MY OBSESSIVE 8TH GRADE STALKER | 9 True Scary Subscriber Horror Stories (Vol. 39)

before the video begins I just wanted to discuss something serious mister extremes an amazing narrator and friend of mine his mother when the greatest human beings he's ever known is in the Battle of her life in 2013 she was in nursing school when she was diagnosed with breast cancer being the fighter that she is she pushed through became a hospice nurse and provided comfort to the terminally ill for several years unfortunately things have taken a turn for the worse in recent months shortly before her double mastectomy last weekend they found that the cancer has become even more aggressive than has spread to many of her bones the cost of the intensive treatments required to save her life as a huge burden and although they are managing as well as they can the time has come to reach out for help after my narrations are complete I am sharing a few narrations from my friend mr. extremes and linked in the bio below is a GoFundMe page where you can donate to mr. extremes as mother's cause and help as much as you see fit thank you and have an amazing night I'm gonna share a more long-term story that occurred over a period of year of my school career my eighth-grade year to be exact I like to preface this by saying that's I'm a male and bisexual as well as only being 13 when this first started so some of the decisions I made throughout this whole thing were pretty stupid on my part let's travel back in time to when my trouble started in the beginning of eighth grade the year prepping me for what was to come in my high school career I was excited for this year especially when I found out that a new kid was joining my class we'll call him Liam Liam was a tall skinny 15 year old boy with black curly hair and blue eyes he also enjoyed the same interests I had at the time Gorillaz Steven universe drawing all that jazz as a hormone filled thirteen-year-old who had just discovered a sexuality I was immediately head-over-heels for him but due to the fact that I go to a religious school I knew I couldn't openly date him without getting into deep trouble I had to suppress my feelings for him which turned out to be a massive bullet dodged I became friends with Liam and we talked every day we got the chance to during lunch during class even at home on Instagram he was perfect for me he was so easy to talk to he was hilarious and just sinned all-around down-to-earth guy two weeks after eighth grade we were scheduled to go on a field trip and Liam sat next to me on the bus this was when it all really started when his veil of who he really was began to slowly lift the trip was a three-hour journey to a museum and I thought it would be great because of who I would get to spend my time with the first half hour so it was great we did our usual session of talking and joking with each other when all of a sudden he began to stroke my knees I had very sensitive knees so it tickled laughing I told him to stop because it tickled so bad he then moved up his hand to my thigh and rubbed that instead part of me was a bit uncomfortable with this but at the same time I was a dumb 13 year old that really liked this boy and I wanted him to like me back so chose not to say anything or move seats he did the same thing when we were going back to school after the trip I regret not saying anything because maybe that could have saved me from a year of torture from this guy cut to around three weeks after this experience Liam and I are chilling in the gym before physical-education he asked me to hold onto his phone as his shorts didn't have pockets I happily obliged and stuck the phone in my pocket during our lap runs I had to use the restroom so I excused myself to the restroom to do my business while inside I remember that I had Liam's phone and I felt a little nosey so I decided to snoop to see what juicy secrets I could find out about my crush he didn't have a password so it was easy to access whatever I wanted I decided to look in his gallery and when I found took me aback there were around 250 pictures of me and his camera roll all just me in class during the trip me and him so I had known that he had taken others I did not I thought this was creepy but at the same time stupid 13-year old me was happy that Liam liked me enough to be the center of his photography so like his creepy actions before I brush this off as the week's went on I noticed that Liam not only liked me but was obsessed with me it started off with me noticing small things like he wore the same color and brand of shoes I wore and then turned into more specific things like t-shirts with specific bands and characters that I wore I was more so flattered than creeped out at his actions and brushed them off once again in December of 2016 was when I realized that what he was doing was creepy and disturbing it was after school and my mother was running late so Liam and I were chilling in one of the empty classrooms waiting on our parents Liam's mother always worked a little late so they always left school a little bit later than everyone else I was sitting in the front of the classroom and Liam sat in the back he had sat his bag down next to the classroom door and since I was closer to the bag he asked me to get a book from his back I said sure and walked over towards the bag as I bent over to reach inside Liam walked behind me and grabbed my butt with both of his hands startled I turned around and asked him what he was doing and he simply said that he was just goofing and wanted to mess with me I had blown everything else off before the pictures and the touching of my legs but I knew that dripping my butt was just not okay and now I was uncomfortable and I decided that I didn't want to be in there with him anymore after that and I decided to leave he didn't follow me out and just sat with a blank face after I left the classroom I reported what he did to the principal on the way out but he didn't believe me saying that I was just trying to start trouble but would still talk to him about it so I guess that's a great school system we've got here the next day I walked into a class as usual and Liam was sitting in the back saving his usual spot next to him for me but he had a cold dead look in his eyes when he stared at me I reluctantly sat down next to him and gave him a monotone Hey but he said nothing in return a few minutes go by in silence between us other than the other kids having their own conversations or doing their own activities when Liam leans over and whispers to me would he whisper to me made my blood freeze and their words I'll never forget you really tried to report me I thought we had something I'm gonna make your life a living hell and he did just that every day for weeks on end he would find a way to get to me and do whatever he wanted he would manage to find times when I was alone and touched me hurt me or even worse even when crowded in the halls he would do things like give a subtle but grab when no one could see he got so bad that I stopped going to the bathroom at all during school hours I tried to report him but no one would believe me saying he's an exemplary student and wouldn't dare do something like this I came home every day with a bruise and mental scarring but I never told my parents and fear of them just automatically thinking that I'm doing it for attention one time when I went to my locker I opened it and a note fell out I picked it up and opened it its contents made me feel physically ill it was a typed out letter from Liam detailing all of the disgusting and heinous acts he wanted to do to me I tried to show it to the principal believing that the letter would prove what Liam had done but he said since the letter had been typed and wasn't signed by him there was no proof that Liam had typed it and even suggested that I was the one who typed it in an attempt to frame Liam for something he didn't do all of my efforts to stop him were futile I wasn't a violent person so fighting him was not an option Liam was a sociopathic monster but he was smart he managed to create a facade that he only broke when tormenting me he was a star student as well as rather popular in our class compared that to me an anti-social somewhat rude and unpopular guy he basically had the perfect target around February of 2017 my history teacher was fired for a different scandal involving voyeurism that I had no involvement with and was replaced by a new teacher who are referred to as mrs. Bennett mrs. Bennett was a wonderful young woman who managed to make her teaching fun and interesting and was the only person who got me through this tough time with Liam mrs. bennet took a liking to me because of my diligence and hard work I did during that class mrs. Bennett noticed I always looked tired and or sad whenever I walked by when leaving so one day as class ended she pulled me aside and asked why I always look so sad and tired during class I was rather hesitant to say anything because I was worried that like everyone else she wouldn't believe me but she seemed to genuinely care enough about me if she pulled me aside to privately talk to me so I decided to tell her everything what had happened over the past year how it all started and how it is now she stared at me eyes wide and jaw dropped listening to all of the boos this monster had giving me and how the school did nothing to stop it she just gave me a warm hug and apologized profusely for what happened to me and said that somehow something would be done to stop it I told her that I didn't want her to say anything to the higher-ups because I knew she could get into trouble because Liam could manipulate the situation to his favor she said to not worry and that she wouldn't allow me to be hurt anymore I left that classroom feeling happy for the first time in a while knowing that somebody finally believes me for what he did to me I felt like I had a sort of guardian angel mrs. Bennett kept her word on keeping me safe she kept a close eye on me between classes always dismissing her classes five minutes in advance so she could walk close to my classroom and keep a close eye on me as I walked through the halls Liam caught on to this and stop touching me as he noticed mrs. Bennett's always eyeing him and I through the hall I went to mrs. Bennett's room after school whenever my mother was late so that Liam couldn't touch her harm me after school either and I thought it was all over but there was one last time that Liam tried to commit his sinister acts it was around the end of April and Liam hadn't attacked me or touched me since February and I was resting easy knowing that mrs. Bennett was protecting me from his dirty vile clutches I was sitting in her classroom after school I strangely didn't see Liam at all even though he was at school earlier so I figured he checked out early mrs. Bennett said she needed to run and collect copies of a test from the teachers lounge which was all the way on the other side of the school from the room we were in after she had left I needed to use the restroom which was in the opposite direction of the teachers lounge I started walking to the restroom passing all of the empty classrooms on either side of me when I thought I heard footsteps behind me just a little bit nervous I turned around and saw nobody in sight I figured my mind was playing tricks on me so I walked another fifty feet to the restroom and used the stall while inside I hear the door to the restroom open so I figured it was just another teacher staying late needing to use it but then the lights switched off the power didn't go out it was switched off because I heard the light switch click I was petrified as I sat in total blackness but this didn't even compare to what happened next I heard the voice of Liam say in a singsong voice come out I've missed you I was on the verge of tears at this point but dare not make a sound as I heard him slowly walking through the bathroom I was on the last stall at the end and to my horror he began checking the stalls trying to find me after snapping out of my frozen fear I prepared for him to