Scary True Stories Told In The Rain | Thunderstorm / Dark Cabin Video | (Scary Stories)

[Music] I am a truck driver and this is by far the scariest thing that has ever happened to me I pulled into a rest area off the highway in the middle of nowhere one night at around 3:30 in the morning the place was completely deserted not a single truck or vehicle of any kind anywhere as soon as I parked my truck I reclined to my seat and fell asleep it wasn't alarming at first but I could faintly hear the sound of a dog growling somewhere outside I started to wake up however as the sound of the growling was getting louder and louder it sounded like a dog was walking towards my truck growling then all of a sudden the growling stopped and I thought for a moment that I could get some much-needed rest but then abruptly the growling started up again and it was right outside my driver's side window I opened my eyes and looked out there was a crazy-looking man with his face up against my window growling at me he looked totally insane I started my engine and drove the hell out of there I was upstairs playing video games when I heard a dog whimper from the kitchen area which is right at the bottom of the stairs I figured that it's my dog having to go out so I call her and ask if she does but she just runs upstairs she looks as though as someone just scolded her but she's a timid dog so I thought nothing of it five minutes later I'm finishing up the game and about to let her out when I hear the same dog whimper but my dog is right next to me I'm a little weirded out and then it happens again followed by what I can only describe as a meager attempt of a human imitating a dog whimpering now I'm flipping out I'm not sure if there's an intruder or what trying to be rational I'm thinking maybe my uncle came with his dog to check on me and they're just playing downstairs while all these thoughts are going through my head the whimpers continue the dog goes and then the human just back and forth all of this takes place over maybe 30 seconds I finally grow a pair and start to approach the top of the stairs as quietly as possible my dog has also gotten up at this point and looks scared but as I got to the stairs the noise gets quieter I hear one last muffled human whimper except this time it sounds like it's upstairs in a corner I nearly had a heart attack and I kept a knife on me the rest of the week worst yet over the past month my dog has gone missing four times and I'm talking like my mom alerted the neighbors and did a full search through the house inside and out not finding her for hours and then suddenly we hear her crying from a closet upstairs she somehow locked herself in it's the first place we check now and even then there's been a time where she's missing the closet is open so we continue the search and then 10 minutes later we find her locked in that closet when I was younger I spent the day helping a neighbor rake leaves on his property he was friendly with my family so he walked me home to say hi to my parents we walked into the house and heard my mom upstairs talking it sounded like she was on the phone and walking around I called for my dad no answer my neighbor says well it sounds like your mom is on the phone so I'll catch them another time we say goodbye and he leaves I go upstairs to see my mom but she's nowhere to be seen and she's no longer talking I searched the house and it's completely empty I'm thinking did she leave the house while I was saying goodbye to the neighbor somehow I called my dad's cellphone because my mom didn't have one at the time and he picks right up I asked him where he is and if he knows where mom went he responds we're at the grocery store we've been running errands for a couple of hours instant goose bumps my neighbor and I both heard footsteps upstairs and a woman's voice no idea who it was but we both heard it I waited outside until my parents got home when I was a kid I had no curtains or blinds over my window in my room there's a street lamp just outside my window so anything that walks past my window would cast a shadow on my wall two nights in a row I woke up and looked at the wall to see the shadow of a man I didn't have enough courage to turn and look up at the window to see who it was it was late at night too I knew it couldn't be my dad because I could hear him snoring the worst part is my bed who was in front of the window with my head at the bottom of the window so whoever it was behind me could probably see me this is the scariest thing that's happened to me because it's not something supernatural there's a good chance there was a man just standing at my window in the middle of the night watching me sleep my apartment was robbed once and broken into again a couple months later the scary part I had just moved in when I got very very ill I had to go stay with my parents while getting treatment at the hospital no one had been to my new place or knew the address it was full of unpacked boxes as I was too ill to move in properly they left the TV they left the jar of cash on the dresser they only took my Diaries multiple Diaries I always buy the same kind and they date back for years they were packed in different boxes - someone had rifled through my stuff found the Diaries and took only those they even left my recipe books which are the same style as the Diaries so they had to have checked my apartment was on the third floor there was no sign of a break-in but there was small handles on the outside of the pillars on the porch that went all the way to the ground maybe they climbed the second time I returned home one night to find the light outside of my door was off I didn't think much of it except that I would need to call to get it replaced I unlocked and opened the door and tried to turn on the light nothing I thought maybe the power had gone out but then I looked over and saw my microwave with the correct time on it something about that scared me and I went to wait in my car after I called the apartment complex on call agent he came over and I waited outside he eventually came out of my apartment and told me to call the cops turns out nothing had been taken but every light bulb in my apartment had been unscrewed just enough so that the lights would not turn on the cops came and checked it out found nothing suspicious but told me to stay somewhere else for the night the next day after telling my sister what happened she and her boyfriend drove in from three hours away and installed dead bolts this was totally against the complexes policy but the management was just as creeped out as I was nothing else creepy happened in the two years that I lived there but I'm positive that somebody was there somebody broke into my apartment more than once my older sister and I shared a bedroom since there was a time period when her and I couldn't sleep either due to horrible nightmares or noises in the night her and I started sleeping in the same bed I had a queen-size bed and she had a twin we both slept in my bed because we were scared to sleep alone my bed was pushed up against the wall and this wall was connected to our garage one night my sister shakes me to wake up and says to me do you hear that i sat up groggily and stayed silent then I heard a bang like someone with a closed fist hitting the other side of the wall of where my bed was pressed up against a few seconds later another bang coming from a different part of the wall I sat there in disbelief our door was opened and you could see across the hall into our parents room and their door was shut then another bang so finally my sister made a fist and started punching the wall back as we sat there in silence my cell phone started to ring who the hell is calling me at this hour I thought so I crawl over to where my phone was on the floor it was plugged in and charging and I see my sister cellphone on the display screen I turn around and look at my sister and say your cell phone is calling me her phone was charging right next to mine on the floor and she had one of those flip phones that back in the day you had to literally open up to dial out her closed phones somehow managed to call my phone she looked at me and said what when she checked her phone on the outgoing calls was my number we hauled ass out of our room it was just very creepy how it all seemed to have happened at the exact same time we never did figure out what was banging on the wall when I was in my teens my parents took a vacation but left their cars in the driveway it was just my grandmother who lived in our house my younger sister and myself for almost two weeks one random night I woke up to our dog growling and the motion sensor lights in our backyard turning on I got up and walked towards the front of the house and noticed a shadow coming through the bottom of the door crack somebody was standing there I slowly crept my way to the people and when I looked out I saw an eyeball looking in I froze for a second in a panic and then rushed to the phone to call 9-1-1 as I was running away from the door the person did one really loud slam on the front door and gave off a laugh that was very similar to the Joker as I'm calling the police I run to one of the windows to see if I can see what the person looks like and I notice a very old car speeding off down the street I never knew who it was or why they were there the police believed it was probably a burglar thinking nobody had been in the house because the cars hadn't moved in days I live in a loft in a downtown area next to a few bars the entrance to the building is a streetside unmarked door randomly placed between businesses it usually goes unnoticed it opens directly to a staircase leading to the three apartments here it's been a constant fear that drunk people from the bars mistakenly make their way into my foyer back in October I had the shock of a lifetime it was about 3:00 a.m. on a work night and I woke up hearing two very distinct voices coming from my livingroom area I have two friends who have keys to my place in case they are at the bar and need to sleep it off but neither voice sounds like them then I heard what sounded like eerie violin I thought two drunk people had broken into my apartment and I guess decided to watch a movie or something I was freaking out and trying to figure it all out I just hid and hoped that it would go away finally the sounds just completely disappeared which was just as disheartening I didn't hear any footsteps so it made me think they grew aware of my presence I grabbed a weapon I keep next to my bed and slowly creep toward the living room nothing was there it was pitch black and everything was turned off as it turns out my neighbor who owns the film studio I live above pulled an all-nighter editing his entry to the Halloween horror film contest that he hosts every year he was reviewing his film and accidentally paired with my soundbar instead of his own he played the audio very loudly to a horror film to me in my pitch-black apartment at 3 o'clock in the morning I worked on a cruise ship for seven months as a youth staff taking care of kids while the parents party it up at certain parts of the day we closed the playroom to the older kids and just let parents with their children that are under to come in one day this woman comes to the gate with a double stroller with two of the most unusual-looking babies I've ever seen in my life she asks if she can come in with her babies of course I obliged but something seems a little off she takes the babies out of the stroller and puts them on the blanket that we have toys placed upon the middle of the room it is then that I realized what was so strange about these babies they were dolls this woman was taking pictures of them with the toys and pretending they were alive with names and everything I just looked over at my coworker and she's giving me the same look of shock and horror that I had on my face we had no clue what to do or what to say news spread quickly two other crew members on the ship about her apparently she bought gold bracelets for them at the jewelry shop on board that woman is by far the most amazing and scariest person I've ever met at sea when I was a teenager there was an abandoned mental hospital a few towns over my friends and I used to go explore it and one evening we were walking around and it was very dark we hear something shine our flashlights to the left and there is a man walking down the hall in the dark with no flashlight he doesn't say anything doesn't make eye contact nothing just keeps walking straight towards us we keep our flashlights on him until he turns the corner we didn't say a word to each other and didn't stop running until we got back outside once we were out we stopped to catch our breath and discuss it all three of us saw him it wasn't our imagination but of course no one has believed any of us when we told the story I was up late like around 11 p.m. because my two-year-old had a high fever I was holding her in my lap as she slept while sitting downstairs on the couch I was watching TV but wasn't really paying attention when something moved out of the corner of my eye across from the couch are two double doors with floor-to-ceiling windows the shades were open and I could see out onto the back deck well something was hanging off the screen door that opened outwards towards the deck it was swinging back and forth and was staring at me it looked like a tiny man but the head was scrunched down like it was fused with its shoulders I couldn't really see the face but it seemed like it was grinning at me I just sat there frozen in fear and watch this thing swing back and forth back and forth I finally got up the courage to gather my daughter in my arms and sprint away from the family room and up the stairs to my bedroom where I called my parents they didn't live far and my dad came over with a shotgun and walked around the perimeter of the house he didn't find anything not even footprints I know what I saw I was wide awake I still get freaked out when I lay on the couch late at night so I always close the blinds and lock the door so there was one night I was sitting in my living room around 1:00 a.m. just watching TV and playing on my phone and so on from the couch in my living room I could see through the dining room and out into the back garden I'm watching TV and notice a slight flicker of movement out of the corner of my eye so I quickly focused my attention to the dining room that's when I see some guy just standing at my dining room window staring at me I bolted upstairs faster than I ever moved before and grabbed the metal bar that was off of a set of dumbbells I wait for what feels like an eternity and then decide to go into the front bedroom opposite side of the house where I saw the guy and I peek out the window to see him casually strolling down the street I didn't sleep that night before my parents decided to switch rooms with me I was sleeping in the back room which is a converted porch with its own door to the back yard and windows on two sides of the room that reached from the floor to the ceiling I would hear walking on the side and back of the house a lot during the night but always figured that it was just a stray cat or a skunk or something one morning however around 4 o'clock I woke up because I heard walking right outside my window I knew it wasn't an animal especially