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there was an abandoned factory near a train station that recently had been torn down a couple of years ago when it was still standing it was dilapidated untagged all over it looked nice and abandoned after crossing the train track and hopping a few fences we got to where the door once was it was now aborted up home we cranked our crowbars to get it off and once we did we found a huge open space everything's stripped copper wiring and such everything dusty and wooden bits rotted it smelled dank and mildewy and was so dark and it seemed like no one had stepped in there for years this Factory was huge we decided to pop out from wherever we had and came to explore another side once myself and my three friends came out we searched along the sides to find another entrance then the flashlight pointed at us shit the cops god damn I don't need a trespassing charge then oh shit he has a gun I wish this was a cop and through our charge we were huddled behind a hunk of scrap and he was bellowing for us to get out the fear I felt at that moment was unreal shaking clammy we stepped out he pointed this brightest flashlight at us his demanding voice went from a low growl to a more frantic pissed-off one who the hell are you and what are you doing do you know where you are one of us the calmest in our misguided Scooby Gang said confidently that we will leave and never return and to please allow us he sells he'll walk us out which was less walking us out more so blinding us with his flashlight and directing us to jump the fences and walk away with his gun pointed at us having my back turned towards this weapon wielding man was terrifying my option was to do what he said and hope that he wouldn't shoot the obvious one but having to trust that he wouldn't mess us up or vulnerably climbing the chain-link fence in the dark will always stay with me I don't know if there were people may be taking meth or what was being done in that factory by its apparent occupant it's gone now but that memory gives me chills whenever I past there I have a few more instances with abandoned places but this was the most traumatizing on another occasion the same group of friends and I would visit this big multi-level building that was up in the mountains it was supposed to be a rec center or Country Club but it was stopped in the midst of construction because of the outdated and hazardous materials being used I believe this was because of us bestest and the building was built elsewhere but this one remained because of financial reasons on the drive to get there you pass by some beautiful mountain homes and then up a half mile long dirt road but without any lights on as not to disturb the neighborhood we would go into this concrete and metal structure late at night breaking open glow sticks and flinging them around the rooms and spray painting and other kid shit we frequented it until this incident the group that had gone there was smaller than our usual four or five and was just me and two other friends we were equipped with a lantern a flashlight and just going to hang out the entrance were these huge metal doors they were extremely heavy and it took the two of us to push very hard to move them even a little bit they were always open everything looked normal usual amounts of cigarette butts in general trash doors open no other cars or anything around everything looked as if no one was there we entered into a room about the size of a bedroom that is directly to the right this one is so dark and small compared to the vast open spaces of the lower levels so naturally the most fun to spray glow sticks and have glow-in-the-dark shit in there is a comically creepy bug there is a pretty old children's book sitting there it's about mother Goose and tells little tales that we've all heard the illustrations are super weird-looking anyway who doesn't love getting scared so one of my friends picks it up because we're into this creepy book that we found and are probably going to keep it we keep walking around the inside and his squeaks and screeches this is in the mountains and this is an old building whenever we heard noises our minds go to two places it was either one an animal will bug or a clunky piece of metal as these things were heavy or - we are in an abandoned place at night anything heard is going to be scary we all smoked at the time and went outside - the stairway that goes into a hole where there is a lot door sat on the stairs and smoked we heard a little high-pitched scream that almost sounded like it could be from a magpie it creeped us out and then we began to hear rustling and some sort of soft clumping very with almost seemed to be too much for people walking but probably there was another person here so we decided to scope it out we carefully walked the perimeter but see no people no cars nothing indicating that someone else would be there when we walk to the entrance my friend jokes that the book is haunted in causing these disturbances she says that she better give it back to the ghost so it won't get mad or something and throws it towards the entrance it lands opens and flips a couple of pages the note was still very still not breezy or windy when we started to freak out we feel a little unsettled and unsure if we should go back in we also lost our lighter so we only had our flashlights as we couldn't light our lantern anymore then this huge Creek one of the doors is shot how that happened without us hearing is beyond my comprehension as we would have definitely heard it it's extremely loud the other door this heavy ass door that is damn hard to move even one bit is closing on its own fairly quickly and glides shut with a loud bang that makes us all jump we booked it at that point ran into the car and never went back it doesn't seem that scary to recount but damn when I think about what I saw I feel sick I have horrible nightmares about this place when the outcome is much more grisly so that doesn't help it was my first night in a new city and I call my mother to tell her that I had arrived safely she tells me that the girl I dated when I was 17 as I was now 23 and hadn't heard a peep out of her in five years called out of the blue looking for me and left her lumber lonely and bored I rang her up and had a strange catch-up session she told me she was engaged to a woman and that her life after we broke up was this series of unfortunate events we hung up on Pleasant terms with no plans to keep in touch three days later I am exiting my building and who is standing there in the rain waiting yup huh she had flown 2,500 miles in the middle of the night because she thought we were destined to be together she told me how she was so torn up about us not being together that she had pulled out all of her pubic hair she also bought her fiance who was as crazy as she and was urging my eggs to have a baby with me I calmly tried telling her that this was insane and that I had no interest in any of this when out of nowhere it all goes black I wake up to chaos and my doorman is holding the fiance down waiting for police turns out she'd hit me on the back of the head with a full bottle of champagne that they bought to celebrate with us arrests were made and restraining orders followed a few years back my husband and I were living in an apartment in Brooklyn one night we decided to check our neighborhood sex offenders registry and we discovered that an offender lived in our building not a big deal to us as we didn't have any children at the time but I should mention that this guy was one creepy looking dude and I'm talking about wild hair crazy eyes and a creeper we would see the guy walking around the building or neighborhood every now and then he even set up fruit stands for a while and would wildly yell at people as they passed by he never bothered us so he mostly didn't think about him at the time I was working a crazy job where I would be at work really late every night and have to take a taxi home on those nights my husband would stay up late and wait for me to get home I was also a bit brain-dead when I would get home after a 20-hour shift so sometimes it would take me a while to find keys and my husband would have to let me in one night I had texted that I was leaving the office at around 3 a.m. about half an hour later my husband heard our door handle jiggling assuming it was me he got up to let me in however something made him look at the people first and there he saw him the sex offender completely naked standing outside the door as soon as my husband looked out the guy stopped jiggling the handle looked up and put his eyeball right up to the peephole to try and look him as if he could tell if someone was looking out of him then for some reason my husband opened the door as soon as he did the gray tried to force himself in the apartment eventually he got the door closed and called me I was about a mile away from our building when I received the call and I was terrified it must have been obvious because when we got to the building the taxi driver asked if he could walk me to the front door I told him yes and that I would appreciate it and he stood with me until my husband came from outside to walk me in we lived on the sixth floor and from the moment we walked him you could hear someone running up and down the staircase we ran to the elevator and jumped him pressing the closed door button over and over until the elevator started to move when we got to about the third floor the floor where the sex offender was at the time he began banging on the elevator doors trying to get in and then we heard him go to the stairs and start running up the stairs to catch us when we got to our apartment we called the cops and reported the terrifying situation it took them two hours to arrive and by that time the guy had already picked up his clothes and gone home the cops didn't even come inside the building they made us go outside and didn't even get out of their cars when I explained what happened they responded by saying you live in Brooklyn get used to it eventually we moved out of the building but whenever we go back to that neighborhood we still see the guy at his fruit stand yelling at people walking by a few years ago I was backpacking in eastern Washington with some friends of mine I don't know how well you guys know Eastern Washington but it's pretty much dust sagebrush and dirt we decided to hike up on top of this Canyon then from there you could see miles and miles of straight nothing after a few hours of transversing the top of the cliff we eventually found a little crevasse that kind of took us a little ways underground into a pretty decent-sized cave the cave was filled with little bones like mice and bats in one of the corners of the cave there was a rock fixture that jutted up from the ground and almost made a separate room in the room we found lots of scratches on the walls photographs and three bottles with notes in them well this was kind of off-putting on its own we figured it was just some sort of joke and we'd find a silly SOS note in the bottles the scariest part about it all was the photographs was super ordinary of families and normal people and two of the notes in the bottles made no sense at all while it was English it was pretty much straight gibberish no the words made any sense in context with the other words the third bottle had a super ordinary letter talking about what they've been up to something you'd send to a fairly distant relative after not speaking with them for a while I don't really know what to think of it all I feel like you could have easily just been someone joking around but it was almost too strange for that under a church in my local town there is this green door covering with no handle because it's a wooden real fake bull legit though it's a door with no hinges it's meant to just stop access into there I'd like to mention the door is on the back side of the church and outside the church grounds there's no Road near it one day me and my mates saw someone had smashed the wooden door thing to pieces as typical teenagers we wanted to explore but me being me I said we should research it in our town there are quite a lot of tunnels linking houses and shots that he usually chained off but a lot of them are still open and haven't been explored this was the first time when we wouldn't have to ask a shop owner to have a look I found that they were apparently all these ghosts including the blued Rumble who got killed during a war in the early 11th century my friend believes in all the paranormal stuff so he got his cross and go shit ready I packed a 500 lumen torch to light up the place and had a pack of batteries spare as well as a walkie talkie and all the other essentials it was the early hours and pitch black and we went in everyone was completely silent as we crept down the stairs and suddenly we realized there was a 90-degree turn where we couldn't see the right everyone was scared shitless to go down first so my mate little red flare and throw it in then we all walked in together there was this huge room with another doorway we looked around the first room finding needles and blood we carried on through the doorway and found a grate that had a ladder offered obviously we were buzzing and thought what a great idea to cut through the lock and climb down the ladder three out of the four of us were down when the largest of us all started climbing it was rickety and kind of rusted and it broke when he was halfway the exit from the ladder was a tunnel completely dry and pitch-black but he fell and shattered both ankles oh and there was a bad stench yeah bad situation as we couldn't get back up the ladder and my mate couldn't walk and he was the biggest guy so we had to carry basically when me and one other maid carried on leaving the others to find help as the walkie-talkies got no reply we walk past rotting rat corpses live rats and a shit ton of bloodstains after about 30 minutes of walking after about a mile we found a crossroad straight left or right basically left was a dead end right was a dead end and straight had a ladder the ladder was rusted and we were scared to climb it but I climbed it and found someone with a needle in their arm dead their face was rotting and I was about to be sick the ladder led to identical rooms but no lock on there great I went back down the ladder got the others to come back and we managed to get my large mate up and out and took him to the hospital we couldn't say where we went or talk about the dead guy because we knew it would be trespassing we had a neighbor before who was possessed by demons apparently she made a deal with the demon when she was younger Bela followed her when she got possessed four or five men were holding her down but she trashed them like toys a pastor was called as the whole neighborhood watched and when the exorcism started her body twitched and spasmed she also levitated less than an inch above the bed the exorcism was very exhausting and she said that she would just go with them as in the demons but they told her to trust in God because if not she would be dragged to hell after the first day they thought that they had moved all the demons but some of them were still holding on to her they did another exorcism and finally they were all removed they removed a total of six demons within her and I also saw a news story on TV where several students in a school in a very rural area were possessed what's weird about this is they started speaking Latin German and Greek languages that are not taught in schools here in Asia the Philippines I found it incredibly creepy and is certainly one of the scariest things I've heard in my life I spent various stretches of time backpacking been camping throughout the US and have seen some strange things my brother and I came across an abandoned trailer town of sorts that scared the hell out of us we also came across a rundown and really really small town out in New Mexico that seemed to have one person living in it on the fact that there was still some food and supplies there that were just fairly fresh we spent a couple of days there trying to find the person just to find out why they were staying in the town and we never found a soul we also found the skeletal remains of an unknown number of deer ranging from Bucks deforms ensnared in barbed wire fencing that encompassed a ten-by-ten area in the Ozarks a fear of the skulls topped the fence posts and there was one post in the middle of the area that had decaying deer bodies look to be too but there were only six hooves jutting out of the wreckage and they were wrapped around it we found a dummy hanging from a tree while in the Yukon Territory of Canada literally out in the middle of the woods no reason for it as far as we know we also came across a dead junkie on a road out to Olympia obviously OD as he had his arm tied and a needle in his hand eyes were glazed over and staring right ahead with his mouth slightly ajar I need to give you a bit of background when this occurred I was not living the healthiest of lifestyles I quit using heroin when I was 25 and moved to France for five years I just recently moved back to the States this past summer this is relevant because it speaks to my mindset at the time all about how this occurred and why I was comfortable taking the absurd risks I took I was a drug fiend anyway on to the story when I was 20 I had moved from Baltimore to the Eastern Shore thinking the distance would help mitigate my habit it didn't instead I just ended up driving to Baltimore every couple of days and buying several hundred dollars worth of heroin instead of just buying less on a daily basis in the process I got to know a lot of good people some of them Hanks in Baltimore a hack is someone who operates a cabby illegally often they take people into the city to pick up their drugs or just charge half the rate of a legit cab driver I had met an older guy at a Dunkin Donuts in Dundalk who did this now I wasn't into the habit of using hacks uh one night my ride went down a one-way street the wrong way in front of a police officer and we were pulled over and surged it ends up the idiot had bought his stash of pot with him so we were arrested and God was I pissed around midnight that night they released me it ends up that not only had my friend admitted ownership of the marijuana but the reason they'd used to searched us that his license was showing up as suspected was bull and my friends lawyer had called them up on it so there I was in the middle of Baltimore City with no ride and nowhere to go dopesick in the middle of December they released the men and women separately and my friend cell phone was still off at the time when I tried to call it it ends up he'd been released several hours earlier but had left his phone in the truck there anyone who hasn't had the pleasure of being arrested they impound your vehicle you're out of luck re getting your vehicle back not to mention another couple of hundred dollars in the home as I mentally ran through my list of options I remember the hack I'd met earlier that week and decided to give him a try I figured mill at the least if he was still awake I could pay him to help me cope and drop me off at the Greyhound bus station to wait out the night well I called and not only was he up and about but he was also only about a 10-minute Drive away from where I was being released the fact that he was still up and about at 1:00 in the morning may have given normal people pause I just assumed he was probably a crackhead Tweaker or somesuch and wrote it off his luck within half an hour he showed up and I clambered into the long gray sedan just grateful to be out of the cold and back on solid ground now to give you an idea of the way this guy came off the very best I can think to describe him is gray everything about him just gray his vehicle was a medium Dinge dup gray his hair was very long ish and a deep solid gray even his palace seemed gray I remember he had the face of a postmenopausal woman sort of Jolie if you know what I mean soft in retrospect the guy was creepy as all get-out but at the time he seemed unexceptional and really in the drug world there are so many weird people that unless someone comes off as blatantly volatile you eventually learn to just ignore the crazy if you don't you're drown in it we managed to cop in Baltimore there's always someone else I asked the guy to take me to the Greyhound station just wanting to get well and to Carla till I could think about catching a bus and he just sort of looked at me look down look back up and then asked if I just wanted to go watch TV at his place till the buses began running looking back I remember feeling a bit hesitant but the man seemed so unexceptional such a nonentity then I couldn't imagine him being a threat and if I'm entirely honest I just wanted a clean warm place to get it on I was well beyond dopesick at this point all my consuming thoughts were to just get straight taking my silence for hesitation I remember him telling me not to worry and he wasn't going to try anything I ought to have mentioned that I am a five foot six a hundred pound female twenty years old at the time and the bus station wasn't the safest place for a tiny female like myself to be hanging out at two o'clock in the morning that he was just trying to help well I thanked him I said sure and we proceeded to drive out towards the county to this day I'm still not sure in which direction