open the door to my stall he knew that I was in this last stall laughing and taunting me while standing on the other side of the stall door which was his biggest mistake I bowed my legs back and as soon as he opened the door kick the door back in his face with full force I heard him yell in pain and fall backward from the impact I took this time to pull up my pants and run out of the restroom with him following close behind as soon as I burst out of the restroom Liam burst out right behind me and tackled me to the floor hit a large pocket knife in his hand and successfully slashed me a few times on my arms and hands I heard mrs. Bennet yell - get off of me and ran over to tackle Liam to the ground wrestling the knife out of his hand at this point other teachers who hadn't left the building had come outside to see what the commotion was mrs. Bennet was screaming for teachers to call 911 laying on the hallway floor sobbing profusely and my arms and the bloody mess the police came and arrested Liam and I was taken to the hospital in an ambulance my parents were notified and they showed up at the hospital hysterics over what just happened to me finally after my wounds were stitched up and I rested for a while my parents came in hugging me asking what had happened so I explained to them would have been going on in the past school year and they were both crying and apologizing profusely for not noticing that something was wrong sooner I also got a written apology from the school principal basically asking me not to sue but I didn't care about that anymore the important thing was that this sick freak was caught and couldn't harm me or anyone else as for Liam he was sent to a mental institution and as far as I know he's still there today I'm now sixteen years old and changed forever because of what that monster put me through I've taken jujitsu loose well as always carrying a pocketknife with me wherever I go I consider mrs. Bennet a savior because if it weren't for her I most likely wouldn't be alive or would have continued to endure Liam's torture for what she did I'll always be thankful to her [Music] I was about seven to ten years old at the time of this story and live where I do right now a lovely green area in London Chiswick it's gorgeously lush with greenery and trees the only clearings being the parking lots fifty yards from my front door and may be important to note that there is an old person's home in front of us now my home town isn't typically a crime-ridden City it's one of those high-class towns that's why what happened next is so out of the ordinary it's nighttime and the moon is shining on the somewhat reflective gravel of the parking lot as I'm preparing for bed and a movie this taking place in my parents room we all collectively hear the rusty wheels of a camper van pulled in to the open residential parking lot we look outside because it's a quiet neighborhood and there normally isn't much commotion at this time it's a glance that lasts a second before we resume our tucking in that is till we hear a frail scream and whimper my parents Archer brow practically in unison and go to the window kids are curious so I ventured to the gap between both my parents as they looked out that old woman was shoved out of the camper van by a burly small man just inches taller than the elderly woman he grabs what seems to be a champagne bottle and smashes it above the woman's head she falls and he pulls her back up again to repeat perhaps thrice more my parents were shocked and tried to edge me out of the gap but I was morbidly curious yet entirely concerned rushing to the adjacent window without a crowd I looked out to see more of the scene the man begins to shout quite drunkenly at her and tells her to get lost she began walking her head bludgeoned with shards of reflective glass her whites silvery hair as stained as she begins trudging to the small alleyway to the other side of my home in the next block I raced to the bedroom window and the other side of my home to keep eyes on her my parents remained in their room they still haven't to this date told me why they didn't follow her as I had i watch her disappear around the corner and then charged my parents room I pull my father's hand and says call the police dad he doesn't answer my exclamation and pulls me to my bed and tucks me in walking back to his room and to my mother they closed the door the campervan had been gone at this point but I was terrified he'd returned my father locked all the doors and my window but it still felt scary needless to say I had to stay in my parents room due to how the incident spilt into my dreams I asked them a week ago now being a teen on what happened but they refused to talk my dad says he straight-up doesn't remember my mother tells me there was shouting but no blood I was adamant in my position I remember everything vividly it baffled me because this incident was what solidified my inherent interest in crime I suppose my parents downplayed or just don't remember this incident and I think that's what scares me the most about it the cloud of amnesia my parents developed I'm willing to bet my life that this did happen and when I look at reports or newspaper articles nothing comes up wherever that lady is I hope she's okay or in a better place however the feeling I'm the only one who remembers this vividly is burdening Lea scary I am the eldest of four myself my brother and two younger sisters however my first run-in with my guardian angel happened when there were barely three of us age six years I feel that it's important to say that I have a condition called Turner syndrome one of the facts is short stature in a youthful appearance meaning I was a six year old that gave the visual illusion of being maybe a four year old I had started first grade that year it was really my first year of school at that time in my state kindergarten was optional and preschool was rare my mom had opted out of kindergarten for me because my age some of the details are kind of fuzzy but I'm gonna do the best I can I remember crossing the playground to head home and stepping into the wooded area on the other side it was a shortcut to get to the trailer park where I lived normally I didn't take this shortcut alone I would walk with the girl from next door who was in sixth grade she had gone home sick unexpectedly that day it had to be late fall because I was wearing my brand-new coat I love that jacket memory is such a tricky thing some of the bigger details are hard to remember but I can remember thinking how pretty the changing leaves were as my eyes followed one has it skidded past me on the pack dirt the ground beneath my feet I was nervous about the walk home but didn't feel like I had much of a choice I didn't know the long way around I had never walked that way unfortunately another aspect of Turner syndrome causes me to be very dysfunctional when it comes to directions the way the doctors explain it is that my mind cannot make a map I can picture where I'm supposed to go but not how to get there I am fine if it's a route that I take on a daily basis but if I skip even a week it's a toss-up if I can remember the way this route should have been familiar and shouldn't have been a problem I walked at five days a week and had four months now I remember staring down the path other kids heading that way ran past me eager to get away from school as quickly as possible the next thing I remember is being terrified and lost I had somehow for some reason wandered off the well-worn paths and into the trees and to remember how long I wandered around but I remember the Sun was starting to go down so about an hour or maybe less then I heard his voice as I stood and rubbed my eyes crying he asked me if I was lost looking up I nodded he said to follow him without a second thought I did I have always been very overly cautious and leery around people especially as a child the unquestioning way I simply fell into step behind him never made any sense however the thing that strikes me as the strangest of all is that he never asked where I lived I wish that I could truly describe him I can tell you that I think he wore a tan leather ish type jacket blue jeans was average height and had short hair I tell you all that but the only thing I swear to is that he was average looking he didn't take my hand or offer to any comforting words he simply led with me struggling a bit trailing a bit behind him soon we came to the edge of the tree line he smiled and said it's that way I was so shy I couldn't even bring myself to say thank you I simply nodded my head again this time smiling and darting between the two trees and into the open where the gravel road leads me straight to my trailer before I did though I turned and looked back he was gone just like that when I got home mom immediately demanded to know why I was so late she scolded that she was to call the police and I blurted out that I had gotten lost but didn't get any further than that before she suddenly looked at me where's your jacket I reached up and patted the top of my head I've been wearing a coat like a cape not with the arms tied around my neck with the hood on my head believing that it would hold on it was then that I remembered struggling to keep up with the man and how uneven the ground was there were times I was even stumbling a bit in the effort to keep up with the mystery man I must have not have noticed when it had fallen I timidly told my mom that I had lost it angrily she took my hand and was headed back down the route I had taken home to try and find it it was nowhere she was furious she reminded me of how expensive the coat was and I was heartbroken I went to sleep that night thinking it had been the worst day of my life the next morning was Saturday I got up and got ready to go out and play in the front yard with my younger brother my mom reminded me not to be out too long seeing as how I didn't have a coat to wear we flew out of the front door but I stopped dead in my tracks sitting right outside the door somehow was my lost jacket folded and looking none the worse for wear I grabbed it put it on and ran in to show my mom she looked confused and of course asked me where I found it I told her the porch and she sat silent for a while before making a declaration that one of the other kids must have found it and brought it back she wasn't convinced and neither was I age 12 we lived in a rental house had no vehicle and my mom and her boyfriend were both unemployed to say that there were financial issues is the understatement of the year in fact the utilities had all been disconnected and we were two weeks away from the sheriff showing up to padlock the front door and all of our things along with it naturally my mom had not the slightest idea of where we were going to go or what we might do that's when my mother's brilliant boyfriend one of many had the ingenious idea you see we had never really traveled outside of our small County and rarely out of our tiny town we were a week away from school being out for summer vacation we weren't exactly surprised when late that Tuesday afternoon my mom burst in to the living room where we were watching television to announce yes I am embarrassed to admit that we were stealing the neighbors electricity of the drop cord you guys need to pack a bag but not very much we're going across country on an adventure so that's what we did well sort of we did go across the country but it wasn't much of an adventure see said boyfriend owned a small two-door Ford Scorpio this was the mid 80s yeah-huh mold so mom boyfriend four kids and a family friend all pile into this small cramped space along with everything they might need to somewhat survive camping gear ER tools clothes it wasn't until that night that we learned his plan to finance this little fiasco most towns have emergency transit assistance programs in place this can range from a meal at a shelter with a gift of gas money move along emergency food stamps and a small amount of cash or a church that will step in a lot of times when all else fails we would find a spot to pull out the