when through the faint morning light I saw a person's head and shoulders move past my bedroom window my parents told me it was just the wind but I know what I saw it was definitely not the wind my uncle was a truck driver for many years he spent several years doing cross-country trips often loading up his trailer in the middle of the night while he waited for his trailer to be loaded he would make his way over to a nearby truck stop have a late night meal and shoot the breeze with any other drivers there after a while he would make friends with drivers that were on a somewhat similar schedule he befriended this particular guy that he would run into about once a month or so one night the guy invites my uncle back to his truck he wanted to show him something he built this guy's semi has a sleeper on the back so it's very big basically it's a semi truck with a small room right behind the driver's seat to sleep in my uncle is intrigued by what kind of custom work this guy is done so he goes along with him once they're in the truck the guy showed him what he built in the sleeper of this semi it's a big heavy-duty box apparently it has hydraulic arms on either side so he can open and close it with the push of a button he tells my uncle that once he pushes the button it seals shut it can't be opened my uncle is kind of weirded out by this and cracks a few jokes about the box and then the guy starts to get a little agitated my uncle realizes this and decides that it's time to leave this guy's truck a few months later he finds out that the guy was a serial killer stuffing trucks top hookers and others into this custom hydraulic box at this point in the story his hand starts shaking and he can barely drink his beer that guy was massive he says his hand could cover most of my head he could have stuffed me in the box and there's nothing I could have done to stop him or maybe there was someone in there already he says he still has nightmares about it all these years later when I was growing up my family moved to a cul-de-sac when I was around eight and my brother was in the ballpark of nine we immediately befriended two girls who lived next door to us who were our ages and we hung out with them every day we would frequently go down to a bike path located behind the circle of houses that occupied our street to ride around on our skateboards walk to the nearby shopping center it eventually led to and basically just hang out the bike paths went through the woods and went in both directions for a long time and we would often wander into the woods and play in the creek catch crawfish and frogs and all that Huckleberry Finn kind of stuff well the first or second week we lived there my brother these two girls and I were playing around in the creek a good way down from our house and we went exploring into a short sewage pipe it was barely 20 feet in total and you could easily see both ends which drained into a collection of large rocks after we had sufficiently crawled around in this sketchy rainwater runoff pipe we started climbing up the rocks to leave my brother noticed something in the rocks and picked it up to discover that it was a small wallet-sized and relatively recent portrait of himself that had been taken at our school for the yearbook the prior year it had signs of aging and water damage and seemed to have been there for a long time I think our initial reaction was to laugh at my brother for looking goofy or something but looking back I can't believe how I didn't see how sinister and weird it was I was home last year during a break from University with a friend and we decided to go see a friend in the different city in his university it was a small city with rivers hills and forests at night we decided to go in a nearby forest to smoke and drink by the river but still being on the main road so we were standing with our car parked and I was drinking while both of them were making joints and smoking it was about 11:00 at night and dead dark with no lights or people for several kilometers we have been standing there for about an hour when a guy in his 20s came out of the tree line and walked up to me and said you guys really shouldn't be here this late at night my friend who used to study there heard me talking to someone and started walking towards me but then stopped in his tracks when I noticed him I saw that his face was white he told me to get in the car and that we were leaving I told the guy thanks for the advice and that we were leaving and told him goodbye for 10 minutes my friend didn't talk and when we were out of the forest he finally broke his silence and told me that this guy who was talking to me was a boy from his university who had died on the same road two years back in an accident I told him he must be mistaken but he said he looked exactly like the boy that died we were so scared that we didn't go home that night and spent the rest of the night getting high by a nearby river I was home alone and heard the doorbell ring I opened up to see this man there holding a large square bag he starts talking about how he's an artist and his opening up the gallery soon so he wanted to sell a couple of his paintings for a lower price to drum up interest I'm Canadian and very polite so I just nodded and let him open the bag and start showing me the paintings they were nice couple landscapes couple portraits and then the weird one started it started with nude art first one was painted and it was alright and then the second one seemed more photorealistic and depicted a very messed up looking orgy then it went through bestiality and then straight up gore and just got really intense and awful the man stood there flipping through the canvases and grinning at me at one point he made a step toward me and I just blurted out that I didn't have any money to pay for anything and then slammed the door in his face I checked a couple minutes later and he was just standing there looking at the door I shouted out for my window that I was gonna call the police and then he left when I was a teenager I lived in my father's basement he would frequently go on business trips and I would be alone in the house for up to a week at a time one evening in spring I was up alone watching TV at around 2:00 a.m. when I heard through the open windows what sounded like two distinct set of footprints outside walking from the front yard and around the side of the house and into the back yard were they stopped it was then that I realized that since all my lights were on I couldn't see outside but from outside you could see me I immediately panicked shutting off my TV and lights so now I was alone in my basement with no lights on with what I thought were two people in my back yard I don't know how long I was frozen in the darkness but after I didn't hear any more sounds for a while I quietly crept upstairs to try to get a better look into my backyard thankfully all the lights upstairs were already off unfortunately with the way the bushes and the patio umbrella were set up there were large blind spots where it sounded like those footsteps stopped I considered calling 911 when my father would inevitably find out I knew I would be forced to stay with my aunt when he went out of state so I stared at that deck waiting to see movement for at least 10 minutes before I began convincing myself that my mind was playing tricks on me I decided to go investigate outside I grabbed the closest thing to a weapon I could find an old Shepherds ax went out of my front door and crept around the side of my house crouching behind a bush I finally mustered the courage to swing the axe into the bush and shout hey nothing would happen right no one would be there and I'd have a good laugh al baiy an embarrassed one when I realized I was just being paranoid instead I immediately heard the sound of deck chair scraping on wood and two sets of human footsteps running off into the opposite direction my heart stopped I felt like I blacked out for a second from the adrenaline rush I ran back around the side of my house the direction I came from there was no time to think I made it to my front door swung it open rushed inside and it slammed it shut and stood there in the darkness practically hyperventilating I stared out into the street waiting to see someone leaving the property but no one did it was then that I realized that now I wasn't safe inside my house like I thought I would be I was trapped I ran out the front door into the middle of the street where I could scream if I saw someone surely by now I should have called the cops but I wasn't thinking clearly anymore if I ever was at all now I was facing my house but I still didn't see anyone so I glanced to the left down the street nothing then I looked to my right two male figures were walking away from me a block and a half down the street as soon as I noticed them they turned left at the t-junction onto the main road and disappeared out of sight for some reason I ran after them and when I turned that corner no one was there there should have been nowhere to go and they would have only made it about a half a block if they were walking they must have had a car waiting or began running as they turned the corner what the hell were they planning on doing I'll never know I was around 12 years old and I was asleep in my family's living room since I was sick and it was a winter my house has terrible insulation and my room was always cold so I was asleep and at around 2:00 in the morning I'm woken up to the feeling that there's someone in the room with me I always slept with a flashlight since I read a lot so it was in my hands when I woke up I turned it on and pointed it in the direction of where I thought the person was right there a foot away from me was a man kneeling down staring into my face the light hit his face and he turned and ran away into the darkness I let out a blood-curdling scream and my mom and dad came running down the stairs he disappeared and we never found him but when my dad was checking the house the back door was wide open in the house that my family used to live in there had been three separate occasions where I knew something was wrong maybe the house was haunted I don't know situation one it's about midnight the kids and I are woken up by noises in the basement I tell my husband it sounds like someone is in the house and to go check it out we continue to hear doors opening and closing and this sounds like stuff is getting thrown around maybe we have intruders I'm not sure we don't have guns or a dog or any way to defend ourselves against an intruder so I do what any grown woman would do and call my dad he has 20-plus years military experience and a very hefty gun collection so I have my husband sneaked out of our room and unlock the door for my dad to come in then we all hide in my bedroom with the door locked as you may have figured the house was completely empty and there was no sign of anyone situation two I get home late after a long day at work it's 2:00 a.m. and my husband is asleep on the couch and the kids are asleep and a pile of blankets on the floor next to him so I decide to take a bath and relax and unwind before heading to bed myself while I'm in the tub someone starts turning the doorknob to the bathroom I figure it's my four year old freaking out because sometimes she sleepwalks when she has to go to the bathroom so I hop out of the tub so I can unlock and open the door to let her in when I open the door there's no one there no one is in the hallway I grab my towel and walk into the living room and everyone is right where I left them still asleep situation three it's bedtime again I'm sitting in my bed talking to my daughter getting her ready for sleep all of a sudden she starts crying hysterically and burying her face in me was she hurt what the hell was wrong I was worried and she wouldn't tell me what was wrong but she was terrified of something finally she looks up at me and says he's standing right there and points to the doorway I turn around and look there's no one there I turn and look back at her and she says there was a man watching us back in junior high it was the first time my parents left town and left me alone for a week it was going good I stayed in the basement and the entrance to the hallway that leads to my room had decorative beads hanging in the entranceway I'm in my room watching TV with my faithful dog laying at the foot of my bed all of a sudden he starts barking wildly a bark that I had never heard out of him before it was almost a cry I think something is wrong with him and just as I almost get a hand on him he jumps off the bed and dives under it completely silent I get to the floor to look under the bed for him and I hear the beads in the entranceway start to rattle together as if someone ran into them with a lot of force I spin around and sit there scared shitless for a minute there's nobody there then I grab a bat and go investigate the beads are still swinging with force every door and window in the house is locked there aren't any air vents close to the beads and my dog refused to come out from under the bed for another two hours to this day I have no idea what caused those beads to rattle or what scared the hell out of my dog in a house living with my girlfriend and another couple I'm watching TV at around 2 a.m. in the living room my girlfriend is asleep the other guy is asleep and I assume the other girl is out in her study which you had to go outside to get to so the back door is unlocked from my vantage point you can see a portion of the kitchen which is next to the back door I hear the back door swing open assume it's my housemate and continue watching my TV show about 15 minutes later I happened to glance through the doorway into the kitchen as I hadn't heard my housemate leave the house again or wander through to the bedrooms and what do I see a man standing in the corner of the kitchen looking at me he had a brown jacket on dark eyes and dark hair shoulders slumped staring at me when he sees that I've noticed him he moved out of sight I get up from the couch and run to the kitchen but he's gone I carefully slip out the back door but there's nobody there out the front door nobody down the street just nowhere to be found I have no idea who it was or why he was in my house my four-year-old son can walk but likes to crawl rapidly while pretending to be animals and such several months ago my wife and I were watching some TV after our kids had gone to bed suddenly late at night we heard our four year old son's bedroom door open and then the sound of him rapidly crawling down the hallway toward the living room we figured he was trying to sneak up on us and was doing poorly my wife looks at me and mouths the word watch and gets up off the couch she moves toward the hallway and pounces into the entrance to startle our son only to stand up looking confused she looks at me and says there's no one there we go into our son's room and he's completely asleep so of course we go check on our daughters and they are asleep as well we both heard it and it scared the hell out of both of us it was around 2002 and I had just married my wife and we had just had our first baby in the middle of the night my wife sat up to go check on the baby and when she put her feet onto the floor next to the bed she felt a body she reached down and lifted an arm she