The Lets Read Podcast - 39: Episode 037 | Tumblr Stalker & Haunted House Stories | 32 True Scary Horror Stories

Episode Date: July 8, 2019

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I wrote fanfiction and posted it online. My stories weren't that great, but I made friends because I posted them so I don't regret doing it. Even after I stopped posting stories, I was still active online and instead posted fan art and dumb stuff about the roleplays I did with my buddies over on DeviantArt. Cringe cringe, maybe I sound like a lame fangirl, but whatever, I was having fun. Fast forward to 2008 when I got a private message on deviantart that was, well, I really wasn't expecting online life to take such a strange turn on that particular random day. But, the writer, Aerie, began her missive by informing me, a complete stranger, that she was seriously mentally ill. She listed a wide variety of disorders including schizophrenia which had tormented her all her

life. She then said she was scared to write me like this but that she had to do it so she could move on. Move on from what you ask? From her hatred of me of course. Eri wrote that she had hated me for a long time based on the fan fiction I wrote because my stories terrified her. Okay now let's be clear here. I wrote stories about characters from cartoons and one comic book. One of the characters from that comic was a violent and terrible person and I wrote him as such. That's not what was scaring her, no. Eri was scared because she was in love with said violent character, John, and believed they were destined for each other and that he talked to her in her head. And then she read my fanfiction and suddenly John stopped talking to her and she knew it was because he

was talking to me instead. She was absolutely certain that I had stolen her true love from her. She said that after that she developed a belief that I was the arbiter of her reality, more generally. That is a direct quote, I will never forget that phrase, and that I was capable of reaching into her mind and not only reading, but taking away her precious thoughts. This caused her so much anguish and suffering. However, she went on, deep down she also knew this was a delusion caused by her mental illness. Harry closed her private message by begging me to respond to her, to confirm that I was just a normal girl, so she could get past this trauma I had caused her and be happy again. Now, I have to again rip off a band-aid of inviting judgment here by admitting that sometimes I am a complete idiot.

I am also a soft-hearted person and the idea that someone could have been harmed by the goofy stuff that I posted years earlier made me kind of sad. So I did a soft hearted but ultimately stupid thing and responded yes yes I was a normal teenage girl when I posted that stuff and now I am a normal early 20s woman with no mind stealing superpowers. Also I don't know you and had no idea you existed until you sent me this, so how could I have singled you out to hurt you with my fanfics? Please don't worry about me. And I thought, what a kind person I am, and surely that will be the end of it. Wrong.

Eri replied to me using a different upbeat and cheerful tone, saying she was so glad I wrote back to her because now she knew she didn't have to fear me and we could just be friends. She loved my fanfics, honestly. And by the way, what was my real name so she could find me on Facebook? Uh, excuse me? No. An idiot I may be, but I ain't that stupid. I told her I didn't have a Facebook, a lie, and was busy with school. A truth, so I wouldn't be on DeviantArt a whole lot. A half-truth. But I wished her good luck with her mental health recovery and hoped she would have a good life.

A truth, I mean. So far, she just seemed troubled and weird, but I wouldn't have wished harm on her. I didn't get a response to that. But a few months later I got a deviant art private message from another account I didn't know that simply asked, hey how do you get your characters to talk for you? Now I hadn't posted any fan fiction for years but I was still participating in fandom and talked online about writing and I honestly thought this question was about writing, specifically dialogue. I mulled over how to respond and ended up not

answering right away. I went back to my private messages a few days later and saw I had another new message. This one saying with a lot of exclamation points and cry type style misspellings that I had to answer and teach this stranger how to talk to my characters and that I didn't know how long this user had suffered because of me. Oh my goodness I wonder who it was using another account and guess what I was still an idiot. So I answered the first message, but sort of detachedly ignored the desperation of the second message, and just kind of giving tips for how to learn a character's voice and how to write dialogue for them. Once again, I got a very chipper reply,

including confession that, yeah, it was airy, and that she just loved talking to me and thought I was so nice and such a good friend to be patient with her and answer her burning questions about how to talk to my, yes, specifically my, characters. Because you see, she had realized that she was not just in love with John, but with my John, from a stupid fan fiction. And now she could talk to him anytime because we were friends. I got the idea that she was not asking to roleplay and instead thought she would be able to communicate directly with this

once removed fictional character now. But I feigned ignorance and said something like, ah our roleplay group is kind of private and not accepting new members but I hope I answered your question and please have a good day. Because see I did not really want to be friends with someone who A seemed to believe I was somehow responsible for her mental illness and health despite not knowing her from Adam and having only spoken to her twice and B had already told me once that she hated me and thought that I could control her reality. On the kinder side of things, I honestly didn't think continuing a conversation would be good for either of our comforts.

On the meaner side, I just really, really didn't want to interact with this person anymore, and I felt like I had already done more than enough to help this stranger. Okay, so she stopped responding to me, and I thought this strange interlude in my life was over. Wrong. Now fast forward seven entire years to early July 2015 at which time I had moved my main online presence to Tumblr. I had left a note on my DeviantArt account in 2011 when I moved, giving my new Tumblr screen name so my fandom buddies could easily find me. At this point, I had not posted any fanfiction for over a decade. I also was not talking much at all online about John except to reblog the occasional post someone else made about the comic he was from, as you do on Tumblr. Suddenly, I received an anonymous ask.

And that ask said in no uncertain terms that I was the cause of asker's suffering because I had callously disregarded others' feelings. It closed with some kind of weird threat. I can't remember exactly what now because I instinctively deleted the ask due to being unnerved. I guess it could be airy, based on the typing style, and the fact that there couldn't be two people in the world who think I make them suffer, right? But it had been seven years, so I wasn't entirely sure. And then I did yet another stupid thing. I made a post that said something along the lines of,

To the anon that just sent me a vaguely threatening ask, sorry if anything I've posted has upset you. Please let me know if I can tag my post a certain way so you can block whatever content you find distressing. A couple of days later I got another anon ask calling me a prattling, ostentatious idiot. Direct quote. And saying it doesn't work that way and strong emotions cannot just be blocked. The message went on, you stole him away from me and I have been living in turmoil since and you don't care. Ah yes, definitely airy, there was no question about it. After all, I haven't stolen anyone else's fictional boyfriend that I know of.

