dad I wish I could tell you guys that I took that self-defense course and learn how to fight like my dad but I'm still a pussy who can't even slap a spider so there's that my dad is doing okay now he recently just had his third surgery to repair the damage done to him internally we're hoping that this will be the last and his quality of life will vastly improve I probably owe my life to my dad if he hadn't fought George for me perhaps I would have been the first victim George stabbed for about seven years of my early 20s I worked as support staff for a company that provided residential services to people with mental disabilities it was a pretty cool job until this occurrence the house I worked in was dedicated to the care of 14 to 18 year old boys we often would receive different clients who would stay with us for any length of time short term and some very long-term Jeffrey was a 15 year old autistic teenager he was a great kid I never had any problems working with him or any issues with his behavior his parents simply weren't well-equipped enough at home to provide the care he needed his family meaning his mother father and sister would come to visit just about every weekend which was nice considering some parents dropped off their children and would never return Jeffrey's sister was also disabled but not as severely as her brother we'll call her Sally Sally was 20 years old at least 230 pounds and more often than not wreaked of body odor she wore dirty clothes had long greasy hair and had a face covered with acne and scars Sally would always watch me whenever they visited not just watch me work but would watch every move I made she often tried to flirt and it made me extremely uncomfortable but I would usually just ignore it as she was a family member of one of our patients and she wasn't really doing anything wrong after a little over a year with us Jeffrey was transferred to another residential house after he had moved he added me as a friend on Facebook due to the fact that we no longer shared a professional relationship I added him back Jeffrey began to message me no less than 20 times a day I would reply occasionally I figured perhaps he wasn't liking his new house or maybe he just wanted to try and keep in contact most of his messages were simply hey hi or what's up after about a month or two the messages picked up at least two messages an hour all hours of the day and night after receiving a message stating it's very fucking rude to ignore someone's messages and not reply I deleted and blocked Jeffrey on Facebook not long after that it had gone from being annoying to unnerving everything was pretty quiet and returned to normal for about a month one night after work I came home to my normal apartment I made myself dinner played some xbox and went to bed about 12:30 around 9:30 a.m. there was a knock at my door I checked but there was nobody there I figured they just knocked on the wrong door as there were several people living on my apartment complex at the time somewhere around 3:00 in the morning my dog started to growl and bark I awoke to the sound of the large window in my living room shattering I immediately turned the bedroom light on and dial nine-one-one to my surprise the attempted intruder was caught by security surprisingly the police showed up much quicker than I thought they would have they assessed the damage and made sure that there was nobody in my apartment and that nothing was missing before they left they brought me outside to see if I could identify the intruder when I walked outside a part of me was shocked there she sat Salley handcuffed in the back of the squad car I was able to identify her immediately in the aftermath the police discovered that she had apparently been planning this for a long time she had gotten into Jeffries Facebook which he had not been using for a long time every message was from her she had been keeping several Diaries and would write about me and fantasies her tone would often change from happy and loving to angry and disturbed she would often write about ending my life listening in court to those diary entries was the most disturbing part of it all she was convicted to six years in prison for breaking and entering and due to her various diary entries she was also charged with premeditated intent to commit assault with a deadly weapon last I heard her family have moved far away and I can't say that I blamed them I eventually found a new place to live I just wasn't comfortable there anymore tensions were high around our apartment complex when I was around the age of 10 in a month's time we had a man that committed suicide a partial fire in a building leading to reconstruction and a child that had been hit by a car who later survived even at a younger age I distinctly remember having a strong grasp on the bizarre events that were taking place it had to be around spring of 97 my mom was single and raising me and my little sister who was about five years old she managed a different complex would pick us up from school and drop us off at our apartment while she returned to work for a couple more hours I have three older siblings who all moved out at this point we had to keep an eye on each other at a young age this wasn't really a new premise for me there was no money for a sitter the oldest just had to assume the role which was me for the most part we were really quiet kids we played with our toys watch a little television and sometimes played Sega or Nintendo on this particular afternoon I recall playing with my Star Wars figurine while my little sister was doing whatever in the same living room suddenly the doorknob started violently shaking my heart dropped and I remembered being the first time I felt such terror I rushed to the phone and paged my mom and then dial nine-one-one to let the operator know that someone was breaking in the operator reassured me that help was on the way the door handle was still being messed with but I was nervous if the deadbolt and Shane would be enough a couple of loud bangs happened as if someone was ramming our door with their shoulder and then it just stopped the cops arrived shortly before my mom only to find and open the maintenance man saying