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I am a 27 year old female at the time this occurred I was in my senior year in high school angsty and steadily into partying for this story I'm going to hide her identity solely due to privacy let's call her Kay Kay almost cost me my life and I never want to see her again a little backstory on Kay she had grown up privileged given anything she ever wanted her parents adopted her five cousins and this is when she started to rebel her parents were well off started to pay less attention to her so Kay had all the freedom in the world at the time this incident occurred Kay was 18 and I had just turned 18 we were headed to a kickback at these guys house and nothing more than a little bit of weed was expected now I had my share and smoking weed and popping pills here and there I had just tried ecstasy this summer prior however I was planning on staying sober Shay picked me up and we stopped to buy cigarettes at a gas station I bought a fountain drink one with the straw and everything this is crucial for the story later on we arrived at the apartment and everyone is smoking including Kay but I declined she would always say stuff about how she never wanted to be hi alone complained about how I never got as high as her so I obliged and I cleared the bong off her hit not even taking a full hit she asked for a drink of my soda and I handed it to her she had it for a good minute I had my head turned talking to someone else at the kickback when I looked back at Kay she was messing with my straw I didn't think much of it and she handed it back to me within about 30 minutes or so I started to feel intensely high to the point that I needed to escape from the group I go out front to smoke a cigarette only to find that I couldn't stand up so I laid on the front porch then all of these dark thoughts flashed through my mind I felt so sick like my stomach was being torn open I couldn't stand up I had to crawl to the bushes to throw up I thought to myself all of this off clearing a bomb so I laid back on the porch the apartment was located on a busy street in the city I lived in I also thought about running into traffic because I felt like I was dying so I gave myself two options I could run into traffic have a car hit me and end this horrible pain I was in or I could get some help maybe flag somebody down my mind wasn't in the right state I knew nobody at the kickback would take me seriously but I knew something was terribly wrong I thought about calling my mom I must have dialed her number and hung up like five times finally I called and told her what had happened and that I didn't know why I was so high nobody else was feeling the way that I felt what seemed like an eternity later kay came outside looking for me as I'm puking my guts out into the bushes she asks me if I want to go get some food I asked her if she was serious she laughed as I puked what I didn't know is that my mother had called my older brother to pick me up since he lived close to where I was he showed up with a machete ran inside and threatened people he didn't know who gave me what it wasn't until I got home that my brother took one look at me he saw my eyes and noticed how dilated my pupils were so they rushed me to the ER after more puking of course my memory there is a bit fuzzy I just remember asking my sister-in-law if I was going to die and tell him/her that I was scared they ended up sedating me due to the fact that I was yelling and threatening the nurses which was completely out of character for me they did a drug test screen on me and found MDMA the drug found an ecstasy along with other drugs in my system I'm assuming the other drugs were the ones used to make up the ecstasy now this is all frightening and everything however what I found out a few days later shocked me to my core K had been to a house party the next night somebody there had said that she was passing out free ecstasy to four different people of those four people three had horrible seizures and had to be taken to the ER by ambulance I'm assuming that whatever ecstasy she used was a bad batch remember when she asked to have a drink of my soda I assume that this is when she dropped the pill inside and it dissolved she probably crushed it beforehand or something I have no clue but at this time in my life I hadn't done drugs for a while especially not ecstasy k also went on to tell people that I was the one that slipped her the drug and she had to go to the hospital she's a pathological liar and has had to go to therapy for a long time for mental disorders all of this happened because she wanted me to be high like her I could have committed suicide because I wasn't in the right frame of mind it still affects me to this day it sounds cliche but I have hard time trusting people with this experience among other things I also don't like sharing drinks with people I get scared when I go out to a bar or a club fearing the worst I mean if my own friend has done this to me what's stopping a stranger so I always guard my drink no matter what and I'll never see Kay again I'm not sure if this was a trendy thing for anyone else in the early to mid-2000s but when I was a child during this time it appeared that many characters and books and films and TV shows had pen pals distant figures with whom they were best friends and to whom they scribed whatever was going on in their lives one of these TV shows actually featured an episode where a girl met up with her pen pal who turned out to not be a French boy at her age but a creepy middle-aged man who shoved her in the back of his van apparently I didn't let this sway me from seeking out a pen pal of my own however I searched pen pals in Google and clicked on the first few sites the one that I settled on already had a list of children's names ages locations small bios and an email address I scoured the page but couldn't find anyone my age the youngest girl was Lotte age 12 from Amsterdam so I clicked on her email address and tapped out a truthful message telling her that I was Pepe from HR from the UK and that I was only eight but I was really mature for my age and please be my friend online I remember she responded very quickly I remember that she told me that it didn't matter that I was eight she'd like younger girls better anyway retrospectively that's creepy to say but I was eight and naive we struck up a friendship and we would email back and forth I told her everything about my annoying friends at school my parents who fought all the time I loved for Jacqueline Wilson books and Doctor Who like the idiot that I was I told her what country I lived in and the town I didn't give her my address but I was stupid enough to send her a picture of myself she didn't send anything back and I didn't think to ask because once again I was the idiot she told me I was really pretty things are still a bit fuzzy to remember but one thing I do remember is that she said she liked my eyes a few weeks of this goes on my older sister was the only person who knew and she told me one day that she wasn't comfortable with this because she's only older by a year I thought I knew better and I brushed her off but she asked me to tell her mom I didn't want to but I had a feeling in my gut that I should that evening I told her putting on my most persuasive voice I tried to convince her that lot was really cool and nice but my mom is protective and she knew something was wrong she asked to see the emails and told me lot isn't a girl she's a man preying on you mom pointed out the typing style and the email address she doesn't even talk like a little girl she said see lots a mail address wasn't simply like at hotmail.com or gmail.com or even yahoo it was at something that according to my mom looked like a business name not something that a little girl would have an email with her writing style had also changed over the weeks we'd been talking it had gone from normal typing like a little kid to regular typing this didn't give my mom a good feeling she told me to stop emailing locked I lied and said I would but naturally I carried on but I was still a little unnerved I email a lot a few days later saying that my mom wanted her mom's email address she started questioning me why when she replied but eventually gave it I was relieved in hindsight I should have wondered why she didn't want to give me the email address straight away maybe I realized this a little subconsciously because I asked her for a photo of her and another with her mom again she questioned why and asked if something was wrong I just told her that my mom wanted to know what she looked like there was no reply for a few days but then finally I get another email from her attached were two pictures one of her and one of her with her mom they didn't look right they didn't look like normal pictures they looked polished and professional I think by this point the unsettling feeling was too much for even me to handle I'm not good at shutting things down with someone even to this day I can't calmly and slowly end a relationship or a friendship so I replied to the email with the pictures and wrote that I never wanted to speak to her again she didn't take it very well not well at all actually she told me she hated me and that I was ugly she said a few other nasty things but what freaked me out was when she told me she would make me as miserable as I made her you can guarantee that if I wasn't scared before I was now I cried and told my mom who was upset about me lying but worried as well so I guess when she banned me from using the internet for a few weeks it was actually a protective measure as well as a punishment nothing ended up happening this made me think that maybe I had freaked out a lot for no reason maybe she hadn't lied after all there was only a year and a bit later when I stumbled upon a new show and found out that those pictures weren't a lot after all does anybody remember an Australian show called the mortified the photo she had sent were actually head shots of the lead actress at the time I was upset that I had to stop talking a lot but looking back on it after all these years it was probably the smartest move I had ever made I am currently 18 years old I began messaging this person Jackson when I was around 14 I was doing what I always did when I was with my friends went on omegle and see what we would find possibly something funny gross or something playing interesting one time there was a guy who messaged saying hello he didn't have a camera on and we began typing to him simple stuff like where was he from and where we were harmless I thought when he began targeting me to talk he would try to get me to come into the camera's view and I did my friend would giggle as I would take over he called me beautiful and I exaggerated appreciation for the camera he asked for my socials and I give him my kik name which was highly popular back then this is where everything goes wrong I ended up getting home and a message appeared on my phone hey cutie I got confused until he reminded me he was from omegle the conversation was very innocent him trying to get to know me asking about where I lived in my interests I found out he lived in Ireland I had a pit in my gut subside because it was really far away from me we began talking daily so much that I rarely socialized with my actual friends soon he began to confess he had a deep feeling for me it wanted to be with me I told him I don't know what he looks like who he really is and said I can't do long-distance he sent a photo of him he was chubby with brown hair and blue eyes I replied with cute because I felt bad and didn't want to make him feel horrible about himself he wasn't my type but he would be someone's we spoke a lot more and he told me he was around 23 years old I thought that wasn't that bad at all and nothing crazy like 40 time flu and we knew a lot about one another he followed my Instagram's and liked my stuff sent me posts from other meme accounts and it was all fun and innocent then one day out of nowhere he became sexual with me saying that he was horny and wanted photos of me anything to get him off I told him I don't do that and didn't respond to him for the rest of the night the next day I woke up - I'm sorry messages and I forgave him stuff like that happens I thought to myself this happened quite often he would get mad at times when I didn't do what he wanted I rarely sent the guys selfies let alone naked pictures of my body that 15 him and I stopped talking he would add me on my snapchat I gave that to him at a later date when I finally got it we reconnected once he said he misses me and was sorry then said he would kill himself he misses me so bad I freaked out and felt like his life was in my hands I decided to have small innocent chats time went by and I got older as he did I was 16 when I told him I was sick of his games sometimes he would disappear for a while they'd come back all horny and angry at me I blocked him on kik ended up deleting the app as it became unpopular blocked him on snapchat