camping gear and stay overnight those nights were kind of nice even if it were all those people shoved into what should have been a four-man tent we got to run yell and scream we got to be kids but this time the novelty of the adventure had started to wear off boyfriend did nothing but complain my brothers snore too loud we were unbearable when we got wired up on candy and that was just about all we wanted to eat I mean we were four young kids stuck in a cramped car at least 16 hours a day every day the church is where I saw him this time we had been directed to this church in the middle of nowhere he was down a dark dirt road and we had gotten a bit lost so by the time we pulled up it was dark and there were no cars the car sat parked with headlights shining on this older out-of-date one-room church we heard the adults contemplating what to do next should we just see if we could find a place to pitch the tents that's when I looked up and saw a gentleman coming around the side of the building from what we assumed to be the church's living quarters he walked up to the boyfriend's window and listened as he was given the same or her speech that had worked over and over again so far without another word he moved to face the rear passenger-side window it was rolled down already the AC in the car didn't work and it was so hot a smile in his face was so warm how are you tonight his question was clearly directed me fine thank you he nodded and mumbled to the boyfriend I'll be right back moments later he did return handing the boyfriend enough money for a tank of gas a hotel room in McDonald's he then stepped back and talked to us again looking at my brother he said snore as loud as you want and handed us each full-size candy bar the adults looked shocked as he turned and simply left back the way he came I was smiling as soon as he rounded the side of the church and out of view I recognized him it was the man from the woods don't ask me how I recognized him not knowing for sure what he look like but I had no doubt it was him the next day we went back I guess the boyfriend thought that maybe Luca gets a bit more out of him there was someone else there this time though this person looked at my mom like she had three heads when she asked about the guy from the night before and if she could speak to him again he proceeded to say there couldn't have been a guy out there at that time of night the church didn't have any living quarters in fact it didn't at the time even have an active congregation he was just there to take care of the landscaping I think age 24 years at this time I worked at a convenience store as a clerk and was trying to figure out what I truly wanted to do with my life this time the lack of prosperity and stability was saw me I loved the job but hated the location of the store it was a good 30 minute drive from where I lived and I didn't have a car and because I know it's going to get brought up there were no buses that went out that way all of this meant that for minimum wage I had to find a ride to and from work every day to work wasn't as big of a deal I went in around 4:30 p.m. a ride home was normally trickier not nearly as many people are willing to go 30 minutes from downtown to pick you up at almost 1:00 a.m. it had been one of those days I still didn't know how it was going to get home no one could come to grab me and it was toward the end of the month so I didn't have a dime for a cab in fact I was surrounded by food but literally starving I didn't even have the money to buy something to eat it had been dead all afternoon I stood behind the counter behind the register thinking about all the side work that I was going to be getting done because I couldn't stop thinking about the ice cream over there and the cooler that I really wanted I was beyond stressed and more than a little overwhelmed I was so lost in thought that the door chime almost didn't snap me out of it glancing up I watched a mentor I had a strong feeling of recognition but I couldn't quite place the face he walked over to the counter with purpose he had a peaceful look on his face says he laid down a wad of rolled-up money on the counter get yourself some ice cream was only said before turning around and walking out I stared in disbelief as soon as I could get my lower jaw up off the floor I whispered it can't be it was the guy from the woods he didn't look a day older than he had when I was six years old he was wearing the same soft smile as he had worn when I was 12 walking over I picked up the roll of money and began counting there in my hands was enough for an ice cream in a cab ride home I can't explain it it doesn't make sense that I can't describe him to anyone yet the times he has shown up I had no doubt that it was him I recognized him the other more plausible explanations are endless really I'm aware of that however I have no doubt other stories that I have contributed are how my attempts at having a spark of imagination and this time I assure you I have had the privilege of meeting my guardian angel three times I'm comforted that he was there that doesn't mean I wasn't left a bit creeped out I mean really can you blame me [Music] as all legends myths and creatures of folklore la Llorona has its origins and ancient beliefs the Aztecs had a goddess called Gua Coto she was half woman half snake he was associated with the soil fertility and childbirth and most important it was the patron of women who died during childbirth as the Aztec myth goes she abandoned a son another God on a crossroad and from time to time she would come back to the site and would cry and regret for her lost son in a compilation of testimonies taken from natives who lived through and survived the conquest it appears that some 10 years before the arrival of Spanish conquerors in the capital of the Aztec empire during a period of weeks and in the heart of every night an unknown woman would scream and cry all my children we will be lost all my children where will I take you she was heard among the streets and canals of the city the capital was built on top of a lake that doesn't exist anymore no one dare to get out and see who was screaming so pitifully because of the fear and terror the sounds provoked this among other paranormal events were taken his bad omens of impending doom and later on Horton's of the arrival of the Spanish conquerors much of the history of those days were lost so it is uncertain if this really happened some say they are interpretations of the history added later on following this and as often happens when a superior culture conquests another some of the Aztec cultural remnants got mixed with the new foreign Spanish one and during the colonial age the legend adapted and the people living in the capital started talking of a woman who late at night after the curfew would start screaming and crying for her lost children people said that a woman with a white dress would walk out of the lake surrounded by very thick fog a veil covering her face and would walk around the streets of the city crying and screaming people used to say that the drunks getting out of the cantinas and bars late at night would encounter the woman she would talk to them and convince them to walk her home the man totally wasted enchanted by her voice and silhouette would follow her hoping for a lucky night the really lucky ones would notice after a while as they walked together that she was not even touching the ground instead that floating above it to her not having feet at all the man would instantly turn around and run in the opposite direction while the spectre would let out the chilling scream that would cure him of alcoholism for the rest of the night the not so lucky would follow her oblivious to everything hypnotized until their feet fell in water waking them and making them noticed that she was leading them to the lake the woman now floating above the surface of it turning around removing the veil of her face to show one of two things a pure white skull instead of a face with two black holes instead of eyes the dress now is rotten rags staring at the now purely sober gentlemen other tales say that instead of a woman's head she had a horse head with red glowing eyes the men would go mad or if he survived the encounter he would live to tell the tale and died days after of incontrollable fever and hallucinations there was only oral records of these supposed encounters passed down from parents to children and far more likely to be a cautionary tale of the wrong life of the alcoholics and that you should behave now there are many recounts and different versions of La Llorona in different towns and cities it's necessary to clarify there are more than one but there is a connection between them every woman who died during childbirth was adored like a goddess since they're suffering for bringing a life into the world was compared to the death of a warrior in the battlefield and would go to serve the son for four years before getting back and being reincarnated in the form of Mohammed losing a child was and is horrible to the first mother who would cry in pain for their loss the myth devolves so the souls of those who harmed its children caused its death would be punished to return and search for them for the rest of eternity carrying the guilt and suffering of what they did and here it is where it enters the most spread origin of the Llorona the woman who drowned their sons in a river out of spite anger or madness most occasions because of the cheating husband he can find Leoni's and little towns around Mexico most of them appear near towns with rivers or lakes on rainy season just asks any old person around and he will probably hear a tale or two [Music] we have a room in the basement that my dad uses as a music room it's the only unfinished room in our house and I'm not sure why it was never finished my dad also leaves the door open because it gets really cold in there and he wants the heat to circulate into that room my bedroom in my bathroom are also in the basement so I spent 90% of my time down there it just so happens that my bathroom is right next to the music room too I have had three different experiences where I'm in my bathroom and I hear three loud knocks on my door it's so loud that when I answered the door I expect one of my parents to be on the other side there was one time where I was in the shower and I heard three loud knocks over the sound of the running water I yelled hold on and got out to find that there was nobody on my door everyone in my house denies knocking on occasions our dogs we have to we'll go up to the music room entrance and bark at it non-stop they won't go in and they will just sit there and bark my dad is very adamant that the music room door be opened that's a rule that everybody knows well in her house one time I found it closed and everyone denied doing that as well the only one that uses that room is my dad and it's his role to keep it open the last experience I have with that room is one morning around 6:15 a.m. I was walking out of my bathroom and heard a low growling sound coming from the music room I stopped to really listen and make sure I wasn't hearing something else and I was sure the sound couldn't be explained by anything inside the room I rushed upstairs to get my dad to show him and when we came back the sound had stopped I don't think anyone or anything has died in this house so I assume it's a ghost attached to an item or potentially one of us my deceased grandma gave us her keyboard before she passed and it currently sits in our music room other than that I can't think of anything else well that was about 15 I went with my best friend's family to Utah to visit his family my friend who all called Jo and I were the type of friends were I could walk into his house even when he was not there go into their fridge and eat whatever his family had had me come with them on other vacations before so I was pretty much adopted into his family in Utah we split staying time at his grandparents house in his aunt and uncle's house his parents wanted to make sure that we spent time at his