air filter check now the maintenance man claimed that he announced himself verbally but I knew that was bullshit of course that cops did nothing and my mom's complaint to the office it didn't result in this man being fired unfortunately this wouldn't be the most unnerving part of the story my mom said the guy would stare her down in the parking lot and just smile at her the whole situation creeped us out and we wanted to move but we couldn't afford the expenses one night a couple of weeks later I was awakened by a loud thud coming from the roof I was rattled and I ran to my mom's room to wake her up she checked around to make sure everything was in place and assured me it was probably just a rodent we went to school the next morning and we were dropped off at home in the afternoon as usual mom usually did a quick sweep of the place even before the attempted break-in but this time something seemed off it was just a very uneasy feeling that came over us when we walked into our apartment my sister and I were ordered to stay downstairs by the front door while she investigated upstairs we waited patiently and felt very unnerved when suddenly our mother shrieking confirmed our suspicions she came barreling down the stairs and ushered us out of the door we went to a neighbor's and phoned the police my mother was barking at them someone is in our apartment the police responded pretty quickly and I was finally able to understand the situation the bedroom had a walk-in closet that contained a hatch to the Attic it connected the entire building's AC and heat there were shelves that were pretty high up lining the closet walls my mother walked in to find a dirty pair of men's underwear lying on the floor this was enough to send her running and phoning the police however the investigation revealed something more the attic hatch had been disturbed just to add the police found full handprints on the shelves in the closet the noises I heard the previous night before were more than likely this man horsing himself back up into the crawlspace using the shelves to climb on after visiting us this man was taken into custody but I don't recall what the sentencing was we ended up moving to my grandfather's house shortly after one summer a friend and I took a trip to the US were both Irish guys in our early 20s we took Greyhound buses and Amtrak from place to place since I'm the more organized when I looked after booking our tickets and reservations and when it came to staying in Chicago I thought I struck gold by finding a room at the Hilton at a ridiculously affordable price it seemed like a major upgrade to the dumbest we had been staying in but as we got off the tornado train journey from New Orleans I realized I had made a terrible mistake the hotel was in Addison Illinois not the Chicago neighborhood of Addison where we had planned on staying there was a blimp on the map that at the time consisted of little more than a road sign a petrol station a White Castle and our hotel luckily the hotel offered a discount taxi service through a cab company that they were affiliated with and sent someone out to pick us up this is where things took a turn the guy shows up pops the trunk and just as we were putting our bags in there was a roar from behind us hey you can't take that cab he has out-of-town plates that's against the law a burly cabbie was enraged by the fact that our driver had to pick us up right in front of a queue of cabs I got about two words into my explanation when our driver lunged for the guy screaming you fucking bastard I'll kill you I have my iron pipe right here and I swear to god I'll beat you until you fucking die looking back this is where we should have brought things to a halt but the truth is we didn't have enough money for a normal cab to ride somewhere so far out of town so being the two awkward Irish guys we just got in the car gazed in the opposite direction and hoped that the matter would resolve itself I'm not proud of that after jumping back in the car still cursing the driver gunned it down the wrong side of the street at rush hour evidently making up for lost time while venting road rage in the direction of any honking horns it seemed like he had been drinking but bailing out of a car that was moving that fast genuinely seemed like a terrible idea at some point between claiming that he should have been a race car driver and calling us pussies for wearing seatbelts he told us a story about how he recently beat the shit out of a customer who didn't tip him enough in my head I tried to play this off as just a slightly unnerving if not terribly effective way of ensuring a fat bonus but the side of my friend nervously counting a handful of sweat soaked $1 bills gave me a sinking feeling while I look dr. booking reservations he was responsible for things like taxi fares between us we had enough cash to cover the trip before tip this is where the implications escalated from vague threat to certain danger the cab driver kept offering to show pipe the same one he used to take care of the bad tipper despite our polite objections he actually took the pipe out from under the seat turning it around to wave it at us with a maniacal laugh while the cars sped on I couldn't tell which was scarier the feeling that we were about to crash any minute with a looming confrontation when we were inevitably shortchange him we were going so fast that the force of the wind coming to the open window took my breath away intensifying this feeling of shock definitely the most distressing journey I've ever been on miraculously the speeding had shaved valuable dollars off the total leaving just enough for a small tip we have been saved by the very excess that terrified us I jumped out the moment we stopped searching for help just in case things kicked off but the driver seemed satisfied gave us his card and said to call him anytime he said he would be glad to drink whiskey and get into some fights with us hum no thanks once we got to the safety of our hotel room we just sat there shaking shell-shocked trying to absorb what the fuck just happened there's always a reason to be afraid [Music] you you [Music]

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