where he then began to add me over and over with new accounts I freaked out a lot because on Instagram you can see requested text messages and he messaged me saying he would find me and show me that he can make me happy he used to text me saying answer your effing phone and I'm sorry I'm just mad and frustrated I was so sick of it I still AM sometimes he would tell me how he would turn up at my house and surprise me and I would jump into his arms and be super happy and fall in love with him like he loved me and professes to me a lot on fake accounts on Instagram sometimes he would go dark and tell me horrible things he would do to me send me naked photos of him and tell me how it was all for me to this day he still messages me and I'm 18 now this guy won't leave me alone and I'm so deathly afraid he will actually find me I know this didn't have a climax or anything insane that happened but the fear he instilled in my heart it's something that I simply can't let go I've told people about this happening and this stalking caused them to say tell the police but what could they do he was in Ireland I knew what for a fact as he found in my facebook and he'd never done anything physical to me and I didn't want my mother to find out I'm just scared one day he'll find me but I hope he never does this story is about my uncle and his slaves back friend okay so he wasn't my blood uncle he was my biological aunts brother-in-law my mom used to date sketchy guys when I was a teen I didn't live with her much because she was a horrible role model so my grandmother raised me for a big chunk of my life I'm thankful for that because she taught me so many values and how to be a lady I later moved in with my dad and stepmom and half siblings when I was fifteen and I had a wonderful life with them when I was fourteen I lived with my mother and her skeezy boyfriend Dale for a year in the upper half of a duplex her boyfriend had this friend that would come over very occasionally that looks just like the white guy from the Jerky Boys same hair too and he creeped me out because he would always stare at me and I would always catch him creepily staring at my butt and my boobs my aunt lived down the block that I would visit quite frequently because she was the cool aunt she was in her 20s super fun and really pretty and she had a 1969 Firebird convertible that we would drive around in in blast Arrowsmith this was in the 90s so with that said I saw her brother unlock Jeff quite a bit because he was renting out her basement I thought he was kind of weird but an okay guy so one night at about 11:30 or midnight I was home alone and I get a knock at the door our door had a square glass panel towards the top that was painted over with a little peephole scratched in the paint I look through and it's my aunt Bea's in LA Jeff I opened the door and I say oh hey what's up he asked me if my mom or Dale is home I said no my mom was at work and God knows where Dale is then he asked me to come downstairs because he wanted to talk to me I trusted him because I considered him family and I was also pretty timid and didn't like saying no to people so I followed him downstairs to the front porch I see his car parked and still running on the street with the headlights on and sitting in the passenger seat with the window rolled down was the jerky boy looking guy that hung out with my mom's boyfriend I paused and I said and Jeff said hey we want to talk to you we want to ask you something and he started to gently guide me to the car my adrenaline started pumping and I all of the sudden felt that something wasn't right I stopped and pulled back a little and tried my best not to look scared Jeff kept talking sweetly running his finger up my shoulder to fix the spaghetti strap and saying it's okay just come closer to me and I pulled away politely and said it was okay he can ask him right here he kept sweetly trying to convince me to just come to the car so he could just talk and said that if I was so scared I could just stand in front of the headlights the second he said stand in front of the headlights my stomach did a leap and my whole body started to fill electrically-charged because I knew if I was to stand in front of the headlights I would not be able to see and it would distract me that's making it easy for one of them to get me I knew right at that moment I was in a very dangerous situation so I started acting ditzy and dumb because I was afraid that if they thought I was thinking they were trying to do something that would land him in prison he would just grab me right there and cover my mouth and drag me to the car so I wouldn't tell on him so I started to playfully joke around and said that I wasn't wearing shoes and I didn't want to step in dog poop then I see jerky boys start to come out of his car and then I just sprinted into the house so fast and ran up the stairs and locked the door I was shaking so bad then the tricky boys knock on the door about a minute later and he's looking through the makeshift people he started saying that he needs to talk to my mom's boyfriend I say that he isn't home so he goes away from the door but I didn't hear him go down the stairs then thirty seconds later Jeff comes up in knocks and is talking through the door saying that he needed to talk to my mom's boyfriend and he tries to open the door but it's locked I said that he wasn't home again so Jeff starts saying things like I'm sorry we scared you honey we just wanted to talk to you and ask you about your mom and Dale and other excuses I was scared that they were going to try and kick in the door so I decided that I was going to try and sneak out the back I walked towards the back door and thank God I looked out the back window first because I saw a turkey boy standing downstairs at the back door so Jeff was at the front door sweet-talking me and his friend was waiting by the back I know what you're probably thinking right now hearing this called the cops I don't know why I didn't I think it was because I was so naive and timid and this guy was my uncle I was also questioning myself and judging myself because Jeff kept reassuring me at the front door so I go to the front door and Jeff is still there talking to me and telling me that he felt bad for scaring me and I'd tell him through the door trying my best to disguise any hint of fear that it was okay that I was sorry I got spooked and that it wasn't his fault and I just tried my best to show him that I believed him they eventually left and once the coast was clear I snuck out and ran to my friend's house next door I didn't tell them anything just said that I was scared and wanted to stay there until my mom got home I did tell my mom though but nothing really happened and I thankfully moved to my dad's house 45 miles away three months later and I never saw him again the story that I'm gonna tell needs to be shared unfortunately this was not the first nor the last time something similar has happened to me this story happens in the latin-american country I was living in at the time I was 22 to 23 years old female finishing my master's degree in the local university I had a part-time job as a receptionist in an Institute and usually had the afternoon shift the left work everyday around 8:30 p.m. to go to the bus stop and then walk around five minutes to get home even though this was and is one of the most dangerous countries in the world I lived in a relatively safe city in a good neighborhood still I walked very alerted of my surroundings and was ready to run or call somebody if needed this is where my story starts for a few days I had been seen a very big expensive white SUV with tinted windows driving around my neighborhood I'd never seen it before but I just thought it was a new neighbor after a few days I started noticing that the SUV seemed to follow me it was always parked in a corner of my street and usually started driving when I walked past it obviously it gave me the creeps so I told my boyfriend and my parents since the driver never did anything just drove not even slowly sometimes they said it could be a coincidence and it could be in fact a neighbor what started as nighttime encounters that went off for several weeks but not on a regular basis turned into daytime encounters they started to follow me around the neighborhood sometimes passing me several times in a row sometimes slow almost at the same speed I was walking I discreetly took note of the license plate and always kept it in my phone it was a pretty popular year model SUV I started to look for it everywhere I went and I noticed they followed me to other parts of the city this really scared me and I finally contacted the police I didn't do it before because they're mostly useless they told me of course that they couldn't do anything until it was physical otherwise they could assume it was coincidental I was in panic mode I even dreamed about the situation I alerted my parents and my boyfriend who was working in another city I alerted friends and co-workers I haven't told my boss surprisingly she let me go in and out of work at different schedules so as to try to avoid the driver this seems to work the first week and I thought it was over silly me it wasn't one morning I was going to the bakery to buy some bread for lunch and there was the SUV they started to slowly follow me I was very anxious I still shake thinking about it the only thing I was thinking was that I needed to run but didn't want to alert them for context my street was very long and as there were only buildings on one side of the sidewalk there was only a tall wall no houses no people passing my goal was to arrive to the little shopping center where the bakery was but when I saw they were still following me I knew that that wasn't a good option they could get me on my way out for the first time it got confrontational they rolled down one window and started screaming things at me I can't even remember what I was too scared to pay attention so I decided to go to my friend's office which was on the second story of the shopping center I quickly ran up the stairs and went into her office I told her how they were following me and this time I had an even worse feeling about it she got scared too and told me to go hide in the bathroom and lock the door a few minutes later guess what surprise a semi fat balding man in his 40s walks in and casually asks her about me he said he was driving down the street when he saw his cousin enter her office since it was awhile since he last seen me he wanted to say hi but I didn't hear him calling so he parked his car and went up to greet me he insisted he saw me walking into the office but my friend insisted with her poker face that no one had entered her workplace since a few hours ago he asked if she was sure as he kept telling her the same story over and over and she insisting there was no one and she was alone she asked him to leave all the while I was listening to this exchange from the bathroom when I finally left she closed her office and told me it was safe to go out I cried I was petrified with fear and terror so was she we immediately called the police this time they took me more seriously and as I had the license plate number they agreed to patrol the neighborhood on a regular basis my friend called her boyfriend who was a taxi driver from the company downstairs and he took me home because my legs were shaking and I could not move from that day on I always had someone driving me in or out of work and school or I took taxis I think the police presence in the area spooked him or maybe the police found him and how to talk with him I never knew never want to know either I shiver only thinking about what his intentions were with me and the fear comes back again my parents still live in the area as does my friend but I eventually moved out of the city and I never saw that man or the SUV again I love my mom I love sharing stories with my mom I love visiting her and reminiscing about the past but yesterday we were talking about stories that have happened to us and we ended up bringing one that I forgot about this one I'm about to tell you is something that we still wonder about in the summer of 95 I was 11 sleeping late home alone around 10 to 11 a.m. all my parents were at work I got woken up by the doorbell so instinctively I hurried up down the corridor but before I rushed to open the door as I normally would I remembered that many times my mom scolded me for opening the door without asking first who was it or looking through the spy hole to make sure it was safe to open especially after some previous creepy experiences have already taken place at this point I asked who was it but all I heard was some unintelligible mumble so I brought a chair and stepped on to it to look through the people we lived in an apartment building and on the right of our door was the elevator and then the staircase since the staircase windows were on the far left corner there was not enough natural light to help me see who it was I just saw a man with some