grandparents so that way they felt like we wanted to be there but their house was pretty boring the grandparents house was a stereotypical old person's home they had nothing to play with and had a small TV in the basement that had just the basic 10 channels they didn't even have a DVD player just a VCR the area the story takes place is in the basement so I'll briefly describe it when you come down the stairs immediately on your right as you get to the bottom of the stairs is a walk-in closet that's where they kept all their food storage and other supplies opposite the closet door the basement opens up to a living room with seventies shag orange carpet and rooms further to the left when you come into the living room there was nothing about this home that gave off a creepy vibe and I was not paranoid whatsoever and nothing happened the first night that would make me afraid to sleep there but our second night there something happened my friend said I could sleep on the couch and he would sleep on the floor at the base of the couch we were watching Cool Runnings on VHS pretty much the only good VHS movie they had before we went to sleep when it was over my friend had already passed out so I turned the TV off and went to make myself more comfortable on the couch before I was about to lay down I saw out of the corner of my eye this orb I turned to look at it and it just slowly faded away now I didn't really believe in orbs and I still really don't know what to make of them but that was really odd to me I shook it off and went to sleep in the middle of the night I stirred awake I was confused as I got up because there was light shining in the living room I figured someone must have gotten up and I turned to look what I saw shook me to my core I looked up at the direction of the light it was coming from the walk-in closet standing in the doorway of the closet was the solid black mass of a person I stared at it in horror trying to make sense of it the figure had no facial features but had the distinct outline of the man after about five seconds of staring frozen at this thing it turns around and walks further into the closet at this point my frozen fear broke and I practically did a barrel roll on to my friend Joe get up get up I violently whispered he stirred awaken in an irritated voice as well what is it what is it I told him that there was something in the closet now Joe doesn't really believe in the paranormal and was probably annoyed that I woke him up he walked over to the walk-in closet looked all the way inside and turned off the light dude there's nothing there he said after this I spent quite some time still shaking in fear lying awkwardly close to my best friend because I was scared and somehow I managed to fall asleep in the morning I tried to explain to myself what happened it was hard for me to admit I was in a dreamlike state because I felt like I was pretty awake from seeing the light but part of me wanted to believe that's what had happened I told my experience to the family at breakfast the next day laughing it off like maybe I was crazy or something the grandma looked at me and smiled what she said next still gives me chills oh you probably did see something my dad died in the basement of this house I see him down there sometimes to my next experience was when I was about 17 sometimes especially if I was feeling upset or depressed I'd like to go on walks at night and listen to my loner music it was kind of therapeutic for me even though saying this makes me look like a loser I was on one of those loner walks and taking one of my usual routes which was through the field of my old elementary school I liked to walk there sometimes and just sit in the swing set look at the stars and try to make sense of life and other things this field of this school was contained by a wooden fence that had a few exits for kids to walk to the school through from their neighborhood I was heading towards one of the openings when I looked at where I was headed and saw the strangest thing standing about 40 feet from me was a man in a tuxedo and top hat leaning up against the fence and staring at me with the creepiest smile when I saw this I was more weirded out than scared why would a dude dressed like this be hanging out at an elementary school at night I turned off my music to make sure I could hear him if he started to walk toward me or something I started to head towards one of the other exits and looked down at the ground for a second to avoid his gaze when he looked up the man was completely gone my heart dropped and my stomach I hadn't heard him move or anything even though he was still a little bit off it would be pretty easy to hear him jump the fence or walk away after a couple of seconds digesting what just happened I booked it and ran all the way home in a full sprint I've gone on walks since and even taken the same path but I've never seen that happen again one more experience and we'll call it good this was when I was about 20 I was serving a mission for my church in South Carolina and Georgia for this mission we would walk the streets knock on doors and talk to we could about what we believe I'm sure most of you hearing this so probably annoyed with people like me knocking on your door but know that we do it because we really believe in our faith and we believe in sharing that with others I hope you can at least respect that even if you are annoyed by it we were walking the streets in the suburb of Augusta Georgia when we ran into this odd dude he was in his 30s and had a weird skin condition where he had bumps all over his body kind of like the guy in Black Panther except not cool-looking as we were talking he asked us if we could pray over his home he explained to us that things have been difficult lately his uncle had been living at his home and he just recently went to prison for ending someone's life and ever since then his home had just felt off people inviting us into their homes happened only a few times each day so we took every opportunity we could especially in the hot georgian summer as we walked in i felt that the home was kind of off it was really dark in there thick curtains had blocked the windows and all the lights were turned off when you walk into the home you come right into the living room there's a hallway on the right of the door that leads to some rooms then there's this big archway that separates the dining room from the living room so at the end of this big room of the living room and dining room combined was the back door that had a window on it this was where the only light source was coming from we sit on the couches in the living room and the guy starts going off without us being able to get a word in he starts talking about how he's trying to be a rapper and samples some of his music to us I don't like rap to begin with but this was terrible but to be polite we told him it was pretty cool after this he goes on to explain why he invited us in he told us that he was happy we were there things have been strange in his home lately he then said something that totally changed the mood he said yeah like I said my uncle went to prison for killing someone actually it happened in this house the blood of the guy is still stained on the back of the couch you're sitting on immediately my hair stands up and chills run down my spine I took a glance at the couch and sure enough there was blood stains there I hadn't noticed that before because of how dark it was in there he continued so ever since then I've seen things out of the corner of my eye and just felt like there's a negative presence there after he said this something that was in humanly fast went from one side of the room and ran into the kitchen blocking out the only source of light from the back door for a split second as if this was a normal occurrence the guy calmly says like that yeah that's been having it a lot at this point my friend and I wanted nothing more than to get out of the house I quickly said that we will pray over it I did and it did feel lighter in there but still knowing that we were sitting on that couch we wanted to get out of there as soon as possible that quickly gave him a way to contact us and we got out I just turned 19 and currently in my 30s and was trying to live life to the fullest when I was growing up my mom was super protective and at times extremely overbearing I was never allowed to go to typical hangouts that the kids my age would frequent I would say from a small child to at least 16 I spent most of my weekends indoors or in the confinement of my small upstate New York suburban neighborhood at 16 I was allowed out on weekends but only if my brother who is three years older than me basically babysat me I would have to tag along with my brother and his friends who were much older than him I didn't mind getting out of the house and exploring activities at night was a new experience for me and was a bit liberating not being cooped up in the house I guess one can say I was a pretty sheltered kid and teenager most of my life all this comes into play fast forward to when I turned 18 my mother finally let me get my driver's permit and a few weeks later I was able to get my driver's license I guess she realized at 18 she couldn't keep that much control over my freedom I would go to work pick up anyone who needed a ride and make any excuse not to come home having my car meant the absolute ultimate freedom it wasn't long after this roughly about a year later I started to fall into a group of troubled kids I guess you can say they were the ones Society called degenerate sand bums most of them had a lot of very apparent mental disorders couldn't hold any jobs most of them had a felony or a run-in with the law and the only consistent thing with them was the copious amounts of random drugs or whatever they could get their hands on that particular night I fit right in with their little group of misfits mostly because I was their personal show for the majority of the time boy did that get old real quick it wasn't long after I started to dabble into drugs myself I found myself smoking pot almost every night with my new friends we were the ones literally driving around drinking beers smoking and blasting our music at 2:00 a.m. and Beyond and not giving a single heck about any authority figures or anything for that matter there were times where I had to elude the police at very high speed so I didn't get a DUI or my car searched it became such a rush doing that I felt certifiably hardcore or should I say a certified idiots in such a short amount of time it wasn't long after that that we started getting into more of the harder stuff ecstasy MDMA acid etc all this leads us up to the morning in question this event literally changed my life the shook me to my very core in literally one year I became a very sheltered teenager - a very cocky invincible and drug-infused naive little idiot if you have made it this far to my story sit back and enjoy the chaos I'm about to tell it was a very foggy wet and humid August morning as I mentioned above I'm from upstate New York if you want to get a sense of what upstate New York is like woods lots and lots of woods back roads and creepy winding woodland roads after coming down from a night of tripping off a psilocybin or what people like to call magic mushrooms my friends for the sake of the story I shall name them Dave and Ray Dave was so very tall and lanky and slightly balding redheaded man he was what I called the Fox alpha of the group he was aggressive and intimidating and just all-around kind of an idiot ray on the other hand was the complete opposite he was a genuinely nice guy average build and the pretty boy of the group his problem was always getting arrested for petty stuff violating his probation and small things like that this also comes into play as to why he couldn't get the authorities involved so at about 7:00 a.m. just as the Sun is starting to rise all of us have now been up all night and coming down from the excessive tripping and from the mushrooms that same night if anyone who hasn't done magic mushrooms the day after is