I turned off anonymous ass. I also went back to my old untouched deviant art account, where I found a comment on my front page from yet a third account there that said, if you still talk to him, tell him that I love him and that I always will. He was the first man I ever loved, and it was your version of him I loved above all. I have been jealous, angry at you, anger at myself, depressed and psychotic. I tore myself to shreds over him and my art aches and cries. The first cut is the deepest. I love you, John. The date on this message was June 28th, 2015, just a few days before the first non-ask on Tumblr. I did a little internet sleuthing, just a simple googles of Ares' known usernames, and found her FurAffinity account,

where she had posted screeds in her journal about hating anyone else who wrote or drew anything about John. Okay, I also discovered through this Google search that I was not completely special in triggering Aerie's ire, and that she also had gone after another person on Tumblr in much the same way, demanding answers to emotionally charged asks, assuming friendship where there wasn't any, and then stalking the person using multiple accounts and email addresses and accusing them of harming her. This other person had amassed a collection of screenshots of Aerie's behavior, and it was really super not good. Anyway, I figured since I blocked Anon ass, maybe she'd just go away. Wrong. Aerie's next wave of stuff began in 2016 when someone started reblogging my personal text posts with cryptic comments like, you have a beautiful soul.

The username was nothing like Aerie or any of the other account names she'd used before, so I just thought that someone was being socially awkward. But after a few months of this, I received a message from this account through Tumblr's chat function that let the cat out of the bag. This person said something like, I'm a British female creature with, insert same litany of mental illnesses from Aries 1st PM in 2008, and I'm so scared of dying alone and friendless. I used to read your fanfiction and it always made me feel better. I think you're an amazing woman and would like to get to know you better. Please, I'm begging you, don't let me alone in the dark.

Well, this sure sounded a lot like Aerie to me. This was confirmed when I went to the person's Tumblr and saw that they had recently posted something passive-aggressive about that other Tumblr user Aerie was known to stalk. And if that wasn't enough, they had also had a lot of weird innuendo-laden posts about John and a couple of other characters, including Sherlock and a man I didn't recognize and they claimed to have legally married. It was at this point that I finally decided to stop being a soft-hearted idiot. I blocked the account that sent me the chat message right away without responding. Over the next several months, Aerie attempted to contact others on Tumblr who it was obvious I had talked to a lot. My girlfriend, our best friend. She sent them chat messages like the one paraphrased above. Hilarious in the case of

my girlfriend who had never wrote any fanfiction, begging for their friendship and also, you know, just casually asking what I was doing, whether they could get to talk to her and that sort of thing. I know my girlfriend and BFF blocked her too after they asked me who this person was and I told them the whole story. I also discovered that on Tumblr you can choose an option to allow chat messages only from people you follow. With that account blocked and no one I don't follow able to send me chat messages, I naively thought again that surely this weird nonsense would end. Wrong. See, the thing about Tumblr,

if you're not familiar with the website, is that if you block someone, they just can't interact with your posts or follow you. A block causes someone to auto-unfollow you and they won't see your posts on their dash feed. They also won't be able to send you asks. However, they can still go to your actual blog, username.tumblr.com, and see everything you post. If they try to interact with any of your posts or

your blog, reply, reblog, like, they won't be able to, which will of course tip them off to that you had blocked them. Beginning in 2018, Aerie engaged in a whirlwind of activity. She made a new account and sent me an ask or 15 saying things from various, please talk to me, I'm harmless, you don't know how hard it is to be me, to I'm so scared of the darkness, to humans are social animals and I'm dying without you, to I guess you like psychos like John but can't handle a real psycho like me. To, I want to kidnap you from far away in a happy ending my darling. So I block that account immediately. She made a new account and reblogged some posts I'd make a while back about John's comic book with a comment like, my first love, the first cut is the deepest,

before sending me multiple asks all saying, you stole him from me. So I blocked that account immediately. So she made another one, made some meme generator, sparkly pictures of rats and spiders with text like, I just want to sit next to you and be your friend. I'm not scary. And would post them with my at username so this mention would show up on my dash's activity feed. So I blocked that account. So she made a new account, posted a quote from my favorite author, well-known info I post about him frequently, and sent me a couple of asks saying that this author would disagree with how I was treating her by continuing to block and shun her friendship when she was harmless and just thought I was an

amazing person. So I blocked that account. Mate, did you forget you called me a prattling, ostentatious idiot and threatened me? Because I sure haven't. This went on for 10 accounts one of which had the blog title in huge letters at the top. Hello my nickname reserved only for close friends. One of which she inundated with photos of herself glaring at the camera. My first looks at her face and I don't like to judge people on appearance but this girl has a really creepy glare and also looks like she has not showered in weeks. Adding me in each one, she only ever used one of these accounts to actually post, reblog and like things from other people like a seemingly normal person, albeit one who made some questionable comments sometimes. All the rest only existed to bother me. I started

trying to report her to Tumblr after the third or fourth time for making multiple accounts solely to evade my blocks. But if you know anything about Tumblr, you can guess they didn't respond with more than an automated, okay we'll look into this, in the meantime have you tried blocking this user? Anyway, throughout 2018, I just had to deal with the fact that anytime I saw the little red flag above my ask box icon, it would probably be something creepy, either threatening or passive aggressive from Aerie that would put me on edge for a few hours and remind me that no matter what I do on Tumblr, she can read everything I post. I haven't gotten anything from her so far in 2019, but I figured as long as she's out there,

there's always that chance that she'll come back. Maybe not right away, maybe not until another 10 years from now, but let me just say, Aerie, you weirdo, I'm genuinely sorry about your mental illnesses and hope you get help for them. But while they may explain some of your behavior, they don't excuse it. I am not and never will be your friend because you are not harmless. You made me heavily curtail my social interaction on Tumblr by cutting off a couple of methods of communication that could have been used to make new friends you made me worried about ever talking there about a comic i enjoy you made it so anytime i see i have an ask my heart rate goes up because it might be more of your disturbing nonsense you've harassed my loved ones and also other strangers who probably didn't do anything to deserve it i don't control control your reality, but if I did,