colorful t-shirts standing outside I repeated the question and then strained to hear the answer he said he was looking for my mother's maiden surname and I said she was at work to give you some context both of my parents are doctors and I don't know if that sounds weird for the US or the rest of the Western world but in Eastern Europe in the 90s it wasn't uncommon for grateful patients to sometimes stop by wanting to give thanks by bringing fresh fruit or vegetables even produce from their gardens especially those with my parents have helped but they couldn't pay so the man said he was bringing something for my mom except even in the murky light I could see that his hands were empty I asked where is it and he said he left the package at the stairs at this point I'm starting to get this uneasy feeling that something's not right so I decided to be cautious and lie to him that I don't have keys I said my parents are at work and they have told me not to open the door to strangers so when they come back they can help him he started to get agitated and said he can't wait this long and then says that he is actually bringing meat so it would get spoiled in the heat if it is left outside I start to hesitate because I'm thinking what if he's telling the truth well I get in trouble for letting the meat spoil but then I looked through the spy hole again and see his hair which means he has his ear pressed at the door listening in that spooked me and I said sorry I can't help you please go away and come back later when I'm not alone he once again says that he doesn't have time to go back and forth so he offers to leave and says he will leave the package at the stairs so when he's gone I will not be afraid to open the door in her tree fit myself I keep quiet and intently observe him as he goes down the stairs and makes noise of climbing down and then I freeze because in the silence that ensued I was just about to really open the door and checked when I saw a part of his shirtsleeve behind the corner of the stairs he was hiding there probably hoping I would open the door thinking he was gone when in fact he was preparing to what pounced on me break into the apartment I got so scared I froze it just kept on watching standing on the chair behind the door and finally after what seemed like hours what was probably maybe ten minutes I heard him actually descended down the stairs I didn't open the door I called my mom's hospital but she couldn't be put through so I waited for them to come back home in the afternoon they both got worried but proud this time that I finally did the right thing a few hours later all the kids from the building and I are at the little square playground bench area in front of it it was buzzing with kids running around and grandparents and such so it was completely safe my best friend Nina and I were sitting on one of the benches when suddenly a strange man approaches us and stands next to the bench he asks are you and then he says my name and I hesitantly confirm although my heart starts to beat faster as I recognized the voice it's the same man from the morning this time I'm not alone so I instinctively press myself closer to Nina when he says well I'm bringing something for your dad but it's in the car and I have it parked there on the street come with me to help me bring it in encouraged by my friend's presence and all the people around I say to him that actually my dad is home so if he waits there I would go get him and he could help him bring whatever he has from the car as I am little and I cannot carry heavy things the moment I said it the guy got very quiet and then quickly started walking away not running just very quickly walking my friend who already knew what happened this morning and I ran to my apartment I told my dad here in his shorts to chase after the guy but of course there was no trace left of him my dad started asking away then has once again something typical for Eastern European countries the grandmas sitting on the balconies and benches looking at everyone and everything that's going on like a life security system nobody has noticed anything except one Grandma an old lady living at the first floor who says that a guy approached her earlier while she was sitting on her balcony and started asking her about our family then tried to ask her for money to pay for the meat he was bringing as he told her that my parents have purchased it from him she told him that she has no money but stupidly gave him a lot of information like my name we never heard anything about that guy thank God for those questions still puzzle me what did he want why did he first say my mom's name but then said he was bringing something for my dad was he actually focused on me would he have abducted me whatever the answer is I don't ever want to know in this story I was 15 years old living in small town in England our house had a long drive on the front walled on either side there were large bay windows at the front and the door was tucked away to the right facing the boundary wall invisible from the street in front of the door for reasons beyond my understanding was a little square patch of loose decorative stones which crunched audibly whenever somebody walked across them stepping through the front door would land you in an empty room serving a sort of an entryway with the bay windows on your left a step up to another room on your right and the staircase ahead and to the right the room to the right was separated from the entryway by long curtains which on this particular occasion I had left drawn this room house the family PC so naturally I spent many sleepless nights there the PC was on a desk immediately to the right as you stepped into the room beside it was a small window through which the front door and the drive was visible I kept the curtains on that window closed it was around 2:00 a.m. I had just finished doing what the majority of frustrated teenagers would do give an Internet access and privacy and moved on to whatever browser game I was playing that week the lights were out and my family were all upstairs I leaned back absent mindedly and in the peripheral vision I could see the darkened bay windows I almost choked there was a hooded man standing right up against the glass not moving not talking just standing there I fought every urge to double take and pretended that I hadn't seen him staring blankly at the screen well I tried to figure out what to do I didn't know how long he had been watching me I leaned back to try and catch him in my peripheral again still there I couldn't see any of his features under the hood it wasn't as if he had just passed the house on the street and I caught him as he happened to glance into my house this guy had to have opened the gate and creeped down the driveway to arrive at my window then he moved I was still in a dreamlike state rooted to my seat I knew the door was locked and that my one-man audience would at least be slowed by the double glazed windows should he try to get in my mind raced through the options available to me my phone was upstairs and getting to the staircase meant walking past the windows in the other direction was the rest of the house including the kitchen I could arm myself with some sort of knife but even if I had one I wasn't sure I could use it if the guy managed to gain entrance there was an unmistakable crunch as the guy stepped down onto one of the loose stones in front of the door if the curtains had been open we'd have been facing face to face through the glass that was when he started muttering I told myself that he was talking on the phone and it wasn't until sharing the story years later that I realized I never saw a phone nor could I make out a single word of what he was saying for all I know he was talking to himself or and I really hate this idea talking to me he was inches away blocked by only one pane of glass and a curtain speaking in a low hushed tone I couldn't stand it for a moment longer I lifted myself from the chair with the air of a person surrounded by landmines trying desperately to be silent all I could hear was the muttering and the sound of blood rushing into my ears I inched towards the kitchen and retrieved the biggest knife I could find then I crept back to the desk standing behind the wall that led to the entryway I listened intently trying to figure out what he was saying it was just loud enough to be audible but it was muffled by the building I hadn't heard any further crunching so I knew he was still in the same spot by the door I took a breath ready to myself as best as I could and broke into a sprint for the staircase I didn't stop until I reached my mom's room I woke her up and explained what was going on then I made my way back to my room mom in tow knife in hand my room was at the front of the house above the bay windows this is the detail which kept me awake for weeks afterward there was a low roof below my window which could easily be scaled I had done it myself a few times than the years I spent there and I was a kid my bedroom window was very slightly ajar if he had decided to he could have simply climbed up and into my room she peered outside and he was gone we went back downstairs to check both entrances he had vanished completely I didn't sleep that night and I kept the light on until sunrise we got in touch with the police but nothing came out of it at the time my mom was running the pub around the corner from us so she checked the CCTV she found the guy on tape leaving the pub in the direction of our house the time stamp put it at an hour or so before I saw him to this day I'm still unsettled by the sight of a darkened window worried that I will look around again and he will be there muttering just loud enough to be heard watching even with me telling this story I'm not sure I've managed to capture how actually terrifying this was at the time I had an extremely creepy experience a few years ago and it is still the most intimidated I've ever felt in broad daylight in a public place I had a few hours to kill before I got caught up with my boyfriend who was working and decided to head into the city centre to do some shopping and browsing as a head up to the doors of a larger shopping centre I immediately met eyes with a man in a dark jacket and jeans lurking outside the shops he seemed really intense and I to me up and down but I didn't think anything of it I broke eye contact with him and headed straight for the doors as you enter the shopping centre there is an elevator to the left and a series of escalators to the right as I have nowhere in particular to be ahead for the escalators the escalators tend to be quite busy but I felt slightly uneasy about how close the person behind me was so I moved my bag from the side to the front of me to fill a bit of security the first floor doesn't have many shops that interest me so I walk around to the next escalator I start to become very aware of my surroundings and can feel someone following a little too closely behind me as I reached the second and third floor someone is still following closely behind I can tell it's a man and I feel he is towering over me I start to feel really anxious as he keeps taking the same corners and continuing up the escalators right behind me I can feel his breath on my hair I decide to continue up to the top floor as there is a big open space with a food court and toilets hoping he'll stop following I continued up the next series of escalators and the creep follows closely behind me the whole way the most unsettling thing about it was that he didn't say anything he just did very silently behind me as if he just wanted to intimidate me I really thought that if this kind of stuff ever happened to me I would turn around and ask for the time just so that I could get a good look at him and hopefully defuse the situation but I just felt so much dread in that moment and couldn't talk myself to turn it around as I reached the top floor I almost sigh with relief as there are loads of people about and I can head straight for the lady's toilet without fear of him following me almost running at this point and make a beeline for the bathroom and phone my friend for some advice my boyfriend was working I didn't want him to worry whilst he still had a few hours of his shift my friend reminded me that our other friend was working and happened to work in a woman's shoe store a few floors down I waited for a good twenty thirty minutes inside the toilets hyping myself up to go back out I really hoped that he had given up and that would be the end of it I walked out hesitantly and scanned at the food court hoping the coast would be clear and I could get to the escalators to make my way downstairs this next part really gave me chills and sticks with me as soon as I head towards the escalators up jumps this weird guy sitting in the food court this was directly across from the escalators that would take me back downstairs I finally get a good look at him and realized it was the guy I had seen lurking at the front door I noticed an obvious logo