brutal your brain is literally running on autopilot common sense apparently is non-existent here literally in a zombified like State as I'm driving none of my friends are IR conversating it was a pretty quiet ride which is to be expected after having a crazy out of your mind experience that same night we are all just puffing on our cigarettes and just taking in the morning light after about an hour of driving on the deeply wooded road and with no destination plan out I see Dave perk up in the corner of my eye in the passenger seat he taps my shoulder excitedly and says hey man look over there there's a random girl walking let's give her a ride me being generous by nature I thought there wouldn't be any harm honestly seeing of this girl needs a ride or needs help as I approached her I slowed my car down on the quiet heavily wooded Road we not seen a single car or even a house in the last 20 minutes so I wasn't in any real harm or danger slowing my car down at first glance of this girl she seemed young but also mature looking like a face that has been through some hardships she appeared to be in her early to mid 20s amber colored hair that was backlit by the Sun and oddly enough dressed kind of casual like someone would dress going to brunch or a nice restaurant Dave rolls down the window and says hey there good morning my friends and I saw you walking and we wanted to know if maybe you needed a ride somewhere she then turned her body towards my car and I then saw an 8-inch wooden and metal cross with Jesus crucified dangling around her neck I thought to myself of all the people wandering in the woods it's a freakin Bible pusher seeing how I saw the humor in the situation and I knew any chance of my friend hooking up with her dramatically went down just then in an excited tone she squeals with this almost adorable but sinister grin on her face and says bless you gentlemen I asked the good Lord to turn my tired legs in the wheels and he must have sent you handsome men to the rescue god is good without any hesitation she opens my back passenger door and sits directly next to my friend Ray he is awkward and shy around her right off the bat as I put my car into drive I adjusted my rearview mirror so it's fixated on her face I asked her uh where do you need to go she says a few gentlemen wouldn't mind you can bring in my house I would be most gracious I said no problem just let me know where to go seeing that I don't really have any idea where I am keep in mind this is way before GPS and Google Maps and I just had a terrible flip phone with no service with the rear view mirror directly fixated on her eyes with a now dark and sinister expression on her face she asks you you guys are so silly does anyone know where you even are seeing how this is an oddly unnerving question almost in unison my friends say no and I am the odd one out saying yes and then going along with my friends saying well no she excitedly says you guys must be really hungry well we get to the house y'all can come in and I'll fix you something good Dee just then my stomach churns and makes this internal groaning sound when you're so hungry anything sounds good I look directly at her and say yeah we'll see she then throws an evil scorn my way and it's not directly looking at me through my rearview mirror I'm not going to lie it was extremely unnerving after about 20 minutes of going down random roads and just endless woods she yells okay in about 20 feet my driveway is coming up it's very hidden and I'm warning you guys it's at least a quarter mile long as I approached her dirt driveway the trees were so old and dense it almost acted like a complete Sun blocker it was so dark I had to put my high beams on let me tell you she wasn't kidding when she said her driveway it was long I was honestly surprised to find this random beautiful two-story house literally in the middle of the woods as I parked my car the first thing I noticed was how eerily quiet it was I asked her do you live here by herself are we gonna wake anyone up she said oh my mom isn't home she went to early mass please come in with the thought of food in my head my stomach was louder than the thoughts in my head to leave and we all started following to her front door once she opened her door she said for us to sit down in the table outside the kitchen with the stools looking around her house looks like it hasn't been updated since the 70s a very Brady Bunch esque it literally felt like I was in a movie studio set tuned a precisely nailed the 1970s down to the tea but anyways she then busted out a family sized version of macaroni and cheese and placed it in the oven she said I am sorry I wasn't expecting a guess I hope this is enough for you guys it should be ready in about 30 to 45 minutes for the next half hour we tried to make small talk with her for some reason I must have rubbed her the wrong way but she would randomly glance over at me and just not say a word just literally look at me for 2 to 3 minutes straight without blinking just give me this cold expressionless face about 40 minutes go by and she asks us how old are you guys we say our ages 19 19 20 she then says creepily that you guys would love some wine excitedly we all say yeah that would be awesome just then she goes inside a fridge and about 10 to 15 seconds later she pulls out a label is glass craft of wine and pours each a glass I didn't really question at the time why she wasn't enjoying the glass of wine but then again it was pretty early in the morning after each of us finish a glass of wine each without ass or a pause she fills up our glasses and keep stopping us off after the buzzer alarm goes off on the stove she pulls out this amazing looking pan of frozen mac and cheese but it actually doesn't look half that bad about mid plate I felt this immediate uneasy feeling in my body I put it off as the wine in the no-sleep and it being about eight something a.m. in the morning just then in the corner of my eye I see this car pulled in the driveway it's her mother it dawned on me the awkwardness of the situation that we are in and I'm not sure how this is going to play out as the mother gets out of her car she directly looks at my car and realizes she now has some uninvited guests in her house at 8:00 a.m. I very fastly chugged the second glass of wine and said hey I think your mom is home can I have another glass real quick she has this awkward but mysterious grin on her face and says of course you can drink up quick and don't waste it just as she finished pouring my glass her mom aggressively opens the door and looks at her daughter and says now what is going on in my house she furiously says the daughter then says mother this is no way to act in front of our new guests the mother is scanning us fiercely and I awkwardly bury my face in the glass of wine and the first thing she does is throw her purse down and comes over to us and immediately takes away the wine glasses from us and just throws them on the sink when she took the glasses away I was mid sit as the glasses smashed into pieces and tiny projectiles in the sink she looks at her daughter and says what are you thinking I told you to never give anyone that wine she hysterically yells at her daughter the daughter then says but mother our guests were thirsty after the mother and daughter continued to fight I tried innocently to intervene I said ma'am I I know how this might look but let me explain my friends and I had seen your daughter walking on a sketchy Road and offered her a ride your daughter was nice enough to offer us a bite to eat and we're gonna head out after the mother looks at me and says I want you and your friends out of my house now she starts shrieking just then the daughter pulls the mom into another room and they're going at it I mean they were just yelling at each other I hear things like we just got away with and also and you give them that wine are you crazy while trying to eavesdrop and also look at my friend and start mouthing we gotta go now my friends look at me who least scared and ray says bro I want to get out of here but I can't feel my legs I think they're asleep my other friend Dave says I think she put something that wine whole body's numb this wasn't just wine I guess me being bigger in size and more meat on me I had only felt a moderate amount of numbness it was almost like the feeling you get when you're on the toilet doing your business in near thirty minutes deep in Reddit stories and tried to get up off the toilet and you have to wait for the blood to return back to your leg to regain feeling kind of like that but the feeling didn't immediately come back if anything my body felt like it was starting to get too early stages of paralysis I knew then that if we didn't leave all three of us would be completely immobilized with the biggest thrust and everything I had I was about to pick myself up my friend Dave was also able to get himself up as well but Ray was unable so Dave and me reached and grabbed his pant leg above the knee and carried him off the stool it was this moment I realized the gravity of the situation this was never about the wine the mom was not only upset about the wine something more sinister was going on this went from an awkward situation to a legit horror movie plot all of a sudden the mom and daughter stop yelling at each other because I'm guessing they heard the stools being moved around and the commotion going on as we were trying to leave and the daughter flies down the flight of stairs and sees us heading out literally carrying our friend and angrily says where do you think you're going this seemingly soft-spoken eight inch wooden cross wearing child of gand suddenly became demonic real quick I said uh we're just getting some fresh air maybe I have a cigarette she then says furiously ya'll can't leave I haven't even showed you the best part you'll can't leave she cries out just then she goes in front of us and is now blocking the front door this hundred and twenty pound female thinks she's going to stop my 250 pound big frame I told her ma'am please get out of our way we just want to leave she then laughs in a way I never saw coming and says you fools once you came in you were never gonna leave this is God's plan I had the most epic oh no rage and me buildup I had one more bursts of energy left in me and before she could even react I dropped my friend ray and did an Adam Sandler and the waterboy charged at her instantly crushing her against the door we both fall to the ground I tell my friend Dave to get him and rates the car while I keep this now crazy lunatic at bay I would never in a million years hurt a female but the gloves were off my heart was pounding in my chest as more of this poisoned wine was now coursing through my veins I can feel my body just wanting to collapse but adrenaline is some crazy stuff man as I'm rolling with her on the ground in her living room she's shrieking like some crazed banshee and is trying to claw my face I was able to get in the few shots that seemed to stun her and attempted to get myself back up and in my car to get out of this horror freak show as I'm trying to leave her her mom is screaming at her saying Cassandra just let them go let them go the daughter said in a snarling kind of voice now I want him the others can leave as I'm now on my feet she was trying to pull me back inside from the open door back into her messed up twisted Brady Bunch looking house under normal circumstances she wouldn't have been able to get the upper hand on me but I can feel my numbed body actually get manipulated back inside the only thing I can do at this point is to grab this weird black looking globe paperweight that is on this retro looking shelf with a heavy whack and came down hard on her head I honestly just wanted to stun her but I guess it wasn't enough she was still proceeding to pull me back inside and I raised my arm above my head and came down like Thor has briefly taken over my body she stops trying to pull me inside and almost immediately this fountain of blood just pours from her head she looks at me extremely stunned and with her teeth