you can bet I'd use that power to ensure we'd never meet. My first day moving into student halls, I was greeted by a very friendly guy called Dominic. He was very camp and told me he was gay early in the conversation, but I didn't have a problem with that. He offered to help me unpack in my room, then go for a drink with me. Although I thought this was a little over-familiar, I was delighted that I had made a friend so quickly and accepted his offer. He put a tremendous amount of effort into helping me put everything in the appropriate places in my room. We then went for a drink at

the student bar. I made a point to tell him I was straight as I suspected that he might have a bit of a crush on me, hence why he was being so nice. However, he didn't show any signs of dismay and continued chatting with me. I liked him a lot. He was very intelligent and interesting to talk to, and I was very pleased that I had a new friend already. I was worried that I'd be lonely in the uni dorms. He didn't live in the same building as me, he just lived across. I was studying creative writing and he was studying business, but we started to hang out a lot. Although I liked Dominic I did start to find him a little overbearing. He would send me texts and message me on Facebook all the time and would get upset if I didn't reply even if it was only for about

five minutes. He would always want to know what I was doing and if I disappeared off of Facebook for a while he would want to know where I'd been all day. One time I even sent him a text mentioning I was on a train and he texted me back why are you on a train? Why am I not invited to wherever you're going? I was on my way to my part-time job. I made quite a few other friends and he would always show visible signs of displeasure whenever they were around and whenever I talked to him about them he would tell me he disliked them and that I shouldn't trust them. He was very possessive and I personally can't stand clingy friends so I tried to distance myself from him a bit but the more I pulled away the tighter he held. I still hung out with him and still cared about him but I was starting to worry about where this friendship was going. I was pretty sure this guy had a crush on me and soon my suspicions were

confirmed. I met this girl at a party I went to called Anna and asked her out on a date. She accepted. I was really thrilled and told Dominic about it. The second I told him his face fell. Why are you going on a date with her? He asked me sounding very worried. Uh because I want to? I said. But I'm going to be jealous. He said. Please don't go. It'll really hurt me. You wouldn't want to hurt me. I'm your best friend. I had never actually told him he was my best friend before and I found the way he was acting now both annoying and a little creepy. I'm sorry, but I told you I was straight before Dominic. I said, we can still be friends, but I'm not going to stop dating just for you. He remained sulky and miserable the rest of the

night. I told myself that he'd have to accept it and get over it soon. But when I was on the date with Anna I kept getting phone calls from unknown numbers. I answered at first but I couldn't hear anything on the other end. It was just as though someone was listening. I started to ignore the calls but you would not believe how frequently they were coming in. They were coming in non-stop and I couldn't even tell the time because they were seriously not stopping. I had to put my phone on airplane mode. After about an hour of my phone in airplane mode I switched airplane mode off but the very second I did, the calls came in again. Although I was unnerved, I enjoyed my date with Anna and we agreed to meet up again.

When I got home from the date, Dominic was waiting right outside my dorm, his phone in hand. How was your date? Do you like her? He asked, sounding miserable. Yeah, I do, I told him. Was that, like, you who kept calling me, or? No, he said, but he was obviously lying. But anyway, I've been waiting to tell you, I hear Anna's, like, super promiscuous. She sleeps around with loads of guys and you should stay away, dude. She'll break your heart. Anna had no mutual connections with Dominic, so I asked him how he could possibly know about this. He just told me he'd done his research. I was angered and told him it was none of his business and that I'd find out for myself. He started crying, saying how he was just worried about me and

stormed off. I think he was hoping I'd follow him, but I didn't and went to my room, angry that he would try to interfere with my life like this. I've had unrequited crushes on friends before, but if they don't feel the same, I never try to force it, but Dominic only got worse. When I got back to my student room, Dominic had sent me screenshots on Facebook of a conversation he had allegedly had with Anna. The messages showed her boasting to him about how she was using me and how she was planning to break my heart. Obviously, this didn't ring at all true as, one, how would she even know who Dominic was and why would she message him and two, why would she tell a friend of mine so openly what her plans for me were and when he would obviously show me. I demanded that he show me the conversation from Anna on his computer screen with me there but he told me that he had deleted the conversations

because they were too upsetting for him to read. I knew right there and then that Dominic was deliberately trying to ruin my relationship with Anna through incredibly deceitful and despicable means and I told him that I wasn't interested in him, that I never would be and that he'd better stop right now. He told me that I was being a terrible friend, that all he was doing was trying to look out for me and that he couldn't believe I was believing a stranger over him. I was so angry with the way he was selfishly trying to manipulate me now and blocked him on all social media. He started sending me constant texts and calling me non-stop every day, telling me things like he was so depressed over me and that he

started taking heroin and that he was contemplating ending his life, basically trying to make me worry. He would also constantly send me texts saying he knew Anna was cheating on me, me and her started dating properly and that I had to come to my senses. He was creeping me out so much that I went to stay with my parents for a bit as I wasn't comfortable in living in the same area as him. I had to block his number because the phone calls were so constant. People from my uni dorm were sending me angry messages because Dominic had told them a really twisted version of what was going on, making them think that Anna was dirty, STD ridden, who I had betrayed him for.

It then turned out that he had been lying to everyone, telling them that me and him were in a romantic relationship and that I had cheated on him with Anna, then left him for her. I previously set everyone straight, told them that I had never been in a relationship with Donanek, and that everything he told them about I had never been in a relationship with Dominic and that everything he told them about Anna was nonsense. Most people believe me, although it took a while to convince everyone that Dominic was a liar. He was very manipulative and although a lot of his lies were ludicrous,

he was very good at making himself sound legit. I decided to go back to my uni dorm after a while as it was inconvenient for me to stay at my parents while at uni. Their house was far away from it. I arrived back there quite late as I really didn't want to run into Dominic. I was so angry about him. I had a new girlfriend and studies to think about yet because of his obsession and harassment, he was now all I could think about. In a very twisted way, I think this is what he wanted, positively or negatively, he wanted me thinking about him. When I got back, I just lay down on my bed, thinking about what to do when, suddenly, smash, a brick came flying

through my window. I jumped a mile and rolled over the side of my bed, hiding there for a moment thinking it was burglars coming in or something, but nothing more happened. Once I got over the shock, I cautiously stepped over the broken glass and tried to look out of the window when I got a phone call of a number I didn't recognize. I answered it and it was Dominic and you will not believe what he said. I just saw Anna throw a brick through your window and run, he shouted. I told you she was bad news. You should have listened to me. I told you. You would not believe the rage I felt. I was so angry I couldn't even speak for a moment but then I just exploded. I screamed at him that I knew it was him and I was calling the police right now. He tried to protest but I hung up on him and immediately called them.