on the arm of his jacket and recognized it as stone Island branded and made a mental note of his appearance as I got closer to the escalator he literally ran towards me like he was chasing after me my heart sank as I realized this was very real and scary and he had waited on me thankfully he wasn't quite quick enough and another shopper managed to get behind me before he reached me I was then able to make my way down the escalators as fast as I could get in a bit of space between us my anxiety is terrible at this point and I feel myself starting to shake and feel sick I head straight for my friend's work and look back to see the stalker following me along the floor I walk into the shop and my friend heads out from the back and sees how distressed I am and she asks what's wrong I sit down and her workmates crowd around me and I tell them what's happening and described the guy with the stone island jacket just as I look up I see the creep over the other side of the floor looking straight into the shop and I nudged that's him my friend's manager charged out and chases him she was under five foot but had a lot of guts she calls for security yard and I see her pointing and shouting at him creepy stalker got such a fright at the confrontation and made a run for it down the nearest escalator I still feel uneasy about the whole thing and wonder how long he had been waiting outside to find someone to follow and how many times he had done it before and since I really don't know what his aim was and why he chose me but I'll never forget that Stone Island jacket about 12 years ago I used to live in a dome house it's one of the only two in our town and the other is a church so it's very unique not just in the architecture but also in the story of its history behind the house I lived in was yet another bigger dome when we lived in the apartment contained within we meaning my best friend who was also female like myself and then her husband my friend's husband informed me that when they were building the domes a construction worker fell from the ceiling of the dome which was around three stories up to the concrete floor below he obviously didn't survive fast forward 20 or so years and we were living in the apartment just below the area where said workmen fell the feeling of that apartment was always as though someone was watching it at all times nothing strange happened until we moved into the main house after the larger dome was demolished because of black mold we moved in and the feeling of being watched continued but eventually we got used to the feeling except when it was so strong that it was unavoidable now there were many many incidents of unexplainable things happening like my friend getting out of the bath upstairs and feeling like a child wrapped his arms around her neck like my friend getting out of the bath upstairs and filling a child wrap his arms around her naked waist insane mama or having my tarik cards just materialized for my bedroom upstairs to in front of the back door downstairs or seeing a cowboy guy standing in the hallway that just disappeared also every night just before falling asleep in one particular room I would hear the loud bangs on the wall above my bed that would wake me right up the most disturbing happening it was one night I had gone to sleep in my bed upstairs now our stairs were spiral that went up to a landing and all around the landing were bedroom doors a door to the Afra mentioned bathroom and the balcony this particular night my best friend went to sleep on the couch beneath the balcony her husband had been activated in the army and it was in Texas before deployment I was passed out and I said in my bed maybe a little after midnight I wake up to her screaming my name I left out of the bed still in fog of sleepiness I stopped at the balcony to see what had happened were you just throwing coins at me she yells accusingly up at me what I said no I was passed out that's not funny Sam just tell me it was you her voice quivered with fear no I told you I was asleep I said this made her choked up I went downstairs immediately she told me that she was trying to sleep on the couch suddenly we heard something metallic hit the wood floor next to the couch she was laying on a minute or so later another bounced off of the couch and fell onto the wood floor then a coin landed on her she jumped up and started screaming my name the proof was on the floor I saw it with my own eyes several pennies peppered the living room floor after that we went to bed downstairs in her bedroom after I moved out months later I never forgot that house many little things happened in the house but nothing compared to that experience it never happened again and I'm glad that it didn't I'm 27 years old male live in the UK with my fiancee and currently working as a teaching assistant for teenagers with special educational needs in a school not far from Bradgate Park I have worked in a number of schools and children's homes now and these buildings especially the children's homes are usually old renovated houses or halls this particular story happened in 2013 when I had just started working as a support worker at a care home for teens and young adults 18 to 30 years old with autism brain damage and challenging behavior the house that I worked in was pretty big there were two living rooms a large kitchen a game room a study into five bedrooms there was also a huge garden with a summer house and activity room that led on two acres of fields and woodland I had been working there for about three weeks and primarily worked the waking night shift this shift ran from 10:00 p.m. until 8:00 a.m. and it was my duty to make sure all of the residents were settled for the night and to get the cleaning done before the day staff came in to take over I will usually get all of my jobs done for around 1 a.m. and spend the rest of the night listening out for anyone that woke up I would watch TV read my university course books or sometimes just play games on my phone once I was finished the residents usually slept all night on one particular night a young man named James was particularly Restless he was not very big but he did have a lot of strength behind him when he got into one of his bad moods and the slightest thing could set him off he wants through a member of staff through a patio door because she had forgotten to put cold water and his tea before he drank it he could not form full sentences I would communicate with fairly simple words put together in a way that he understood for example he would say something like James make breakfast when he was ready to make breakfast or James go outside if he wanted to go outside and play he was generally well-behaved and can be quite funny when he wanted to be but was well known for his temper at around 11 p.m. James got up and came downstairs to make a drink I stood in the doorway and watched to make sure he didn't break anything or hurt himself and he went back upstairs without any real bother I sat on top of the step and kept an eye on his door for maybe 15 minutes or so to make sure he didn't wake any of the other residents once he had settled in I went back to my cleaning the room beneath James's bedroom was a communal living room with board games a TV sofas books stuff like that I was in there dusting and mopping the floor when I heard something heavy drop onto the floor in the room above I knew James is prone to temper tantrums if he got frustrated so I went upstairs and knocked on his door as I reached for the key to open it myself he opened the door and looked at me he seemed perfectly calm his eyes looked almost half shut like he had been asleep I asked if he was okay and he said yes and put his thumbs up this was something he did when he was in a good mood and not stressed out so I left him to it and told him to be careful thinking that he had knocked something over an hour or so passed by now I was in the kitchen cleaning the sink I heard another bang above me again like something had been dropped this time I realized that the room above the kitchen was currently empty the house was set up to house five residents but there were only currently four in the room above me was the spanner empty room I immediately went to check it out but the room was empty I stood there for a while and as far as I could tell everyone was asleep due to the nation of their conditions and behaviors each resident has an alarm fitted to their door that is activated at night so if anyone leaves their room a small receiver box that the night staff carry around makes a noise and a light blinks for a few seconds to indicate which door had been opened numbered one through five the alarm had not gone off so I knew that the noise was not from any of the residents I got back to my cleaning and didn't hear anything else for the rest of the night the following night I got to work just before 10:00 and as I entered the hallway I could tell that something was wrong James was at the bottom of the stairs covering his ears and humming loudly and three members of staff were with him after a few minutes he was escorted to the sitting room and the house manager gave me a rundown of what had been going on for the last four hours James had been quite agitated and kept repeating the phrase Sara little girl when asked what was wrong this was something we had never experienced with him before and the general conclusion was that he had seen something on TV or in a movie that's stuck in his head and made him repeat this phrase once James had settled into bed the night staff left and the other member of staff that was sleeping in went up to the staff bedroom I got on with my tasks and as usual finished around 1 a.m. soon after this I went upstairs to do a quick check on all of the residents but as I got on to the first floor landing I noticed the light had been turned off there were two small corridors leading to the bedrooms on the left and right hand sides of the staircase James's room was on the left and the light switch was just outside his room I turned the corner to flip the switch and there in the darkness in complete silence was James he was stood in the corner completely naked with his eyes as wide as he could possibly hold them I'm a big guy 6 foot 3 and weigh about 220 but at that moment I was really creeped out I spoke call me to James and asked what was going on and for a while he said nothing at all then as I turned the light back on he allowed out an ear piercing scream and started slopping himself around the face the sleep end staff woke up at this point and helped me to calm the situation and get James back into bed before reassuring the other residents that everything was fine after that night I had four days off my shift pattern was seven days on two days off followed by eight days on and four days off and I was relieved that this incident had happened just as my time off began I got back to work the following week and was told that the situation with James talking about the little girl had gotten a lot worse he would spend hours staring out of the window that overlooked the garden saying little girl where are you little girl and no one knew where he had hurt the phrase that night around 3:00 a.m. the alarm went off to say that the door to room five the spare room had been opened now this instantly seemed a little bit weird to me as because it was being used for storage at the time I went out to investigate and found James stood in the room in the dark he didn't seem to notice me enter and was just standing there whispering where are you over and over again I gently touched his shoulder and said something like come on me let's go back to bed it's late James turned around and started heading back to his room and for a second I was relieved but then as I locked the door to the spare room he screamed out oh no and started pummeling the door with both fists as he did this the alarm went off to indicate that the front door had been opened the only people with the key to the front door will myself and the house manager the door has four locks on it two that require a key in to that require electronic ID cards it was now 3:25 a.m. and the manager never came in before 8:00 so I presumed that there must have been some kind of mistake and continued to diffuse a situation with James he finally calmed down and went back into his room so I went downstairs to check the front door to my surprise it was wide open I shut it immediately and started checking every room in the house in case someone had got in I've been checked on each side of the residence to make sure they were still in the house everything was fine the next night everything was calm until around 2:00 a.m. when one of the other residents Connor got up and said that someone was tapping on his window I guess that he must have just been dreaming that his window was on the third floor and the house was at least 25 feet from the ground I went back up to his room with him to reassure him and checked his window sure enough it was shut and the security lock that had