we even went in just that wherever it was that he lived it was about an half an hour outside of the city and that it was not in the woods but in a heavily wooded area as we neared his house he started acting a bit strange not enough to set off the alarm bells yet but still I'll never forget him saying that either the police chief or the chief's son lived in the same cul-de-sac that he did that they were friends and that the guy had helped him out of what termed to be a few predicaments the house was right on the lake with a dock in the backyard and I have no idea what county this was in and no one I've tried describing it to has ever been able to pinpoint it either it was totally alien to me we pulled into his driveway and I was shocked to see that his house was closer to being a McMansion than the hovel I assumed I was in for he would go on to tell me as he parked and we walked up to his door that it had belonged to his mother who had recently passed away here this ratty little man with a ratty little car in his ratty little clothes is living in an extremely well an expensive house driving around all day and night for pocket change and basically living in a dunking doughnuts that was a bit more skeptical when we went inside the situation became even stranger but at least more familiar more in line with what I'd seen the guy do thus far the house was covered in two things dust and knickknacks and when I say covered I mean covered every square inch surface space was covered in a tacky little porcelain angel and dollar store crammed shelves tables the top of the ginormous odd box television even the kitchen was covered in them the kitchen itself I only saw for a brief moment but I'll never forget how even the sink was filled with the things there were the obligatory dollies that all old people seemed to have in spades all of them coated and dust and discolored I asked where the bathroom was and excused myself to go get high I was getting pretty weirded out at this point and I just wanted to get straight to it in order for me to decide what to do the first thing I did was went back to the living room which was the first room you walked into when you came into the door I didn't want to go any deeper into the house I really wanted to take a look at the lock on the door and to create an exit strategy and hope I didn't really need one the hope was quickly dashed the first thing the guy did was brew me a glass of water and a handful of pills I asked him what the pills for and he said to sleep now it's 3 a.m. at this point I have to be at the bus station by 6 at most and we have maybe two hours before we need to leave I tell him that don't think that's a great idea since falling asleep isn't on the agenda that we didn't have time even for a quick nap well he starts to become pretty insistent that I take the pills well he starts to become pretty insistent that I take the pills believe me if we weren't so out in the middle of nowhere not to mention it being December and bitter bitter cold at this point I have booked it instead I sort of laughed and took the two pills out of his hands and stuck them in my mouth and took a sip of water saying well what the hell immediately he brightened and shuffled off to get me another glass of water which I requested looking back I shouldn't have even drunk the bloody water I spat out the pills and shoved them in this seat of the sofa the whole time we'd been talking about little things Baltimore local politics music nothing deep at this point he starts asking me about my chemicals about drugs specifically what sort of drugs will knock someone out but no harm how much you need or what for someone say for someone tiny like myself I try to act as if this is entirely normal conversation at this point it seems that my existence is depended on whether or not I register how abnormal the entire situation was I think my thought process at the time was that I couldn't act as if I knew anything was going on and as time went on which you'll see what I mean in a bit was that I couldn't act as if I knew what was going on that I could note as if there was anything strange or alarming occurring that he would be stupid to let me leave and let me live if he knew that I exactly what was going on here that I need to seem like an on threat the whole time we are having this discussion by the way the guy kept trying to get behind me at one point he succeeded and started rubbing my shoulders I just laughed said I wasn't a fan of massages and that I needed to run to the bathroom when I came back I made sure to sit on the side of this sofa that was against the wall and I'm looking around for a phone but I don't want to ask for one because I don't want him to know that my cell phone is dead yeah another great stroke of luck my cell phone had died about five minutes after I called the creep to come and pick me up now this whole time the guy had been pacing around the living room sitting for a few minutes only to get back up again walk back and forth a bit and then of course sit down he'd begun talking about his mother how she collected these knickknacks and how she died a heart attack and how he'd been thinking about renovating the house but hadn't had the heart to make any changes to anything yet so he says he wants to show me something he wants to show me the upstairs why I didn't run screaming out of that place I didn't know I think part of me was still very much hoping that I was misreading the situation and this guy was just lonely and creepy and socially maladaptive not actually dangerous or anything but here we were yet one more horrible trip coming into play creepy obsession with mother and bizarre dust filled house perfectly preserved in memory of her down to the last glass that she used sitting on the kitchen table I shit you not and now the guy wants to show me the upstairs he wants to show me her room so I follow him up the stairs at first he makes it obvious he wants me to go out before him but I wasn't having any of that we get to the second story and there were three I never made it to the third however and turn off down this hallway and he opens the first door to the left and goes in honestly I'm half expecting to see the body of his dead mum lying on the bed or something then find myself seriously relieved when I find myself standing in just one more dust coated room full of crap I don't remember much about the run I remember the bed was made and that I couldn't tell if the comforter was dark or just covered in so much dust that it appeared that way he gestured for me to sit down and I obliged what followed was the worst experience he sat down on the end of the bed next to me and began talking about his mother after a bit he looks at me and said it was so beautiful I bet little girls really liked you I tried to lead the conversation back to his mother he gets up and walks over to the far wall of the bedroom starts referring to our earlier conversation about drugs and knocking someone else he asks me what I would use to knock out a child what I would use to keep a child knocked out for long periods of time safely and trying at this point to act as if I am still on point as they found not finding this line of conversation to be dreadful creepy and horrible I tell him I really didn't know I'm just a dope friend not a chemist he asks about heroin and if that would be safe at this point I've just had it and I think he could tell and he says I want to show you something I begin to protest and tell him that I have to use the restroom but he insists he pushes on the cheap wood paneling on the wall and a large square of it swings open he gestures inside says he's been working on it for a few years then it's just big enough for a small woman but made for a child it's a sort of cot and there are loops on the end for rope and some other restraints I'm sure I note out of the bedroom and down the stairs I didn't run I just told him I had to use the restroom again while I am walking shaking down the stairs I pull my cell phone out of my purse and mimic dialing on it I was lucky that he stayed behind to close up the bedroom and that the thing in the wall so that he didn't see my phone wasn't even turning on I pretended to be having a conversation with a friend of mine and at that point he showed up began loudly recounting that we had transpired the evening to my friend and I told him how I called the nice gent we had met I had been with my friend Tom at the time we'd met the guy and that he had picked me up and that I was now at his house but we would be leaving shortly and then I pretended that my friend had offered to come pick me up from the bus stop and in one respect I was lucky the guy knew I was living out of town but he didn't know I was living four hours away or that any friend of mine would have to make that hellish long trip if they were going to come and collect me I told my friend that I head out for the bus station ASAP and I'd see him soon I still remember the look on the guy's face as I said that he'd darkened you know the look that snotty spoiled little kids get when someone actually dares them and tells them no it was like that it was like that look but was there was something almost perverse about seeing it so openly displayed on the face over fifty something year old man so I started to grab my purse and zip up my coat all the while gibbering on about how my friend remembered him and had said to tell him hi it seemed at the time that there were two things that were of the utmost importance at that moment the first to make him feel that I hadn't found him or anything he said or displayed odd I didn't want him to think I would be some sort of threat to his plans or his well-being if he ever let me leave secondly I wanted him to know that he was identifiable and that if someone at least someone who could identify him knew I was with him this is pretty much the end of the story although I had one more far worst encounter with the same guy a couple of weeks after he took me to the bus station and acted shitty the entire time we were driving there the second encounter convinced me not only that I was lucky to be alive but I had spent several hours in the home of a serial killer though I think he had done anything yet at the time that I spent at the terrifying early-morning in his house no I think he was gearing up though and by the second brief encounter I had with the guy I'm positive he had I don't know how to put it that uncertainty he displayed me with was gone I think by that point he'd crossed the line now I took down his license-plate number as he was leaving that morning and I did contact a friend of mine who was a police officer and gave him a description of the creeps house car his license number first name cell phone number and a detailed account of what transpired that morning in his home a year or so later I would receive a call from the very same officer asking if I still had a record of the info I given him unfortunately I no longer did and the owner of the Dunkin Donuts on Eastern Avenue that the creep usually did frequent had no information on him the last he'd seen of him the creep had come by to show him a car he'd purchased it was black and a sedan and that's all the owner knew I wasn't high alert for a week or so I had received a couple of sketchy calls from a blocked number but nothing I couldn't pin on the creep my life went back to normal my normal at least and after a couple of weeks I was able to convince myself that I had exaggerated the whole encounter after all I was still breathing so one day Tom and I decided to take a trip to the city to pick up my stash for the next few days usually when we went to Baltimore we pick up about five or six hundred dollars worth of scram 70 pills love and this would last the two of us about two days sometimes three I had a hell of a habit well on this day in particular we decided to pick a bit more than usual I can't remember why but the entire trip was cursed from the get-go we were late leaving the shore and there was an accident in the harbor tunnel that ended up backing up traffic for a good three hours by the time we made it to Eastern Baltimore my contact had dipped I ended up getting in touch with another guy who sold out of Dundalk so he went down to admin Avenue the same Erdman Avenue of the creeps Dunkin Donuts and so I had Tom Park in the goodwill parking lot so that I could go find my guy most of my contacts Newton but this guy I was going to meet was one of those paranoid hitters and wouldn't serve me if he even knew Tom's truck was in the vicinity of where we were meeting so I had to hoof it I can't remember exactly where it was he wanted me to meet him but I'm fairly certain that it was on Dundalk Avenue or Merritt Boulevard one of the large roads that runs through Dunn dark like a vein whenever I'm in the city and I have to walk anywhere I employ the look down look at your feet never look a stranger in the eye if a car honks their horn at you do not respond method of minding my own business a large part of the reason I do this is the unspoken reason it's because a lot of people will assume that you're a hooker if they see you walking generally if you don't respond when they honk their horns and holler at you after a bit they'll probably leave you alone and don't forget the police and the Undercovers it's their job to harass you a bit and to see if you'll respond to see if you're doing business or merely an unlucky member of the vehicle list here of society on this particular day I remember being more than little spooked of the absence of traffic it wasn't a nice day it was overcast gray a standard January afternoon in Baltimore but it wasn't abnormally shitty either there was certainly no reason for it to be so quiet I was walking down one of done darks larger roads the traffic should have been steady there should have been a few people shopping and walking about at least but no it was just me and the occasional ragtag car I was about a mile down from the road from my meeting point with my dealer when a black sedan pulled up next to me it was the creep he opened the passenger side door from inside and told me to get him now I seriously considered altering the story from my point of view to make myself look like and feel like less of a retard but so far I've been entirely honest in my row telling of this encounter with the guy so I'm not gonna start lying anyway please cut me some slack over the three or four weeks that had passed since the incident to his house I'd spent a fair amount of time talking myself into believing that I had overdramatized the whole encounter that maybe that little room in the wall with the cot hadn't been what I thought it was in short I had tried to convince myself that I was just a heroin apple junkie who had blurred the lines in between reality and fantasy so when the creep pulled up and told me to get into his car there were a lot of reasons why I did that instead of doing what a sane person would do which is start screaming running and pitching a fit and just generally no peeing the hell out of there I've tried to figure out that day why I did that and all I can say is that I had been convincing myself that there was no way I'd actually experienced what I thought I had and my dislike at the feeling that I'd been a giant coward I sort of felt compelled to face the guy and verify that now there was nothing strange going on and that it really had all been in my head but at the same time there was another dynamic at play the fact that I was still sickeningly afraid of the creep I remember pulling back from the open door of the car and looking around looking at the whole lot of no one and nothing on the street and thinking that if I didn't go willingly he could easily run me down on his own I told him I was busy and I told him I was on my way to meet my guy and he said that's fine he'd take me the rest of the way and drop me off that he'd even take me back to wherever I was going afterwards if I wanted me to so I got into the car I was absolutely terrified then I fell back into the same routine I'd utilized the first time around acting disoriented and high hannes and glad to see him I asked him what he'd been up to and he said in a perfectly monotone voice that he tried to call me and why hadn't I answered I explained that I used throwaway cell phones and that I had acquired a new one since my minutes had run out on the other now I remember I said that I've only been about a mile or less from my meeting point with my dealer when the creep pulled up my hopes were pinned on him keeping his word and actually taking me to where I need to go if that happened I thought that everything would be okay then that I didn't need to worry but of course it didn't when he blew through the light we needed to turn out I told him he missed my stop oh he replied don't worry I'll take you the way you need to go I just want to talk to you for a minute first I felt sick to my stomach he pulled off Dundalk Avenue and I could see that he was turning into one of those little parks that they have dotted throughout the city parks with jogging paths and a few token toys and swings for children if I recall correctly there was some sort of school or other government building in the background I remember thinking that as soon as he slowed down just a bit I was going to jump out of that car I also remember thinking that I need to relax that if he even thought for a moment that I was beginning to freak out my chances of him slowing down they were giving me any sort of out would be now you see the whole time he had been going on about how he was looking for sedatives and wanted to get some xanax as well as a cocktail of other drugs how he'd really like my help and how he'd been scouting the park we were in at the moment as well as other parks throughout the city and counting and how he was certain that with someone like me by his side to help lure little girls back to his house he could fulfill his dream he said and here is what terrified me the most he could use the dock behind his house to get rid of the bodies I've never disliked myself more than I did that day the whole time he'd been talking about all of this I'd been doing two things one I had began to slouch down in the passenger seat with my eyes or my shot trying to act as if I'd nodded out I could only see him a little out of the slit in the corner of my eye the whole time he was talking about this and that and now he'd been routed around underfoot in front of his seat slowly sneakily as if he was trying not to make any noise so when I could respond to him I would make a warning gesture like move my hand to indicate I was about to open my eyes the last thing I wanted to do was to make him feel like he'd been caught and that he had to pull whatever it was out immediately the second thing I've been doing was how I was responding to his questions instead of acting freaked out or upset I was trying to act like I was on board with all of this but not to on board I was trying to act like I was considering it like I had the option to do this if I wanted or not I didn't want him to think of me as a victim and I didn't want him to think that I was thinking of myself as a victim I was hoping that if I acted like his peer like a potential partner in crime that he would treat me like one or at least pretend to for long enough for me to leave the car he was starting to circle the park when he began to slow down significantly through the slit opening of my eye through my eyelashes I could see him reach as far down as he could under the front seat all the while watching me intently to see if I'd move I knew it was time to get the hell out of the Dodge because whatever he had whatever he was looking for down there he did not want me to know about it and that terrified me and God was i lucky I was lucky because at the same time that he was slowing down another card come out of nowhere and was slowing down next to his vehicle he sat up and I bolted I just grabbed the door handle and fell out of the door of ran without ever looking back I pulled myself out of my person called my friend and had him picked me up from one of the stores on the corner of the Avenue I was bawling terrified at my own stupidity how close I knew I had come to ending up in someone's psycho dungeon this was how he referred to the hole in the wall during the run that day all because I didn't listen to my instincts or hell just pure common sense I cried and cried and cried thinking about the creep and all the things he said he wanted to do to little girls this for all intents and purposes is the end of my encounter with the cream but two or three months after all of this happened I received a phone call one day and I didn't answer it because the number was unfamiliar later that week I checked my voicemail it was the creep he changed his number and wanted to let me know he had finished renovating the house and wanted me to come see it he said he put an ad in some paper and was letting out various rooms at boarding rooms for women only and there he had some interesting ideas he wanted to talk over with me I forwarded the new number to my police officer friend and changed my own despite what I said earlier when I had told the creep that my number I changed and I used throwaway phones my number had never changed I just never answered because I didn't know I'm prior to our second meeting had not bothered to set up my voicemail at that point in time over