thought it was me on the floor at first but then she reached over and felt that I was still lying next to her she screamed I woke up and turned on the light there was a man passed out on the floor I called the police and they took him away the police think that he broke into our house and passed out next to our bed the disturbing thing he was holding a hammer when I was a kid ten years old I lived out in the country my best friend lived next door and there were a lot of open fields around our houses with trees everywhere one summer we were out exploring and playing and found this giant old tree out by a pond a few miles away from our houses as we approached the tree we saw that a girl had climbed it and was sitting in it we sent hello and she said hello back she told us her name was Sarah she was really nice and I thought she was really cute we sat under the tree and talked with her for a good half an hour before we left we came back the next day and she was there again but this time she was sleeping we decided not to wake her up and just left we didn't come back until three days later and she was there again as we approached I felt a sickening feeling in my stomach I realized she was wearing the same clothes as the last time we saw her there when she was asleep I climbed up the tree and I'll never forget what she looked like her face was dirty and was covered in ants her cheek was split open and bleeding and both of her eyes were completely black like someone had been hitting her we started running home and on the way there we saw man leaning against another tree watching us he was too far away to make out the details of his face but I felt strongly right away that he had killed her when we got home my parents were not there so he went and told my friend's dad he called the police and his dad didn't let us go back again until the next day the girl's body was gone I have no idea where she lived or who that man was we never saw him again and as far as I know he was never caught we didn't do much exploring after that I was driving home through back roads I had never been on and came across a bookstore in a tiny town in the woods the bookstore was actually a house where the front of the home had been converted into a store there was a box on the porch that said 50 cent books so I stopped to see if there were any Stephen King books in there a middle-aged woman comes out with a huge smile that seemed a little disturbing and gave me a bowl of fruit and some tea even though the woman kind of creeped me out I thought this was pretty cool i rifled through the books while eating the fruit and drinking the tea inside the store or the house there were a lot of cool art books and stuff so I spent some more time in there she brought me some more tea even when I said I didn't want any more she kept refilling it she gave me a dessert two brownies and cookies I didn't realize it at the time but she had been slipping things into my drink it's very hazy to remember the details but at some point she closed the shop telling me to take my time looking at the books she told me that she was gonna go take a shower and was gone for a while when I was finally done I had my books in hand and was ready to pay I wandered to the back of the house to find her I found her in her bedroom she was lying in bed naked this of course was very alarming you might think this is kind of a sexy situation but it wasn't she was an elderly woman and had been telling me how I reminded her of her kids in college I told her I was ready to pay trying not to look at her and she told me how to open the register so I went and opened it put in what I thought I owed took out the change and left when I stumbled outside a fire truck drove by screaming with sirens in the distance was a glow of a big forest fire and the stars were being covered by smoke at all man on a horse watched the firetruck pass he looked at me took a piece of wood or something out of his mouth and said the town is burning I swear to God I have a crystal-clear memory of this happening even though I'm sure it couldn't have by this point I guess I was seriously just tripping out on something I'm not a substance guy so I don't know what I had but I was out of my mind and could hardly walk I got back in my car and drove home along twisting roads on tall cliffs above an ocean twice I realized I was on the wrong side of the road one of the times I realized this because a massive truck was headed straight for me laying on the horn and flashing its lights I kept thinking about how my car could be like an airplane and a submarine if I drove it off the cliff I can't believe I made it home alive later I realized I was in that house for about seven hours looking at books the whole time at least that's what I hope I was doing I used to live next to a hospital one day walking home I was stopped by an old man who clearly had trouble seen he asked me to help him cross the road to the hospital I agreed and he grabbed ahold of my hand very tightly at this point I noticed his fingers were stained brown from tobacco covered in scabs and his fingernails were very long and dirty I started to think that my good deed for the day would be a bit regrettable when we got to the other side of the road he still had my hand grasped so tightly I couldn't politely pull it away do you want to see my eye he asked one of his eyes was squeezed shut with his free hand he pulled the lids apart and I realized to my horror that he had no eyeball just an empty socket I started babbling still trying to be polite about how that was very interesting but I had to go then he uttered the immortal words do you want to put your finger in it he was pulling really hard on my hand trying to force my finger into his empty eye socket at this point I gave up on politeness and struggled my hand free and just ran away I could hear him laughing as I ran off when I was a child I was always stricken by this irrational fear that when I went outside at night I had to walk straight into the house without looking back because if I looked back someone would be following me one day after dinner I went out to the car to get my book bag and I was continuing my ritual of walking straight inside without looking back adrenaline pumping anxiety going full force and I just stopped and said to myself this is stupid and I turned around I saw what appeared to be someone crouched down behind my car and was peeking their head around they were just staring at me and smiling it appeared to be a woman maybe in her 40s or 50s with curly hair we made eye contact for a second and then she ducked back behind the car where I couldn't see her I stood frozen for a second and then ran inside I told my mom and she went outside to check there was no one there my mom didn't exactly not believe me but she didn't seemed very concerned either back in the 70s my grandfather dropped my grandmother my mom and her two sisters off to do some shopping on his way to work since he had gone to work and wasn't able to pick them up they hitchhiked home my mom at the time was only around 10 or 11 years old middle sister would have been around 7 or 8 and the youngest was a one-year-old baby they get picked up by a guy in a pickup truck who has them all sit in the back row with one of them holding the baby my grandmother was giving directions to their home from the highway but the guy ignored her and went by their exits claiming that he had to make a stop first he didn't really say much else to them during the drive but my mom remembers my grandmother being very quiet and very nervous eventually they come up to a farm when the driver tells them to wait in the car and goes inside the house while he's gone they just sit there terrified they're in the middle of nowhere and no they couldn't make it out on foot a few minutes later the driver comes out with a second guy who looks into the truck and sees my mom's youngest sister the baby he starts flipping out screaming at the driver that he shouldn't have brought the baby back and that they aren't going to do anything with her he ends up telling him to get them away from the farm the driver gets back into the truck apologizes and they get back on the highway and drive again in silence my grandmother normally a very smart woman have him drive directly to their house although I suspect her reasoning was she had already given him the address before anything seemed off they lived at that house for several years and luckily never saw either of those men again I love to ride my bike along country roads not far from where I live is a tiny town called Three Oaks Michigan one Saturday my wife was working and I had nothing to do so I strapped my bike to my car and drove the hour to three oaks I parked in the scenic downtown area and then rode out of the town and into the surrounding countryside as I wound my way further into the remote countryside houses businesses and cars grew increasingly scarce eventually there were only an occasional house or two every half mile or so and cornfields and small woods flanking the dirt and gravel roads that I pedaled down it's on one of those back roads where a minivan drove past me within moments of it passing it turned around pulled up alongside me I looked over at the passenger a woman in her mid to late 20s was looking at me with her window down the driver a man of seemingly the same age leaned over the passenger and said to me in a slight southern drawl and with a big smile on his face Hey do you know David Crist I thought for a brief second but I don't know when he David Crist so I said so the driver said you don't know him at all I said that I didn't and apologized and then peddled on the van sat for a moment longer and then pulled a u-turn and drove off in a direction it was originally heading I thought nothing of the encounter maybe the driver was a friend of David Crist and he thought we had met through David or something I don't know at the time I didn't think I had any reason to worry I continued on my ride turning down this road and heading north and then turning down that road and heading east I didn't have any agenda I was just out to enjoy the summer day and meander through the relaxing countryside maybe ten minutes later and on an entirely new road and heading an entirely different direction from the one I had first met the van I saw the van again we were heading toward each other and I gave a smile and a nod as I passed the driver I remember thinking it was an odd coincidence that I should come across this van again the driver stared as he passed me and he had a big smile on his face at this point I began wondering what they were doing they might be lost in looking for this David Crist guy or maybe they just enjoy a scenic drive and thought I looked like a friend of a friend or something I didn't know but at that point I was starting to think about the situation a little more critically I continued taking a twisting turning meandering path taking this road and then turning onto that heading north south west east then I came across the van again again they were heading in my direction and I pulled alongside them the driver rolled down his window and leaned out he was a late 20s white man with a few inches of goatee and a baseball cap he had a large smile plastered across his face again I stopped my bike and looked at him waiting for him to say something and he just looked at me for a good 30 seconds now 30 seconds doesn't sound like a long time does it but you go flag down a stranger and then just stare at them for 30 seconds and you'll realize that in that kind of a situation 30 seconds is a lifetime finally he spoke and said hey do you know David Crist the same question this time there was no smile on his face he stared at me and I was thinking to myself is he joking does he really not remember asking me the same question 20 minutes ago is he just being funny is he high is he drunk after a moment I told him that I still didn't know anyone by the name of David Crist and I pedaled off down the road it's at that time that I realized exactly and how remote of an area I was I peered down the road I was on and didn't see a house on its entire length I was flanked by a cornfield on one side and a forest on the other I looked over my shoulder and saw the van slowly driving down the road behind me it couldn't be a coincidence that I came across this van three times now not with me taking random roads heading different directions it made no sense why anyone driving would take that same maze of roads the only thing they could have been doing was just driving around but why would they stop me and ask the same question twice it was quite strange and I was beginning to become a little concerned I decided to begin to head back toward the town center I pedaled hard and the gravel road ahead of me continued with the bend to the right as I neared the fork who should come around the bend but the same van I gripped my pocketknife which I always take with me on rides like this just in case and then realized all they would have to do is run me down with the van and I would be in serious trouble as the van drew closer I was ready to jump off and run into the cornfields the van slowed down as it approached me and the driver rolled his window down and leaned out again but this time I didn't stop writing I increased my speed even though I knew I could never outrun the van if they gave chase I looked over my shoulder and saw the van sitting in the middle of the road I took the right fork and continued on the gravel road until I could no longer see the van behind the cornrows and then I stopped I got off my bike and crept along the corn field until I was at its edge I peeked down the road I had just been on the van was in the distance driving away from me I ran back to my bike and then as soon as the van was entirely out of sight I turned around and took the left fork along the dirt path I rode as fast as I could knowing that if the people in the van had nefarious things in mind and if they caught me on this dirt path flanked by cornfields and far from an area that anyone would come across us that would be the time that they would move in on me my ruse worked or perhaps the van was never after me at all and I made it the rest of the way to the town centre without seeing them again when I got home later that day I was still replaying the events in my head and the name David Crist kept creeping through my mind was David Crist someone famous I wondered like a musician should I have known David Crist I decided to google the name I tried a couple of different spellings for Crist but it was the C R ist spelling that revealed a terrifying result I came across a newspaper article from Knoxville Tennessee the article explained how a man named David Crist had turned himself in after stabbing another man at a gas station in 2013 the article included a photo of this criminal David Crist and I believe it was the same man that was driving the van add a baseball cap and a few inches of a goatee and the man in the van was a dead ringer for David Crist I did an inmate search of Knox County and there was no David Crist in the inmate population somehow David Krista scaped or maybe he was never convicted as I couldn't find any articles about sentencing in less than two years after attacking the guy for some reason he had made his way the Michigan