When they arrived Dominic was not in his room but when it was opened up a large stash of illegal drugs was found there. The manager of my students hall assured me that he'd be getting kicked out for this and the police said that they would be getting in touch with him. After this, I never saw Dominic again. I changed my phone number and never unblocked him on social media. A couple of times I was tempted out of sheer curiosity but decided it wasn't worth it. I think he dropped out of uni but I don't know exactly what happened to him. My relationship with Anna didn't last. She was never quite clear on why she ended it,

but I actually suspect that Dominic's freakish behavior scared her off, even though it wasn't my fault. Oh well, life goes on. Dominic, I hope whatever issues you're going through, you sort them out, and I hope you find a guy who actually does want to be with you because please, I never do. My parents are divorced and I live primarily in Australia but travel back to see my father, his family and my extended family in the UK every chance I can spare. This story revolves around one of these visits. At the time of the visit I was 13 years old and due to scheduling conflicts would be traveling alone without any other sibling. Luckily most

airlines and airports worth their salt offer assistant programs for unaccompanied minors. That program includes an identifying tag, escorts throughout the airport, help with check-in and priority boarding. I was boarded first, my chaperone said goodbye and handed me off to flight attendants. So far, so good. Nothing of any real significance happened for the first few hours of the flight, but I couldn't help but feel a little uneasy. I kept feeling this sensation like someone was watching me, but every time I glanced around, I couldn't see the source. I chalked it up to being a little nervous about flying alone and trying to watch some in-flight

movies to calm myself down. The next significant event was when I got up to pee. Something caught my eye that hadn't before. There was a man about four rows back in a middle aisle seat who was staring at me. He wasn't making much attempt to hide the fact that he was looking at me and out of shyness I just looked down and broke our stare and tried to ignore him. As I walked by I almost felt like he was gesturing to me to look at him as if he wanted to ask me a question. In that moment I made the decision to ignore him and pretend I hadn't seen him gesture to me. My mother has always been very safety conscious and I credit her with giving me a healthy superstition of strangers. She had made it very clear that while I was traveling alone

I didn't have to answer to any other adults but my chaperones and that if someone tried to talk to me or make me do something for them I had permission to ignore them or report them to airport staff. So that's what I did. I walked past him, went to the bathroom and walked back to my seat with my head down. I can't verify whether or not he kept trying to get my attention because I was a little freaked out to look back. All I can say is that my creepy you're being watched senses kept on tingling as the flight went on. These bad feelings all came to a head during the sleeping hours on the flight.

For those who haven't traveled international long hauls, the sleeping hours are for people to sleep by simulating nighttime in the plane. This means no trolley service, dimmed lights, and all the airline screens are shut off. I was very groggy and sleep deprived at the time. I probably should have tried to get some rest, but I couldn't get and I was just trying to ride out my time watching movies. This is when he approached me. He put a hand on my shoulder and squeezed and then he said something that I didn't hear with my headphones on. I removed them and turned to give him my groggy but full attention.

Sorry? Will you come back to the back of the plane with me, please? Utterly confused by this question, have I done something? No, I would just like you to come back to the back of the plane with me. He crouched down to be at eye level with me. Glancing back to the end of the plane, which is dark dark behind a curtain and the only bathroom is vacant I have money he pulls out a wallet and shows me a wad of cash if you like some I just want to talk to you at the back of the plane it'll just be a moment I'm very confused as to what to do when this is happening looking back I remember feeling annoyed less afraid of danger and more irritated at being

asked to stop watching a movie and do something. Due to my tired state it wasn't connecting that I might be in danger. I was just being asked to talk to this guy about something. I wonder if he might have convinced me with a little more prodding but luckily he didn't get any further. A woman behind me, who I realized later was listening in for the entire conversation, pulled down her eye mask, leant over between the seat gap and said, She isn't interested. You need to return to your seat right now or I'll call for the flight

attendant. I've never seen a man move so fast. He tucked his wallet away and scurried back to his seat, slid on his eye mask and rotated away from us so we wouldn't see his face. She turned her attention to me and says, if he comes back over, you wake me up or call for the flight attendant. If you need to use the bathroom, use the one in the center of the plane, it's more well lit. She reaches through and rests a hand on my shoulder. I give a thank you and she leans back in her seat but keeps her eye mask off, shooting looks in the man's direction. Near the last few hours of the flight, I didn't feel uneasy or like I was being watched anymore. The woman, who was traveling with her two kids, keeps leaning

in and asking me more questions about where I'm going. It was picking me up from the airport. When she discovers that I'm meeting extended family at the terminal, her face clears and she offers to walk out with me to the baggage claim. We land, get off the plane, and when I saw my father in the arrivals lounge, I wave her a fond goodbye, say thank you, and walk off. As for the guy, I have no idea what happened. The encounter was so bizarre and short that I might have just disregarded it from my memory immediately. Looking back though I always feel apprehension and dread at what his intentions were. I have some theories but I'm glad I didn't get put in a position to find out. To the woman who saved me, you're my hero and I only wish I could thank you properly for looking out for me. My sister has been married for several years but this is the first time she generally felt

unsafe in her own home. Her husband was finishing up school and they had just had a baby so she was pretty sleep deprived. She had gotten sick and my brother-in-law wanted her to get some decent rest so she stayed with the baby in the living room in the nursery to take care of her while my sister slept. My parents wanted to see the baby so my brother-in-law came over to our house for a bit and just let my sister rest. It should be noted that my brother-in-law is extremely paranoid even though we live in a low crime area. He's from a sketchy midwestern town though so it does make sense. So he makes sure the doors and windows are locked before leaving and half wakes up my

sister to let her know he's going to her house with the baby and that he'll pick up some dinner on the way back. My sister sleepily agrees and falls back to sleep. Fast forward a couple of hours later my sister has to wake up to breastfeed and pump because her chest is starting to hurt. She prolongs this and tosses and turns for a while because she was still exhausted and didn't want to get up. When she starts coming to, she realizes the house is super cold. Once she actually opens her eyes, she hears the front door shutting but she's super out of it. Assuming it's her husband, she calls out his name but gets no answer. The room is pitch black and all of the