now stained in blood she guess this was God's will and I said no you're just freakin nuts and she collapses almost immediately after that I fly down her outside staircase fumble around to get to my car and get the guys together my friends jump in the car and then within a few seconds I'm leaving this crazy woman's driveway and just drive until I recognize where I am now I could end the story here but there is an ending after we got out of that horrible situation we all go to the safest spot we know our nightly hangout spot a very secured spot near the river where we all go to get away from the world we all end up passing on my car whether it's from the sleep deprivation or the spiked wine we easily were passed out for at least 14 hours just then we were awoken by a knock from outside my car I'm literally laying in a pool of my own sweat my heart is thumping because I'm thinking it's the crazy girl and she found this just then my car door opens only to reveal it's my other friend Shawn Shawn looks at us and says dude man he has picked up your phones like he normally do so I just figured you has her down here by the river he says and then takes a better look at us and says she's fellas you guys look terrible yo I don't mean to scare you guys come outside I'll get a fire going and pack a bowl after we mentally gathered ourselves we made our way to the roaring fire it's warm glow gave me a little comfort man smoking helped me relax a good 30 minutes go by and none of us had spoken a word and then Shawn breaks the silence and says all right guys what's going on why are you all acting strange my friend ray starts saying and almost a broken sentence almost at the verge of crying says we gave this girl a ride the wine something was in the wine I couldn't walk Sean looks us and says what are y'all talking about I said an aggressive like tone listen we picked up this crazy little idiot on the side of the road went back to her house she gave us some wine with something in it her mom comes home everything goes to chaos I've literally barely got out he starts looking at all of us nervously and asks where this was and we respond he starts to visually get upset was her name Cassandra since I was the only one who had heard her name my go to him and say and how did you know that he looks at the fire and a lump forms in his throat I used to live next to her one driveway over I was eight and she was 15 she would terrorize me she would try to get me to do things to her her mom found out she told her mom I was the one being weird and few years later she took my cat and took out all his organs and laid them out in my backyard for me to see my parents thought it was coyotes she also poisoned my dog he came in one night throwing up blood and when I was 12 she tried to have her way with me I got home from school and she tried to get in my house and that's when I took my father's shotgun and smacked her in the head with the butt of it we moved a few weeks later she's absolutely insane I say to him Shawn this girl had an 8-inch cross around her neck what is that about he paused sighs and takes a deep breath guys when you saw her this morning she was walking to go visit her brother that's random so what he responds you don't understand her brothers in the prison the next town over they found two bodies at their house they were murdered poisoned I think her brother took the fall for his sister and his servant two life sentences he want to know why she wears the cross because the devil comes in many different disguises to this day that comment resonates in my brain I'm not religious but it does make sense to the crazy woman and her mother in upstate New York I hope justice finds its way to you [Music] my parents have traveled for work my whole life we live in Illinois on a farm with my grandparents so when I was younger I would stay with my grandparents while my mom and dad were out of state working the summer between eighth grade and freshman year I went to spend about half my break with my parents in Iowa while they were working my mom had to drive me back to Illinois so my biological dad could come get me for the second half of summer it happened to be Friday the 13th when my mom was able to take off of work to bring me home other than some massive flooding in her area of Iowa the trip went fine until we hit Illinois and the Sun went down the first thing was passing a cemetery that had 10-foot tall chain-link fences around it with chicken wire over the top and a sign on the padlock Gates reading clothes from dusk till dawn right across from this cemetery was a campground called rest in peace campground my mom and I made some jokes about vampires because what else do you do when met with such weirdness the second weird thing the bright moon was quickly blacked out with clouds so my mom decided to call a friend of hers near our home to let her know where we were just in case and before she could save more than three words we both completely lost cell signal as we're driving my mom tells me we're pretty close to a maximum-security prison as a fun fact and says to keep an eye out for signs that say do not pick up hitchhikers the signs are there as a precaution on the off-chance and inmates is able to somehow escape custody the third weird thing I don't notice any of these signs for about 10 miles and pointed out to my mom she says we may not be close enough yet but just keep looking for them which I do as I'm looking eagerly from my window for any of these signs I noticed a woman's 6 inch high-heel on the side of the road about three miles down I notice a pair of panties that are ripped in half from the sides another two miles I see a white coat splattered in something dark in a ditch I don't immediately point these out to my mom because I'm confused about these items and confused about why I still haven't seen any of the signs even though it's been about 30 minutes since my mom told me about them finally we get back home and I tell my mom that there weren't any of the hitch-hiker signs on the side of the road and start telling her about the odd articles of clothing I saw my mom's jaw drops and she tells me that's on her side of the road she saw a six-inch woman's high-heeled a bra and what was either a miniskirt or a tube top strewn randomly about we were both left to wonder what the deal was with the clothes and why the signs weren't there bouncing worst-case scenarios off of each other but ultimately decided we wouldn't talk about it anymore because as no one would ever believe us too many weird things on what happened to be Friday the 13th makes for a highly unbelievable story I thought I dreamed it once so I brought it up to my mom about two years ago so I was 23 and she remembered every single detail and still didn't have and the answers [Music] I'm 25 female and currently living in my mom's house with my fiance and daughter my parents are out of town and normally I have to spend the week before they come home deep cleaning their home after it's left empty for months at a time so we agreed collectively that I'll keep her home lived in until her return the house is in the middle of nowhere on a farm only neighbor being my grandma who lives on the same farm and was at work when this happened my fiance works the closing shift at his job and gets home normally between midnight and 1:00 a.m. one night about two weeks ago he called to let me know he was running a bit late but on his way about 10 minutes later I hear his car which has a very distinct sound because of the exhaust system about a half mile down the road I hear a pulling to the front driveway engine cutoff door closed my dad's dog starts going crazy and then the front door opens and closes my fiance doesn't immediately come into the bedroom which I don't think anything uh because sometimes he goes straight to the bathroom to shower and change before coming to greet me when I start wondering what's going on because I don't hear the shower I hear his car about a half mile down the road pull into the front driveway engine cutoff door closed dog does not go crazy front door opens and closes and my fiance walks to the bedroom I looked at him confused and asked if he got home 10 minutes ago then left for some reason he was like no definitely not why so I explained the situation and he freaks out and starts searching the house then locks all three of the doors to the outside I make him a copy of my house key and start locking the doors every night until last Thursday my grandma was supposed to come get my dad's dog since my fiance a daughter and I were leaving that night for Pennsylvania to see my parents of the weekend so I left the door unlocked I was laying down trying to nap when I hear the front door open then slam closed and assume it's my grandma coming for the dog so I roll over and more to nap five minutes later the dog comes to the bedroom and gets under the bed so I immediately call my fiance and tell him what's going on he says he's still in town about 15 minutes away so I immediately call my grandma who doesn't answer and text my cousin who said earlier in the day he might stop by my cousin's said he was at his house 45 minutes from where I live so I text my fiance and explained that grandma didn't answer and cousin was at his house 10 minutes later my fiance in his own coal pull up and start searching the house in our property again finding no one and I'm almost in tears I have no idea who's coming into my house or how they're getting out or if someone is just opening then closing my front door without coming in at all but it's unsettling to say the least especially considering some other odd things that happened recently but aren't necessarily noteworthy on their own [Music] last week after a long hard-fought battle with cancer my grandfather passed away in his sleep we didn't always have the best relationship by the time I was 16 I was smoking weed and growing my hair long by the time he was 16 he joined the US Navy and was sailing out to the South Pacific on an aircraft carrier needless to say we didn't understand each other for a long long time but over the past few years we've grown much closer I guess because as I grew older I'd squared myself away and in turn he'd become a little softer a little warmer in his old age I developed somewhat of an interest in military history so as a result we'd spent many an hour emptying beer bottles as I coached one story after another from him by the time he died we were talking pretty much every day mostly by phone but it became somewhat of a daily highlight for me naturally when my cousin called one Saturday morning to tell me that he had slipped away during the night I was heartbroken I simply thanked her for calling hung up the phone then sent down on my old coffee-stained couch weeping uncontrollably not so much tears of loss or grief but tears of joy tears of thanks that I was lucky enough to build a relationship with him even for a short time long after I thought it was far too late to do so a week or two after his funeral the same cousin called again to inform me that she and her husband had discovered an old footlocker and my grandfather's attic according to them it was filled with old naval memorabilia photos journals and souvenirs of his time in the Pacific Theatre of World War two I got into my car and drove over to their house immediately only to find that the footlocker in question was securely sealed with a rusty old padlock my cousin's confessed to not really knowing what was inside but we agreed that the Warren old US Navy stencil made for an easy guess the only thing to do now was to find a way to remove that lock when I finally convinced a mechanic friend of mine to drive over with his pair of big heavy bolt cutters we spent an hour or so poring over my grandfather's effects the photos my god those photos of him in his teenage years he looked just like me I mean it was like looking into a sepia toned mirror like a version of me from some alternate dimension by the time my friend bid farewell and drove home I had a solid lump in my throat if only my grandfather and I could