why was he driving along these back roads who was the woman in the passenger seat and why did he keep asking if I knew of him do I know David Crist yes I do now this story happened about a year ago and it was pretty out there even for me I was about 20 at the time that this occurred and I am a female so last year I moved back in with my dad after having lived out of state for some time at the time my stepmom the little half-sister stepbrother Jay and his girlfriend kin and her child Lila were also all living there too my stepmom has a way of just letting people live in my dad's house and my dad has no balls and doesn't say anything until something big happens which it always inevitably does so not long after I moved in my step-brother was kicked out for illegal activity but camelina stayed with us I think to my stepmom cam was this perfect person and I don't really know just for a sidenote Lila was cams daughter but not my stepmothers kid no relation at all now cam was about 18 at the time and Lila was a little over to Cameron I became loose friends because we were living together and I would help babysit Lila when can had to go to work eventually we both got boyfriends she started dating a guy she met at work and I started dating someone who I knew from high school I thought her new boyfriend was great but the terms of him visiting were kind of weird he was legitimately visiting his girlfriend who was living in her ex-boyfriends parents house kind of weird but whatever so little by little I start noticing that my stuff was disappearing small stuff at first like socks or panties mainly thongs the kind of stuff you just assumed gets lost in the wash but then my perfume started to go missing suddenly jackets dresses shoes and jeans and bras were also missing now sometimes I would find these things in her room and other times she would suddenly appear with them after I mentioned not being able to find something on days I would come home and find a large amount of stuff missing kam would make up wild stories about Jai breaking into our house when no one was home to steal girls clothes yep she tried to get me to believe them even went as far as bending out of a window screen and breaking the window lock to try and prove this this honestly wasn't the most extreme thing cam did to try and get me to believe her insane stories eventually we got into a big argument because my brand-new car had been messed with and I basically accused cam of going through my car and taking my stuff now while cam was younger I was somewhat scared of her I am very thin and petite so I don't put up much of a fight but cam was taller and stronger and had already struck me on occasions prior to this so in retrospect any angry accusation was probably a bad idea since it was just us one of her friends home cammed threatened to beat me senseless among other colorful things and i eventually backed off and left things went back to normal for a day or so until one night cam literally freaked out because her boyfriend was out of town and I was hanging out with my own boyfriend so she had nobody to give her attention now when I say freak out I mean cameras started claiming she was pregnant by her boyfriend in an attempt to make him come home problem was Cam's boyfriend was going to school to be a doctor I knew that since she was still recovering from a personal medical condition it was literally impossible for her to be pregnant especially not the amount of weeks she was trying to say she was so he cooled me and had me searched the house for a suppose in pregnancy test which is disgusting by the way but I couldn't find one so he confronted cam over the phone about it and she admitted that she was lying because she wanted him to come home I'm going to add that he had been gone for less than six hours at this point and that he was visiting family only a few hours away so he told cam he'd be back in a couple of days and things seemed to settle down cam seemed to calm down and I went to bed later that night Cam's boyfriend called me again going on about how can had cooled him threatening the to kill herself unless he came home right then and there but that his car was messed up and it was about 1:00 a.m. and nobody was going to give him a two-hour ride back home right now so why go into cams room and she's laying on her bed in the dark and she has a pill bottle in her hand she's rambling about how she wants to die and that she wants her boyfriend and that if he doesn't come she will just kill herself and she doesn't care that lion-o won't have a mother well life freaked out wake up my stepmom who basically yells at kam to throw up any of the pill she's taken and then goes back to bed great family right so yet again kam admits about lying about the pills and was just hoping her boyfriend would come home to get her as if he thought she was going to kill herself he'd have to come Ben and their foolproof plan right well he didn't come obviously and cam cause Jay to come pick her up um rides off with him leaving Leila behind I put Lila in my parents room in her playpen and then I left because I was done but apparently Jay dropped cam back off later and her boyfriend who had finally gotten a ride into town finds kam cheating on him with Jay they got into a fight and then I guess kam started with the whole suicide thing again so her boyfriend called the police and had her Baker acted which is basically when they look up people threatening self-harm in the psych ward for 72 hours to get them to calm down all right here is the point where it gets kind of crazy so after cam got Baker acted myself and two friends went through Cam's room and found a lot of missing stuff from all of us hidden away and sometimes even stuffed in Leila's diaper bags or toy boxes one of the friends also warned me and they went and showed me that cam had mixed a tropical ingredient I was severely allergic to in my body wash which could have hospitalized me for that kind of exposure cam had also peed in my shampoo and body spray but blue dye in my toothpaste in an attempt to dye my mouth blue and put green dye in my conditioner in an attempt to get me fired for having unnatural haircolor thankfully I hadn't showered at home in two days so none of it ever got used the toothpaste I had noticed beforehand and went ahead and replaced both that and my toothbrush without using it which turned out to be a good thing because cam had also supposedly thrown my toothbrush in the toilet but here's the icing on the cake cam worked at the hospital and had somehow gotten her hands on one of those drinks that you empty into someone's cup and then that goes on to empty their entire system ie an extremely powerful laxative I think it's one of the ones that they make you have just before a colonoscopy she had planned to put it in my next drink next time I left it out just to make me really sick because I accused her rightfully so of stealing my stuff cam also tried to tell people that my boyfriend was coming on to her and talking to her behind my back which was a complete lie the amount of charges I would have filed against this girl was insane but I opted not to because my dad and stepmom while thinking it was serious didn't think it would be morally right since cam was obviously not okay in there I was also pretty pissed that cams friends had waited until cam had gotten locked up to tell me all about this stuff and would have knowingly let me get sick and possibly die because of what cam was tampering me but if you think it ends there you're wrong the day before she got released from the psych ward cam had been calling me and the same two friends were begging us to come and collect her on the day that she was getting released however we all agreed that it was not in our best interest to do so so lo and behold her release day comes and nobody shows up to collect her I must have had eight or nine missed calls on my cell phone alone from her and I have no idea just how many times she decided to ring the other girls one of the other friends did text me though and say that she had finally given in and called the psych ward but by the time she called they told her that cam had apparently left with a random guy who had a family member in the psych ward the friend also warned me that cam was probably going to try and come to my house which was the same friend who had been in on the tampering of my items and stealing of my stuff so I was a little torn on whether or not to believe her but I decided to go around the house locking all the doors and windows and closing all the curtains and blinds I seriously doubted she would be dumb enough to come to my house after my parents had called the psych ward and told them that she was no longer welcome at our address and that when she was released they needed to make sure she went to her mother's house a few towns over as we had already sent all of her stuff back to her mother that's still the same I wanted the house to be secure since I was home alone well either cam didn't get the memo about not being allowed at my house or she just got it but just didn't give a [ __ ] it's about 10 o'clock in the morning and I am sitting in the bathroom straightening my hair when all of a sudden I hear someone legitimately pounding on the front door it startled me so badly I dropped my incredibly hot straightener on my foot it wasn't just a one time hit and then it stopped the pounding continued on without end almost rhythmically now my bathroom is on the other side of the house from the front door so once I recovered from the initial shop I flipped off the bathroom lights and ran into my bedroom my theory was that if the house looked empty maybe cam would just give up then go back to her own home my car was in the driveway sure but I often left my car behind to write carpool with coworkers or my boyfriend would pick me up to go out it was probably naive of me to think that she would just give up but you can't blame a girl for hoping well pretty soon cams pounding became relentless and she started yelling as she was pounding being on the other side of the house I couldn't make out most of what cam was saying but I was really hoping the doors held up to her fists we had those stupid mostly glass double doors at the front and I was beginning to wonder if cam was just considering breaking the glass in order to get him so I frantically started texting my stepmom and dad asking them what I should do of course there is absolutely no reply since they were both of work and were over an hour away from the house so basically I'm full-on panicking trying to decide if I should hide and wait it out or call the police my boyfriend worked night shifts so he was still asleep and I felt completely and utterly alone like I had never felt so terrified all alone at once the feeling was pretty indescribable well after about 20 minutes of relentless pounding it stops and I think that perhaps cam has given up I started to stand up from where I had been crouched when suddenly I heard my name being called she started yelling saying that she knew I was in there and to open the bloody door followed by another barrage of pounding but this time it was coming from my bedroom window cam was literally feet away from me only separated by a thin glass window which thankfully was covered by a very heavy curtain I was already beginning to think that she would smash through that window just because she assumed I was in there and had not replied to her at all cam there moved to the side of the house and tried the bathroom window and then switched back to the front door in record time she must have been running laps around the house in order to put it off this went on for another 20 minutes or so and I was beginning to wonder if the windows were going to be able to manage her assault for much longer then suddenly it got really quiet her yelling turned into soft whining like she was going to cry she called my name again asking for me to let her in she said we were friends I don't understand why you're doing this she started to say something else but then she started laughing an evil sickening laugh like she couldn't keep the act up anymore and then fell completely silent taking advantage of the silence I moved out into the kitchen so that I could have access to an escape route should I need one you see my kitchen is at the center of the house from the kitchen I could easily get to my garage door to the front door and the patio deck doors not only this but I could easily get to what was once Cam's room which also had a door to a patio deck in it now I didn't dare try running for my parents room as I would have had to pass the front doors in order to get there but I was really wishing I could because that's where all the guns were not that I would have shot him but it would have been very nice to feel at least somewhat protected suddenly this silence gave way to the loud slam of the back gate and then I realized that cam is now on the patio deck I held my breath as cam went and checked every door including the one that went into her former bedroom she actually spent a fair amount of time on this one I guess hoping it would break loose or something well maybe there was some trick to try and get it open that I didn't know about but when that didn't work cam began screaming she wasn't really saying anything just yelling out sounds it was honestly quite eerie and I remember feeling like I was in some twisted horror movie I hear a heavy metal patio furniture getting thrown around and the sound of glass shatter as one of the tables connected with the concrete there were also a couple of splashes as the table and some of the chairs ended up in the pool I thought for sure a chair was going to come flying through the sliding glass door at any minute but then as quickly as it had started it stopped and I heard the back gate slam shut it had gotten silent again until I heard a strange scratching sound it took me a minute to realize what it was but at that moment I realized cam had begun to fiddle with the windows in the bathroom that was attached to her old bedroom it was one of those foggy shower windows that are somewhat small and closer to the ceiling than your average window in an instant I realized cam had probably dragged a chair to stand on it in order to reach the window I knew it was not done I hadn't made sure that window was locked hadn't I I suddenly began to panic as I realized I couldn't remember if I had checked that window or not not to mention cam had already broken this log once so who's to say she couldn't have done it again but I could still hear her huffing and yelling in frustration so I was hoping she was struggling with it and wouldn't be able to break it a second time I had now moved back and was cowered directly under the next door to the room that led into the garage this one was the one place that was close to an exit was also providing decent cover from every window I thought safer knowing she could not see me here but also knowing that I had an escape room right there if I needed it it had gotten quiet again and I desperately yet stupidly hoped that this time cam might have really given up I pictured her huffing and stomping back to whoever was waiting for her and telling them to just drive her home to her mother's house my stomach turned as I suddenly felt sick as I realize she could have