the years I've tried on and off to find the creeps house now with Google Maps I may even be able to narrow down the counting the donkey doughnuts he hung out her every morning for years is the one on Edmond Avenue Google Maps shows the Dunkin Donuts with a bus stop out front for anyone that's interested in checking it out I still think the best bet is the owner of the Dunkin Donuts the creep hung out there for years picking up business drinking coffee and talking to the owner I refused to believe they didn't know each other a bit better than the owner made out all that the creep just never showed up there again I can believe that he may have cooled it with that place after a brief encounter but I think it's almost a given that he'd have gone back eventually the only other point of possible identification I can think of is the cop that the creep claimed lived in the same cul-de-sac that he did he said it was either the police chief or his son I remember him seeming to find that amusing and he laughed about his friendship with the cop but they were on the river of the cul-de-sac and it had to be accessed via a bridge from the mainland beyond this recollection and tapped anyone out there with addiction issues you can meet them I was a heroin addict from 19 to 25 when I picked up and moved overseas for me it took relocating halfway around the world to get far enough away from my addiction to overcome it but I'm going on six years clean this April and I'm thankful that my life doesn't consist of elements like the above any longer if I can do it anyone can my friends and I found a 22 year old girl facedown in the mud with both her legs broken and compound fractures she had no cellphone no water and no food and nothing to keep her warm her friend was dead here's the backstory my two friends and I were hiking in a pretty popular spot in our area it's in a hundred and fifty foot waterfall that takes about 45 minutes of uphill hiking to get to we decided to go bouldering around the bottom of the waterfall as there are various little pool was in boulders where the water runs off from the waterfall this bordering trail is not on the main trail and not very many hikers ever veer off the main trail when we found her obviously we called 9-1-1 and gave her any supplies we had eventually a helicopter showed up and they flew her to the nearest hospital turns out she was hiking with her friend the night before when they both fell off the waterfall her friend must have gone and gotten help but unfortunately died less than a hundred yards from where the girl was found so no one even knew she was hurt or that she was even there it's a miracle she was still alive and mind-blowing to think what she had gone through when we found her 20 hours later I lived in a National Park by myself for three months several times when I was going back to my trailer for the day I would hear music like a music box or ice-cream truck it was always loud and sounded like it was coming from somewhere over my head one day I decided to look for the source so I followed the dirt road past my trailer the music continued I couldn't tell if I was getting close Ronald and I had my eyes on the trees I looked down just in time to avoid stepping on a snake I scrambled but it didn't move I realized it was dead and it wasn't alone there were half a dozen dead copperheads stretched out in the road looking in the same direction I went back to get my car because I couldn't bring myself to step over them but by the time I got my keys the music had stopped playing and I didn't hear it again this happened to my wife she is an RN and she was on float to another unit helping him as she normally worked cardiac but she was helping out on this one occasion in the Alzheimer's unit she was saving a particular patient for last as the patient was very well known to be a real pain very old and mean to everyone and just generally tried to make the nurses miserable she and the respiratory therapist got to the patient's room at the time so they decided to tackle her together they got to the room and the patient had smeared shit all over the walls of the bathroom and the hospital room she was standing on the bed screaming and jumping up and down the two of them somehow got the patient calm got the horrible mess cleaned up and got their job done she said it took about three hours they then went and put a big Do Not Disturb sign on the door to make sure the patient could calm down and get some sleep they were standing one person on each side of the door herself and the respiratory therapist catching their breath and proclaiming how much that sucked when they spotted someone a big farmer looking guy wearing a John Deere bass walker overalls a red plaid checkered shirt and big work boots coming down the hospital hallway and he looked kind of annoyed he walked right past them into the patient's room slamming the door open my wife caught the door on the back swing and marched right into the room after him with the respiratory therapist right behind her planning on dragging him back out and giving him a piece of her mind when she got in he was not in the room there was no sign of the person she followed in she looked under the bed she looked in the bathroom and she checked behind all the curtains she even made sure the window still would not be open no sign of the farmer at all she then noticed the patient was sitting upright in bed just kind of staring off into space so she asked her did you see someone come into the room the patient replied yes it was my daddy he said he was coming to take me home tonight and that you mean people won't be able to hurt me anymore she responded with that's great how about you get some rest before he comes to collect you the patient then laid down and went to sleep the patient died that night my wife and the respiratory therapist swapped stories to make sure they were not crazy they both saw it there was a guy on my shift who got a domestic call on the other side of the county he responded to the house and found a guy running laps around the yard of the home the family said in broken English that the guy was possessed and they had called a witch doctor to help out who was on the way the crazy guy ran up to the officer and got in his face so the officer detained him by placing him in handcuffs and laying him down on his back on the porch until he could figure out what was going on while talking with the family he noticed that the guy was moving the heels of his feet were on the ground and his body was flat but his upper body was three inches off the ground and his hands were still behind his back handcuffed the dude was levitating the officer pushed him to the ground took off the handcuffs and told the family how they should have him committed and left no one ever went to follow up I hope he got the help he needed me and a few good friends decided to explore this abandoned Charles Hospital that we heard about that was in a small village about an hour away from us we get there and it's this huge plot of land trees surrounding the whole place and the building in the center it looked extremely creepy we had to climb up the wall to get inside as we couldn't get in on the ground floor and we had to go through a window that was ajar after climbing through the place was a mess rubble everywhere but it looked completely desolate as if no one had been inside for years so anyway we went straight up to the roof sat and had a few beers in them went home I decided to go back a few days later with my girlfriend to have a proper look around because I wanted to explore it we went into the building and immediately there was a very different vibe on like the other night we jumped over the broken staircase to get to the ground floor and this was next to a large heavy-duty wooden door with multiple boats and chains over it and found a trapdoor with a ladder underneath it which led into the basement that convinced my girlfriend to come with me but she wouldn't explore the basement when we were there just stayed at the bottom of the ladder with her torch while I had a quick look around this is when it got really scary I walked past some machines in the small room which was completely empty with the exception of a kicked over chair and a noose hanging from a pipe directly above my chair I shat myself and turned around to leave when on the wall there was red graffiti saying don't come back needless to say I have a pimple my girlfriend told me after that she felt I was gone for about an hour when I knew I was only gone for about five to ten minutes and she told me that she kept hearing whispers from the dark corridors and the trapdoor fell shut above her at one point for no apparent reason there was a very scary place and I would love to go back with more people but damn that shit absolutely terrified me there is an abandoned East Coast insane asylum that I've often seen posted on YouTube as well as other places on the Internet I personally have been there around ten or fifteen times over the course of a decade and each time I found something new as the complex is very spread out and very massive what I've never seen posted or never mentioned however is the maze of tunnels underneath the complex connecting each building is a subterranean network of tunnels for steam water sewage and electricity the tunnels are roughly 10 to 15 feet underground and quite long they lead into the basement of each structure in a portion of the complex with an emergency escape hatch that leads out into the woods between buildings in apportion one weird thing is that most of the entrances to the tunnel system are hidden in the walls I exited through a door once and found myself in a room that was the complexes post office where I'd literally been five times before and had never noticed that there was a hidden passage integrated into the wooden panel their complex has been abandoned for 20 to 30 years so parts of the tunnel are very wet with leaking water when you're down in there you constantly hear environmental noise as well as echoes from your own movements there is nothing reflective down there and there are no outside sources of light if you don't have a bright enough flashlight it can get kind of difficult to make out features of things in the distance and you're relying a lot upon the slight tonal differences of what you can see to determine what something is off in the distance before you're right up onto it if you go out on a moonless night and shine an LED pen light against a concrete wall from 15 feet away you would get an idea from what I'm talking about now for the terror first of all I have a stupid habit of going into these places by myself I've recently started correcting this because you never know when an accident could happen leaving you alone underground in the dark the last time I was in the tunnels I was by myself with a single AAA battery powered 75 to 100 lumen LED flashlights my second mistake was the during this obscure zhm I decided to follow the tunnel down to what I thought was the water treatment building for the complex the tunnel slopes downwards so the leaking water previously-mentioned runs down and collects at the tunnels end so at the end of the tunnel I enter this large room with two 15-foot tall water storage tanks there is probably an inch of water and muck on the floor which makes a really gross noise when you walk in it I'm still standing looking around with my flashlight and from the opposite side of the room I hailed there is someone else in this underground room with me I shine my flashlight across the room I don't see anything but I keep hearing the wet footprints all of a sudden I shined the light on this human shaped object that is just black there is no difference in shading or anything just like a shadow against the peach colored concrete wall I stammered out hello and all of a sudden I can see these persons two eyes flusher reflecting back my flashlight but that's it I don't know if the person was in a guy little wand but it was impossible to make out anything distinguishable I don't know what kind of weirdo sets out in full black geta to rummage around underground so at this point I flip out I spin a hundred and eighty degrees on my heels and Bob done flying up the inclined tunnel slipping and sliding all over the place in the damn concrete I fell a handful of times sprained my wrist badly and got a number of cuts on my one knee that run through the underground tunnels felt like an eternity if you've ever seen the subway scene from the movie 28 weeks later that's the closest thing I can approximate to it was the closest thing I've ever experienced to a living nightmare I have never been so terrified in all my life looking back I'm sure whoever I met down there in the dark was probably as terrified as I was unless they were crazy as hell I have no reason to believe they followed me and they probably ran back the way they came as did I I noticed that they didn't have a flashlight on so what I think probably happened is that they had noticed my light and pulled the hoodie up over their head turned off their light and tried to hide as best they could my best friend dreamed about my stepfather getting stabbed my family was pretty white trash and on one particular evening my uncle and stepfather got into an altercation outside of our house wherein my stepfather got stabbed in the back he fell on me coming back inside and in the process I got coated in blood the cops are called and he was taking in an ambulance as my mother and myself drove to the hospital this was about 1:00 a.m. this is before the Internet and cell phones and all that jazz so there was no way for anyone beyond our next-door neighbors to know about this when we returned back to the house four or five hours later there was a message on the answering machine from my best friend she was crying and apologizing for calling so late but asking me to call her right away because she had a dream of me being covered in blood the message was the time stamped as the same time the incident occurred round about 1 a.m. we had missed her call because we were outside with the paramedics I was doing a two-month internship at a very famous forensic Hospital in Germany prior to my studies many patients there are thought too dangerous to ever be released which effectively means even if they're due to be released they stay in the hospital the hospital I worked in were separated in two sectors the first was for acute psychotic patients there you had the screaming schizophrenic an acute dangerous people for example when you got stuck on an acid trip and killed someone you came there some of the patients there were relocated relatively fast to normal psychiatric hospitals the second one was mostly for patients who were already locked in for several years they appeared not as obviously insane as the others mostly because their medication was adjusted really well during the time that's the place I worked in we had a lot of pedophiles in there but they were more pitiful to be honest and not really dangerous or creeps they got medication which suppress their libidos and as a side effect they were really sluggish and appeared to be kind of dumb but there was one patient who really terrified me in contrast to most of the others he was really intelligent cultivated attractive and extremely charming he was some kind of accountant before he got into the psychiatric hospital apparently he had a competitor at work who he killed partially skinned and then decided to place the corpse in the office to show the others what happened when you got in his way after ten years doing forensic psychiatry he tortured his roommate to death at night over some minor argument this dude really terrified me I'd never met such a cold manipulative character like him he had this special super creepy look on his face when he was alone with you like he knew all your secrets and weaknesses there was another really uneasy situation when I nearly shat my pants of course it was during the night shift of course our office were separated from the part of the building where the patients lived and the only way out of the patients area was through our office which was highly secured with automatic locks than cameras two of my colleagues made their rounds to look after the patients I stayed in the office and watched the surveillance cameras and suddenly I got an unsettling feeling I looked out of the window and in the reflection I saw a young woman hiding behind the door watching me smiling I instantly jumped up out of my chair and pressed the alarm button on my pager even though the woman was one of the chilled patients after we bought her back into her room we tried to reconstruct how she might have got out but on the cameras we saw nothing that could have explained it unfortunately it was during one of my last days there so I never did find out what exactly happened there but it was super creepy I was a surgery nurse for five years I have several stories that people love to have me tell here's what I think is the grossest one I had a roughly 65 year old woman who had just had a fem-pop bypass surgery so she had a femoral artery incision in her groin this is a fairly common procedure to care for on my floor so I've become accustomed to my CNAs knowing what the aftercare should be which is lay flat for an hour no straining pressure dressing on the incision etc but this day we had a float from another floor who didn't know after doing my incision checks and assessment the aide came to help clean the patient up as she had sweated a ton in recovery during the bed bath the aid apparently removed what looked to be an extra bit of tape but was actually helping to hold the pressure dressing in place if that had been it we may have been okay but then the patient told the aide that she hadn't had a bowel movement in several days so the aide put her on a bedpan to try several minutes later the patient's roommate hits her call button because my patient was making a weird whimpering rules I go in to find my patient white as a ghost and only semi-conscious I immediately yell for help and pulled the sheets back to check her incision only to find blood all over the bed and her groin the egg comes in to take her off the bed panel freak sound as I'm holding pressure on her incision as an attempt to stop the bleeding the aide pulls the bedpan out and floating in a pool of rapidly clotting blood is a nice big turn I rode her bed all the way to the oh are holding pressure she had to have emergency surgery and six units of blood but happily she made it and I definitely learned the importance of talking to your CNAs this has been my one and only true paranormal experience to date I have had a few encounters with seeing shadow people but this is one that truly terrified me one summer evening I had stayed up late to watch headbangers ball on MTV with my older sister I was a big fan of death metal as a kid and this was summer 2005 I got up to go to bed and as I passed our front door to get to the room I see this Native American man standing there I will never forget he was about 6 foot 3 6 4 5 and he had a black suit on one of those old-timey top hats he had long looking hair and these piercing blue eyes that frozen fear for a moment and then began to scream loudly my sister jumped up and saw him as well through a nearby salt shaker and then chucked it at him and this is where the part that got me really freaked me out his face contorted into this incredibly sad expression as he got turned around and faced expulsion through the front door a few days later I was telling this story to my dad who was like him out of states army person and he asked me how to explain I told him it's not much more than last time but anyway afterwards he said my description sounded like his great-uncle who had died when my father was small I think about it sometimes in my final year of college I lived alone in an apartment I loved it until I started dealing with something weird there were whispers in my ear when I'd go to sleep at night which I always just chalked up to thinking but then it became weirder I thought I saw someone in my kitchen area when I was in the shower the bathroom door didn't have a vent so I left the door open when I showered whenever I'd go to shave my legs I'd prop one on the back of the tub only to feel like someone was staring at me from where the toilet was it was a very deep unsettling feeling and again I chalk this up to my weird self wearing me out even though this happened all the time but what confirmed it for me was one night when something got thrown across my kitchen few minutes later I had turned my lights how to go to bed and in the morning I found my beach stone had been sitting on the table on the other side of the apartment and it was right next to the front kitchen door the apartment was in a building that used to be a house which was converted into apartments it was a super deal building and had a lot of quirks to it my apartment used to be the Attic which was later converted to a top floor apartment my boyfriend and I went camping a couple of summers ago and I cashed my knee while swimming in a river it hurt and it bled but we washed it off and wrapped it up and finished off the camping trip we came back home and had pretty much ignored my injury because it didn't look too bad and it hadn't been bothering me I didn't bandage it or anything and over the next few days it flared up again definitely got infected