have reviewed the footlocker's contents together if only we'd had a little more time just a little more it was later that evening while polishing off a bottle of his favorite variety of navy rum that I came across a small leather-bound journal hidden in the bottom of the footlocker placed neatly on top of it was an old paper ID card the flimsy kind with faded ink that was distributed across the services during a time of extreme scarcity the ID card depicted a logo of sorts with both English and Japanese characters visible on it the English characters read a BCC all caps confused I hammered the acronym into Google wondering why I had never heard him mentioned such an organization before it didn't take long for me to work out why the letters stood for the atomic bomb casualty Commission my grandfather was barely out of his teenage years when the Second World War ended it was without a doubt his favorite story to tell of his time in the Navy when he and his shipmates had gathered around the wireless radio to hear the news of the Japanese surrender he said he'd never seen anyone so happy in all his life that all the college football touchdowns and lottery winners he'd seen couldn't hold a candle to the kind of happiness he'd seen on his friends faces they were going home only they didn't go home not for years I always assumed that my grandfather was just a regular part of the occupation forces that stayed around in the Japanese islands during the aftermath of the surrender but I was wrong he was a part of something uniquely horrifying in the history of warfare formed shortly after the war by President Truman the atomic bomb casualty Commission was intended to merely observe but not to treat the effects the bombs had on any survivors observe and report don't try to alleviate suffering just observe and report the thought just sent a chill through me I opened the journal and began to read December 5th 1946 17 miles offshore mainland Japan we're due to depart for the city of Hiroshima any day now captain Rubin says it'll be dirty work but it won't just be counting bodies he says the world has never seen a weapon like this before that nobody really knows exactly what happened in Hiroshima this has us all very excited to see the damage the crews mostly in agreement that the Japanese deserved what they got lots of guys say this is payback for Pearl Harbor that they're reaping the whirlwind whatever that means wrote home to mom her and pop say they're real proud of me my grandfather's writing drifted off onto thoughts of home and I found myself skimming the pages until the next mention of Hiroshima why hadn't my grandfather mentioned this before it's not like he could have forgotten them he was part of an event that shaped human history an event which birthed a new age of terrifying atomic warfare I found the next relevant entry and continued reading December 14th 1946 Hiroshima City we patrolled into the city for the first time today none of us believe that a single bomb could wreak such devastation command made us wear gas masks and thick rubber clothing it made us look like monsters but when we saw what our government had done to the city even in light of Japanese atrocities we felt like monsters too the first thing I noticed was the silence whenever the roaring winds died down we were greeted with the most hideous stillness any of us had ever experienced years of churning engines and booming ships guns had left us on accustomed to such a lack of noise and it disturbed us greatly no city should ever be so quiet but it wasn't really a city anymore it was a dead city but we were walking through a great stone corpse a concrete cadaver whose bones towered above us at every turn yet that's not the thing that stuck with me what gives me the shakes are the shadows burned on to the crumbling brick walls those shadows are all that's left of people burned into my memory like they burned that morning only when I stared dumbfounded at one particular human shape the perfect outline of a once living person I swear I saw it shift not by much but I swear I saw the shapes head twist a little as I looked it wasn't just me looking at that haunting charcoal black shape it was looking back at me too I finished off the glass of rum in one gulp feeling the chemical warmth of the alcohol spreading through my guts with a shudder it was no wonder he never mentioned the things he'd seen in Japan they were the terrified delusions of a frightened young man maybe he just burned out and the things he had seen were manifestations of years of suffering under such unnatural stresses I found myself reading on before I could consider it any further December 18 1946 Hiroshima City we ventured deeper into the city today closer toward the epicenter of the blast it was worse much worse than our first visit the bodies god help us the bodies were beyond counting in some places it was hard to tell where each dead Japanese ended and the next one began one carcass of a larger building had what looked like a patchwork quilt of burnt bodies carpeting its ground floor it reminded me of a painting I once saw by that Spanish guy Picasso I forget the name of it just in human looking figures piled on top of one another twisted broken and charred what did we do here our Patrol stopped when we encountered a deep pit of bubbling black sludge steam rose from it I could feel the heat through my protective gear and we dared not get any closer the wind died down for a moment bringing back that awful silence when we heard it moaning a deep muffled groan that seemed to vibrate from the black sludge itself a portion of the sludge bubbled up forming a loose structure for the briefest of time it almost looked like a hand like fingers reaching up from the stinking mass of tar then it was gone again one of the men pointed emitting his own muted cries of Terror as another shape bubbled up from the black sludge before melting back into itself a face a clear human face empty eye sockets a screaming Maul when we got back I asked my friend bill if he saw it too he said no and anyone who thinks they did needs to have their head examined none of us have talked about it since as long as I knew my grandfather he'd always mocked my love of horror stories silly tales for kids and dopes he told me there are much scarier things in real life I had no idea he was talking from experience it was getting late I had to work early the next morning but I poured myself another glass of strong dark rum and continued to read December 18 1946 Hiroshima City today was our last patrol and we're all glad for it the closer we ventured into the city the more horrific were the things we saw two sailors had to be taken to psych evaluation after what we encountered the last time the rest of us are in silent agreement not to talk about it before the same thing happens to us but after today I'm sure that number is going to be much higher a lieutenant had a shoot a pack of Japanese dogs that had become feral due to lack of order in the city on all fours they bound it out of some of the ruins in front of us howling and barking as they limped along we opened up on them with our carbines putting each one out of its misery without so much as a second thought they were different though these ferals one man said it was the effect of the poison that the atomic bomb releases when it explodes some kind of invisible toxin that floats around in the air and ruins whatever it touches it had a horrible effect on Hiroshima's dogs or at least that's what we told ourselves when we got closer and had a good look at what we just killed we started to doubt that these things used to be dogs at all they were so miss shapen hairless with mottled skin wild dogs that was the official explanation during our post mission briefing wild dogs that had suffered the effects of atomic poisoning but I know different we all know different through clumped black fur matted with pus and blood I saw something something familiar that seemed to shine out from beneath piles of burned swollen skin dogs don't wear gold watches dogs don't wear rings trauma that's all this is a young man suffering from post-traumatic stress who couldn't quite compute the kind of destruction he was seeing I couldn't blame him lord knows how I would have reacted if I was in his boots I couldn't tear myself away December 19th 1946 USS cabo my buddy bill told me a story today it was his first visit to Hiroshima we call it the Dead City now he said it was raining when their landing craft docked that the raindrops fell heavy fat and black with dirt and oil the black rain collected on the goggles of his mask obscuring his vision until they could be properly cleaned he said other things fell from the sky to collecting on his protective gear strands of hair the odd fingernail scraps of clothing I never saw bill cry before even when we lost Jack Holmes to that Japanese kamikaze pilot but he cried today he cried when he told me about the kindergarten how they found kids bodies all lined up each with a tiny skull fracture they like the dogs were changed changed in ways that he couldn't explain or unsee extra eyes no eyes at all extra limbs heads splitting and duplicating he cried when he described how their teacher a charred mess of black encrusted skin had emerged from the ruins and begged them to kill her he cried when he told me how she knelt before him and pulled the barrel of his carbine to her forehead and he cried when he told me how he pulled the trigger enough I thought and slammed the journals shut putting it back in the bottom of my grandfather's footlocker before covering it up with other items hiding it just as he had done from the world for myself I haven't looked at it since I can't bring myself to read anymore I haven't looked at it since I can't bring myself to read anymore he'd spent the rest of his life trying to forget what he had seen in the dead city and there I was filling my head with it all I tried to cry I tried to let it all out but as I thought about his friend bill how he put that poor schoolteacher out of her misery I couldn't cry I didn't deserve to I've visited my grandfather's grave this morning planting a little stars and stripes into the soil above him I'm so proud to call him my grandpa and I think for a while towards the end he was proud to call me his grandson it was painful what I found myself feeling glad that he'd finally found an escape from the terrors that visited him terrors of which he never spoke he deserved peace and the things he'd seen couldn't reach him anymore but it hurt that neither could I yet when I looked in passing at the gravestone next to his I saw the first name and understood why he insisted on being laid to rest in this particular plot bill it said they had spent the war next to each other and now they would spend eternity next to each other I realized the bond that formed between men when faced with such unspeakable horror an unbreakable bond of comradeship the tears had no trouble flowing then rest in peace grandpa [Music] my name is dr. Benjamin Kelly and I'm a 31 year old professor of primatology at the University of Manchester in northern England late last year my colleagues and I traveled to Africa on a research assignment in a place called Western key coma a wild area of Tanzania that is home to a number of chimpanzee communities we went in search of study and enlightenment but all we found in the deep dark jungles of Africa was fear horror and death all but two of our research team lost their lives in ways almost too horrific to recall I wish I could forget the blind terror we experienced there every day I try to come to terms with the ghastly things we heard and saw but I cannot so instead I will tell you Gombe National Park is accessible only by boat sandwiched between a range of steep mountainous terrain in the gargantuan blue waters of Lake Tanganyika the parks geographical isolation has led to an interesting development in the flora and fauna it is the effects of these developments on the thriving chimp population that our small research team set out to study loading our belongings