helped it will explain her getting around the house so fast and the ability to throw such heavy furniture I had completely forgotten that there was some random guy out there with her I began to feel even more scared than I had before and the need to run for it that he might be waiting out there somewhere to grab me and I began to rethink my escape plan and started to think that perhaps hiding was better all of this was interrupted when I heard the single most terrifying sound I had ever heard up till that point you see the handle on the door that led to what had formerly been cams room had gone broken the night of her insanity and you now had to fiddle with it to get it to open as the doorknobs didn't line up properly and that was the sound I was hearing someone was shaking the door no ever so softly in quietly but forcefully trying to get the door open I strained my ears as cam struggled with the doorknob before finally a small click she succeeded in opening the door and I realized with terror that I was now in the house with cam and I had no idea if she was armed or what she would do if she found me cowering in the corner by the door or if she had that guy with her in weren't respect I really had no idea on much of anything without waiting another second I burst through the garage door whilst simultaneously slamming my hand on the button to raise door I tucked him rolled under the door before it had risen completely scraping my knee in the process and as I got to my feet I saw a huge beefy guy standing by a truck near the edge of the driveway watching me he began to take a step towards me and I took off running I sprinted between houses and up onto the golf course where I was literally in the middle of all the golfers not that they gave two shits about a girl half dressed crying once there i called 9-1-1 and collapsed on the golf course as i waited for the police to show up they came in without sirens and asked me to walk up to the gatehouse at the front of the neighborhood to meet me before they searched my house as I walked up toward the gatehouse I saw a truck driving out of the neighborhood and the guy driving kind of tipped his head in my direction and sped up past the cops they happened too fast for meeting as a license-plate number and when I told the police they sent a singular cop car after the guy but as far as I know with no license plate name or much of a description other than white male driving a white truck they never caught the guy unfortunately this is where it gets anticlimactic my stepmom showed up having read my text but didn't respond she flew in the neighborhood past me and the cops when she was soon followed by Jay I was told they went in the house and found kam ransacking my room while brandishing a kitchen knife they can't her down and then my stepmom went outside my boyfriend had showed up at this point so he drove me back up to the house behind the police who was still fully prepared to search when the police strode up to the driveway in to search the house my stepmom made up some lie about how she had told cam she was allowed to go to the house that she'd forgotten to tell her about it and that I had overreacted because of the way cam acted the other night and that I was prone to anxiety and being overdramatic blah blah blah it was all [ __ ] basically it was all a lie a crock of [ __ ] I was furious and have never wanted to hit my stepmom more than I wanted to that day she basically made me look like a complete idiot to the cops my stepmom had Jerry take cam to her mom's house and the cops basically treated me like I was a waste of their time and the stupid kid that called the cops they told me with something like that check with your family first before calling us next time and left as if I hadn't sent multiple texts to both my stepmom and dad the cops around here aren't known for being amazing anyway and they basically proved to me how incompetent they were that day as for cam well she got away with it all she cyberstalked me for a while on Facebook and Instagram nothing threatening but made sure she knew what I was up to and made sure I knew that she knew one day about a month later she actually did come back to the house to let my stepmom babysit Lila and while she was in the house she and her friends stole more of my [ __ ] just to prove that she could I suppose supposedly she was telling people I didn't deserve the things I had and that she didn't feel bad taking my stuff because I had too much stuff that I didn't deserve after that one though my stepmom told her not to come to the house anymore and cut off most contact with her recently I heard cam con some guy into marrying her after dating her for about a month and they moved across the country to be near his family ironically they moved into a town literally 45 minutes from where my biological mother lives so I guess there is a small chance I could see her again but I haven't heard anything from her in almost a year her friends still live around here and occasionally say [ __ ] to me or try and stir up problems but I recently moved in with my boyfriend so cam no longer knows where I live and I've changed my phone number I deleted all my social networks except for reddit but did take an extended leave from my account and that is pretty much it I really hope never to meet that psychopath again my name is Alissa and I am sharing with you a very personal story of mine I can honest to God right hand on the Bible say that everything you are about to hear is 100% true I know everyone who says that makes it kind of hard to believe but I wish I was just making up a story purely for attention but these things I am going to tell you truly happened to me when I was younger I never fully believed in ghosts or anything like that because I had never witnessed anything paranormal with my own two eyes so I always had my doubts I wasn't a total um believer but I suppose you could have considered me a skeptic but all of that changed when I had to live in a house where I was terrorized by spirits I've always been very into the paranormal world because it's always piqued my interest especially when you're listening to other people's ghost stories or watching a scary ghost movie on the TV it's all very cool to hear when it's not your own story and it's not new personally having the terrifying things happen to you I never talked about this to anyone because I hate having to relive the nightmare and pure hell I went through every day while living in an old house of this wasn't easy for me it sounds silly but until you have experienced to the absolute terror and fear of living in an extremely active house you won't ever know just how much it can take a toll on someone I lived in a small three-bedroom house here in a small little town by the name of Troy in Missouri it's just too small out in the middle of nowhere little city everyone pretty much knew every room rumors would usually spread very quickly in high school just one of those kind of towns we had a cute of a house that was on the corner of Main Street when you walked out the front door and stepped onto the porch the nice view you got with a massive towns cemetery right smack dab across the street from our house so you can only imagine the first thought that came to my mind when we pulled up to the house that we were going to move into when I saw that the cemetery was no more than 30 steps from our front yard I thought great this place is most definitely haunted although at the time I was just joking with myself but the cuteness and coziness of the home itself was enough to get my mind off even possibly being haunted I finally had my own bedroom after living with my grandma and grandpa at their small cramped house my sister and I had to share a room over there as well as with numerous previous houses we lived in we always shared a room with each other she is almost 8 years old to the nine so I had absolutely no say or had any part in decorating our bedroom she was the oldest so she made the rules but how the room should look she didn't want my paramour Papa Roach in Lincoln Park posted plasters over the wall so I had to settle with little Wayne John Cena and Jersey Shore pictures all over four years definitely not my sort of taste in music or television but we finally had our own bedrooms so I could actually decorate and have my room the way that I wanted and nobody did tell me that I couldn't have the things I wanted on my own walls and whatnot that and I finally had my own privacy and my own personal area I could go to when I felt I needed to escape or distance myself from my family it was nice at first we all seem to be pretty content with the house and how things were coming along there was about a week or two after we moved into the house that something weird began to happen my room was all set up how I wanted my parents had just finished hanging pictures on the wall and painting and making last-minute adjustments to the place making it look all nice and tried to make it feel as much like home as possible I had come home from school one afternoon and my parents had both worked together in a big warehouse type place at the time so they worked off the loans they were usually home by the time dinner needed to start being made but I almost always came home from school to an empty home I would generally be home alone for a few hours until both my parents came home or at least until my older sister came home from being out with her friends and partying the night before I remember one specific day when I came home from school alone I put my school bag down on the back of the kitchen chairs and went to the fridge to look for something to eat I went and sat on the couch in the living room and turned on the television and just sat and relaxed for a few minutes watching whatever stupid reality show I was into around that time and snacked on my chips I remember feeling like there was someone watching me from across the room like as if someone was standing in the corner of the living room and just staring at me I don't know what it was but something was urging me to look over in the direction of where I felt this presence I heard a voice yell in the back of my head look at me but it wasn't my voice so when I finally gained the courage to look over that way I saw these terrifying two glowing red eyes from the shadows just looking at me I was so afraid that I was paralyzed from fear I couldn't talk I couldn't scream as I wanted to I couldn't do anything but just stare back at whatever was staring at me I had never felt that kind of pure intense fear to where I was literally paralyzed it couldn't have been more than 10 to 15 seconds that I was looking at those red eyes from the dark corner but it felt like hours I finally pride myself off the couch and sprinted down the hallway into my bedroom lock the door when called by mother cellphone at work she tried to calm me down as best she could with just her voice ugh the phone but when she realized I was genuinely terrified and sobbing like a damn baby she told me that her and dad would wrap up a work and head home so I stayed locked up in my bedroom until they both arrived 45 minutes later little did I know that this was simply the beginning of our story it was about a month after that incident that I came home from school yet again all alone and I had already almost forgotten about what had happened just weeks before being wrapped up in Peyer was of homework trying to catch up on my assignments and everything else it was just kind of pushed into the back of my mind i sat at the dining room table and was playing games on my laptop when I heard what sounded like my mum's voice calling out my name from the downstairs in the basement I was super confused because I thought she was at work in fact I knew she was at work so I carefully and cautiously got up from the table an inch to my way around the corner to where the basement stairs are off the dining room around the corner a little bit I then heard my mom again call out my name now Lissa at this time it sounded like she was struggling with something like she needed help carrying laundry baskets of the stairs or something she just had a sound in her tone of voice as in that she needed assistance so I walked down the first couple of steps to where I could kind of peek around the corner to verify if anyone was actually down there something just felt off about the voice even though it was clearly my mother's voice every single hair on my body was standing straight on end I think it knew that something was wrong I just had a really weird feeling about the situation and to my shock I saw nobody down there at all by a book to back up the steps grab the house phone and ran out the back door I stood at the end of the driveway and called my dad's cell phone my heart sank into the depths of my stomach when I heard my mother answer his phone hey sweetie what's up she asked me I literally remember feeling as if I was almost ready to throw up I was so scared if I was actually talking to my mother on the phone then who was calling my name from the basement why did it just sound like my mum or what would I have seen if I actually went all the way down the stairs fully after that experience I was way too scared to come home from school and be alone after that so for the next few weeks my parents had my grandma who lived a few neighborhoods over come pick me up from school every day and he just stayed at the house with me until my parents came home or bought me over to her house where her and my dad would pick me up from over there when they got off work I thought so much better and much calmer when I had some they're with me not scary-ass house I didn't feel like anything was there when someone else was there with me it was almost like what I was in the house like scaring me when I was alone and vulnerable but one day my grandma wasn't able to pick me up from school because she was a nurse and had gotten called in to work at the emergency room so I found myself all alone in their house until my parents got off work I don't remember anything that happened that day but I was most definitely on edge the whole time waiting on my parents to pull up to the driveway one night I was sleeping and I was awoken up out of a dead deep sleep for some unknown reason I sat up in my bed stretched out a little bit and rubbed my eyes I looked over at my alarm clock and remember it being somewhere around 3:20 a.m. I was so confused as to why I was awake at this god-awful hour of the night so I sat up at the edge of my bed then was going to go to the kitchen to get something to drink and then go right back to bed when I was about to stand up and walk out of my bedroom I heard the sound of heavy footsteps walking up and down the hallway the whole hallway then kitchen was all hardwood floors and it sounded like big heavy boots were walking just back and forth from my bedroom door down to my parents bedroom and then back to mine again it steadily did this for about two minutes I was trying to figure out why one of my parents were awake and why they were just walking back and forth through the house at such hours of the night when I got to my bedroom door and went to reach and open the door I [ __ ] you not my door handle began shaking like someone was trying to open the door but it was locked in the handle jiggling the door