and swelled up very noticeably for whatever reason I still didn't give an attention and by the end of the week my injured knee was twice the size of my okay knee this site of the cut was pushing out cottage cheesy yellow goop every time I bent my leg and it hurts so bad I ended up just trying an ice pack to my leg for the day I thought I was pretty badass for having this crazy infection and I discovered that the cut had gotten so deeply infected that it had not yet healed from the inside and to my fascination I could stick my bacteria riddled index finger into the wound and it would sink in all the way up to my first knuckle yes that first knuckle the wound would make a pop sound every time the skin broke opened up enclosed when I moved my knee and it looked like puckered lips drooling out yogurt streaked with blood I finally decided it was time to see a professional when one I caught a peek at my bone one day to my knee decided to lock in place from the swelling and three I developed a wicked fever oh and I also forgot to mention I was born prematurely so I have no sense of smell one day my mom knocked on the door of my bedroom and insisted that something was up because she could smell my knee from the hallway turned out it was a staph infection and if I hadn't have treated it a moment sooner the infection would have spread to my heart or I would have needed my leg amputated I don't know what was wrong with me that summer I definitely have good hygiene and I know how to take care of myself I am an ER RN this so far is the only death I've experienced from work that I've lost a significant amount of sleep over 24 year-old male walks again walks into the ER with complaints of flu-like symptoms for the past three days he had decided to come in that day because he started to develop a rash throughout his body that he was unfamiliar with sadly the rash was actually the result of a failed battle with bacterial meningitis cording him to bleed internally and externally by the time we got him back to the ER he started crying blood and the terror in his eyes was palpable he went downhill fast his lucidity diminished with his blood pressure and the last thing he said before succumbing to Poulos veto was something about his mother that we could not make out you could see his consciousness fade from his eyes as we started compressions the code lasted close to an hour at first we can still keep his oxygen levels up with mechanical ventilation different Malaysian and drugs but blood was filling in his Airways faster than it could be suctioned out he was bleeding too fast for any medication or fluids to keep his body pressure up he died soaked in blood and nearly unrecognizable due to his now almost uniformly purple skin swollen face we found out later that he was studying neurobiology he had a devoted girlfriend that was for all intensive purposes our fiance a large family and many friends he was an athlete who lived healthy and beautiful curly hair and this made the death tragic in a way that you don't experience when an 80 year old dies it made the unanswered pleas to God for help there had been sent echoing around the room by his family all the more bitter I helped drag and push him into a body bag my uncle lives out deep in rural Oregon he told me this story where he was driving to work really early in the morning to a small town about 30 minutes away there was a bit of traffic just outside of town so he stopped beside another car there was a super heavy fog this morning like Silent Hill quality really thick so he could just see the back lights of the car in front of him after following the car very slowly for a while the car stops once more in traffic my uncle sits there and waits for about 20 minutes the car hasn't moved all we can see is the headlights in front of him eventually he gets out to see what's the matter when my uncle gets out and walks to the car in front of him he sees the entire front of the car completely totaled inside the driver was dead the back part of the car was completely fine and my uncle did not know a thing was wrong earlier due to the fog the story always unsettled me when I had to drive in fog I sleepwalk and sleep-talk a lot I've said and done a lot of wacky things while I'm asleep and I've also done some creepy things one thing I do a lot in my sleep is get up and go somewhere else the night in question I had done this while instead of going on to the couch or the chair or floor or something I went to the couch all the way down in my basement my basement has a lock on it there can only be accessed from the outside of it when I woke up after realizing I had probably sleep walked downstairs I woke up the stairs to leave the basement but the odd thing was it was locked if I walked downstairs to go to sleep unlocking the door to do so then how could the door be locked I was the only one home that day and live somewhere very rural and isolated so there was no one about who could have locked the door the time was 2:00 a.m. which is even more odd because I never wake up in the middle of the night I climbed out of a window in my basement and went back into my house and check to see if the door was still locked it was nowadays this freaks me the hell out but at that point I was asleep so I was like okay and went back to sleep else so me and my best friend including three others while hanging out in this field about midnight to 1:00 in the morning you could only access this field with an off-roading vehicle our three other friends wandered off and I should mention only one of them as a girl so me and my best friend were walking by ourselves and we come across this girl wearing a white t-shirt with her back to us we thought it was our friend since there were no other cars up there so we call her name she didn't move we got closer and called again and we were about five feet behind her then caught again she didn't move again we freaked out and headed back to the car and found the girl who we thought it was and she wasn't wearing a white t-shirt we thought it was a prank at first but we realized it couldn't have been her for many reasons we still don't know who or what she was the scariest part is that she was near some government building or something no one knows what it is because on Google Earth had surrounded by trees my best friend tried to go there and some guys in a car drove up and told him not to come back or he would be shot I am a psychology student this is a story from one of my most favorite abnormal psych professors my professor was working with a patient doing some job counseling we will call the patient Julie Julie is a 23 year old woman who lives with her mother stepfather and her five children she is having trouble keeping a job and she has recently been fired from her job at a call center for falling asleep on the job and for lashing out and assaulting her manager she's been fired from eight out of 12 jobs and she is studying to become a CNA and has had multiple warnings for falling asleep in class four out of our five children Orenda custody of her mother due to a personal and family history of drug abuse drug trafficking and check fraud julie has her own probation officer and two of her children have probation offices for fighting at school as one almost killed another kid by strangling him there is constant fighting in the home between Julie and her mother but they do not argue when the stepfather is around Julie's mother denies any sexual abuse occurred when Julie was a child but Julie remembers other ones there came out later in therapy that Julie was never taught how to tell the time the reason she was so tired was because she was staying up all night watching television so that the correct television time slot would prompt her to wake her kids at the school and for her to go to work in addition my professor found out later that all five of Julie's children were born from an incestuous relationship with her own stepfather who had been sexually abusing her since she was a small girl she was also staying up all night to protect her children from the stepfather but as a good twist Julie got the right diagnosis for borderline personality disorder she continued therapy and school then got back custody of all five of her children she is now happily married to a woman and is an artist so no it's not the scariest story but I'll never forget it we had several other cases to analyze during the class but this one about Julie will stay with me forever I can't get over the fact that no one ever taught her how to tell the time I used to work at an animal shelter and I would stay pretty late sometimes I used to hate staying late because something weird would always happen once said around 7:00 p.m. I was just finishing her and it was pitch black outside I was already a little on edge as the animals were making all sorts of weird noises and knocking things over in their rooms I had to head to the front of the building it's one big open room to turn out the lights and head out the back door to lock up I get to the lights and start heading back to my desk I dropped my time card on my desk and take off as I'm about halfway to the back door I hear my card fall to the floor and clatter about there's no way it could have moved as it was flat on my desk I thought for half a second that I should check it out and then wisely decided against it you better believe it that I booked it out of there immediately even weirder still I was relaying the story to a co-worker a few days after late at night again I'm also telling her I've heard crystal-clear little kid laughter before - right after I finished that the motion sensor hand towel dispenser goes off in the bathroom down the hall I obviously looking out of there on my coworker didn't seem too creeped out that place is weird at night the home I grew up in was in Long Island New York and the basement is lined on one side with small windows probably about three foot by one foot rectangular with sliding glass planes on them the house was built during the Second World War so it is made of what they had at the time normally we would have curtains on the inside of those windows so nothing could see your come in this particular day my mother had been Washington and hadn't put them back up yet I was around 8 or 9 years old sitting there playing Mario 3 on my knees when I get the distinct feeling that I was being watched by someone I look over my shoulder to the window and see the outline of someone's face once they notice me looking at them they knock on the window really loudly vigorously wave at me and then bolt off hopping over the neighbor's fence into the adjacent yard needless to say I was left on the nests and noped my way out of there as fast as possible the next day then this was moved ups and the very next day the news was moved upstairs to the family room and I still check to make sure the curtains are on when I am down in that basement this happened eight years ago when I was a sophomore in high school my urban exploration friends and I went on a bike ride looking for cool places to explore in a relatively dilapidated area when we discovered a really creepy cave which turned out to be an old abandoned cement mine we did some mild exploring that first day but quickly realized it would require more gear to go through to explore including flashlights and respirators about a week later the five of us came back with the proper gear and a camera to see what we could find in the mine we discovered there was basically one main shaft that sloped downwards and deeper into the earth so we followed that main route it was wide enough for a car to drive down and was pretty well graded so the walking was easy there were many rooms old machinery and rusting equipment off this main shaft but we mostly avoided it in the beginning we were trying not to get lost or confused along the way the walls were littered with the classic abandoned graffiti Salman was here schwa stickers initials dates the typical phallic drawings and more as we got deeper and deeper though the graffiti really findout at this point the light from the entrance was long gone and we were relying solely on flashlights the air was so stagnant and hazy with particles that the light from our flimsy flashlights would only go 20 feet or so before getting totally obscured by dust thank goodness for the respirators the glowsticks we had bought to mark our way to prevent getting lost were also basically useless because they would disappear into the haze only a few steps after dropping them and we had only bought about ten or so at this point we started arguing amongst ourselves several of the crew were nervous about going any deeper with the air quality becoming so terrible and without a good way to prevent us from getting lost we were probably a quarter of a mile into the earth now and the rest of us managed to override that sentiment of fear by assuring them that the path was easy and straightforward so we would have to try to get lost we were going to rely on our level-headedness sense of direction and flashlight battery to get out despite the agreement to push on it was becoming very creepy for everyone we walked for a while in silence hearing nothing but our own movements and the steady drip of water coming from somewhere deep within the cave I think we were all pretty scared at this point but no longer willing to admit it to each other then we stumbled across something that made us stop cold darg into the side of the deep stone shaft we were slowly descending was a tunnel an offshoot it was narrow you'd have to crouch to go through it it was also a good few feet off the ground so required a scramble to reach it but that wasn't what made us stop it was the graffiti we hadn't seen any for about ten minutes or so so we have assumed that the artists never came this far but someone else clearly had a message and they left him very honestly the tunnel was lined with words written in white all of them somehow reflecting to death and destruction scrawled through the tunnel were words like suffering pain plague disease and hell it was pretty terrifying who else would come this far just arrived such a terrible message in a mysterious tunnel that broke from the main path but there was no turning back down we had to see where the tunnel led to despite our fear we were overpowered by intense curiosity so one by one we crawled through the tunnel to see the other side what we found was a strange flooded chamber around a pool of water there were many large stones each covered with dozens of burnt-out tea candles there must have been hundreds of used hee candles in the place the walls had a few creepy monster faces poorly graffitied on them and the tunnel entrance back to the main shaft was ringed and spray-painted with a blood-stained mouth what is this place some weird ritual site for locals Satan worshippers an elaborate hoax set out by some kids or just some creative artwork we couldn't find much evidence to figure out what it was and we were running out of adrenaline to keep exploring we all crawled out of them and made our way back to the main shaft while we promptly headed towards the exit when we finally saw that pinprick of natural light coming from the real world outside we were flooded with relief we never did figure out what the mysterious cavern was for and I think I'm content to leave it a mystery no we didn't hear any monsters in the depths of the tunnel all find any Satan worshippers covered in blood but just finding that room buried deep in an old forgotten mine was enough to creep the hell out of us for a very long time I worked as a hospital chaplain this summer we got called to every code blue in order to be with the family and or pray while the staff worked on the patient at 3:30 a.m. I get paged to the cardiac ICU a thirty year old woman has coded and they are working hard to get her back she is flat on her back while they are doing compressions and she's not conscious no family present so why I'm working hard to stay out of the way and pray silently when all of a sudden this woman sits up straight in bed and full-on screams let me go everyone just stops and stares at her finally after a pause that felt like forever someone says not today and everyone kind of starts chuckling and breaks what felt like a very tense run this staff quickly go back to work trying to stabilize her much of which she actually refused for the first minute or so after she was stabilized a little more I returned to the core room and continue with my night but months later thinking about her and that scream I still wonder what she may have seen and why she wanted to go so badly her scream has been imprinted on my heart and still gives me chills I am a female of age 24 and I live with my sister at the first floor of a three floor building with a big garden surrounded by a fence and gate the two other families in my building a cool but the neighbors are honestly the worst people I have ever met the landlord has already told the neighbors not to let their kids play ball and jump over the fence to pick up the ball in our garden they've destroyed flowers fruit and the fence and the parents don't care because they say that they're just kids and won't pay for the destroyed fence lately my sister caught one of the kids peeping through our bathroom window fortunately he couldn't see much because of the curtains inside but he tried we tried to talk to the neighbors but Oh surprise they said they didn't understand that they only speak Turkish how convenient anyway I caught the teenage kid staring through the window the second time and I called the police they took 40 minutes to come and they didn't seem to want to help they said without damages on your property or if he didn't try to force entry there's nothing we can do my landlord said she'd already called the cops before but they didn't care either my sister and I also noticed some socks and tank tops of ours were disappearing magically from our clothes line outside my boyfriend gave me a collapsible baton two folding knives and two pepper sprays and we never leave home without them it's annoying that nothing can be done about the situation we're planning to move out but why should we parents won't educate their kids and the police won't help you something has to be done but I'm not sure what there is this abandoned mental hospital in my town called Prudhoe Hospital near Newcastle in the United Kingdom which is sort of the scary place kids go to show bravado it's surrounded by woods so obviously you hear a lot about it you hear lots of stories from people after it was abandoned but the spookiest things come from when it was still in service my mum worked as an auxilary nurse there for years and she said at night the crippled kids who couldn't move due to severe disease and birth defects would somehow get out of their cribs and into the middle of the floor on the wards whatever was doing this would also go around and remove blankets from all the patients and again piled them in the center of the room eventually security was hired believing it was someone getting into the hospital at night and doing these things to scare people or just to cause trouble however even with security they never found out who was doing these things late at night this is only one of the hundreds of stories I've heard it's quite spooky and seems like whoever you talk to has a different story I used to be a security supervisor at a hospital with an abandoned old hospital on site we had to do walkthroughs and I worked the graveyard shift their place was creepy cool I felt a bit like an urban explorer but creepy nonetheless it was like something out of 28 days later some lights worked others didn't others still just flickered so I'd be walking down a hallway with some pitch-black rooms on either side in a section where the hallway lights were out and the next section the hallway lights were flickering I always felt like a hobo could be chilling in a room and have me at the disadvantage as I'm loud with keys a flashlight in a radio and I always felt uneasy on this one occasion I showed up at midnight and saw the whole top floor of the hospital had every working light turned on this split shift supervisor told me that he had called the maintenance guy as they were the only other people with keys and they hadn't been up there he said it happened around 11:00 and he was putting it off for me to handle place stood out like a beacon across the whole hospital grounds so I grabbed one of my guys and went her and we walked together and turned it all back off we didn't find a soul but they could have duped us or swapped to a different floor only part of the abandoned Hospital that's still in use is the psych ward one time their nurses called complaining about people moving furniture above them on the abandoned floor so I went up and found the place of mess but I didn't see anyone we went down to tell them and they swore up and down that it was loud and there was a lot of noise one time I was walking through the old I seen you know lights in the whole place except one side hallway and it flickered so I'm walking up uneasy as usual and I'm walking past the side hall and the lights flick on to my left is a bloody man in a chair and I damn near shat myself lights flipped off and then when it came back on I saw it was a mannequin or CPR dummy I think covered in some red paint that was propped up on the chair turns out some cops asked to see the haunted Hospital