prevented it from opening wide enough for someone to fit through was still sealed as he got back in bed I heard footsteps on the stairs outside of his room he froze for a second and looked at me with an expression of pure panic on his face I opened the door to see who it was but no one was there he was clearly scared by this and said is he back my blood ran cold and I asked is who back what do you mean Conner looked over my shoulder and then sank down into his bed pulling the duvet up to his mouth I turned around to see what he was looking at but there was still no one there tell him to go away Connor said in a hushed scared voice I tried to reassure him that there was no one there and left his bedside lamp on before leaving the room I went downstairs and sat outside on the patio with a cup of coffee it was the middle of January and around negative to outside but I felt like I had to get out of the house for a while after about 40 minutes I went back inside and washed my cup in the sink dried it and put it back in the cupboard beneath the cover it was a locked secure drawer where all of the sharp knives are kept until needed the drawer was opened slightly this was obviously a major issue as none of the residents were allowed to access the knife drawer without supervision I counted the knives and realized that there was one missing so I woke with the sleep and staff told her the situation and we began a search nearly two hours later we still hadn't found this missing knife so decided to just keep our guard up and make sure none of the residents were hiding it two hours later at 5:30 a.m. the alarm sounded it was the door to the spare room again I went up to check it out and found that the door was locked how could the alarm have been activated by the door opening if the door was still locked I went inside and turned the light on to this day I still have no explanation for what I found and I often think about this incident the bed had been pushed from its usual place and was against the wall and the Wardrobe doors were open there were screws and nails all over the floor but nothing was broken but the most disturbing part in the middle of the room there was a children's doll a gold bracelet and a missing knife from the kitchen the doll was an old style baby doll my guess was that it was made in the 50s from the style of clothes and the overall look of the doll the bracelet was simple but old looking I left everything as it was and reported it to the manager as soon as she arrived no one ever claimed that the bracelet belong to them and it was taken to a charity shop soon after along with the doll after the doll and the bracelet were removed from the house James seemed to calm down and never mentioned a little girl or stood around in the dark again I still don't have an explanation for everything that happened and sometimes think that it was just a combination of strange behavior from a young autistic boy and the fact that the house was old but on the other hand a lot of stuff happened that I can't explain logically my only regret now is that the doll and the bracelet are gone and can't be examined or identified maybe it was paranormal who knows but now I work day shifts and do not plan on working night shifts again any time soon this story happened about seven years ago when I was 19 years old I was attending college in southern Utah which was located about two-and-a-half hours away from Las Vegas because we were so close my friends and I frequently visited the city on weekends we were fairly familiar with it by the time we hit sophomore year and had spent many days and nights there mostly it was just a group of girls who went and we had never had any trouble on this night it was a Thursday on Christmas break my friend and we'll call him B was due to fly to Virginia on a red-eye flight from Vegas I agreed to drive him to the airport so that he wouldn't need to pay for parking and two of our other friends and and EH agreed to come with us so I wouldn't have to drive back alone in total there were two boys and two girls all 19 and the boys over 6-feet we left around midnight all of us wearing pajamas and hoodies and looking all around like the very young poor students we were the first part of the night was great B's flight wasn't until about 4:00 a.m. so we had time to kill we roamed the strip wished we could buy alcohol and Gamble and appreciated how much warmer Vegas was compared to Utah B and I had been to Vegas only a few weeks before and had seen Fremont Street the original Vegas Strip for the first time and and I had never seen it before so we decided to take them a few weeks before there had been a live concert on the street people ziplining from the ceiling people dancing tonight there was pretty much just us Fremont Street is well lit and lined with a lot of gentlemen's clubs in the middle of the street there was a huge Christmas tree as we approached the tree I noticed a man white male maybe mid 30s to 40s long dirty hair trust darkly he had been standing with a group of men maybe about ten of them all hanging back quietly in the shadow between two clubs they seemed to be minding their own business but this guy was strange we locked eyes and he walked straight towards me he never once looked away when he got close he turned sharply and went back the way he just came from and he did not look happy and and a didn't even seem to notice he made me uneasy and when I turned to see where he had gone he was standing maybe thirty feet behind standing behind an advertisement he was on the phone and staring directly at me again he hung up and walked away further down the street where he had wandered in he didn't look back while I was watching him be he had also noticed this strange man's behavior he had turned to look at the group of men one of who was also on the phone as soon as the staring man hung up so did the group he the man in the group stood suddenly and beckoned to another group of about ten men waiting opposite the Christmas tree we had never even noticed them there that's when B announced that we needed to go both groups were walking towards the four of us quickly and it took a few terrifying seconds to get N and a to respond we quickly walked back down the street trying to be calm as possible and at this point both groups had merged and were following us I don't know if you've ever been followed by a literal wall of men but I zero out of ten would recommend it we decided to turn a corner into the side street and as soon as we did we broke into a run it might not be related and probably isn't but to add to the terror as we tried to cross the street a very sketchy looking taxi driver slammed his brakes into the crosswalk on a green light he just stared at us and we finally broke into a run around his car he didn't even move we made it safely to our car and drove as quickly as we could away from Fremont discreet a strangest thing of all though is I'm not sure what they wanted we weren't addressed like we had money Plus none of us had money there was an older guy with his wallet literally standing outside of a club near them and to working women not far from them either they all seemed like easy targets the only thing I can think of is maybe human trafficking since I was getting a lot of the attention when I was in fifth grade someone knocked on the door back then my neighborhood was considered to be pretty safe we never locked our doors because we never really had much reason to so I went to the door and opened it but nobody was there I honestly didn't think much of it probably one of my brother's friends or something so I turned on the porch light and went outside once again for as far as I could see there was no one there I went back inside and sat in the living room to watch house until my mom got home a half hour goes by and I'm still sitting on the couch which looks onto my kitchen the kitchen window and partly out of the backyard though at this time it was around 8 p.m. so it was fairly dark with my head facing the left side of the room watching my show I saw something dark flash by the window it was quick and it was only out of the corner of my eye but there was something that flashed by the window a few minutes go by and I'm texted by my best friend Sam I told her I thought someone might be trying to prank me or something when I started to just feel really uneasy like someone was watching me I looked up and I shit you not there was the outline of a person all in black in the window I just sat there paralyzed staring at him and he lightly knocks on the window and does one of those closed fingered ways that you do to children before he disappears in my head I was like no there's no way that that could have happened and even if it did I wasn't sure if it was just one of my brother's friends pranking me a regardless I wasn't going to stay in their living room just to let them mess with me some more I booked it up to my room and locked the door my mother came home about 20 minutes later with my brother Harrison and I asked her if she saw anyone out there and my brother if he had intentionally had someone mess with me but they told me no Harrison really wasn't the kind of person to do orchestrate something like that but I figured that it being so close to Halloween anything was possible I tried to put it out of my head and that was that for now some insight in what happened in between these two events I'm fairly certain it wasn't my brother's friend to this day I honestly don't know who that was what I do know is that they were standing there with black shoes black pants a black hoodie pulled up over their head and for good measure a black mask covering their face each time this would happen I would run and tell my mum but by the time she got there they were always gone I started getting phone calls from an unknown number and whenever I'd pick up it would just be occasional breathing no one would ever say anything it only happened a few times less than 20 but what happened at random times throughout the day and night and mainly when it was light out for a long time I thought the only one who ever physically saw any of this happening was me because it always happened when I was alone oh really late at night until one day my mum my neighbour and I were on the porch talking when I asked him if he ever saw anyone lingering around our backyard my mum quickly said Mila because I guess she didn't want me to sound crazy in front of the neighbor since I kept saying all of this was happening but she never saw the guy I mean she picked up silent phone calls but for some reason she never believed me about the guy in the backyard but to my surprise he told me that he had he ended up telling me and my mother that he was sitting on the back porch next to ours with his girlfriend when a man in all black and a black mask came out from behind a tree he started walking and then running towards them and when my neighbor who had a license to carry poured his firearm out and told the guy to stop running the man didn't stop and Matt the neighbour shot the ground and the guy finally did stopped he turned around and started running in the opposite direction tripping over a branch and then getting up again and disappearing I thought so relieved thinking that it had to be the guy and that surely now he'd never come back but of course that's not how it happened now before I get back to it you need to know my mom didn't leave the house very frequently nor leave me alone very much I was left alone with my brother who was seven years older than me already family members but there are a few times if my mom had work went shopping or went out that I would elect to stay home rather than tag along we'll go somewhere else so on this night I was home once more I was in the living room and because things had sort of died down a bit with the man in the backyard I felt comfortable enough to sit in my living room and watch some TV again this time I can't remember what I was watching but just like the first time something black flashed by the window I really didn't want it to be happening again and I didn't immediately want to call my mum and rowing her night if it turned out to being that not big of a deal so I just stared intently at the window just waiting for him to pop up as he did last time cheering what felt like an eternity and was probably only five minutes I had muted the TV and there was an eerie silence like in those action movies where they're all like it's quiet too quiet at that moment I could probably hear a pin drop but instead I began to hear my back door rattle slightly my heart dropped and started racing it felt like it was going to leap and bang out of my chest they were trying to break down the door from where I was whoever was at the back door could not see me as I heard my door being broken into my fight-or-flight response must have kicked in I grabbed my phone unlocked my front door and hauled ass across the street I started bawling my eyes out and ran down random side streets and alleyways to get as far away