handle and jiggling it very violently causing the entire daughter rattle it scared the absolute hell out of me and I jumped back and shrieked I guess my mom who was the heavy asleep in the world heard me and ran to check what was wrong I told her what was happening and she just shrugged it off and tried telling me I was half-asleep and that everything was fine that I was just imagining things but I know I wasn't imagining things I know what I saw I know what I heard and of course no one believed me she wasn't awake to hear what I heard and it made me really angry to know that she did not believe me when I explained it to her the activity after that died down for a long time it was so nice to come home and not have to worry about something creepy happening to me I was beginning to think I was starting to go crazy since I had experienced what I previously did and then nothing else had happened after that was comfortable in my own home I actually felt safe being there but all that changed pretty quickly it was like just as soon as I thought it was all over they came back with a vengeance stronger than it was before I was taking a shower one evening and my mother was downstairs doing laundry and my dad was out in the garage working on his car I had the bottom door completely shut and nobody would have just walked in on me in the anyway with there being only one bathroom in the house if anyone needed to relieve themselves during my shower time they would have knocked first before waltzing right on in there I was just about done showering when I felt a really cold breeze it passed me it was such a strong breeze that I remember the shower curtain actually moved as if someone opened up the bathroom door and then shut it really fast and the wind of the doors closing waived the curtains a little bit but when I peeked out into the bathroom no one was there I hurried up and finished up in there but I got that immediate feeling of being watched once again as I went to bend down to shut off the water I heard this really deep super creepy masculine cackle like loud and it was the scariest thing I've heard in my entire life my whole body was covered in grease bones I ran out of there with just a towel wrapped around my body and went straight across the hall into my bedroom all I could do was sit there and just cry I literally was beginning to feel like I was going crazy at this point nobody believed me and I was the only one experiencing this [ __ ] whatever was in the house was targeting me and only me I didn't understand why this was all happening to me but all I wanted was for it to stop I hated being in their house all alone and I didn't want to have this [ __ ] happen to me anymore I was tired of it I was starting to go into this really deep depression and I felt so alone so I had a friend stay a few nights with me one weekend and I had told her a lot about what had been going on son moved in and she wanted to see what I was talking about she believed me but she wanted to see it for herself she was super into ghosts in the spirit world I was just really worried that whatever this thing was wasn't going to do anything while she was here with me and for her to believe that I was crazy too we cuddled up together on the living-room couch my parents have gone out with some friends this night in particular and my sister wasn't there my two brothers were with my grandma so it was just my friend and I alone in the house I remember we were watching the new remake of Friday the 13th we had a big bowl of popcorn right between us and I remember the PAR had come on the movie and it was a bit of a jump scare my friend jumped so hard the entire bowl of popcorn went everywhere we laughed about it for a solid 5 minutes and then I went to grab the trash bag then clean up the big pieces while she went to fetch the vacuum cleaner I didn't see it in the whole closet where it usually was so I told her it might be downstairs since my mom was doing some cleaning earlier that morning so she went downstairs to go look for it and not even 10 seconds after she'd gone downstairs I heard her scream she sprinted up the stairs and I was standing at the top of the stairs wondering what she was screaming for and she ran right into me she was running so fast at the stairs she had tears streaming down her face but I could see the pure terror and just sheer fear in her eyes I asked her what the hell happened and what she told me send chills down my spine still to this day just as I recount this it gives me goosebumps she told me she was looking for the vacuum and once she went to grab it she heard something in the other part of the basement so she went to peek around the corner to see what it was and she told me she looked around the corner and she saw this thick black misty smoky human-like figure just floating a few inches off the ground in the back corner of the basement she said it had absolutely no facial features but it looked like a normal full-body apparition they had a head upper and lower body legs and everything a human should have except no facial features whatsoever and it just kind of hovered but it was more like a mist that you could see through she said when she blinked it literally vaporized into thin air and vanished she was so scared then that's when I heard her scream and then she ran up the stairs I just looked at her and told her this is exactly what I was telling you about I told her that I was so sorry it happened to her and that if she wanted to go home that she could and I would completely understand she said no and that she didn't want to leave me alone after the ordeal so we kind of just toughed out the rest of the night together and hid in my bedroom with the door shut and turned the TV off that night when it was time for bed we laid down together on my bed and started to drift off to sleep somehow we both woke up and showed up out of bed at the exact same time from the both of us hearing a weird noise coming from outside my bedroom window we both just looked at each other and she said did you hear that I noted my head yeah when we got up out of bed and walked towards the window while we both heard sounded like a super creepy growling sound it sounded totally inhuman it was completely evil it was a noise that you can only imagine coming from a warthog and kind of like a lion's roar I don't even know what words to use that could have described just exactly what we heard but I pulled my curtains back from the window and we both peered out into the dark night what we both saw will forever stick with her and I until the day we die there was a really weird looking stick type figure thing that's the best way I can describe what it looked like it was tall lanky all black the way it walked across the street on the glow of the street light was very eerie it took the biggest steps each time moon and it was sort of like a cartoonish type movement like when a cartoon character tiptoes to sneak up on someone and it takes super wide and totally non realistic giant steps that's how this thing was walking across the street it looked like just a tall big thin squiggly electrical figure it was by far the craziest thing we ever seen we hid back in the bed and didn't come out from under the covers until morning we still to this day have absolutely no idea what the hell we were looking that night her and I are still very much close friends and when we hang out together and talk about old memories if that house is brought up in conversation we always remember that creature like thing we saw walking into the cemetery that one night and even though we can joke they laugh about it now it still gives us the chills just thinking back to that terrifying night we experienced all of that together now that we're much older we've actually sat down and tried to debunk what we've seen and we've tried so hard to make sense of it and we just can't no matter what we try to trick ourselves we could have seen we both know exactly what it was and what it was not living in their house for the entire year and a half that I did was absolute hell for me I have been scratched pushed had my hair fall I woke up in the middle of the night with a burning sensation on my leg and when I pulled the blanket back to see what was hurting I could clearly see a bite mark on my ankle and it wasn't a normal bite mark Pat Anita whatever actually physically fit me very hard and sharp with jagged teeth the indentations in my skin were just tiny little dots in the shape of a pattern of teeth like an actual bite mark so to even try imagining the things my friends saw in the basement but with super sharp and pointy teeth absolutely terrifies me to the core we moved out of that house after living there for a year and a half there was one evening it was a Sunday dinner and we were having it in my grandparents house and somehow that house got brought up in conversation over the dinner table and I asked my mum if she remembers the day I called her and asked her about the voice I heard coming from the basement that it sounded just like her voice calling my name and she immediately once so pale in the face I asked her what was wrong then she said yeah I do remember that well I'm sorry for telling you I didn't believe you were those times I asked her what exactly she meant then she told me that one day she was sitting at the dinner room table at the computer and she heard exactly what sounded like her father's voice calling her from the basement she said she heard his voice very distinct a raspy yell Stacy from down there while she was all alone in the house one day she never told me about it when we lived there and she continued to tell me all about her own personal experiences she had in that house it made me so mad because everyone in their house literally made me feel like I was going crazy because I thought I was the only one experiencing this [ __ ] happening in that house but my mum was having the exact same stuff happen to her she just never told me because she didn't want to scare me any more than I already had been so she just left it alone and never told anyone about it until years later I'm now 21 and I still think about this house from time to time this is the most I've thought about it in a very long time now and it's almost like every time I bring it up I get such an off feeling I don't know how to describe it but I hate talking about that place I never had anything paranormal happened to me before moving into that house I experienced a whole new level of belief after living in that portal to Hell I strolled right by it from time to time then every time I do it's almost always put back up for rent people don't stay there any longer than three to six months this takes place around Christmastime when I was 13 years old do the math and that was around 2008 my aunt always had a way of going all-out for Christmas with countless decorations lights and little Christmas trees her crowning achievement though was the eight-foot tree in her sunroom outside each year she decorated with over 300 ornaments and what seemed like miles of light the best part was that it rotated in the tree stand her house was really something around that time of year it's important that I tell you this because I need you to understand how important this was to her my brother and I mostly me for being honest had told her we would help her decorate that year neither of us had any idea what we're getting ourselves into over the next three days I was wrapping things in Garland untangling lights and getting things from the Attic this all took place between 8:00 or 9:00 in the morning to about 8:00 that nights so yeah a full workday once the day was over I'd head home which was within shouting distance eat a late dinner and attempt to go to bed I'd say attempt because for whatever reason that my body wasn't having it I continually drifted in and out of sleep never really reaching that deep slumber give me to rest I would end up staying up until 5:00 or 6:00 in the morning before finally falling out from here exhaustion I'm sure this left me with about two to three hours of sleep before heading back over there and helping my aunt all day over those three days I got maybe eight hours of sleep on the night of the third day though my body had enough we were finished decorating so I headed home skipped dinner and went straight to bed I didn't turn on the TV listen to music nothing I just went to bed before I knew it I was asleep I woke up some 12 hours later the next day now when I say that's I don't mean I got up stretched and was ready to greet the morning I mean my body woke up I was still in bed not really ready to face the day so I continued laying there soon after I felt something crawled over my legs at the foot of my bed I didn't think anything of it because our cat gizmo loved is sleeping on my dirty clothes and my closet was right at the foot of my bed if I weren't half asleep my body would have recognized that it wasn't our tank gizmo cats don't weigh that much looking back I can only equate the feeling to someone stepping over you while you're in a sleeping bag camping like I felt the blankets compressed around my leg meter where the steps were I hope that makes sense anyway soon after this I felt something grabbing on my right ankle keep in mind I was lying on my stomach it wasn't a hard grab it was actually pretty gentle but soon it began pulling me back somehow my sleeping brain didn't register just how insane this whole situation was so I just shook my foot and the feeling dissipated only seconds later though it started on my other ankle again a soft grab and in the tongue my foot started lifting from the bed before again I just shook it away finally I felt both of my ankles getting grabbed and the polling began there's a bit harder this time but for some reason I allowed it to go on much longer writing this out still gives me goose bumps to this day my entire body began slowly moving down the bed I know it sounds insane but I can feel my shirt rolling up underneath me as I was being pulled closer to my closet finally something in my rational mind clicked and I gel titta wait can scurry to the back wall where the head of my bed was with my knees pulled to my chest I can still remember what I saw to this day it was an all white face with deep black eyes ever symbol Dan abyss its mouth hung open and it too was black as tar looked angry I think it's so strange as something that had no pupils could express such emotion but I remembered looking straight at me letting out an otherworldly scream it was deep and rumbly while being breathy and high-pitched at the same time it's incredibly hard to describe I'm not afraid to admit that I screamed not only did I scream I screamed for my mom I had no idea what she would do but at that moment it was all I could muster the face vanished as soon after that and I left the room when I eventually returned I remember looking around the doorway and into the closet to make sure it wasn't in there luckily it never was as I've grown up I learned about sleep paralysis and thought for a while this could have been what I experienced but I'm not sure I was able to shake it off him and I've had a handful of sleep paralysis episodes later in life that were nothing like this I'm not sure what was on the land before my uncle bought it but I feel like there may have been