other lights in the house are off so she can't see anything. Suddenly she gets a really horrible feeling that she can only describe as stepping into a freezing shower. She gets up and checks the thermostat which was fine. She assumes she just feels cold because she's sick. She turns on some lights and does a quick turn around the house and realizes no one else is home and the front door is locked. This obviously freaks her out and she texts her husband to ask when he'll be home. He gets home not long after, they have dinner and he stays with the baby in the living room and sleeps on the couch. My sister notices that one of the windows in the bedroom is open and she says she doesn't remember opening it but that would explain why she was so cold earlier. Her husband makes sure to check that all of the windows are shut and the door is locked

after my sister explains to him the weird feeling she got earlier. Later she wakes up at around 2am to pump and that disgusting feeling creeps up again. She shoots up out of bed and can barely make out someone standing at the foot of her bed. She thinks it's her husband, similar height and build, so she asks him to bring her some water while she's prepping the pump. The figure doesn't move or speak. She repeats herself and in what she describes as the most terrifying moment of her life, he answers her, no no, go back to sleep. I like to watch you sleep. The voice definitely does not belong to my brother-in-law. She turns on her side desk lamp and starts screaming at this creeper wearing all black. He just starts giggling. Her husband jolts out of

his sleep and she scrambles for the knife she has in her table and the dude just books it out the window. He had opened it and climbed through. She knows for sure that he was watching her sleep earlier when she was napping, and that it was probably him that she had seen shutting the bedroom door earlier. They call the police and file a report, and nothing really comes of it because he technically didn't do anything besides trespassing, because they said they couldn't be sure if they could charge him with breaking and entering because my sister doesn't remember if she opened the window or not. Idiots. They have no idea he didn't injure himself when he jumped out the window because when my brother-in-law ran out the back to give chase, he had already

disappeared. It's been a few years and nothing really ever came of the investigation, and they had the windows and locks replaced. So a few years ago I was coming back to work after taking some time off after an operation. I left a regional role for a contract one that meant a lot less traveling. It meant leaving a job I love, but meant I could remain in transport facilities management at a senior level. For a while it was great, but this was nothing like my previous role, and I meet an engineering supervisor, James. He was super helpful and 28 years older than me. I started with friendly wanting to sit together over lunch and taking breaks the same time as me. I liked to think I was a good manager and so would bring

coffee in for the guys on a Friday but I did this randomly at all the sites so sometimes coffee and sometimes pizza. Then when I was coming through the garage he'd stop me in front of all the other engineers and hug me. They'd make jokes about how sweet it was as he'd stop me in front of all the other engineers and hug me. They'd make jokes about how sweet it was as he was an older guy and they all thought it was sweet. I pulled one of the other managers aside. Don't you think it's a bit full on? I was 30 at the time and just felt like he was a little too friendly yet I was trying to fit in. This guy just says to me, he's an old man, lighten up. He started to follow me around the depot. Guys started drawing hearts on his coffee cups and it just became a huge joke.

I carried my own phone plus a company one and he'd text quite late asking if I was having a good night. Was I out with my friends and such? All pretty harmless but after 12 months of being there I nipped it on a Saturday and was trying to catch up on work and he came in. Said he'd seen my car and wanted to know if I wanted company. Stayed a while and said I'll be coming out for drinks next week. I had said oh I think it was just the management team going. And he said, yeah, but I checked in with the director, Dick, and he says a few engineers are coming too. That night he touched me, declared that he and his disabled wife no longer had intimate relations, and basically he thought we should hook up. I was taken aback, said no, left and told my husband, who said basically he told me so. I had been telling him all along it was a bit creepy how fond he was and the guys were taking the mic.

I approached my director and explained that he asked if I was on my period to be this moody about banter. I started working from the other sites more and stopped going to for drinks with colleagues as everyone kept saying how much happier he was, how it was just a crush. One time I left a meeting and he went, I'll jump in the car with you, as the others all split. I tried to disagree but the others said that they were heading to another site so we should just go together. Other times he sent me pictures and told me he loved me. I didn't see the point in reporting this as it's a boys club and my director had made it clear I needed to suck it up. It was becoming harder and harder as I couldn't block his number because it was a work phone. I hated going into work and the rumors were fueled by him. The final straw was when he turned

up in a full kilt getup where myself and my girls were having a drink and joined us. My husband was going mad and I said I would leave. It just wasn't worth it. There were other issues with this company and I knew I wasn't going to be staying. I took some time off over Christmas and I could bore you with the other ways he'd made my life terrible. I would do inspections and end up trapped in the pit with him. He agreed to run a charity run I was doing, so we'd be away overnight together, so I pulled out.

I got a job offer from a smaller company with a guy who ran it being a belter. He was also family and all about the engineering. Although this was a huge pay cut and losing my car, I was seriously considering it. I returned January and got pulled in by the director. I sit down and start to explain to him how well we had done, how well the staff were that I had just finished the contract bid and got it signed. He cut me off and told me that there had been a complaint James's wife had contacted HR and told them I had booked hotels in my company card and had nights away with her husband and all kinds

of crazy stuff she was sobbing on the phone and the director said that I was going to be investigated there was also an allegation of handling stolen goods and that I had alcohol on site I could have cried. They carried out their investigation and he decided he would ignore me, be rude and dismissive to me in front of staff and generally go on like a horrid person. I waited for an insurance team to come and breathalyze me and carry out drug tests. The investigation showed I hadn't been drinking and the supervisor that gave me the wine as a gift for my husband, helping him with his decorating, stuck up for me.