from my house as possible I ended up sitting underneath a lamp pretty much on the other side of town I called my mom and her boyfriend Kyle but they could barely understand me as I was blabbering so much when I was finally able to calm down I explained to them what happened and where I was and they immediately came to pick me up in the car I felt so much safer kyle was a big guy he did construction and worked on houses he had muscle and was a scary dude if he didn't know him when we got home Kyle went in first he told us to stay in the car and from inside the house he yelled out the back door was wide open he went from room to room floor to floor searched our backyard shared everything but whoever it was was gone my mom later tried to come for me and say that maybe it was our cat but we both know it wasn't the cat our back door is pretty hard to go into and that guy had left him wide open I saw the guy in our yard a few times after that always standing there in one spot and I started sleeping with a knife secretly tucked away by my bed but eventually he stopped coming around it took a while but he did and nothing like that ever happened again it's also very important to add that nothing had been stolen from my house that night and that there were no drawers open and the door to my basement is right across from the back door it's often kept open and it had some pretty expensive equipment down there but it wasn't even touched so because nothing from my house was taken we didn't call the cops because like I said for a long time my mom didn't believe me and once she did we had no evidence and eventually it all stopped anyway to this day I have no idea what that man wanted or why he tried to break into my house but my mind continues to come up with ideas I was only around 10 or 11 at the time when it started and I was around 12 or 13 when he tried to break in both times I was home alone it doesn't take a genius to establish what one of his main motives could have been I'm almost 20 now and although I didn't really like to think about this anymore I always find myself watching the window in the back door of my house sometimes I still get an eerie feeling when I'm home alone but I can probably thank the YouTube stories for that I'm sure he's been gone a long time now although I don't think I'll ever be able to go into the backyard alone again my youngest child recently came back from a camping trip with his school while he was telling me about what a great time he had I couldn't help but remember my weird experience wild camping in the woods in the year 2000 I was living in my native country of England I had just turned 23 and had just gone through a difficult breakup losing my home and my girlfriend needless to say I was pretty depressed moping around my parents house for a few months whilst working in dead-end jobs one of my older colleagues would always ask me what I had done the previous weekend which was usually nothing noteworthy he told me that he had gone wild camping from Friday through Sunday in a forest north of my town the way he told the story of camping under the stars building a fire and getting away from it all seemed to be something I needed to do I had always loved camping as a young child and a teenager but I had always been accompanied by friends or family the prospect of camping alone filled me with intrigue and excitement for the first time in months I asked him to specify the kind of equipment I would need and set off to the camping / outdoor store after work my week was filled with planning and where I would go I bought Ordnance Survey maps which allowed me to identify interesting places that my colleague had mentioned and the easiest way to get there by public transport as I didn't have a car on the Friday I brought the minimal amount of camping equipment with me to work and left a few hours early I picked up my stuff and headed to the bus stop to take the bus which would leave me at the closest possible location to where I intended to camp I can remember quite vividly the feeling of calm as the bus trundled along a small country lane the golden lights of the evening streamed in through the windows feeling the warmth on my face I felt happy excited and alive the depression that I had been feeling had dissipated and my stop I hopped off the bus pulling up my map and compass and made my way towards my intended destination the walk took me approximately one and a half hours to find the area well I had thought about camping it looked a bit too open for my liking so I continued onwards for another 10 to 15 minutes until I found a place that was more enclosed the late afternoon and evening were uneventful I pitched the tent cooked some food that I had brought along with me on a little gas stove and I laid on the grass and enjoyed the peace and quiet I remember feeling sleepy at around 10 p.m. so I climbed into bed and read by torchlight around 4 hours later at 2:00 a.m. I was awoken from a deep sleep by a noise in the distance directly behind my head I felt disoriented unaware of where I was or what the noise was I remember thinking why is he crying again half asleep thinking it was my little brother who I would go to when he cried late at night then suddenly I belt myself out right a shock of remembering where I was and that I wasn't with my brother with the adrenaline pumping I could even hear my own pulse I strained myself to make out the noise in the distance it was on and off changing in duration intensity and volume I told myself that it must be an animal and this reduced the anxiety somewhat I laid back down and check the time on my watch 2:15 a.m. try as I might to fall back asleep I must have been laying there for 15 minutes when out of nowhere the noise started again closer louder weirder I felt the hairs on the back of my neck stand up this time it sounded like crying and also like they were hyperventilating it continued for a few minutes and then stopped I started to wonder perhaps a walker got lost in the woods and became distraught I began to hear a sort of banging sound like someone hitting a tree with a blunt metal object just once at first and then it became continuous and intense as though someone wanted to knock down a tree with a metal bat the noise suddenly came to a stop and so does my breath I hold my breath my heart beating furiously I suddenly feel really exposed the flimsy tent giving no feeling of security as I am starting to calm myself down a blood-curdling scream echoes through the woods and in the clearing I sit bolt upright my instinct tells me to rip open the tent and just run in the opposite direction of where the sound originates however I stop myself from acting rashly The Scream was definitely of a man reflecting on the sound the only way I can describe it is that it was full of rage disgust agony and hopelessness like someone in the pit of despair then there is total silence and I can hear someone murmuring like babbling coming again from my east again another screen and then the man shouts why why Greg why this is then accompanied by the intense crying again along with what sounds like nonsensical babbling however I can make out a few words which from memory were fire soil and sky I can hear this so clearly now this meant a few things I knew that they were moving towards a deeper part of the forest but also that they very well may come across my tent I hear them crying again screaming all kinds of profanities everything aimed at Greg I heard the babbling get louder at first I thought they were just speaking louder but then I heard the breaking of twigs beneath their feet it sounded like the person was stumbling sometimes falling to their knees and hitting the ground with something and getting back up at this point I crouched in the tent my sense is strange to hear and to sense where they are then it stomped I didn't hear any more footsteps babbling screaming or anything like that it was like the man just evaporated I remember checking my watch it was 3:00 a.m. after a few minutes I unzipped the tent in the most noiseless way possible and slipped out they crouched on the grass besides the tent silently surveying the area where the noise had come from was still dark the moon gave sunshine on to the area and I saw absolutely nothing there were no noises at all I think I was crouched there for about 10 minutes just staring having seen nothing they climbed back into my tent and laid there trying to process the whole thing the weird thing was that after some time I remember thinking that it was over in fact I felt very peaceful I must have fallen asleep at some point after this whole ordeal as I knew the Sun was up and streaming through the tent I got up hurriedly showing my stuff in my backpack and getting ready to go home I started to make my way back to the bus stop I looked around for any signs of someone having been there that night in my peripheral vision I noticed what looked to be a black bag on top of a bush of ferns despite my experience my curiosity got the better of me and I went to check it was not a bag but an old leather bomber jacket it was in really bad condition but I'm sure he had not been there as I walked through there the other day I didn't want to touch it but I wanted to see if there was anything inside so I picked up a stick and flipped it over I was shocked to see what looked like a big mallet which is normally rubber or wood this one was made of metal after seeing that I just wanted to go I'm more or less ran through the woods and back to the bus stop after reaching my town I went to the police and informed them as there was no real crime they gave me a funny glance and a reference number it's been so many years since this but I can remember it all so vividly the fear the anticipation and the terror that plagued me with every step this guy took towards me I cannot imagine why anyone would be walking through the forest that was quite remote at 2:00 or 3:00 a.m. the whole thing was so weird that when I told my friends they just laughed I don't live in the UK anymore but to the guy with a metal mallet walking through the woods in the middle of the night please let's never meet again since I am at home now because of my fibroid disability I've got a lot of time to tell my tale back in 2007 I started a tech job with an IP slash phone / VoIP / DT 1 / long-distance company the company is no longer around and honestly I don't know how they stayed in business as long as they did it was really a pyramid scam but thankfully I was on the IT side of things so I didn't have to sell anything it was a small typical tech support call center the customers would call in all the Rison / quest etc would call and say D t1 lines were down or outages I was the only female on my team having to prove myself and show that I could do just the same as my male counterparts could it didn't take long and the customers respected me for being able to handle things after making my mark I decided to take the 10 hour night shifts I worked Wednesday to Saturday from 1 p.m. to 12 a.m. and an hour lunch after 6 p.m. I was completely alone in the whole building the rush to get out of the office by 6 p.m. was insane and I couldn't blame them and I decided that having three days off was better than two like I said I was by myself for most of the night I would had to keep an eye on emails and make sure that I answered calls it was a very slow shift I will get a lot of time to play video games read do schoolwork or just write but sometimes I would just wander the building will call around just to get away from my desk for a while I would have the VoIP phone system connected to my cell phone so I wouldn't miss any calls this allowed me to get soda go get food and so on one time whilst I was up away from my desk I was going down to the lunchroom to grab a soda the vending machine was on the basement floor and the basement had a wall of windows and one set of security doors same for the main entrance only there was one camera facing that door nothing else to make you feel very safe I didn't like going to the basement much because the back of the building faced an acre of dark woods there was a walking path to the woods but for some reason they didn't install lights for the walking path never really sure why that was but it really didn't help the creep factor sometimes I would see animals run past but other times I would feel like someone was watching me I always tried my best to make it fast when getting a soda or snack but sometimes I didn't feel fast enough so one night I was making my way down to the basement of the building to get a soda it was a slow dragging night and I needed a little caffeine for a pickup I counted my money as I walked to make sure I had enough to get in and out quickly but out of the corner of my eye I saw something dart from the glass door back into the darkness I stopped dead in my tracks and tried to scan the forest but like I said it was just blackness I felt a bit of unease and everything told me to turn on my heels and go back to my desk it was 