something residing there maybe not necessarily evil but very angry my first experience with sleep paralysis wasn't as eventful as others I know some people have talked about seeing things in their room something on their chest or even being touched but that didn't happen to me mine was fairly mild I was about 14 or 15 years old and had fallen asleep in my room watching something on television most likely ghost hunters some hours later I woke up but I didn't wake I'm sure anyone who's dealt with ESPE before knows what I mean I could feel the blanket over me here the low voices on the TV and tell I was in a very uncomfortable position when I tried to move I couldn't my heart immediately started racing in my young brain I convinced myself I've managed to somehow paralyze myself completely irrational I know but I was fairly I laid there for most likely only a minute or so before finally breaking out of it and waking up completely for some reason I wasn't as scared as I thought I should have been I mean not being able to move or break firm restraints is one of my biggest fears but for whatever reason it didn't really get to me I started googling not being able to move while awake and that's when I learned what SP was and that was it for a few years I didn't have a second episode until I was in my 20s and living with my wife in an apartment in Greensboro we moved there after graduating to go to college I ended up dropping out but that's beside the point she was working as a babysitter and I was working third shift at a Harris Teeter I had the following night off so I was at home working on stuff for my youtube-channel around 3:00 p.m. or so I was feeling a little drained so I decided on taking a nap until she got home around 5:45 or 6 p.m. I left my little closet studio and went to lay down in bed real quick I need to explain the layout of it we had three large windows on one side of our bedroom decide I slept on faced these windows and the bed itself was only a few feet from them behind me was the rest of the bedroom and a small hallway leading into our bathroom now I fell asleep rather quickly but I am a light sleeper so when I woke up to the sound of footsteps behind me I assumed it was my wife getting home from work I can't really explain how I heard these footsteps because the bedroom was all carpet but somehow I could hear the footsteps pressing down on it I went to turn around and greet her but I couldn't move great I thought this [ __ ] again no worries she'll come over and wake me up and all will be okay in the world that didn't happen the footsteps just continued but never seemed to get any closer they were always just near the edge of the bed this went on for what felt like an hour but eventually my eyes open and I quickly rolled over to see what was behind me there was nothing there hoping my wife had just made her way out of the room I headed out and went to the living room but I was alone in the house as a matter of fact when I eventually checked my phone my wife had texted me saying she was going to be late getting home so that would mean she hadn't come home and then left and that's what I heard she she was never there I never had another experience quite like that one but I have had a few more sleep paralysis episodes none have ever come close to that experience however 99% of the time it's just the feeling of something in the room with me this story isn't necessarily scary but just weird I've never been able to come across a rational conclusion to the whole thing it happened at my aunt's house sometime in the fall or early winter my uncle would go deer hunting around this time and my aunt who was in her 50s at the time and had it really bad nerve problems wanted someone to stay with her we lived on my uncle's land so it wasn't more than a three minute walk from my yard to hers I was maybe four or five years old and had my own room over there so I volunteered on top of this we always had a great time together I'd say it was the third or fourth day there that it happened I was in bed playing with my gameboy advance staying up much later than I should have been I can't say for sure what time it was but it had to have been after midnight as I was laying there I heard the silverware drawer in the kitchen slowing slide open at first I thought it was just my aunt getting a late snack so I hid the gameboy under my pillow what acted like I was asleep but then I heard something much more jarring don't do your kitchen take out your silverware drawer and shake it as hard as you can now imagine that sound in the middle of the night at five years old I was frozen in fear i sat there for a minute waiting for my aunt to walk by waiting for anything but I didn't see anything I only heard the sound of my aunt's snoring she was fast asleep she even had gone into the kitchen I mustered up my courage and headed out into the hallway to turn on the kitchen light as I turned the corner from the hallway into the kitchen I didn't see her or anyone for that matter it was reassuring and also terrifying in a way I knew we were the only two in the house so at least no one had broken in I walked over to the drawer and slid it open only to find that everything was in place nothing was even crooked I ran back to my room and hid under the covers before I finally fell back to sleep and if I told her about it and I only told my parents years afterward I'm not sure what it was but I've always thought there was something in her house there were many nights even when I was a teenager that I would see some sort of black mass creeping beside my doorway at the corner of my eye it could have been nothing but then again who knows people like happy they respond to happy sad is a different story one that's far shorter with fewer characters and less descriptors sad is in the thin leaf with you hide behind the brighter covers no one really wants to know what's there not even new sad is uncomfortable and so I was happy I had my work acquaintances the kind you make small talk with while wishing you can be anywhere else I had a few people I play video games with once or twice a week I had a cat beyond that my social circle was non-existent my only real friend was Harper and in the back of my mind I sometimes wondered if she only stuck around because she was my sister I never asked I was too worried about what her answer might have been I also didn't want to ruin the illusion smile laugh chitchat about the fluffy stuff keep it light and maybe you'll start to feel a little less dark that's why I told myself anyway if any would realize that it was a front a good portion of the time almost nobody said anything like I said sad is uncomfortable Harper and I talked a few times a week sometimes on video calls but mostly just over voice chat she tell me about her job some fancy sounding science gig that I'd never quite understood I'd tell her about mine editing local opinion pieces about how people who live near an airport which had existed before their neighborhood had been built hate at the airport we'd swap video games stories updates about friends her art my attempts at writing she was one of the few people that could make me laugh really genuinely laugh but sometimes after I was finished she'd go quiet for a moment and then ask the question I hated most so you're ok right sky my go-to was to scoff and reply of course why do you ask she never had a good reason just that I sounded off I brush her off with an excuse of being tired and end the call I wasn't about to burden the one person who actually made me feel less alone I used to turning on her and spilling my guts whenever I started to feel down now between her career and being a newlywed she had enough going on in her life without me adding to it and I had my cat Bjorn and bottles of wine what more could a girl ask for I was at a low point when it started dark thoughts dark apartment dishes and laundry piling up the only thing I really cared about was making sure Bjorn was still looked after giving him fresh food and water was what got me out of bed his playful mules and need for attention kept me out of it we sit together on the couch watching reruns of whatever was on while I nursed glass after glass of Moscato I just drained my latest cup and was already hearing the sirens call for more when rumbled happily when I moved him from my lap and got up to head to the kitchen i towed open the fridge door and started to reach for the wine something within the pale liquid moved I froze my fingers around the neck of the bottle and squinted I was admittedly already a bit tipsy and thought for a moment that had just been a trick of the lights until the wine sloshed again and a dark shape zipped upward from behind the label slowly I lifted the bottle from its spot on the shelf suddenly queasy with the thought that I've been drinking glorified cockroach bathwater a cockroach would have been preferable to what was actually swimming around in my wine whatever it was exactly the creature no bigger than my palm had long spindly tentacles that were caught somewhere between octopus and jellyfish as it propelled itself around little chunks of its flesh which was modded with decay were left floating in its wake i gagged and extended my arm to hold the wine and its inhabitant away from my face the sharp movement upset the thing and it launched itself at the side of the bottle toward me it spread its tentacles against the glass and pressed its underside to it revealing an all to human mouth that snapped and gashed its Brown teeth I shrieked and instinctively tossed the bottle away from me it hit the floor and shattered shards of glass and wine spread across the linoleum and I skittered backward frantically searching for the monster but he was nowhere to be seen after locking yarn in my room where he couldn't get near the mess I returned to the kitchen with a broom and held in both fists raised and ready to smash whatever had come out of the bottle just like before though all I found was wine and broken glass I cleaned the spot where it had fallen until my apartments stank of bleach and then looked through every cupboard and drawer I had I called on my hands and knees with a flashlight to peer under tables and chairs I never found the little octo monster I took solace in another bottle of wine after thoroughly checking it out before I opened it until I didn't have to think about it anymore when I woke up with the nasty hangover the next day it seemed pretty clear that I had overdone the drinking and my experience had been a result of my overindulgence embarrassing to say the least and waste of perfectly good wine it was also a reminder of how bleak things were starting the scene I'd become that woman keeps her cat in the room so she can say she isn't drinking alone instead of being the wake-up call I might have needed it just made me feel worse I was failing I didn't even know at what exactly just that I was I skipped the call with Harper that night when she followed up with a text to see if I was okay I told her I wasn't feeling well and I'd gone to bed early it wasn't a lie I was already buried beneath my covers all the lights in my bedroom switched off as soon as I hit sin I placed the phone facedown on the nightstand and rolled over to stare at the wall I drifted in and out of sleep I guess but while I was awake I wondered how long I could stay there before anyone noticed a day a week would anyone but my sister even care I didn't feel like I would so why should they a tight heavy feeling crept into my chest an oppressive ache that made me want to cry and scream but at the same time made it too hard to do so I flipped onto my back and inhaled a shaky breath to try and chase it away the shuddering sigh echoed from under my bed i sat upright covers clutched to my chest the sign had turned to breathing deep and ragged and something dragged across the floorboard it sounded like the orange Claus but heavier much heavier the breathing was getting louder and my king-sized bed frame jumped slightly the dragging sound was moving I realized through the white fog of fear in my head it was slowly going from directly beneath me off to one side and the closer I got to the edge the quicker and more eager it was becoming alcohol more now pitifully his cries sent me reeling out of bed I jumped as far as I could hit the wall and tumbled out into the hall where Lorne was waiting I slammed the door shut behind me and scooped up the cab before running into the living room where I quickly realized I left my phone on the nightstand with no landline I had no way to call for help without leaving the apartment and knocking on the neighbours doors the more I thought about it though the crazier it sounded how can I explain that there was a monster under my bed without coming off as delusional there was no way and I couldn't put any of this on harbor not again I fell out of my couch and held the ORN who nailed me while I cried into his fur what was happening to me of course when I finally returned to my room with a kitchen knife it was empty my solution is a funny thing it feels freeing and cold all at once I stopped going work didn't even call in couldn't bring myself to I also didn't answer Harper beyond a couple of texts telling her I needed some time to myself and not to worry she's still trying to call and every few hours my phone would ding with new messages or pictures she thought would make me laugh I put my phone on silent left it in the drawer I spent the next three days in my apartment hardly moving or eating I didn't speak to anyone except yarn I kept thinking it was time for me to answer my sister but I just couldn't muster the energy to do so my own seemed too far away and the words I would need were farther still being alone was easier the only reason I could bring myself to leave was Bjorn it was almost out of litter and even in my current state there was no justification good enough to let him suffer even the slightest bit I tied my hair into a greasy bond pulled on the cleanest clothes I could find and trudged outside it was already getting dark as I cut across the park and made my way to the nearest big-box store I grabbed a litter and a frozen pizza paid and started for home again at the time it took me to get my things the Sun had gone down completely I kept to the park this time where it was the most well-lit it was a little less direct and longer than simply going through the grass but it felt safer there was a bridge over a pond in the middle of the park and during the day it was quite a pretty spot at night took on a gloomier quality the draping branches of the weeping willows around it reminded me of the octo monster from the wine bottles as their silhouettes moved with the breeze I swallowed hard trying to calm the nervous flutter in my stomach but the closer I got to the bridge more uneasy I became felt like I was being watched as I reached the footbridge a shadow separated from one of the tree trunks in the dim light its outline was long and thin standing almost twice as tall as it was they carried itself slowly on four spider life limbs that cracked painfully with each movement the body itself seemed too bloated to be supported by those legs it was coming towards me and each step seemed to be agony for it because it kept emitting low guttural groans I screamed and started back up my back slipping from