the shift before and thought it would be funny to set that damned thing up there for me lots of other incidents like guards reporting hearing babies cry when there were none doors opening independently swiveling chairs start swiveling by themselves it didn't happen to me personally but we did like to mess with them when they were up there in yelling to the mic every now and again makes you jump when you're quietly going through that hauntingly empty place my mother works in a hospital so I've heard enough horror stories one that sticks out was when a guy was brought into the ER after being mugged my mum was supporting his head and neck while he was being moved and when she let go her gloved hands were apparently covered in his blood and parts of his brain apparently the mugger had hit him so hard in the back of the head with a brick that his head had literally broken she told me about it when she got home from her shift I've never seen her look so traumatized another incident the hospital where she works also treats inmates from the prison nearby when they come into hospital they're obviously handcuffed to the gurney resulting in them being convinced that they're either being killed by lethal injection despite the fact that the UK doesn't have the death penalty or are being prepared to be experimented on by the government once for some stupid reason a prisoner was in a room with only a trainee operating department practitioner who was keeping an island said prisoner was heavily sedated but he started to come to them freaked out and ripped out his IV resulting in blood being sprayed all over the room the trainee panicked ran around the room screaming and my mom and two others ran into the room to restrain the prisoner and throw the hysterical trainee out all while slipping on the blood that covered the floor when my mom told me about the prisoner I was nearly laughing a bit comedy skit s setting she said that she'd never been so close to slapping a trainee before and telling them to sort their shit hunt alone abandoned farmhouse in north-east iceland languorous that's the place this was a real edge of the earth kind of business it was a few hundred meters from the Arctic Ocean about ten kilometres from the nearest sealed Road and not a single soul for miles I was on my own and just heading up for a quick explore I was on field work up there for other reasons I went inside it wasn't too messed up not much furniture some things left in the kitchen with the homemade poster saying eh up tomate 1982 a festival that celebrates the bringing of sheep before the winter so it was abandoned at some point after that I was about to explore the top floor when I heard a creak I stopped and listened for a few seconds there was nothing else fine I went up two or three more steps and heard the creak again and genuinely two or three more footsteps or at least the sound of it this really got the hairs on my neck up now logically I knew there was essentially zero chance of anyone else being there as I mentioned before this is the definition of isolated in the absolute middle of nowhere and if you know Iceland you know that there aren't a lot of people and I enjoy thinking of myself as a reasonable not easily spooked man I went out one more step then heard two more footsteps and something slam onto the floor above and elected I ran back down the stairs out of the farmhouse back into my Land Rover and headed off down the track I never did find out what it was and I felt stupid but my love of horror movies took control of my brain and told me to run from the footsteps in the Attic of an abandoned farmhouse at least I got a few good photos when I was a little dude probably four or five my little sister who was one year younger and I shared a bedroom our bedroom door looked over the living room wall and behind that area was our playroom the playroom was a level lower and had huge ceilings so and the living room was roughly six to eight feet above the playroom one night I woke up and saw a dark blue hooded figure holding more look like a candle coming through the wall he looked towards our bedroom and then continued to float into the living room I was so little I just hid under my blankets a few years later when we lived in a different house I was telling my mom the story about the blue thing that I saw when I was in the old house my sister was doing homework at the table and her ears perked up before I finished my story and said did I have a candle yeah did it come through the living room wall yeah did it look into the bedroom yeah actually the mom says it didn't have a hood by any chance did it yeah what the hell was it my mom says I don't know your father used to tell me that he saw the blue cloak guy with the hood and a candle hanging out by the bomb rafters at night I always assumed he was drunk or high but I never believed him until now I can still picture that thing so vividly my sister and I are in our early 30s but we still talk about it on occasion my dad was in a cult so was my mother but hers was a lot tamer and less interesting since I spent weekends with my dad for a couple of years I was in the cult as well at least as far as they was concerned so let's discuss this cops behavior women were allowed to be ministers but not allowed to wear pants going swimming with these people was the funniest goddamn thing I've ever seen because they swam fully clothed they didn't ever wear shorts they believed that they could speak a secret ancient language by being possessed by either God or the Holy Spirit it was kind of unclear which in reality they sounded like someone was trying to speak Hebrew with a racist accent they didn't believe in doctors and they once tried to heal one of my cluster headaches by putting oil on my head and babbling in tongues all the kids were homeschooled and the parents constantly tried to set their children up with each other would the expectation being that they'd marry within the faith there weren't that many followers higher education was just not a consideration all these people were either factory workers or stay-at-home moms the worst part though is that they were all super nice people they were all good to each other and they would all give you the shirt off their backs but they were ruining their kids lives last I heard of it they all just sort of fell apart and people moved away my dad moved with his second wife to another state and I haven't really seen anyone from that church since my biggest hope is that those kids were okay because I think some of them got really messed up I was the night watchman at an abandoned mental hospital turned state park for a summer in college the only creepy thing I remember was one night I was with one of the state park police and we saw flashlights in one of the buildings kids constantly broke in and other people broke in to gut the old buildings of any copper they could find so as I was saying one night we saw flashlights moving around so we went in the officer pulled her gun and flashlight and in we went we could hear footsteps on the floor above us so he slowly and quietly went upstairs we checked every room and found nothing and were there being virtually no places to hide we found this very strange until we heard footsteps above us again this happened for a few floors until we were on the very top floor below the roof then we heard footsteps up on the roof so we went up there still nothing we never found anyone or any indication that anyone had been there it was friggin creepy there was another night that was extra spooky I was driving along one of the trails through the woods with one of my friends there are no lights on the trail our only light source was my head about 20 or 30 yards down the road I saw a big branch down I slowed down to drive around it and my friend screams holy shit that tree branch just looked at me I jammed my brakes and we both jumped out as someone took off into the trees it was a dude full camo from head to toe I had a patient who was older than dead riddled with cancer and was in the hospital for a DVT he died between rounds but we had to code him anyway as I was pumping on his chest while everyone else was moving his roommate out and bringing the crash cart he started vomiting this disgusting thick brown red crime every time I thrust more would come out I am trying to do effective compressions while holding his head to the side to prevent or rather at least reduce aspiration we coded for more than an hour and he never stopped being dead and then I had to stay like an extra two hours to finish the work I didn't get long and there was also the incident of the dude who had his toe amputated and then we saw him back a month later he hadn't changed the bandages at all and his wound had got maggots in it apparently his daughter came to his house to take him out for Father's Day she helped him dress saw the maggots went out to eat anyway then bought him to the ER the ER opened the bandage and went hey look maggots and replaced her then sent him to the floor day shift nurses looked and went oh my god maggots and left it for us I had to take photos for wound care documentation and then we drowned the maggots and finally put a clean bandage on he ended up having to get and above the knee amputation but at least the maggots reduced the infection enough to save his life a few years back when I was a medical student I was doing my primary care rotation when I had to see a morbidly obese lady for a guy no logical issue she said she was having a lot of itching and soreness in her vagina even as I set up for a pelvic examination I could already tell it wasn't going to be good I could smell a foul odor already and I hadn't even looked I was gloving up when I got so neon ciated that I was about to get sick so I excused myself and lied to my attending that I had a problem taking a look cuz she was so obese and they didn't have much experience with such a challenge the truth was I just couldn't stay in the room it smelled like rotting vagina a few minutes later my attending called in order to show me what he has found I thought for sure it would be an aborted fetus but I was wrong I go in with my mask and there my attending dangles this cylindrical object covered with bloody debris it was a temple she apparently had difficulty removing it a week ago and my attending kept saying it stinks like a mag the embarrassed patient was crying and I felt bad but I had to step out of the room because I was beginning to regurgitate my saliva and was on the verge of puke to this day I can't forget that smell I think that was my deciding factor as far as not going into OB / GYN I just don't want to encounter that horrific smell ever again so this happened while I was living a home I hear a glass breaking in the middle of the night I think someone is trying to break in or something so I call Mike Graham / as he lives downstairs since my mum was away from the weekend I wake him up and start searching upstairs while he searches downstairs with not a single piece of broken glass to be found I shrug it off and forget about it a month later my mum bursts into my room in the middle of the night whispering and yelling about hearing broken glass and thinking someone is breaking in isiliye polly tell her that it's nothing and I heard it a few months ago as well she decides to go downstairs and check it out just to be sure on our wooden mantel above the fireplace we keep a religious candle this one I believe was the Sacred Heart of Jesus burning all the time we've had it for the past 21 years and I think even before that nothing like this had ever happened my mom walks downstairs to see if half of the candle glass had been shattered the liquid wax poured out into a river and somehow the flames traveled down the liquid wax and lit a little corner of our wooden mantelpiece on fire I have never seen glass break happened like that and I've seen a lot of glass buy a break in my time in labs and in chemical engineering student life from many different pressures temperatures and stress factors and I have never been more scared in my entire life my father went with a group to go on a trip to Tanzania to do some medical work in a poor village for a few nights of the trip the group stayed in a hotel my dad was sharing a room with another man from the group with separate beds one night he is woken up by his roommate who had the light on he looks terrified trembling and praying my dad asks what's wrong but he wouldn't say anything about it my dad is obviously concerned but since he couldn't do anything about it he went back to sleep the next night in the middle of the night my father gets up to pee he walks to the bathroom and starts to relieve himself when he catches a very strong scent of body odor he and most of the people from the group a daily diet room where as being from the US but many locals in Tanzania don't wear it as frequently so when the smell hits his nose he realizes that him and his roommate may not be alone he turns around and sees standing there in the doorway a local woman shaking violently her eyes rolled up looking on the ceiling he panics as no one should have been able to get into the room he turns back around towards the bathroom in a moment of confusion but then when he turns back she's gone as if she'd never been there to begin with thoroughly shaken he goes back to bed thinking that maybe he was dreaming or seeing things he lays back down on his side this story happened to a girl who attended my high school and was 2 years my junior our story begins as daphne was going to bed one night during a Charlotte winter which can get unpleasantly cold Daphne tells that she remembers being Restless during her sleep and that she remembers groggily waking up and pulling her covers up which had gotten displaced several times throughout the night at one point Daphne wakes up shivering is once again her blanket had been yet again maneuvered away without moving or opening her eyes Daphne lays in silence wondering why she would keep kicking her blanket off in her sleep when she felt her blanket being pulled towards the foot of her bed terrified Daphne opens our eyes to a man staring at her intently while pulling away their covers immediately daphne jumps up screams and runs out of the room to her parents the man escaped through the window and was never found the police were called and discovered beer cans and a knife under her bed giving them a reason to believe the man would frequently watch her at night no one knows if the man was planning on reaping her or merely liked watching her in her sleep or was having himself a nice wank while he watched her in the 90s I worked overnight and weakened security at a Center for psychiatry that cared for inpatients outpatients and even the criminally insane awaiting trial that area of the building was basically a prison instead of a hospital people would often bring in the arrested for evaluation and the homeless could even walk in and ask for help we saw all kinds I did this job for years and some nights got very very busy to scary situations rarely stick out from those times the first I was manning the front desk and a walking patient holding a knife walks in screaming that he wants to kill himself he had cut himself all over his body and was covered in blood my supervisor quickly rifled through the database and found him he had a history of violence against staff aids hepatitis and more I was commanded to put him down and I approached him with a chair as a shield when he wound up to swing the knife on me I rammed him with the chair until he went down then a bunch of staff jumped in and everybody put one foot down on him until he was better subdued and eventually sedated her doctor was in my face right after yelling did he touch you did he cut you I still wasn't sure until after an examination the second incident started when two police brought in a tough-looking guy for an assessment this guy is keeping his head down not saying anything and I led them into a secure observation the arrested a man officer goes in the other cop returns with me to get our information and to see if he's in our database suddenly my partner who was watching the monitors jumps up and hits the alarm and run backs the way we came in we've run after and the door is wide open then we see a guy wailing on the officer with his handcuffs like a one-handed flail the other cop does most of the work in this case and the arrest is pretty much laid out of the floor how did this happen how did this happen in my quick inspection I noticed that his hands are funny they're all covered in blood from the fight but something doesn't look right I look closer the guy doesn't have a thumb even the ball socket that attaches the thumb to the palm has been removed the cop looks at the other hand holy shit both thumbs removed they cuffed the guy and didn't notice he was missing both thumbs the cuffs would just slide off still thinking about that guy how why for what reason what crazy world was he a part of where something like that could even happen I still wonder my great-grandpa was a lazy mean rude jackass who didn't care about anyone but himself he would go to work come home expect dinner to be laid on the table and then go to bed everyday and he was always nasty to my great-grandma my great-grandma kept complaining that he never fixed any of the various problems around the house the stove wasn't working right some parts of the house were practically falling apart and there were leaks in the roof and holes in the floor it was a mess of course he would just yell at her and tell her that it wasn't his problem well one day he ends up dying and even though he was still a giant jackass my great-grandma still loved him and she felt miserable over his death so a few days after his funeral her friend decided to take her out and spend the day away from the house to try and take her mind off it she comes back a few hours later and the door is unlocked she thinks someone's broken in so she panicked Sam rushes around the house then she notices something the roof is fixed the floor is fixed and the stove is fixed everything that she complained to her husband about was repaired she then went back to the front door and noticed that his favorite shoes were sitting in front of the door and his favorite coat was sitting on the coat rack next to the door the door was open and while she could still see out the door the door closed all on its own I met a sociopath a sociopath who beautifully played the role of an ordinary normal human being it took me quite some time to realize he was playing a role a role that he had been rehearsing for years giving his grand performance on a day-to-day basis it took me even longer to realize that I was playing the part of the leading lady but so were dozens of other women we all were we were all under studies for one another and we didn't even know it all feeding into the same twisted fantasy that felt all too real this story begins for me as a hopeful 19 year old girl in the myths of pursuing an education in creative writing prior to my first English class at university I looked my perspective professors up on the internet you know those quirky rate my professor sites that were all fed into the comment section flawed me as soon as I entered his name as I was met with the reviews of what an attractive and wonderful human being or what as you can imagine i sat patiently in the back of the room on the first day of class I expected a brad Pitt look-alike to appear so when I was met with a pudgy balding man in his late 30s my mind world as I looked at my friend to my left and shrugged feeling silly for bragging about how attractive this man was going to be he entered class ten minutes late with a wide smirk on his face his hair in uncombed wisps that desperately tried to cover the evidence of premature aging his face was swollen looking with beady green eyes that sunk into his head darting back at the wall and the tile ceiling he had the physique of a man that spent most of his afternoons sitting at a desk throwing back beers stains on his car keys and buttons missing on his blazer and his faded white collar shirt was wrinkled and tucked into his pants in a haphazard Aswany was meticulously lazy he wanted you to know that he didn't care every move calculated in such a way that you believed what he wanted you to believe looks aside this man was a comedic genius a real savant with words he spent half of the class telling ridiculous stories chock-full of cuss words and euphemisms his personality made up for the rest of him in a big way of course it is later to be revealed that this personality was an act of work of a twisted deluded art our first writing assignment was a personal essay I chose to write a highly descriptive narrative depicting what it would be like to fight a female MMA fighter it was less than two pages long and most of it was just spent describing what hot asphalt felt like on human hands while doing push-up in the middle of July I can tell you this because the response that followed my submission of this essay would make you think that I wrote a how-to manual on how to give blowjobs after our first writing assignment and a few weeks later I sent him an email asking him if he knew how I could become more involved with creative writing on camp I mean that is what the professors are there for right they are there to help you achieve what you want to pursue in life I was directed to seek