9:00 p.m. and I had a fair bit of time left on my shift before I could blow this popsicle stand I'd tried shaking the feeling off and briskly walked over to the soda machine to make my selection the SONA dropped down and as I bent down to get it I heard a loud ping noise It was as if someone had hit the glass with something I stood straight up and felt the hair on the back of my neck stand I slowly turned around and was scared to see someone out there but as I made the full turn I saw once again nothing but darkness I thought this was a good time to book it back up to the main floor I didn't bother with the elevator I went up the stairs and ran up them my heart was already racing for having to go down there in the first place and then the loud bang and now running up two flights of steps once I was back at my desk I sunk down into my chair and tried to calm down it was just one noise I was in a building with locked doors and locked in our offices I kept saying over and over in my head that it was nothing I was relieved by that by out of nowhere I got the feeling that someone was watching me again I peeked up over my cubicle warm and looked around my office nothing seemed out of place until I turned face to face with the front of the building outside the first set of doors was a slender tall dirty male he was cupping his hands around his eyes to try and see past the reflections of the light inside I drop back down in my cubicle before he caught sight of me he didn't look like anyone had ever seen at the office and it was a little past 9 p.m. there was no good reason he would be checking out my office as I sit in my chair I hear the door shake I slowly stood up and watched him poured the handles of the doors and to my relief they didn't budge but as I watched him he turned to face me his face looked bruised or dirty I couldn't tell which once his eyes were locked with mine he started to bang harder and smacked the glass I was so scared it was the middle of the night I was by myself and out in the middle of nowhere in this office building complex I grabbed my headset and dialed 9-1-1 while the operator was getting on the line the guy was walking back and forth from one side of the glass to the next 9-1-1 what's your emergency the lady's voice was direct I'm working over a 42 on mal Avesta and I need someone to come out now there's a guy trying to break into my office building while speaking with her the guy disappeared from view I tried to look in all directions but I couldn't see him I knew that he wouldn't just walk off not with how hard he was banging and out of nowhere a good-sized rock came out of nowhere and smashed against the door I screamed and went underneath my desk the operator asked what happened and I explained that a rock smashed against the glass doll she asked me if the glass was broken enough to let him in I didn't want to stand up a look but she told me to look in order to know where he was I crawled out from under my desk and peeked over the wall and saw a huge crack down the first part of the door I sank back down and told her to police have the police hurry she said they were on their way I have heard so many of these stories and when they say the cops couldn't get there fast enough they aren't kidding it feels like time is standing still and you can do nothing there was another smash against the door but along with the sound of glass breaking sirens could be heard coming towards my building it was music to my ears I told the operator that the police had arrived and thanked her for all her support I stood back up and looked over the cubical wall and the red and blue lights were flashing wildly but the thing I didn't see was the man the top part of the door was completely smashed and the rock was laying on the inside of the entryway one officer came to the front door and others were out combing the area I could see their flashlights moving around the parking lot the first officer to come into the building and greet me was very kind he had patience with me and let me explain what I saw soon my boss arrived and checked on me in the damage at some point my husband was called and I was told I would be escorted home by one of the officers I took the next few days off and started to look for another job where I wouldn't be alone at night by myself when I gave my statement I explained to the officer that the person could be partnered with an ex co-worker who was fired a few weeks prior for stealing and just not showing up he knew when people came and went he knew where they kept the cell phones that we were selling Noll under lock and key but under desk of the provisioner from smartphones to BlackBerry's when they were still worth buying of course I went to leave this job about a month later and started at a credit-card machine company it was an office full of people still a call center but I felt safer especially with security guard and cameras all over the building like I said before the company is no longer around it was bought up by another company and they basically liquidated all the funds that were worth something so dirty man who tried to break into the office let's never meet again the ocean is a beautiful and thoroughly dangerous place I learnt this the year of my 21st birthday while serving aboard a frigate in the United States Navy my ship and my home the USS Clifton sprog it was a guided missile frigate as navy ships go she was not very big frigates being the smallest ships-of-the-line in the fleet measuring only 445 feet from Stern to stem she was a good ship though and we had a commanding officer who fully intended to prove it due to his determination to show what a fine ship he had I found the ship and myself steaming full speed into the teeth of the storm which raged off Newfoundland and Nova Scotia in the North Atlantic in late fall of 1988 the weather reports were saying the tropical storm Keith had not dissipated as expected but had pushed further north than any other storm that season late November was too late to be weathering a storm in the frigid North Atlantic I thought of all the stories I had heard about how the Canadian Navy were supposed to welcome us to this multinational fleet NATO event that we were to attend in Halifax I had also heard the Canadian girls were friendly and the Canadian ships supposedly had beer pups in them but at that moment I had no way to prove either of these two superstitions true because instead of a warm woman or Barstow I instead found myself perched atop my frigid ship's bridge standing a forward lookout watching in a driving sleet storm with 30 knot winds in heavy seas what I was certain of was that I was wearing seven layers of clothing most of it labeled extreme foul weather gear and I was still learning about what freezing to death means when it's not just an expression upon reviewing the newest weather advisors the captain had decided it best remain at sea because a ship in port during a storm merely gets beaten up against a pier until either the ship or the pier breaks since Canada routinely has lousy weather they build sturdy piers so we took our chances with the storm just after noon the winds and the sea begin to really pick up and soon we were in the undulating mode Wareham one only really gets to test the durability of their sea legs and their stomach as I had walked through the ship from my berthing space towards my watch station earlier in the evening I had paid little heed to the fact that sometimes my footfall was landed on the deck and sometimes on the bulkheads of the ship rocked beneath me I also paid no notice to the ever-present sounds of the ship the jet wine of the gas turbines the thrum of the waves on the hall the comforting hum of the generators or even the occasional ping from the SONA my attention was on the smells from which one learns to pick up great deals of information I noticed that sometime tomorrow the galley would be serving blueberry pie the smell of the fuel oils sampled with the oil lab seemed lardy enough for me to know that the fuel level in our tanks was much lower than it should be in a storm the smell of hot coffee from the mistakes filled my nostrils as I tanked up my cup and the combined aromas of paint sweat and cigarettes rounded out my card playing ship made contribution to this nautical Bukit I wore walked the rest of the ladders and a passage towards the bridge through the warm welcoming almost uterine interior of the ship it was lit in soft red light to preserve the lookouts a night-vision how I now mist that warmth and light amid the dark cold wet misery of my bridge top Watch station my face crusted with ice around my nose and mouth I swept my goggles off and spat into them hearing the small snap as the spittle flash froze the glass I quickly tried to rub it around before it froze to solid then disgustedly jammed the things on top of my head between my scalp and parka hood where they might warm a bit I know my vision wouldn't last long without them in the most inhospitable of environments they see rolled like a great gray blanket being shaken out onto an even greater bed usually appearing solidly black as night now every wavy surface seemed to be alive with foamy phosphorescence so great was the sea state the distance between the crest of a wave and its adjacent Rao was easily 35 to 40 feet they had never seen 40 foot waves at sea before and I wished that I had saved that first time for a ship a bit more substantial than the tin can I called home I had only been going to see with our Navy for a little over a year at that point but I was well aware that the floor of the North Atlantic was profusely littered with rotted and rusting monuments to mankind tuberous as I pondered this squinting through salt froze and lashes at the glowing and roaring wave tops this he looked and sounded to me like nothing more than a great grinder ready to pulverize any ship and all it was at that moment that directly ahead of the ship a brilliant stroke of lightning struck down into the wave but this was not just any wave Mariners called them rogue waves this wave larger than any around it towered 50 feet higher than our main deck this wave was a killer time Stood Still framed in that bolt of lightning which seemed to claw its way down into the sea forking then branching and turning that monstrous wave into a giant mountain of emerald and Jade with its glowing striations in an instant it's horrible beauty was gone forever burned into my memory but lost into my retinas and replaced with after image blindness I smelled the ozone from the lightning I screamed rogue wave death ahead into my calm but the bridge crew had seen it as well who could miss a giant glowing green Mountain which was about to fall on you I was blinded but through the soles of my boots I felt the sensation you get at the beach when an incoming wave pulls the water from under your sandy feet towards the sea except this was a lot bigger than a beach wave and I felt the deck drop out from under my feet as millions of tons of water rushed to feed the behemoth the ship practically fell into the wave bow on and as she plowed in the wave broke over where I stood three stories up from the main deck if not for my safety strap I would have been lost as over a hundred feet of bow forwards of the superstructure speared into that wave and when the green water broke over the windbreak it was like colliding with a wall the hull rang from the impact the ship lost almost all forward momentum and for a moment I thought she might be foundering the bridge crew told me later that the bridge windows were briefly totally submerged and for that unnerving moment they had all looked up to see the surface but then the ship began to groan and shudder along with her whole length as she shouldered upwards shedding countless tons of water from her decks ship and crew had survived there were other waves that night but I was positive that I knew which one had left the inch-wide cracks in the superstructure I came to know that the ocean is very deadly and its alluring beauty and magnetism are rivaled only by its brutality and mercilessness when I was around the age of four my parents got a divorce and I ended up living with my brother and my mum we also moved to the US as I was born in Mexico and stayed in a 2-story house at the time my mom was in med school studying to become a nurse she was in her late twenties so she worked pretty late one day my brother and I were visiting my dad so she was home alone she was in her room when she heard the door knob continuously twist but no one entered she was really confused so she went to check who was causing it thinking it was my grandma but when she opened the door there was no one there the twisting then started and stopped after a minute my mom's heart was pounding she went to check again now thinking it was my aunt who used to visit a lot playing a sick prank on her again no one was there she went back and sat on the bed ready to call my grandma when the doorknob started twisting again Harsha this time my mum's only