Also, most of the management team and engineers who worked for me didn't go to bat for me, but still I handed my notice in. He didn't speak to me at work, but then the messages started. His wife had found me on Instagram, Facebook, and Twitter. She was messaging my husband and all kinds of things. At first, I tried to ignore it as I had a leave date for three weeks time and just thought I would be away from this nightmare soon. Then she stepped it up and contacted my future employer, meaning the director had mentioned to someone where I was going. My new employer was amazing and told me to contact the police. I think I just wanted to stop being embarrassed, so I hadn't even thought about that,

so I did call the police. They said they couldn't really do a lot as they hadn't threatened me, and I sobbed telling them I could prove where I was when I was supposedly with her husband. The officer was amazing and said what he could do is go and have a word. It then got super crazy and his daughter sent me and my husband messages. These were threats and the officer went back out. Then it all went quiet. One of the guys from my old job contacted me and said,

You know, he was seeing someone else. When he got caught and she saw the messages he had sent to you, he didn't want to admit to yet another, so he said yeah. He could have full blown up my entire life, and I know now at 33 I wouldn't take this kind of nonsense again. I still work for the family guy but I am super careful. I don't go for drinks when the team do and I don't joke with them and probably come across like a dull idiot but I don't want to ever meet him or cause that situation again. I know there were things I could

have done differently and there are so many things I missed out. He was nuts. I'm grateful I left with my reputation intact. James was technically working for the client which is probably why the director just wanted it to go away. I have grown up in South Africa my entire life and live in a generally safe area. Any medical professionals in South Africa, doctors, physicians, have to complete a year of community service where the government places you in most likely a rural area where you are expected to work in a public facility and around the community. So being a medical professional, I moved to another province, equivalent to a state in South Africa, for a year to complete my community service.

I won't mention the area, but it is considered more rural than the regular South Africa city. Needless to say, not living there for a very long time, I wasn't always sure which hangout spots were considered safe and which I should rather avoid. Fast forward a few months into living in the new province, my boyfriend came to visit me. We drove around and noticed a huge park enclosed by a fence. There were tons of families walking around on the grass, barbecuing, sitting on benches, etc. We thought it looked pretty safe. So we chose a spot on the bench and sat down to talk. My boyfriend still lived back home so we were doing the distance thing. I was sad that he was leaving again in two days and started crying. He calmed me down and we sat looking at the people

walking around. Next thing we know there are two guys walking from about 20 meters away looking straight towards us. They looked extremely sketchy, clothes mismatched and torn in the typical gangster walk. We thought they might walk past us but they literally walked straight up to us and being from South Africa my boyfriend and I both had a bad feeling about the encounter to come. They approached us. We froze in place and instead of getting up and walking away we just sat there. One of these gangsters covered in gang tattoos crouched down next to me while the other one went around to my boyfriend and stood close next to him. The idiot on my side had weird bandages or some type of white glove on his hand.

They asked us if we could help them with some money because they got out of jail yesterday. We said we don't have it but they were persistent and wouldn't leave us alone. I started freaking out at this point because I've been robbed before and I knew their persistent behavior could and probably would escalate to violence. They told us that they didn't want to hurt us but just wanted money or whatever else we have to give my boyfriend realized this too and took out his brand new phone at the time a one plus five in the hopes that they would leave us alone they took the phone and glanced it over a few times the brand is not common in south africa and because they couldn't recognize it they said they didn't want the phone they kept surrounding us and walking behind us and crouching down which I assume was

so that the other people around us don't see them. I tried to hide my car keys in my pocket because I was scared that they'd try to take the car as they kept looking at my pockets. I didn't know what to do so I just kept crying. I told the gangsters that we just found out my boyfriend's dad passed away and can they not see that we are very upset. Luckily, as said before, I was already crying before they arrived so it didn't seem like a lie. Then the one on my boyfriend's side's demeanor immediately changed and he apologized and gave us condolences. Really? The other gangster crouching beside me didn't seem to care and reached into his pocket. At this point I was very sure something bad would happen like he would pull out a gun or a knife

if we didn't leave so I grabbed my boyfriend's hand and tried to run away. They just stood there watching us and luckily didn't follow. For anyone wondering, South Africa's crime rate is very high, one of the highest in the world and while most areas are safe, you can never escape situations like this. For anyone thinking we might have been prejudiced because they didn't actually do anything, I can promise you that when you see a South African gangster, you will know. They are also known for being cold and ruthless, so I'm glad we made it out of there unharmed. I don't want to know what could have happened if we didn't get out of there when we did. I was working in a large assisted living facility for a few years.

I absolutely loved my job. I worked with the elderly mostly, but I had become a highly requested assistant and got moved around to the dementia ward, the short-term rehab ward, the stroke ward, all over the place. Being a people person, I loved it. I liked going the extra mile in my job and getting to know my patients and their families on a more personal level. I felt like it made me a better CNA. It wasn't uncommon for me to be assigned to the more difficult patients because I could typically handle them no problem. It was a regular day, my charge nurse had mentioned that we would be getting a few new admins and I didn't think much of it. Everything went routinely and we got them

all settled into their rooms and stuff. One person in particular was already being a handful and tried to escape a few times, so we needed to move him to the security unit. I could hear him yelling and cussing out everyone, telling them they were idiots and that it was unnecessary to be doing all of this. A few of the nurses suggested I go try to calm him down, so of course I said yes. I put on my most charming smile and waltzed on over asking him what was wrong. He immediately took a liking to me and calmed down. He told me that nobody there knew how to do their job and he wanted some food already. I told him dinner would be served soon and I'd make sure to bring his tray to him. He cooperated with everyone as long as I

was around and took his meds, took a shower, settled into bed no problem. Once my shift was over though he started acting up again and he ended up needing one-on-one supervision. Different staff members would take turns monitoring him and eventually I had to. It was an easy day's work get him an ice cream here and there watch some tv I didn't mind it at all. He told me about his life and asked about mine. Mostly if I liked what I do and how come I never worked in the security unit. I told him that I usually had my own group of patients in the front that I had to look after, but I'd make an effort to drop in and see him when I could. At first the rest of the staff thought it was great. They would call for me if he started acting out and everything was fine. But then he started getting a little too attached.