out whoever is involved with the school paper and see if I could be of any service that politely thanked him and then was met with this response this is from John Carrigan I like the way you write there's an intimacy in energy and vibrancy about it a closeness of detail and imagery that generates real emotion now for me this literally came out of nowhere and the basis of how I am a writer was only portrayed through my personal essay on boxing and octagon rings but let me tell you I ate this shit up you see as a young female writer who wants nothing more than to be an accomplished published author this is exactly what we want to hear I thanked him and virtually blushed he replied it helps that I know you in person but I feel like your writing matches your persona and that's an important ability for any writer I mean it's no secret that you are an absurdly beautiful girl and you have a kind of persuasion in quiet comfort and confidence about you I noticed those things about you quite intuitively and I can feel them translated onto your page that kind of eases into your own skin and sensuality I replied I really really appreciate that you have no idea how much it means to me I would love to be a writer someday some all that you have to offer in terms of advice really helps then the teacher replied you deserve it I'm going to assume that you know that you are quite gorgeous because well how couldn't you but you show an ability to grant that beauty and sensuality in a kind of artistic vibe spirit it becomes something as opposed to just being something that you look at in a static way sometimes beauty is just about being sexually desirable but that grows boring after a time yours is a kind of attractive creative idea and identity if that makes sense you don't shy away from your sex appeal in your writing nor do you commercialize it in the easy way you translate it into a kind of closeness and intensity of imagery and experience that you're privy to and know that you never have to feel appreciated you are smart talented sweet unique creative and beautiful it is not exactly a chore to be around you you know just so that you know this professor had me in class for less than three weeks at this point bi replied I'm completely flattered can I give you some of my writing samples to proofread and give me feedback on them the teacher replied of course you helped me just as much having people like you in my life it is what makes everything worthwhile the things that give you energy to think and create and feel and leave your whole soul out there beautiful insightful talented and passionate you are unique and that is never lost on me I thanked him again and was really blushing and I said it was a pleasure to have someone like him as a professor he replied for one last time the pleasure is all mine really I feel lucky to get to know you and hopefully spend time with you after the term you are an incredible girl and alluring in every way attractive intellectually emotionally and physically I would want to hang out with you no matter where I knew you from this kind of dialogue continued for quite some time I truly believe that we had some kind of out-of-this-world connection on a literary level by this time he had asked me for my phone number so that he could better communicate with me about my writing I agreed I saw him as a mentor that I could have for life someone that would guide me through my writing woes and success and of course the oh so eloquent word vomit of excessive compliments being shoved down my throat didn't hurt either he had me completely brainwashed I just didn't know it yet he would call me on the phone and tell me that I was a force of nature a force to be reckoned with and that I was going to do great things in this world I was at a loss for words he also ran a pseudo Dead Poets Society at night in a rented out classroom on campus he unemployed for me to attend for quite some time and when I found the time I stopped by for an afternoon however something felt different that night the classroom was filled with other students his eyes seemed to linger on me for just a tad too long his smirk resurfacing every time I would laugh or one of his jokes and after the meeting I scurried back to my dorm and was met with the text message regarded how distracted he was by how I looked that night and how it was such a sweet and seductive pleasure to have me be in his presence that night it hit me had I gotten into more than I could handle my head felt fuzzy my hands shook and I sent a single text message that ended up being the literal definition of a game-changer I debated sending this message for a good ten minutes what if I was miss reading his advances I would hate to make class awkward by assuming anything I went for it anyway do you have feelings for me and this was his response you are beautiful provocative and talented of course of course I have romantic and sexual thoughts about you it would be an insult to both of us to even pretend I didn't but it is really cool that it is deeper than two and we can still have an awesome meaningful relationship right now and figure out the more personal romantic and sexual stuff as we go along I guess what I'm trying to say is being attracted to you does not blind me from the cool connection we already have but yes I am of course attracted to you and I would be a liar if I pretended that I was not thinking of how nice it would be to kiss you the first thing that came to my mind was am I the only one I wanted to know if this was the kind of behavior that he participated in often so I made some sort of sarcastic and smartass resort as to whether or not he frequents in picking up his students I was met with a reply I certainly don't frequent in picking up students and I don't think of you in that way anyway the truth is are not into you because you're a student I'm into you because of who you are I would have been no matter what and I kind of see it as a grand coincidence that you happen to be a student at the university that I am a professor at I would find out a year later that being a student was exactly what he was attracted to you see there was never any coincidences here there are no such thing as coincidences we did not meet under the instance of fate this was a calculated formula years mastering and practicing and I was just his latest victim who majored in naivety he purposefully sought out women that were young attractive vulnerable and under his command as a power figure he sought out the writers the young women who were drenched in the smell of hopeless Romanticism the kind of women that would become weak at the knees for his kind of text message poetry this was the game he played for years and he would continue to play it for years after we parted that night I fell asleep phone in hand when I woke up to tens of missed messages the telling of these kind of feelings is always better in person but even better than that the kind of unscripted spontaneous reactions and looks on faces the nervous Moving's of hands and feet or whatever those are pretty cool and always better in person one thing about me that you must know sex is just boring and stupid if it's only physical you are insanely sexy but the truth is I'm over them because if there wasn't some inexpressible thing there with it it would bore me in about five seconds yes you are sexy and evoke a physical reaction but that doesn't matter you are alluring to all of my senses in mind and my heart and that is what's cool and it's what makes your physical beauty and sex appeal matter God what I confess to you makes me want you even more it's an intoxicating feeling there is not all just physical it has this artistic passionate quality too after reading that I felt nauseous I contemplated responding and putting it off for a few hours what have I gotten myself into I was wet with more messages as time passed he said and I must tell you that as I went to sleep I had this amazingly intense desire to be really deep inside you as I kissed you softly your lips your neck your chest but the thing was that it wasn't it at all it was coupled with an equally intense desire to hear your voice softly and Millea afterwards to just talk and laugh and be I felt as if I was in over my head with this I began drinking whole bottles of wine before class not being able to look at him in the eye that god damn smirk of his they would follow me around the classroom like a plague and about a month later of me avoiding him outside of the classroom my drinking had worsened I had been prescribed xanax for the anxiety that I was feeling and one night I almost finished half a bottle of those nasty little blue pills when I received a text message from him come over We Need to Talk I needed this to be over and made my way to his chance the warm embrace of the drugs and the wine in the back of my throat told me that everything was going to be ok I got behind the wheel of my car and plugged the address he gave me into my phone's GPS when I arrived he led me inside and locked the door behind us the apartment was nothing but one big room with the world's smallest couch resting on the side my eyes widened I could die here I thought the drugs seemed deeper into my bloodstream as I shook off the thought he showed me the bedroom a dirty mattress propped up against the wall with a box television set on the floor next to it that was loudly streaming an episode of South Park I asked for water and he told me to take a seat now when I tell you about this couch it was small and it was the only place to sit in the whole apartment I think small might be an understatement the couch was made so if two people sat on it together they would be forced to touch legs touch sides and touch arms thinking back on it I wouldn't even be surprised if that couch wasn't some sort of calculated purchase to ensure his entrapment succeeds i sat on the armrest side of the couch to avoid having to actually sit together he gave me a glass of water and I chucked it and he asked if I was nervous as he smoked he talked about his family about novels he had read about his bookshelf about where he had traveled to and he asked me about my roommate and seemed uneasy when I told him that they knew the address of his apartment just in case I didn't return he told me about his feelings for me i sat in silence and drank water he excused himself to go to the bathroom and I could hear him peeing just feet away what have I done exiting the bathroom he made for his seat on the couch once again except instead of sitting down he walked past his seat and lunged towards me grabbing the back of my head and pulling my face up towards his he kissed me it was wet it was sloppy and I poured my head away and looked to my feet for some reason I will never understand I said I'm sorry I asked to leave and he walked me to my car as I pulled out of the apartment complex parking lot he followed my car halfway down the road smoking and waving I got back to my door on that night after meeting him in his apartment I locked my bedroom door and cried a text message appeared on my phone My dear you are an impossible woman not to kiss I feel silly telling you how amazing it was to be with you because it is beyond expression every hour has been a fight against the will and logic to not plead with you to come back so that we could wake up in the same bed smelling like each other tasting like each other meeting next to you is intoxicating kissing you was a wonderful feeling it made me yearn to be so close to you inside of you not even for the physicality of it but because there is the purest most raw most real and deep way to experience the emotional and intellectual aspects of it what was happening did he not see the fear on my face as I lived he was making it seem like we had some kind of epic night of romance that shook the world and the ground that we walked on I didn't understand him he had this way of convincing me things were happening that really one there that emotions existed but they were only in his mind so anyway after that night I cut him off completely I told him to only talk to me if it was in regards to my studies class or any academic matters and I was met with this response you would not like to see me inopportune non-classroom settings well the went to Pont is unwavering for me the wanting to be near you to spend time with you when the only noises we can hear are each other's voices and heartbeats the desire for those moments doesn't go away and it won't I tried to move on the semester ended and over the summer we had some contact he asked me on dates he sent me his writings and I tried to look past the romantic feelings he shared with me and tried my best to coexist with in his world that he had constructed and then the webs he had begun to weave started to unravel other female students approached me not for any other reason than like conversation and gossip they asked me playfully if he emailed me along to telling me that he would email them and compliment them on their appearance telling them that they had such lovely potential and what a blessing it was to have them in his classroom one girl even mentioned to me that he had asked her if she would sleep with him and my blood was boiling at this point I had been so naive and so blind as to what was really going on I was not special he did not care about my writing he was a serial seducer of his female students a predator a liar he used women to feed his own needs and his own ego he was an actor in his own play and we were all his pawns to toilet I sent him a long angry text message citing that I knew he had been seducing other female students I told him that he was truly a great writer of fiction for his whole life his personality and everything and it was all lies that he had constructed I was meant with an immediate response I am a little touchy about the subject because of the fact of the matter that I am young and not married every time someone sees me talking to someone they say oh I wonder if he and her at this or that and I get that that's just life and it comes with the territory but I would never want anyone to get the wrong impression I've spent 95% of my professional career in my 20s and because of I've spent 95% of my professional career on my 20s and because of this I have more a social type of conversation with my students of both sexes it's just my personality but I say as God is my witness that I have never created a conflict of interest or taken advantage of that position for personal social or sexual gain even ever I revere being a professor I don't know why I would justify myself to someone who judged me without a conversation but I like and respect you and it is worth to me as God is my judge it's the truth I told him that a student had shown me emails that he had sent them emails that explicitly cited examples of him trying to seduce them and I was met with literally the most bullshit lie anyone has ever told me in my 20 years of living Oh God I know exactly what you're talking about now jokes party that is gonna sound stupid but my friend Pete was staying with me and my email was open as my homepage he thought it would be a hilarious practical joke to write to people in my inbox I know how stupid that sounds but I swear on my sick father's life that that is the truth I promise on everything I hold dear and holy that this happened I had forgotten all about it I'm not gonna bring it up again because the whole thing was ridiculous and painful in ways I can't explain but just from me to you as someone who cares about you deeply and respects you profoundly I promise you that's what happened Pete and I were best friends since the ages of five and the truth is we haven't spoken since it happened because he had no remorse or understanding of the consequences of that kind of joke I lost a dear friend over it already and I only bring it up now because I don't want to bring distance between me and everyone else I care about I've been over vigilant about these sort of things and to have him make a mockery of all crushed and angered me beyond words I swear on my mother father and everything in the world if you want to judge me even though you literally have no clue what went down you literally have no clue what went down then I suppose there is nothing I can do about it it is not science I wish there was some forensic way I could prove it but I can't it's just true and unfortunately I have no way of proving it but it's true but go ahead and thank you for knowing everything about somebody when you are zero absolutely zero I said that he was a liar I said that the message was the greatest piece of fiction he'd ever written and he told me I understand your feelings on this and honestly I would feel the same but you should know that you're being ignorant when I found out that he had sent out those emails I wrote the whole thing up and had him sign it and gave it to my department chair just in case any problems came up and none did there's papers on file about this and I was hoping you might just give me the benefit of the doubt without going into all this nonsense but you just didn't know anything about what happened I'm sorry about the whole thing but you just don't I can show you the paperwork but it's all worthless and they're only going to assume the worst all the time I'm not a fool and I revered the Academy I mean I was mesmerised by you and still never said a word until after you turned the conversation in that direction there is what I have to say have a nice night I hope we can move past this remember that I didn't initiate any social contact I would never have just initiated that it's just not something I would do my head imploded he was such a superb liar that I think even he believed it to be true I was the one that started all of this this was my fault I asked for this this man was the godfather of manipulation for a brief moment in time I stopped and thought to myself did I cause all this he was good he was so good at what he did but I think after that conversation he knew the jig was up I truly think part of him realized that I was becoming too smart for his game later that day I received an email shit this is killing me listen I say this with no motive or want I'm going to go ahead and acknowledge right now that there is no chance of us having anything romantic so I speak to you right now with no motive at all just as a human being who cares about you please know that I am NOT some guy who uses professorship to sweet talk to every pretty girl he sees that's not who I've been in my life nor is it what I want or ever will be so please let's just move on from this as people and acknowledge we can't have a romantic bond I say this to you only as someone whose heart would be broken if someone I cared for so deeply thought that's who I am I'm an emotional person so I take things very hard in every context and I first just want to say I'm sorry for being combative about the whole thing as I understand how you feel I'm certainly guilty of liking to hear myself talk have an ego think I'm charming and running my mouth too much from time to time all things that I willingly admit and things that I'm trying to work on but the specific things you saw were not written by me nor have I ever initiated any social romantic contact with someone in one of my classes I revered the grace of what I'm privileged to do and I have been hyper vigilant to be about that grace and to not cheapen or demean the great job I'm so lucky to do every day by using it to seem cool or to try and sweet-talk girls or whatever and all of this just comes from my heart because it matters to me I'm not trying to salvage any hypothetical future to chance we might have a romantic relationships I resolved myself to the fact that it's an impossibility for them a rad of reasons but just know I never did any think I didn't hear from him again after that my drug addiction to prescription anxiety pills and alcohol began to escalate and I started counselling at the school to talk about the professor the counselor urged me to come forward and I was still hesitant I stopped going to classes started to isolate and began partying my life way leading to me getting kicked out of my living quarters by my roommates I was too rock-bottom you'd but I was certainly on the right train heading there when I felt like I had nothing left to lose I sent an email to the campus police briefly describing the situation he requested that I type up every text message or email that I had and constructed a document with all evidence and correspondents in it so I did however after reading my document it was pretty much everything that you've just listened to and more explicit sexual parts and the head of campus police looked him in the eyes and asked now you can be honest with me are you responsible for starting all of this and my face turned pale white when I left his office he called me numerous times to give me further testing he called me numerous times to give further testimonies I never answered and never went back it was cowardly of me to just drop a shitstorm of information like that and then bail well I didn't want any further part in that investigation I did not hear from John again but I heard he got fired and it was true he was no longer on the professor roster I drove by his apartment sometimes on the way to the bank and his apartment had a for sale sign on the lawn I'm not gonna lie it made me smile I wanted him to lose everything I felt