thought was that someone had broken into her house and was trying to enter her room she quickly ran into the closet and hid she dialed my grandma's her mother's number and through tears started explaining what was happening and that someone was trying to enter her room my grandma called my aunt who called my other aunt who called the police and after about 10 minutes the cops show up and started searching the house only to find no signs of intrusion one of the cops asked my mom if she got enough sleep since she saw her school uniform my mom says that she got at least four hours every day and the cops started telling her that she was probably just imagining it and that she needed more sleep my mum told the cop that it was not in her imagination and that it genuinely did happen another day my mom was watching TV in her room when it turned off by itself she turned it back on and took a shower when she was done she came back to find it turned off again one night my aunt had stayed in my room while I was with my dad my mum told her not to open the bathroom window because it didn't have a screen and the bugs tended to fly it the next morning my mum found the bar from window fully opened so she walked over to my aunt and started yelling at her my aunt told her that she was 100% sure but she never opened it my mum didn't believe her up to this day my aunt swears that she never did it the second day of my aunt's visitation she again stayed in my bedroom which was not fully decorated so there were buckets of paint and other stuff there my mom woke up to an odd sound coming from my room and went to check on it when she came across my aunt wide-eyed standing in front of the wall with a bucket of paint and a paintbrush in her hand when I mum realized that she was painting the wall she confused Lea asked why are you painting the wall at this time to which my own replied I can't sleep I feel like someone is watching me so my mom just told her to sleep with her one of the last encounters consisted of my mum waking up to the sound of crying coming from my broom she went to check on me and found me sitting on my bed crying she asked me what was wrong and I looked at her and said there's a man in the corner of the room watching me my mom turned to the dark corner and saw nothing but it freaked her the hell out because of everything that had already happened and because kids are usually the ones who are able to see spirits upon hearing this my mum grabbed me and my brother and got the hell out of there we stayed at my grandma's house for some time since the neighbours son went to our school my brother and he got along pretty well and he would usually hang out at his house one day my mum went to the neighbor's house to pick up my brother when my neighbours mother Amy asked my mom if she could speak to her the next day my mother agreed the next day my mom went to Amy's house while my brother and Amy summer at school Amy told my mum to sit down and asked her if she was experiencing any unusual stuff my mum was surprised to hear this but nodded as amy was getting ready to ask another question her husband George walked in and said oh you're finally telling her about the ghost my mom was really confused but Amy just narrowed her eyes at George Amy started telling my mum that she had been experiencing paranormal activity since the day they arrived she told my mum that in the house we were living in they used to be a man who burned to death she said he was an evil spirit full of anger and hate who wanted my mum to get out of the house you see the man also haunted Amy's house regularly often moving both her son's stuff and miss placing it there would sometimes be strange smells and her cat would act very differently the oldest son knew about it but the younger one did not because Amy didn't want to scare him it even got to a point where the man would physically hurt the family by scratching them one day Amy sort of vars fall and she thought it was the cat but the cat was sound asleep and there's no way it could have been someone because there was nobody harm Amy even got to see the ghost which traumatized her she told my mum you see those brown curtains to which my mother nodded they used to be white but one day as I was walking through the hallway I turned to face the curtains and saw the ugliest man I have ever seen standing behind them he had charred skin and had the most sinister looking face I've ever seen he always used to stand there so I changed the curtains to brown so that we wouldn't see him all my mum was thinking about was that she had to get the hell out of the house but she couldn't do to signing some contract that said she had to live there for five months before being able to move out as we'd only been living there for two my mum told Amy to get out of there as well but Amy said that she couldn't because she'd already bought the house I think we stayed at my grandma's house for the remaining three months but after the fifth month passed we started packing everything up the scariest part was that my mom used to have a glass table that she absolutely loved while the moving company workers were carrying it out they accidentally dropped it and shattered it to pieces of course my mom was very angry but she soon learnt that if it wasn't for those workers shattering the glass table this spirit man would have followed us to the new house I don't know if you've ever heard that the shattering of glass can free a spirit but that was exactly what happened the workers shattered the glass table and the spirit of the man was freed because it was like he was attached to the glass table ready to move to the new house with us a couple of summers ago my girlfriend and I were camping in Chequamegon National Forest in northern Wisconsin and after our experience we do not plan to return unless we go with a large group of people my girlfriend and I are from Chicago so northern Wisconsin was our go place for R&R we've done a number of hiking trips in northern Wisconsin but never to this area we are not backpacking experts but we have been to a number of national parks and have been out hiking and exploring when we can find the time away from what we love getting away from people and relaxing in nature but this trip made us appreciate the presence of other people around us in unfamiliar places our plan was to hike a remote section of the northern country trail there north country trail is a National Scenic Trail like the Appalachian Trail but it gets much less use in some parts of northern Wisconsin the trail was very remote and the only access is via logging roads we plan to hike 15 miles along the trail to a backpack shelter and spend the night and hummock back to the car the following day we spend the night at a friend's house in Warsaw and we set out early the next day to the trailhead as we entered the National Forest boundary we were captivated by the beauty of the thick green forest I drove slowly along the gravel logging roads as we made our way to our parking spot while we were driving to the trailhead we passed a couple of people standing next to a parked truck on the side of the road they appeared to be hillbillies as they had a rusted-out banged up pickup truck complete with confederate bumper stickers as we drove past they waved and they stared back without returning the greeting friendly people I thought to myself after we passed them I looked in the rearview mirror and noticed that they were still staring at us and before we rounded a bend I glanced back into the mirror again and saw them watching us through the haze of dust road my girlfriend and I joked about thee up the North people but we did not think anything about this encounter aside from those people we did not encounter any one else on the remote logging roads within the National Forest boundary we found the trailhead about 15 minutes later after winding our way through the narrow logging roads there was no one else parked at the trailhead a perfect chance to get some needed solitude fresh air and relaxation after parking and making sure the car was locked we hoisted our packs and set off on the trail the weather was relatively cool which thankfully kept the mosquitoes and biting flies at bay we took pictures along the way and we marveled at the lushness of the forest and the topography of the glacial moraine after a solid eight hours of hiking we found our campsite it consisted of wooden backpack shelter and a fire ring even though the shelter provided ample space for us we opted to set up our tent in a small clearing about 100 feet behind the shelter we built a fire at the shelter firing and I boiled water for our dehydrated trail food as we ate we watched the sky slowly turn dark my girlfriend and I passed around a now game filled with wine and we marveled at how many stars you could see away from the city when the fire was reduced to a small pile of glowing embers we decided to head back to the tent we settled into our tent and looked through the pictures we took that day but after lugging a heavy pack for 15 miles and drinking some wine I was ready for some shut-eye when we camped at state and national parks I usually wore earplugs but that night there were no RVs or any other campers to make noise so I closed my eyes and let the noise of the forest lull me to sleep my girlfriend was very uneasy that night but she normally had some apprehension whenever we were sleeping away from home I'm not sure when we drifted to sleep but we were awoken by a bone-chilling noise it was pitch dark outside and over the insects in the forest I heard a dull thud it sounded like someone was hitting two logs together my girlfriend and I were wide awake at this point and we lay silently in our tent hearing the noise again our old tent had mesh windows but the backpacking tent we were using had no windows we could only guess but what was making the noise outside of our tent we initially thought that an animal got at our food and garbage bag which we left in the shelter but the noise was too distinct and it did not sound like rustling through food wrappers or our camp equipment our hearts were pounding as we heard the persistent knock in the darkness unarmed and scared shitless we didn't know what to do I would normally have carried a can of bear spray but I decided to leave it at home to save on weight against the wishes of my girlfriend the knockin continued but we remained still as to not to give away our location for all we knew whatever was making the noise had already spotted our tent after what seemed like an eternity the knocking sound ceased we lay in complete silence with only the dull buzz of the insects in the background then we heard it leaves rustling a branch breaking and voices we heard low talking in the distance we could not make out what was being said but it sounded like a couple of people speaking in the distance the voices continued for a bit but to our relief the voices did not seem to beginning louder whoever was out there did not spot the tent or decided to leave us alone we sat in our tent for the rest of the night adrenaline surging through our veins at the first light we slowly left the tent among we emerged I looked around in all directions to see if anyone was out there but I only saw the forest in the backpack shelter we quickly rolled up our sleeping bags and camp pads and put our tent away when we got to the shelter my girlfriend screamed in horror on the entrance to the shelter the wood was freshly cut to reveal the word kill cut into the shelter wall and there were a number of acts and knife cuts where someone was chopping at the wall I looked at the ground and saw a scattering of fresh splinters after grabbing our food supply and garbage bag we got the hell out of there we were nearly jogging with our gear as we made our way back to the car I kept glancing back over my shoulder and gazing out through the woods to see if anyone was following we traversed the Glacial eskers that we stored the day before and we knew we were getting close we were quietly rejoicing as we neared the trailhead we made it back to the trailhead in near record time but something was wrong the windshield wiper on my car was sticking straight up and there was something stuck to the wiper as we inched closer to the car I saw there was blood smeared on the windshield and a squirrel carcass was impaled on the wiper blade hair on blood still stuck to the wiper and on the hood of the car I didn't bother cleaning the car we threw our gear in the trunk and sped off without removing the animal from the wiper blade as I sped down the logging road I kept glancing in the rearview mirror but I could not see anything through the cloud of dust behind the car when we got to the gas station in the nearest town I removed the carcass with a wad of newspaper and I tried to remove as much dried blood as I could I filled up on gas and we didn't stop until we made it to Milwaukee this was the last trip I took to the woods of northern Wisconsin

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