into a small fishing vessel as the rising African Sun turned at the dawn sky a shade of blood orange we sailed north for a few hours before we finally laid eyes on Gombe itself a towering mountain Crescent surrounding an area of dense green vegetation landing on the shore there unloading our gear onto the golden sands it felt like something out of a Jurassic Park movie the unfamiliar songs of strange tropical birds emanated from the jungle merging with the gentle lapping of water against the shoreline the Verger looked virtually impenetrable yet this was to be our home for more than a month the sense of adventure was palpable for some of us this would be the crowning moment of our academic careers it wasn't long before we met the chimps through the thick lush green of the rainforest we heard them before we saw them high-pitched screeches and deep guttural hoots echoed off the dense canopy yet we never saw one clearly they darted among the treetops a rustle of branches and leaves the only thing that gave away their positions they were like ghosts then after an hour of exhausting walking through the sweltering jungle they were suddenly right in front of us an entire chimpanzee community of around 30 individuals was spread out before the team playing grooming and grazing on fruit and insects despite many years of academic toil I had never actually been this close to a community of wild chimps before it almost brought me to tears my first close encounter was with a chimp that our Tanzanian guides named Farida she was younger and a great deal more curious than the others in her group so I was not entirely surprised when she ambled up to me as I was having lunch she studied me for a moment sniffing the air and eyeing up the fruit and nuts cereal bar I was eating she then counted gently rocking back and forth among the fallen leaves chimps use body language to communicate for rita's pound meant she was asking me for some of my food she was asking me to share my heart was almost in my throat by the time I had broken off a small piece and held it out for her to take this was a dream come true she took the piece of food softly hooting a kind of thank you as she began to eat we were building a relationship with the community they were beginning to trust us the trip was going well but a huge roadblock in our assessments of the community was the reluctance of the alpha male to accept us his name was a kinda a kinder looked different to the rest of the chimps instead of the usual jet-black uniformity the hair on a Kenda's body was almost steel gray he was brawny and balding with a white muzzle his body hair missing in patches that revealed deep scarring evidence of the countless and fruitless occasions on which his leadership was contested but it was the alphas eyes that made the real impression on me most chimps eye color ranges from a light golden brown to a deep muddy ochre but a keen desire an almost fiery orange that seemed to glow from his orbital sockets what he looked at you you felt it it was about a week into our search assignment that things began to turn sour one of the chimps had suddenly become fatally ill our guide suspected that it had eaten something poisonous or been bitten by a particularly nasty insect it was never clear just what killed the poor thing but one thing became worryingly clear Akeem de blamed us one by one the small group of chimps that interacted with us regularly began to shy away from us a group of males began to almost patrol near us venturing back and forth to make aggressive displays designed to keep us at bay akeem de always watched from a distance his fiery incandescent eyes glaring at us as he watched our every move he wanted to make one thing clear we were no longer welcome then early one morning one of the guards rushed into our camp breathlessly commanding us to follow him by the time we had rushed through the bush towards the chimps they were already screeching and screaming with an intensity and volume that hurt my ears and had the hair on the back of my neck standing up a kinnda was circling a smaller male chimp glaring at it with his long sharp canine teeth bared in the smaller chimps hand was a piece of my cereal bar a piece I'd given him just before we had headed back to camp the previous evening silently we watched in horror as the huge powerful alpha left onto the terrified smaller chimp clasping his hands around the lesser thing the skull it struggled and thrashed but it was useless a Kenda's huge muscles flexed and we heard the sickening crack as he crushed the smaller chimps skull in his grip blood and brains seeped through the cracks in his huge black fingers as they trembled with raw animalistic strength the chimp screaming somehow grew even louder as the entire community seemed to lose their collective minds some looked visibly distraught tearing at the hair on their bodies and holding their heads in their hands while others seemed to celebrate the murder encouraging a Kenda by throwing their arms around him in a gesture of submission a kinder shrugged off the affection pounding his fists into the small piece of the cereal bar taking out all the rage and contempt he seemed to feel for outsiders for humans suddenly Farida came dashing through the bushes to me our mouths hanging a gape in a primate display of fear yet her eyes were so full of fear and distressed that it required no interspecies translation run they seemed to beg us Run For Your Lives but then the rest of the community had noticed us hiding in the foliage the younger males that were loyal to a Kenda began to confront us howling and pounding their fists against the jungle floor and displays of raw aggression that leave me shuddering to recall I remember the fear in fur ITA's golden brown eyes run run fast and run we did we raced through the jungle pursued relentlessly by a Kenda's loyal followers but they were faster than us more agile we were clumsy afraid and far far from home we didn't stand a chance out of around 10 team members I found myself running with a group of three one of which was a portly researcher from Boston I will never ever forget his screams as the chimps descended on him one seemed to dive on to him from out of nowhere a perfectly time to display a violent athleticism that sent our colleague crashing into the dirt and fallen leaves with a grunt two more chimps materialized from the thick jungle flora pouncing on our downed team member with terrifying speed predators seek to kill quickly and efficiently but these chimps were not hunting for food they did not wish to kill efficiently they wanted only to inflict pain they only sought vengeance for our supposed transgressions they sought to punish us the chimps began by breaking our colleagues fingers taking them in their strong calloused hands before snapping them like little twigs they tugged at the body broken digits twisting them free and leaving nothing but ragged stumps of bone that leaked fresh blood onto the jungle floor one chimp said about gouging out our colleagues eyes we knew this not because we could see it in any intimate detail he was lost in a mass of black fur and flailing limbs but because his screams made us aware mid scream one of the chimps had taken a grip of the man's jaw ripping it free from his skull after a moment of bone grinding sinew severing agony it made his cries sound choked inhuman his cries subsided as he began to drown in his own blood the last thing I saw before we began to run again was the sight of a chimp ripping away the man's trousers tearing them open gripping his genitals before pulling ripping rending they they were eating him we tore past our encampment ignoring thousands of pounds worth of expensive research equipment wildly sprinting for the beach for the boat for our chance to escape when we broke through the treeline and onto the beach there was already a figure on the boat they must have heard the commotion through the jungle seen us running and figured it was time to go I remember thanking God for a moment a second or two of pure divine thankfulness that something had gone right in the middle of all this madness but as we got closer and the hunched figure reared up and turned to us I felt sick with terror it was a kinnda his gray muzzle stained crimson with the blood of a dead Tanzanian lying broken and lifeless on the deck of the boat his orange eyes burned with violent delight at the sight of us as he threw the chunk of brown flesh he was gorging on with a wet thunk he screeched victoriously sensing our exhaustion smelling our right fear in the air it seems too strange to think about it now but I remember feeling a sense of bizarre clarity in those moments it was all so simple a kinda was everything he was God in the devil through blood and pain he had crowned himself king he had tasted power and he had grown mad with it it was also easy to understand so very human I stood still sweating and panting rooted to the warm golden sand and waited to die a kinder left from the boat hitting the sand at a bound as he hurtled up the beach toward me you cannot understand how weak and soft it makes you feel seeing a creature that's so closely related to us display capabilities so much further advanced than our own his agility and strength were as awe-inspiring as they were horrifying I felt helpless a Kindle was about to tear my weak hairless body apart and there was nothing I could do about it it happened in an instant something in peripheral vision a blur of black fur crashed into a Kenda and sent him flying off course I was stunned while and truly I had accepted my impending death so completely and utterly that I simply could not bring myself to run to the boat and secure my salvation I just stared in amazement as a younger chimp faced off against the Alpha of the troupe a young gentle female that now furiously screeched as she bared her teeth to a kinder it was Farida she shot me a momentary glance as she kept a kinnda at bay a look in her eyes that I had seen just a short while ago run man-thing run or die a kindda beat his fists against the sand in pure primal fury he could not allow this display of insolence to go unpunished we made a dash for the boat my only surviving colleague diving on board to start the engine as I struggled to push the small craft into the open water I could hear the battle ensuing behind me a Kenda's apoplectic roars almost drowning out the higher-pitched screams of our Savior Farida my eyes began to tear up with the siege of emotion as the boat finally began to free itself from the sand floating freely on the waters of the lake and last I heaved myself from the cool crystal waters and rolled roughly into the boat before pulling myself up onto my hands and knees just in time to catch one last glance of the Gombe shoreline a kinda stood over the shattered form of Farida her chest rising and falling as she lay defeated in the sand she turned her head towards us and I swear we made a brief moment of eye contact as her attacker towered over her broken body thank you I said softly my words lost to the sound of the boats roaring propeller a Kenda brought his fists down on farid his head with catastrophic force I couldn't watch I spent the next three months on paid leave from the University before I finally went back to work even then it took me a while to be able to look at a chimpanzee without breaking into a cold sweat and having to politely excuse myself if it wasn't for Farida I'm not sure I would ever be able to look at one again the trip to Tanzania was a failure and a tragic loss of life but it was not without its lessons mankind tries to separate itself from the natural world to place itself above and apart from the beasts that roam upon the earth but the more it tries to separate itself the more obvious it is that we are still just animals with all the brutality and beastliness that comes with it suspicion Envy tribalism and war we saw them all in the chimps of Chioma for we were them once and in time we may become them again hello friends mr. 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Published: Wed Aug 14 2019