accomplished for a time but that dwindled soon thereafter I would go to parties where other classmates of John would be there and would taught me hey what happened to John you give him one too many blow jobs I dropped out of the University and transferred to another school in the efferent state my home state I slowly but surely began writing more after hitting a horrendous rock bottom I got sober and shortly after started a blog that depicted stories of my drugs and alcohol addiction I was feeling rather empowered and bold one day and decided to write a blog post about my experiences with sexual harassment now this post mainly concerned other atrocities that happened to me but very briefly I mentioned my run-in with John the sociopathic professor the catch his name was never mentioned nor the school all I did was cite phrases that he would use on me all very ambiguous two months later I received this email hey I came across your blog a few days ago and I felt compelled to email you in response to your post very long story short I'm a student and I know exactly the professor you're talking about in your post by writing about your experience and sharing your story you've made me realize how naive I've been I'm not a manipulative lying abhorrent person he is you started out your post by saying how much you didn't want to write it but I'm writing to you to thank you you've helped me more than you know because I now realize I need to sever all ties with him immediately so thank you I wanted to throw my phone into heavy traffic I was furious I thought I'd stopped him I thought that I was getting him fired and that he would have learned but here he was teaching at other universities doing the same thing I knew I couldn't let this go I needed closure and I needed to put an end to this for good after hearing that John was at another university and at it again my blood was boiling and well this is where I might lose 70% of you listeners that had my back I could have let this go I lived in another state and had a pretty decent life I could have just walked away and said well that's her problem and leave it at that but I didn't something inside me felt morally obligated to finish what I had started the main reason I reported him was so that he would never be able to manipulate and torment young female students again I truly thought that I had failed and that was it for my responsibility to fix it I could not understand how someone who was fired from sexual harassment could still obtain teaching jobs adult the information was ever disclosed and was just swept under the college rug I decided to ask the girl who emailed me Emily what her story was this next part is from her perspective he started out emailing me about how beautiful my writing was but I never responded because I didn't consider myself a writer so I didn't care so much to ask him more about it soon after that he told the class he was working on a manuscript and if anyone wanted to read it just to email him and we'll send it over so that's what I did I mean if your professors writing a novel why wouldn't you want to read it so he sent it to me and I didn't get around to reading it for a while so he emailed me and asked me what I thought of it and if I had any feedback so I emailed him back and said I hadn't gotten around to reading it yet so he emailed me back that he'd love to know what I thought of it once I read it then maybe after the semester we could meet up to discuss it so a couple of months go by and it's the very end of the semester he already knew I would be in his class the next semester - along with the majority of my classmates from his fall class so he takes the whole class for pizza and everything seemed pretty normal but he specifically asked me about my boyfriend and if I lived with him which is the first thing I found very strange about him relationships had come up at some point in class and I mentioned my boyfriend and how long we'd been together so he emailed me later that night gave me his number and asked if I wanted to meet up and discuss his writings or to text him but I never did so he emailed me on New Year's Eve oddly enough saying he was really interested in my opinion and he really wanted to meet up so I gave her my number and we met up two weeks later a little at first and then more and more frequently but nothing inappropriate by now spring semester had started and it was mostly just I liked what you had to say in class today or you looked pretty he's very good at reading people and I think he knew I wouldn't take any sexual shit if he tried to pull it right off the bat then it got more into there I feel this special bond between you and if I'm being completely honest I have sexual and romantic feelings for you but I know you're in a situation and I respect you too much to ever do anything to jeopardize that bond we have he then said I like you too much just to kiss you and possibly lose you forever over it and I like you so much as a person that I want to be around you and I know we can't have anything romantic but I feel like I need to be friends with you I can keep it completely pellet onic despite my feelings for you and I believed him so we met up for coffee and pizza or whatever a handful of time always in public places because as much as I believe what he said I still knew something was fishy about him I also let him know that my boyfriend knew where we were and that I was with him but his texts started getting more and more inappropriate as I would try to change the subject and just ignore what he was saying until it got out of hand so that brings us to a few weeks ago I told him I needed to not talk to him anymore and he basically said okay but just know that something is eventually going to happen between us and even though he hasn't made any moves it's only because he respects me too much and he's resolved to let me be the one to initiate anything so I received a couple of emails from him and some of his writings and I would just email him back and say things and he would email me back with that he missed me then in I assume a very desperate and he started telling me about you and what happened he told me about you early on his very skewed version of the story in which he was the victim and I took his bait and texted him in response I just meant to text him a very quick message but he went back to like I had never asked him to stop talking - very inappropriate off the bat so I asked him your name just because I was curious and I googled you sorry and I didn't find anything too curious so I let it be but he was being so comfortable telling me things I didn't want to hear after me telling him I didn't want to speak to him two weeks earlier and then more red flags then normal were raised so I googled you again just to see if I could find any articles or anything to tell me what really happened between you two at the University and found nothing about it and that's when I came across your blog and I had an epiphany to say that so he texted me late Friday night just after I found your blog and I didn't respond he didn't text me all weekend either and he usually doesn't because he knows my weekends I work and the schedule is a little crazy and he usually doesn't because he knows my weekend work schedule is a little hectic so all weekend I was going back and forth should I reach out to you or not because it's really hard to decipher his truths from his lies so as you know I just went for it on Monday then he texted me yesterday morning and I told him I wanted to go back to not talking to him anymore so he said Emily you know how I feel so you know I'm sad when I can't talk we'll see you but you know that I'll give you whatever you need and I want it to work I want it to be right whatever it takes you're wonderful Emily completely you'll definitely be on my mind to which I responded to just okay after reading her email I asked her if she would ever report him she was very hesitant due to the fact that her mother was also a professor at the University and that made things very complicated for her I know none of you know me personally but I can't sit quietly about things like this being the victim of rape and countless situations where sexual harassment or over that creepiness is involved this really hits home for me especially when I knew this man personally and what he was capable of I looked at my phone and for the first time in about three years I looked up a name on my contacts John Kerrigan the following ensued through text message I said to him you have learned absolutely nothing from your past actions then he replied from what happened at our University I know I'm is immature and cavalier and I absolutely learned and grew from that as God and my father and my witness I did it changed me completely oh so you no longer seek out romantic relationships with female students then I assumed to which you're applied the truth is I never really did just immaturely like to flirt and get the attention though what we shared was so different and I made a mockery of it with my ego and I sincerely apologize but no I've grown out of all that stuff completely there was a time when I enjoyed the mysteries and flirtations but I've learned my lesson about such things and I learned what's important and I've become humble it's quite a thing but I've humbled myself and been less selfish and in a crazy way I do have you to thank for that I didn't lash out at you even right when it happened I didn't yell and scream or even ask you why I thought it was a bad idea for us to be in touch if we had been in touch I would have only asked for a chance of forgiveness nothing else how about the bullshit story of yours about PTIN all those emails he sent to girls in your classes John said we react badly when were embarrassed I make no excuses I was embarrassed and reacted like a teenager stupidest thing I did in my first year of teaching I felt so embarrassed I felt back on that stupidity I was in a mature jackass and I make no excuses for that so you're still baiting your students when your writings I presume it's available if people ask for it you and I first connected as writers that's where the roll connection feeling came from I sorry that the messed up ego and vanity got to you truly but maybe we can put an end to the bad stuff behind us and focus on the good you can write it's as simple as that you're a natural it's very rare I replied I want you to know that the things we do in life and the choices we make will always come back to us don't forget that John at this point I think he begins to understand that I'm on to him because he starts off with a new weapon bribery he uses my dream career to bait me just so you know and there's no expiration date on this but I'll be teaching a creative Writers Workshop and if you ever want to guest lecture the offer stands I figure maybe that's a decent way to focus on positive things and but the negative things in the past people will really benefit from your perspective my reply freely are you joking it would not be a good idea for me to be a guest lecturer for a professor I got fired I would lose any credibility and I choose what is right he replied from my point of view I think it can actually possibly lend more credibility as it's a clear show of mutual maturity and no hard feelings and a focus on good and positive things instead of past grudges and mistakes also I wouldn't introduce you as this is the girl that got me fired life is usually long and winding we've both done things we wish we could take back and we've both paid severely for them I think all we can do is try to be the best people we can be going forward that's what I offered but I respect your position and it'll stand in years to come if you change your mind and this might sound strange but the truth is I've been trying to be the kind of person you'd be proud of I keep that specifically in mind it's how I matured and grew out of all my silliness my head was about to explode as I stopped responding he was toxic and willing to cut open his wrists until all the possible lies flowed out before ever telling an ounce of the truth without mentioning Emily's name I wrote an email to the campus police about John Kerrigan it's probably too long to read out now as most of the things you've already heard but it stated what he had done to me in the past what he had been fired for and what the student from the university told me was it my problem or business not exactly but to be honest I didn't care he didn't deserve another second chance to stand up in front of a classroom of people hopefuls and mentally pick out his next victims I wanted closure and I needed it two weeks later I received this message on my father's grave I promise you I have no improper intentions towards anyone at my university I swear on everything holy that I will never ever do that I've grown out of all my ego may God strike me down if I'm lying just so you know he never did please I beg you to stop punishing me for the bad past feelings I beg you and swear on my late father I will do nothing improper the University just called to say you complained about me and teaching is all I have left I told him one of your students found me and reached out to me all I did was forward the info and left it there he then replied I don't understand how could someone find you it doesn't matter I was stupid and paid the price and so I'll deal with whatever awkwardness my reputation causes me I deserve that that's my responsibility but I have no bad blood at all towards you and you and I can leave our stuff in the past and just do our best going forward right so then I reply someone really did reach out to me whom of which I've gotten to know over the past few weeks and told me of an eerily similar story we are only as sick as our secrets so if there is anyone out there that you need to talk to or apologize to for being a little more than friendly with maybe that's something to ponder you get second chances you don't get thirds so he responds something of my University I'm racking my brain and I can't think of what it could be I do talk too much and a lot of what I say can be misconstrued but the truth is what happened between us was good it grew me it changed me I'll be even more vigilant now I'll have no non professional discussions of any kind with anyone male or female I pledge that that was the last I heard from him one week later I received an email from the head of investigations at the University he was teaching they decided to fire him Emily emailed me later that day and said that John Carrigan had sent an email out to her and her classmates regrettably informing them that he was making the decision to leave and pursue other things he told them he would still love to meet up with them in a non classroom resetting for pizza and to hold a weekly literary group at a local cafe with all who care to join it was then I realized you cannot change a sociopath I am a nursing student do to graduate in May who just wrapped up a 10-week internship at a nearby level 1 trauma center most of my summer was kind of run-of-the-mill stuff gunshot wound stab wounds stage 4 pressure ulcers on long-term paralyzed men and my last day however I encountered the new admittance whose staff referred to was the swamp monster he had been found a couple of days earlier when he walked out of the marsh into a couple's backyard asking to use the phone since he'd been shot by a state trooper while the surgeon who admits him believes he was actually impaled not shot his wounds were still gnarly whatever had impaled him nicked his left ventricle so in addition to the wound from his initial injury he also had staples in his chest and by 20 hours past his admission all his wound sites had become neurotic you could smell this from the nurse's station he got a besides abdominal X lamp down since he was 20 liters positive and developing abdominal compartment syndrome the second they come through the last layer of fat of his abdomen his bowels flopped out along with some excess fluid they also cannulated him from ECMO at besides the well involving putting two giant catheters in two major vessels to redirect blood away from the heart and lungs to get oxygenated in a machine opening his chest was an interesting experience though and he was more neurotic than we thought and that smell was heinous I could smell it through my search I'm glad to say he made it I was in a small forest near my house one night around 1:00 a.m. on a winter night the reason for this is because I was practicing meditation and sometimes like to go out into nature during sessions I sat under a tree and the place was deserted when I got there and just calmly melted into the environment I managed to get into a pretty deep State so everything the sort of dreamlike about halfway into it these two young women came in they were getting drunk and high and were giggling and tipsy they sat down about 20 feet away from me facing away chatting totally unaware of my presence one of them then noticed me and started freaking out what's that did you see that she said to her friend then the other one noticed me an ambiguous silhouetted lump under a pine tree and they shrieked my response in a monotonous tone was don't worry I am a human woman I was in a particularly deep state at the time and I didn't really think about how it sounded very strange until afterwards one of them responded kind of stuttering and asked what I was doing I explained that I was meditating and they didn't need to worry about me and they could proceed with their drinking needless to say they laughed it off nervously and then quickly made an excuse to leave we went to an abandoned Hospital there was a large square staircase spiraling up to the roof of the outside of the building locked steel door at the bottom so the only way up was to climb on the outside up to the first landing my buddy boosts me low I climb over and there's a sleeping bag with a steak knife next to it on the landing I call down ah we're definitely not alone here dude no but it's cool says a voice behind me scaring their little shit out of me and causing me to jump on wall around there's a young dirty homeless looking guy standing there coming down the stairs from a bath hands up palms out I didn't mean to scare you he takes a seat on the stairs so I carefully step onto the handle of the little steak knife lean over the edge and pull my friend we had planned to sit on the roof and drink beer so we offer the homeless guy a beer which he gratefully accepts and we shoot the shit on the landing for a while we were talking about the city no cops traveling and life in general he tells us that he's basically a drifter and has been in town for about a week or so but a nice guy things are going pretty well when all of a sudden he asks you guys are human right I hate it when I meet people that end up being aliens and you never know until you peel their skin off they've been after me a long time you know they don't stop they never stop sometimes I think I should just kill everyone to be safe he's definitely not joking there's an uncomfortable silence as my friend and I realized this guy is genuinely batshit yeah man we're human we just wanted to check out this place and drink some beer we're gonna go and make a move now though we definitely don't want to be any trouble he just stares in silence so we leave him the last beer carefully backing up the railing jumping down and walking away very quickly constantly looking back over our shoulders the entire time he's just standing there still and silent watching us leave this place is still abandoned at least in the last five years it has been and we've never been back now I'm not a believer in the supernatural but humans can be deceptive and dangerous in ways that you can't see coming there was this abandoned hotel I was checking out I gained access through a blown-out window near the indoor pool it smelled like death inside and I come to find a couple of bloated dead deer in the slime collected towards the deep end of the pool that should have been my sign Tigger I make my way into the lobby and banquet areas then come across a couple of raccoons and squirrels who scurry away swiftly everything is destroyed even the reception desk has been ripped in half nothing interesting to photograph just trash neat little piles of trash after a bit of searching I find the stale one there's an odd noise coming from above that I brush off as rain I decide to skip a couple of floors because they're probably in the same condition as the lobby and a lot of the exterior windows have been blown out I get to fall and open the doors not worried about the noise as I'm confident on the only sober person on premise if not the only person as I pulled the door open the rain noise suddenly ceases completely I point my flashlight down the hallway to see hundreds of geese poke their head out of the guest rooms I remember the moment when nothing moved and we just stared at each other it felt like it lasted several minutes though I'm sure it was no more than 10 seconds Here I am in the middle of a Hall of geese of an abandoned luxury hotel staring me down once the initial shock of the site wears off I remember I'm only looking at half of the floor behind me the geese are pulling a deer in the headlights they're coming towards me it was time to go I closed the stairwell door behind him only muffling the cacophony that erupted once I moved as I hustled down the stairs I