my hands as I fumbled for my keys the thing in the dark kept coming I ganked my hearing from my pocket and flipped on the smallest flashlight I clipped on there its frail beam landing on the thing sweeping over its bone white-fleshed and tangled curtain of hair until it landed on his face or rather my face a mask of my features pulled into a fake two wide smile was half hanging over its own flimsy strap all I could see if it's real face was a roving bloodshot eye when the light hit it it hissed and squealed that was enough for me I unrooted my feet and tore back to the park all the way to the big box store screaming the whole time people typically have two reactions when you're an adult who says they see monsters score or concern for your mental well-being I got plenty of Bo but I tried to recount the last couple of weeks of my life to others but I just stopped repeating it no one not the police or doctors I saw believed me not until I spoke to Harper I felt awful when I pulled my phone out of its hiding place and dialed her number she didn't need this even if I did it was wrong with me no one else should have to deal with my sadness I almost hung up as I was about to my sister's voice came down the line and the relief I heard and it was enough to have me sobbing after I could speak again I told her everything that I wasn't well and I've been seeing things I babbled about the okto monster the boogeyman under my bed the tall spider thing with a mask of my face I poured it all out through gasped and tears and Harper listened with quiet intensity and then all she said was hold on I waited my stomach nodded with icy certainty that this was going to be it the thing that finally pushed her over the edge and made her realize how much better she was without me instead she came back a few minutes later and told me to check my emails there were two waiting for me when I checked the first had three attachments I clicked the first one it opened to a charcoal sketch of a wine bottle floating inside of it was a small octopus jellyfish creature confused I continued to the second another drawing I recognized my old bedroom right away a pair of claws long and razor sharp were just and visibly poking out from underneath the bed I didn't mean to open the third one to know what it would be but I did anyway the spider thing wearing my face as a lopsided mask stared at me from it visible oversized eye what are these I managed to ask here your demons Harper sent softly my sister knew me better than anyone even over the phone she could read me when I was in a bad place when I'd been drinking and trying to hide it when I'd shut myself off from the world she knew and she felt useless she wanted so badly to help but didn't know how and I wasn't opening up to her anymore in her frustration and upset she turned to her art for release the little demon that lived in the wine and fed my bad thoughts until they drowned out everything else the nighttime demon that waited until I was alone and filled my head with doubt and worried the ever-present demon that lurked behind all my fake smiles and clung to me with long spindly legs so that I was forced to carry its heavy suffocating body the demons she'd seen in me even as I tried to hide them the second email was a one-way plane ticket for a flight out to her city the next day her guestroom would be waiting for me and björn it wouldn't fix things that she told me but it was a start and she'd be right there with me to take it one step at a time we couldn't explain how those demons had gone from her page to my home and right then I didn't want to try I just wanted to hug her for seeing me for who I was and not who I thought I was supposed to be we'd talked about it many times in the months that followed but we never came close to understanding what really happened eventually we stopped trying the how just didn't seem as important anymore simply knowing that it had and the good that came after because of it was enough for the both of us I took the picture of Jody Callen throat you know the one it was all over the papers when she went missing her pretty blonde ringlets and apple blossom cheeks followed you everywhere you went for the first two years always hoping she'd turn on when she was pronounced legally dead her parents held a memorial service it was my picture that they used in place of a casket no dead body delayed arrest just memories and dedan hopes to fill the empty spaces of course at the time I didn't know I was taking her very last picture I was an amateur photographer and I'd set up shop in the local mall for the day just a few lights and some backdrops it didn't change much because I was hoping to expand my portfolio and one day become a real professional photographer I spent today taking pictures of a few teenage girls some kids one or two adventurous mothers and Jody of course I remember her most vividly of all and not just because of her disappearance shortly afterward it was because she practically bounced into my arms all bubbly joy and pink frills I know most five-year-olds are probably like that but with Jody it seemed different I guess I'm not explaining it well I've kept my thoughts on the subject to myself we used to have this horrible feeling that her kidnapper must have felt the same way about her and that's why he chose her instead of someone else it doesn't matter the point is shooting Jody was a joy she did everything I told her exactly as I told her to do is the perfect model I spent almost an hour with her and at the end of the session her mother paid me double my rate just because she loved how happy my pictures made Jody all-in-all a successful day for me which is why I was not expecting the police to come knocking on my door two nights later unofficially I was a person of interest being one of the last people Jodie interacted with I guess it makes sense that they'd suspect me but it didn't take long for the cops to decide I had nothing to do with it I had a solid alibi for the night of her disappearance and my DNA wasn't found at the scene apparently there'd been a struggle in her bedroom and they found some DNA that has never been identified at any rates they did come and ask questions and wanted all the pictures I'd taken of Jodie which I was happy to provide they chose the best of the bunch make you picture of her sitting with her crossed legs and a beaming smile to put in all the papers and the rest as they say is history they credited me with the picture I thought that was kind of strange to be honest but it wasn't all bad I have to admit I got a lot of interest after that do you know how many people wanted to be photographed by me and were actually willing to pay it was like it becomes some kind of more of a tourist attraction for people obsessed with mysteries and true crime stories so where I left a bad taste in my mouth working with those people but they paid good money and I figured it wasn't really hurting anybody better they'd come bother me then go after her parents right of course I got some hate mail from people convinced that I'd murdered her but those were few and far between eventually the fervor around her disappearance died down and I faded into obscurity my photos got better and I really did become a professional photographer made enough money to get by and everything once in a while I'd get a question about Jodie what was she like that I sense something was off about her did I have any idea if something terrible was going to happen but it became increasingly rare as time went by this year is the 10 year anniversary of Jodi's disappearance there was a big article in the paper for people on the streets were whispering about her what do you think ever happened to Jodi Calandra she was on our collective minds as the most famous mystery to ever come out of our sleepy little suburb I should have been expecting a resurgence of interest to my photograph but I wasn't and it came as a surprise when he came walking into my store he looked to be in his mid 30s with thinning brown hair and pale skin he was about my height just under six feet but he walked with a slouch that made him look smaller he was wearing these old coke bottle glasses and he kept fidgeting with them as he talked I was wondering are you James Winter Stein as in the James that took that picture of Jody I nodded and gestured for him to sit down in my little waiting room that's me what about it I could tell he had questions but didn't seem to know where to start I waited patiently while he gathered his wits I was just wondering how did you manage to do it a red flag went up in my mind did this guy think I kidnapped her of course he did Just My Luck and if those delusional vigilantes had come to my shop to harass me my voice came out harsher than I intended when I asked what are you talking about how did you manage to capture her spirits so well he asked in a rush oblivious to my abrupt change in tone I mean every time I see that picture of her in the papers I get goosebumps it looks like I could reach out and touch her was there some kind of I don't know technique that you used a special camera what was it I relaxed a little at that it's curiosity seemed genuine enough I didn't do anything special I said with a shrug I just told her how to pose she brought the life to all those pictures all of her own he nodded a little looking wistful yeah that sounds like Jody all right you knew her I asked yeah I guess I mean I was to the next-door neighbor for a few years Jody used to play in my yard sweet little kid terrible what happened to her I nodded and we chit-chatted for a bit after that just as he was leaving he asked do you think you could take some pictures of me if you have the time sure and I said what did you want if you give me your car and I can email you the details he said I gave him a business card and sent him on his wife didn't think anything of it not until that night when I got his email the subject line was in that dress and the body of the email it's simply sad anyone can bring her to life it's you suddenly my interaction from earlier in the day didn't seem so innocent not one bit I'm not some kind of shitty B horror movie and I'm not stupid so the first thing I did was call the police 9-1-1 what's your emergency hi my name is James winter Stine and I got a weird email and uh uh yeah I know how it sounds but I think it's connected to the disappearance of Jody Callen through the operator sounded bored as she answered I'm sure I wasn't the first person to call Bob Jody they probably had lots of black O's over the years who thought they'd solved for the mystery of Jodi's disappearance can you tell me what was in the email sir well it's from a guy who came to my photography studio this morning I'm the guy that took Jodi's picture you know the one that runs in the papers and he came in asking me some questions about it just now he sent me an email with the address and told me that if anyone can bring her to life it's me the operator was quiet for a few moments and they had time to think about how painfully crazy that sounded what was the address sir I repeated it to her more silence sir where are you now I'm at home why please stay where you are we'll send an officer as soon as we can do not leave the house lock all doors and windows what why what's happening please remain calm sir give me your address and we'll have someone out to you as soon as we can I gave her my address and hung up the phone frustrated and unsettled for one fleeting moment I considered getting into my car and checking out the address anyway but immediately put it from my mind I'm not some kind of hero I knew better than to get involved in whatever the [ __ ] was happening two hours later an officer came by and insisted I come with him down to the police station where I sat down and was questioned by two other officers for about a half an hour at the end of it's one of the officers officer Elroy took me aside and finally explained what was happening earlier this evening we received a tip-off from a yogi someone was claiming to have seen her at the address you gave us the address belongs to a dilapidated cabin down in woodrats Grove when we arrived we found her my heart skipped a beat you found Jody she's alive officer Elroy gave me a sad look and I felt my heart sink no son she is not she's been dead at least three days now we'll have to do a DNA test to confirm the identity at the body but at this point we have no reason to believe it's anyone other than Jody Callum throw shock numbed me to the core you mean this whole time she's she's been here in town all these years he signed most likely it's more common than you might think the man you saw earlier this evening we think he's connected to her death and her kidnapping we're doing everything in our power to find him if he's in contact with you again we need you to contact us immediately he wasn't there at the scene he shook his hand the numbness left me anger boiled in my chest I want to see her I said he opened his mouth probably to refuse me but I insisted I was one of the last people to see her alive I just I just want to see her please eventually he shows mouth and nodded I followed him to the moor before her parents have seen her or even informed of her likely discovery they pulled down the sheet and I looked into the face of a girl I would recognize anywhere even after all these years I could see where her rosy cheeks had faded her charming smile had thinned into a permanent frown her liveliness had trained into endless exhaustion it was Jody but then again it wasn't I stared at her for at least ten minutes then I turned around and laughed the next few weeks were a [ __ ] show Jody's parents were devastated did the town was in shock my phone was ringing off the hook more obsessive freaks wanting to ask questions about Joey's picture I ignored my phone close down the shop inside my room I drank mostly and trying to forget about the world just to get away from it all for a little while I did talk with Jodi's mother a little she'd kept in sporadic contact with me since Jodi's disappearance and though it's sometimes made me uncomfortable I couldn't you find a way to shut her out I always sort of felt like I owed it to her to be there for you no it wasn't my fault and there's no way I could have prevented it she asked me to come to the funeral the real funeral I kept thinking of a polite way to decline knowing I wouldn't be able to knowing I'd end up drink through it the cops checked up on me once or twice kept tabs on me to make sure that her kidnapper hadn't tried to contact me again he did of course not dumb enough I guess I went to the funeral I cried for a little girl I never knew I took some more time off work but eventually open chomped once more Jody's parents sold their house and moved a few towns over can't say I blame them would you say if it happened to you life went back to normal at least as normal as it can ever be after something like that but normal became a thing over the past this morning because this morning I open my email like always I skimmed with the subject lines until I focused on the one I had been sent in the late last night and paused written there in black and white it's my very worst nightmare I'm still waiting for those pictures

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Published: Wed Mar 06 2019