He started saying he wouldn't do anything unless I was there at all times, which of course I couldn't do since I was needed elsewhere. While I floated to different wards, the secured unit was one of the ones I spent the least amount of time in. He started getting mad at me saying I needed to make more of an effort to see him and that I wasn't trying hard enough. I explained to him that technically he wasn't my patient and I couldn't spend my entire work shift just hanging out with him. That's when things started getting really bad. He started lashing out more, yelling and screaming at everyone. He was becoming violent with not only the staff but other patients. He was a liability. I had to drop something off in the secured unit

one day and one of the other CNAs told me he was asking for me. So I popped my head in and he started saying things like, there's my girl. I felt uneasy but remained calm on the outside. If he was in a good mood then I didn't want to be the one to ruin it for everyone else. He gave me a huge hug and kissed me on the cheek, immediately making me feel queasy. I kind of laughed it off and got myself out of there as quickly as possible. After that I avoided the secured unit at all costs. He started telling the nurses he wanted only me to take care of him and when they said that wasn't possible because that wasn't my ward he started going to my bosses and the heads of the faculty saying he wanted me to look after

him only. Luckily my bosses had my back and told him that there was no way I could be assigned back there due to my high demand in other wards. I was already running all over the place and the secured unit was completely out of my way. He didn't like hearing that and started threatening everyone saying that they would be sorry and this wasn't the end of that and so on. My bosses called me into the office as soon as I walked into work the next day and explained that I wasn't allowed anywhere near that wing and to avoid any contact with him. I had no problem with this and went about my day. He would start banging on the doors to the secured unit demanding to be let out and saying he needed to see me. My anxiety was through the roof and I had even called out a few times because I didn't want to see him. The facility was working fast to get him out of there because they had reason to believe I could possibly be in danger with his violent behavior.

On top of all that, it didn't help that some of the other staff members were whispering behind my back saying that I had let this all happen and I was always flirting with him and a bunch of other ugly things. Eventually they got him discharged and I felt a huge weight lifted off my shoulders. Other than people still talking about me behind my back, I felt like I could get back to doing my job properly. I didn't let the negative and disgusting comments change the way I treated my patients with open arms and an open heart. Things started to go back to normal, or so I thought. On one of my days off, I got a call from my co-worker. She told me that he had called the facility asking for me.

She told him that I wasn't in for work that day, and he started to ask for my schedule. I had dealt with someone stalking me before so I immediately started to shut down. She told me that she had already informed her boss and that I should go to the heads of the facility when I came back to work the next day, so I did. I expressed my feelings and told them it made me nervous that he called for me and the head of the facility's face fell. She told me that it wasn't just the one time he had called. They were receiving phone calls non-stop from him asking when I would be in and that if they didn't tell him my schedule he was going to go over there himself to find out. We had to make a plan of action in case he did show up and they even suggested changing me to a different shift

time because he knew I worked mid-afternoon and evenings. I wasn't allowed to go anywhere by myself and had to be picked up and dropped off at work. While I waited for my ride I had to wait inside the building and have someone escort me in and out. The calls continued and finally they had to threaten legal action and had a huge meeting with the entire staff of the facility. I felt humiliated and small, knowing all the whispers and snide comments would come flooding back, but luckily I had more support than hate. The calls eventually started to slow down and my true friends at work stood up for me when I wasn't there to defend myself to the people who didn't believe me. I started to get back into my normal routine once again and started feeling like my old perky self. Once my bosses called me into the

office one day with a big smile on her face and told me, he won't be bothering you anymore. He's in jail for violating parole. I was over the moon. I felt like I could breathe again. My nightmare was finally coming to an end. A month or so later-ish, this was a while ago so I can't remember exactly how long, I was at work getting people ready for bed and suddenly everyone started talking and whispering like crazy. My phone was ringing off the hook so I finally took a call from one of my charge nurses. She told me that apparently he had been murdered in jail and to check out the article she sent me. I learned he had an incredibly violent history including child abuse, neglect and other unspeakable things, domestic abuse and robbery

to name a few others. My bosses asked how I was feeling and I told them that I couldn't say I was the least bit sad and I wasn't surprised his temper and mouth got him in some trouble I left that facility since then moved on to bigger things and I sleep soundly at night knowing someone like that can never bother anyone again again. This first started when I went to a summer camp in my junior year of high school and I met this girl. Her name is Mar. I introduced myself to Mar and then for the rest of the six weeks I probably talked to her a total of three times, which includes my introduction, the time she locked me and my friend into a room, and when I said goodbye when the camp

ended. She seemed really nice and I thought she was extremely sweet. Fast forward a year I get a text out of nowhere saying, hey I missed you, it's me Mar. We continue to text, catching up on our lives. At the time I thought this was normal as I usually get texts from people from the camp trying to catch up and it was really nice hearing where they were in life. About nine texts in after catching up on our lives she suddenly asked will you go to prom with me? I dismissed it as strange because I thought she was probably desperate to get a date for prom, and me being about an hour drive away was a good distance. She lets me know the date of her prom,

which I realize is the day after my prom, and the day before one of my concerts of an orchestra I was in at the same time. I let her know my situation, but she continues to try to convince me to go. Every day after, she continues to text me multiple times asking if I could go, saying that I had time to go and that I should do it for her. I said yes in the end. I felt like she really wanted a date to prom for the experience and I thought, why not? I would want the same if I were in her situation. What could go wrong?

Three days later I'm playing some games on my PC at the time when I hear my older sister yell the weirdest thing from downstairs. You girls here? Confused, I go to the window of my room and what do you know? Mara's standing right in my driveway, smiling and waving at me. Sure, most people think, Oh God, how did she find my address? How did she know I'm free? What?

My stupid self instantly thought, oh crap, she drove an hour here. I feel kind of bad. I head outside to meet her to ask her why she was here and the first thing she said was, I drove an hour here. You should take me on a date. to ask her why she was here and the first thing she said was, I drove an hour here, you should take me on a date. Behind me is my dad, approvingly shaking his head and before I can say anything, he tells me to go. The man had such a proud look on his face and that's when I started to realize that maybe the situation is kind of bad. Maybe. I take her out to a Chinese restaurant and decide

to order three plates of food all for myself. I realized that maybe if I kept her out to a Chinese restaurant and decide to order three plates of food all for myself. I realize that maybe if I kept eating, I could decrease the time I had to talk as I'm chewing 75% of the time. To start off, she tells me stories about all the guys she's ever went after were taken by people she knew. She got increasingly mad as she kept talking to the point where people started to look. Suddenly she asks me about my relationship with this girl that I had a thing with a few months back. In my head again I think this is fine, she probably knows about that because she's friends with her friends, they probably told her. I explain my situation about how I don't talk to the girl anymore and Mar suddenly gets a flare in her eye.