realized the signs were there goose shit everywhere I hit the lobby and turned towards the poor we're a group of geese has collected as if they were trying to trap me luckily they're just dumb Birds and I got out of there to find the exterior of the hotel swarming with them there was one lone central standing on the roof honking out a shrill command that the perimeter had been breached I should have stayed to get more pictures but I was done covered in filth from a slip down the stairs and I didn't feel like collecting fresh shit from the dive bombers circling overhead I did however get the picture you see on screen I worked IT Help Desk in a hospital for three years which meant working the late shift one week out of every six the first time I ever did this most people went home between 5:00 to 6:00 and it was dead quiet by 7:00 later and evening I started hearing doors and windows open and closed in the buildings of the wing this went on until I left on 1 a.m. windows open then immediately closing doors opening at both ends of a long hallway simultaneously and it just went on and on all night I commented to my manager the next day that the security guards took an awfully long time to do their rounds of the building and check all the windows were locked it went on for hours by my watch he gave me a funny look and told me that there was no security in our building after hours I'd been the only living soul in there it's worth noting that the building has originally been a nun's dormitory and when they moved out it was converted into a morgue before getting its final makeover and becoming an office block same thing happened every time up for the late shift I heard these noises all night but never saw anything disturbing so I decided in the end it simply wasn't a problem however leaving the building meant turning off all the lights and then walking 30 meters in the dark to the main doors I hated that part of going home my company would put us up in the Shilo in downtown when we were in Salt Lake City a co-worker of mine was awakened in the middle of the night by the sounds of a bunch of kids in the hallway it went on for longer than he could tolerate so he opened the room door to tell them to hush only to find the hallway empty he could still hear the children so figuring they were in an adjoining room he called down to the front desk to complain the man at the front desk claimed to be certain that there were no kids staying on the floor but that he was certain the noise would subside in a bit and he offered to send up some earplugs my coworker was a bit annoyed how can you say there are no kids when I'm hearing kids he said but went back to bed and eventually managed to fall back asleep the next day when he was checking out a different clerk made the mistake of asking the routine question was everything satisfactory with your stay sir my coworker gave her an earful about the noisy kids and how the other clerk had dismissed the complaints the clerk looked a bit uncomfortable and said in a half whisper we're not supposed to talk about our history with the guests but please do Google for Rachel David and you'll understand what happened to you we get similar complaints every few weeks and we try to never put kids on that floor in the van on the way to the airport he ruined his phone the story of how her mother Rachel David had tossed her seven children off the 11th floor balcony of the hotel then called the International Dunes before jumping off herself I was doing my annual road trip through New Hampshire and Vermont during the prime week for fall foliage this trip I invited my dad along with me in order to get him out of the house and try and ease his depression it had rained all day long but we finally reached a scenic waterfall soon as the waterfall was visible we saw a few other people as I looked towards the top of the waterfall I saw an elderly man had crossed beyond the wooden guardrails and was trying to take a close picture with his little point and shoot camera at this moment he slipped and fell in it was a three-tiered waterfall it was called sabadie Falls and it was gushing literally hundreds of gallons of water per second and I instantly screamed dad someone just fell in at this moment the guy's head barely bobbed up from the first-tier and he was facing my direction his nearby family and my dad hadn't seen him slip but my scream alerted them the guy was no longer seen again we frantically all spread out through the course of the waterfall looking for signs of him for the next 20 minutes it was almost magical how we all did this instantly and effectively without any communication as too much distance didn't permit for us to speak nobody could call police due to no cell phone coverage in the area and later we found out his family did in fact see him at some point as he was being washed down his body was found the next day by authorities he was in his sixties as a photographer and thrill seeker I will always be cautious now I participated in an experimental program in the 80s through a hospital in Memphis that was supervised by a governmental agency patients were supposed to be supplied medicine medically supervised by doctors and nurses that were employed at the hospital and therefore not biased to the outcomes of the study it was a double-blind study several of us had adverse reactions to the medication tremors seizures insomnia night sweats and both auditory and visual hallucinations one lady slipped into a coma and was quickly removed from the program I found out much later from one of the nurses that she died after a severe seizure and it was covered up they split us up the patients with adverse reactions so we would not be able to compare notes we were also not allowed visitations and phone calls were strictly monitored with there being no permission of outside mails or parcels to be delivered I first experienced mood changes then sleepwalking and I became combative when awakened violent and normally as meek as a mouse and I then experienced sleep paralysis this staff viewed this happening but did not help me deciding instead I was being a difficult patient but I was locked in my body and could barely breathe this black shadow was sitting on my chest crushing me stealing my breath and a nurse plunged a needle into my arm I knew I was dead I just knew I was dead that that would be the end but instead I fell into a merciful sleep during which I was sent to a mental institution my admitting psychiatric doctor was told I was brought in from a different hospital via ambulance in a five-point restraint and had to be heavily sedated and I was labeled as dangerously violent than a psychotic patient they diagnosed me with schizophrenia moderate to severe and manic depression with severe mood swings I was informed because of my delusions this so-called experiment never took place then because of my actions that I was putting myself and society in danger and I was a patient in there for 3 years of my life I was never paid for participating in the experimental program as promised since it didn't exist and I never found out the name of the medication that to this day still causes me dizziness blackouts and sleepwalking and occasional insomnia sometimes nervous tremors but eventually the seizures stopped I still have sleep paralysis four times it has occurred but that's a horror story I must tell on some bright sunny day to speak of it on a dark night such as tonight when all the lights could go out his unthinkable I couldn't sue the program since it was apparently a delusion but note this my 3-year stay was paid for by Medicaid I never even applied for Medicaid obviously someone had done it on my behalf for reasons which I think we can all suss out I have searched for other members of the experimental program to no avail I thought I recognized one person a male several years ago he became very agitated and wouldn't speak to me even jerking his arm from my grasp and hurrying away the nurse is the only person I ever encountered again that would speak to me and she was obviously very uncomfortable I only saw her that once but that confirmed to me that this did take place and that it wasn't in my head I know I will never be compensated but I still want answers why did I have to be institutionalized for 3 years of my life what was this medicine or drug they kept feeding me what was the purpose of the experiment if anyone involved in the program is hearing this it was a Memphis in the late eighties and you're more than willing to help me find answers please let me know I want to get in contact with you but be careful I feel like I'm taking a risk even discussing this this pseudo patient experiment mentioned in a conspiracy theory video brought everything flooding back to me I can't help but wonder how many other cover-ups like this have happened that have just been swept under the rug as a paramedic I responded to the call of a traffic accident which I was told was a baby ejected we prepare for the worst we arrive in about 8 minutes and the trooper is on scene trying to clear the area of bystanders and gawkers to preserve the scene he had covered the baby with the yellow death chute that troopers carry in their trunk I lifted the sheet to check vitals and pronounced death and it was not a baby but the top half of a 19 year old girl that was driving a small pickup truck about 50 yards away she was driving and arguing with her 19 year old husband who was the passenger they were doing about 55 miles an hour on a two-lane road and met an oncoming truck pulling a double-wide mobile home she ran under the front corner of the mobile home cutting her in half the bottom half remained in the driver's seat while her on her husband watched as the truck skidded another 50 to 60 yards side wiping a minivan sending it into a ditch upside down when the truck came to rest her bottom half fell out onto the ground we also found a trail of ribs from the cab to the bed and down the pavement to the top half it looked like a movie set her top and bottom have looked unhurt but from mid chest to about pelvis was strong along the road the husband was absolutely freaking out about what he had just seen he was babbling incoherently running around swinging at people and generally just a mess their witness who lived right in front of the scene started having chest pains and had to be transported we took the husband and I called medical control and actually got orders to give him IV valium something paramedics normally can only give to grand mal seizures the driver of this big truck was fine but was also very very distraught of what he had just witnessed that was 16 years ago and I can still remember pulling up to that scene like it was yesterday I am a surgical resident in plastics my caseload usually doesn't fall under a grotesque category but I've had a few admits from the ER that make me question my humanity two weeks ago I got a page from the IDI and went down to find a middle-aged man who had 90% of his body burned his skin was essentially gone I don't think anyone could even understand his pain levels this man was in mortal agony as I assessed the patient the ER attending told me that this guy was homeless and apparently he had been taken to the ER a few times before this year and was known by those who treated him to suffer from paranoid schizophrenia and he was assaulted by several teenage boys one of them decided to set him on fire and probably would have finished him off even further had it not been for a local store owner who tried to chase them down mom was the one who called my mom one a year before I was part of a treatment team for a five year old girl whose father beat her so savagely that her face looked like it had been caved in or mauled by some animal we don't have a burn unit at my hospital despite the fact it's a major trauma center so as soon as we get the burn victim stabilized they are transferred to another facility I don't know what happened to the man and I never saw the little girl again once she was discharged I never found out whether those boys were caught or not and I've been praying ever since that the bastards won't be found back in the day my friends and I would always go up to this boarded up Hospital and play in it the only problem was that all the doors were locked and all of the windows were boarded however there was a shed that you could climb up and jump onto a car cover thing and there was a window that was broken where you could get in we had been in the hospital so many times it wasn't creepy at all anymore while one day we decided we would go explore the basement that was always flooded and we would actually try and walk down the super dark hallway that was down there the water was probably four feet deep and murky so you couldn't see the bottom my friends and I start walking down the stairs into the basement and are shining our flashlights down into the hallway trying to see anything all we can see is this thing that looked like a generator and shelves but can't see far down into the hallway we finally must drop the courage to begin our descent into the water but something doesn't feel right the water was completely emotionless and they got incredibly quiet so quiet in fact I swear I could hear my friends heartbeats my friend puts one foot on a stair that was submerged and then another the water rippled as he continued his descent then out of nowhere we hear a huge splash into the water somewhere nearby they kind of splash you would hear if someone cannonballed in we immediately bolt back up the stairs I peek down into the darkness to see nothing but we could definitely hear something coming down the hallway towards us we ran all the way to the second floor and jumped off the car covering things so fast we waited outside for a couple of hours and heard nothing and or no-one we ended up going back inside and sitting at the top of the stairs listening for anything or anyone but heard nothing the stairs were pretty dry by this point and one of my friends got a bright idea and threw the flashlight down the stairs into the water to try and scare whatever might be down there after another flashlight made a splash from the impact we heard nothing and the light disappeared into the darkness of the water after waiting for what felt like an eternity we again found the courage to charge down the stairs screaming and hollering we got to the base of the water and jumped in shining our flashlights down the hall making a ton of noise behind the generator was another hallway that was absolutely pitch-black we were standing in the water at this intersection when all of a sudden we see a large silhouette slowly moving towards us it looked like two barrels standing next to each other atop the water then another huge splash behind them they split apart and started moving towards us extremely quickly we ran and never returned to that place I once found a man who had hanged himself I was riding my bicycle on a path at night and my light shone directly on him hanging from a train bridge with his feet maybe six feet off the ground skip forward a few years and I'm hiking in Patagonia with another traveler I meant the trails were not warm armed so we kept getting lost we were trying to find our way through some brush as I was telling him the stories of finding the hanged man towards the end of my story my friend says look a pile of bones pretty freaked out at first I thought maybe they were human but upon closer inspection we saw two spines and a bunch of rib bones of a helmet which is a Chilean deer no head at first they're an endangered species so we wondered if maybe some poachers took the head or if it was a mountain lion food catch we poked around and we found the skull and the antlers they were locked together and it looked like they died that way we tried to pull the antlers apart but they were impossibly stuck in the end we strapped them to my backpack and we brought them to this tiny town called Sara Castile I gave them to this old woman who ran the hostel and would have loved to keep them but the hell mall is a national symbol and I didn't think I'd be able to get the skulls out the country milady was ecstatic and she let me stay for free and tried to give me $40 when I left I did not witness this firsthand but the most disgusting medical related story I've heard from a practitioner who has actually lived to tell the tale is the following as part of my training to be a rape crisis counselor a doctor came to give me a presentation about STDs and sti's somehow he veered off the main topic and starts telling us about the things he'd seen in his time a female patient came in complaining of extreme abdominal pains the patient disclosed that she was a prostitute the patient further disclosed that in order to continue working while she was on her period she would put a sponge as close to her cervix as possible to absorb the blood and other menstrual related discharge the patient then explained that she had inserted a sponge and was unable to remove it the doctor figured it would be a rather routine matter of removing a foreign object that had come lodged or stuck and takes the patient into an exam room to perform an extraction when the doctor went to remove the sponge it turns out that the patient had been using a car washing sponge to absorb her menstrual discharge and that the same sponge had been in her vagina for three months when the doctor finally managed to remove the class sponge which had turned into a black semi solidified mass due to the excess absorption of nastiness it also released a torrent of fluids there had been marinating in this woman's vagina for three months and the fluids gushed out and nearly covered the entire floor of the exam room the doctor told us that it was the first time in his 20 years of practice that he actually vomited while performing a medical procedure and that the stench in the room was so foul and pungent that it filled the entire clinic and made a seasoned nurse who was standing in the hallway vomit as the doctor was retelling this horrifying life tragedy that he survived he didn't look a single person in the eye his eyes were transfixed on some non-existent point near the horizon of his traumatized memory I am a medical student and I have two stories that I would like to share a super obese woman comes to clinic complaining of a foul odor that she's noticed and you me and the attending noticed it too a smell somewhere between rancid milk mixed with rotting fish and a disemboweled skunk swimming in garbage we do the usual worker take a good history do a thorough physical as best we can given she is huge and has folds and folds of fat and skin draped all over including a rectal and genital examination just in case there was some funky growth down there and run some simple lands now as me and the attending are discussing how we have no clue what's going on the nurses come out holding a green soggy mush in her gloved hand and waves it in front of our faces I nearly puked right then and there turns out the woman was using pieces of bread to soak up sweat by putting them in between her fat Falls apparently she forgot about this one piece which then stayed there to marinate in her juices for weeks as estimated by the patient I was sent to see if there were any more hidden pieces luckily for me there wasn't by having to lift up and search every fat fold was it embarrassing for her as it was disgusting for me this second story a guy was drunk and fighting with his girlfriend and decides to light up some m-80s and throw them at her well he waited too long after lighting one and ends up blowing off his hand he's bought to the IDI completely drunk and having lost a lot of blood we stabilize him and take him to the o.r while their hand surgeons are cleaning off his stump of a hand me and the surgery resident are fixing all his chest wounds and one of the surgeons say wow this is a mess did anyone at the scene find his thumb no one knows we continue examining cleaning and situating his wounds and lo and behold buried in a deep wound in his upper abdomen is 2/3 of the guys though if he hadn't have been so fat his thumb would have likely entered his perineum we were kids exploring an underground flood channel there were spots we would climb up and dangle our arms out of the storm drains on the street but that required crawling up weird diagonal tongues there were four of us and we were about 12 years old with one flashlight the war was were all graffiti'd with a lot of gangster and even warnings to turn back we just took it as other kids that were bored we got to the spot where the ceiling angled down quite low to the point the opening was so small we had to crawl to continue challenge accepted it looked like it opened up again shortly so he crawled through five to six feet of the low area and when it opened back up it looked like we were in a large round concrete pipe with still lots of graffiti we started yelling and playing with the echoes then we thought we heard something so he got quiet and then really loudly a boom came from the darkness someone shouted you are all going to die and we heard this person running their kid with a flashlight ran so fast and the rest of us were left in absolute darkness this was the first time we went past the low spot but the last time we went down there none of us died that day the rest of us ended up quietly and slowly walking out in the dark

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