She asks me about what I plan to do from that time to college and if I'm interested in dating. I tell her I don't plan to do anything until college. After a few more places we go to because she said she wouldn't leave until she was satisfied with her time here, I go back to home and we decide to play games on my Wii. After a solid game of Super Smash Brawl, she realizes I'm not having fun and says, I guess you're kicking me out, then proceeds to try to kiss me. Out of panic, I put my entire right hand on her face pushing her away, basically slapping her and giving her a facepalm. I lead her out of my house and to her car and when she gets in she starts to take pictures of me on her snapchat story with the caption

first date. I tell my parents about the situation I swear to god they literally brush it away saying oh people can be like that you should be happy a girl likes you. My sister slowly figures out that maybe this isn't good, but agrees with my parents because she thought it'd be funny to see how this went. Two weeks later of dodging her texts, of her asking to come over again, I'm heading to her pre-prom party. I am completely exhausted to the point where I could not run and I was just not ready for another prom. Surprisingly, the pre-prom party and the prom

was a lot of fun. Mara did not do anything that made me feel uncomfortable and her friends were amazingly funny. After the prom she takes me back to her friend's house. She then asks if I can stay the night which I say I can't due to my concert that I have the day after. She then proceeds to get very angry and tries to push for it so I text my sister help and for the first time she comes to rescue me. An hour later as Mar was getting increasingly madder I get a call from my sister saying that she's outside. I let Mar know and I leave, so relieved that my day of prom with her was over. A few months later I get an anonymous letter in the mail addressed to me. Inside were three pages filled front and back with a declaration of love from Em. It explained how she fell in love with me at first sight,

how everything I did made her love me even more, how she couldn't be without me. I meet up with a friend a few days later and he shows me his snapchat conversations with her. It was just a wall of text, a wall of questions, asking personal questions about me. For the next year while I was in college I would get random texts and snapchats from her showing pictures of her coming into my town asking where I was. There were times when she would go to my town's high school games and send me pictures of our coming into my town asking where I was. There were times when she would go to my town's high school games and send me pictures of our coaches with their jackets and the name of my town on there. Eventually she stopped messaging me because I had blocked her on everything. The End so I was happy for her when she started dating Jack in college. Her roommate, and a good friend

at the time, was dating a guy, and Jack was often the third and fourth wheel when the four hung out. So two good friends dating two good friends. I never met Jack, but from descriptions and pictures, he sounded like a decent guy compared to the others. He was a bit of a bum, he didn't have a job and live with his parents but he was genuinely nice and respectful which was a positive change and when he started dating Carrie it seemed to lift him a bit out of his bad habits and he got a job and began thinking about going to college. He wasn't the most attractive and he was shy so I think dating Carrie was his first relationship. I thought that relationships seemed pretty healthy. So they date for maybe 9 months and Carrie doesn't see

the relationship going anywhere. Jack is definitely in a better place than when they started but Carrie didn't enjoy certain things about him that seemed weird. For instance, he would smoke with his dad. Once Jack and Carrie were having a smoke together and the dad comes home from work and joins them I understand this is normal for some people but unaccustomed to it, I think you can understand that it felt weird Another thing that happened which we joke about today is that he tried to eat her boogers on two different occasions And had a thing for wanting to stick his tongue in her nose. Weird. Gross. Also I was once hanging out with them towards the start of the end of their relationship and made them into a household on The Sims 4 and when I asked him what's your ambition he got really offended. I explained it was part of the character creation process but

apparently he was angry about that and how rude I was for asking long after I left. Carrie eventually left him but he begged and begged and convinced her to take him back. He even begged me to tell her to get back with him saying, and I copied this from our chat, I'd rather die than give up on winning her back. They got back together but the relationship didn't improve of course so a month or two later she tried again. He was devastated and mad and particularly angry at me because I was conspiring against him and was the one who convinced Carrie

to break up with him. The reality being that when Carrie was avoiding him, she often used hanging out with me as an excuse to not have to be around him. So one day, Carrie heads back to her apartment after class and her front door is unlocked. Annoying, but her roommate was the type who forgot often. She gets into the apartment and it smells like smoke. Neither she or her roommate smoked, but her ex did. In her room, on her bed, she sees an umbrella that she did not own and thought she recognized. She ran out of the apartment and called me and spent the night on my futon. Jack had broken into her apartment when she wasn't home and been in her room. She is scared to contact him, so we decide to play it cool and casual like it didn't bother us, hoping to convince him to admit it.

I ask him on Facebook Messenger, Hey, did you stop by Carrie's place the other day and forget an umbrella? He immediately gets defensive and asks if I think he's some sort of stalker. Yeah, that's not a red flag at all. Sometime later, a few months in fact, he still hasn't changed his Facebook status from in a relationship to single or his profile picture which was a couple photo and people have been contacting Carrie about it. She asks me to message him and he gets upset. He sends me an essay's worth of pent up feeling he has for her. Here is a quote I pulled up from the messenger that he sent me.

I can't promise that I will completely leave her alone. Resisting the urge to talk to her has been the hardest thing I've ever done. He could always stop me from talking to her once a morning would be perfect. I'll be home sleeping. There's a gun in the silverware drawer. I'm sure you could get my address from Carrie. I told him to get psychiatric help. I did not tell Carrie about the messages because I did not want to upset her. Some parts of the messages were clearly meant for her and not me but Jack was expecting that I'd share them with her and since she had blocked him he thought I was a good way to get the message across. Eventually about a month later he called her from a new number and they had a long talk and he was talking on the assumption that I had

showed her the messages he sent me. I got some petty satisfaction that his plans didn't work out. My friend was a bit hurt that I had apparently been talking to him behind her back but I told her that it was more like him just talking at me. I figured she was removed enough from the relationship to be okay reading the stuff that he had sent me and she understood. She was very disturbed. He had lied to her that he was anti-gun when they were together so the gun might have been new. I'm glad that his shenanigans didn't cause beef with one of my best friends. I think he tried breaking into our apartment one last time after that and there were several drunk calls from his friend's phone. It died down slowly and harshly and painfully but

we haven't heard anything from him in the last couple of years since then so thankfully that chapter has finally, it seems, come to a close. So I was raised in the suburb of Ramsey, New Jersey. I was around 10 to 11, so this probably happened around the summer of 2002. My aunt would go grocery shopping in the main shop right of town but it was also in the same parking lot of this pretty big strip mall. So the parking lot was always packed. It was a hot summer day. I must have been out of school for summer because I distinctly remember spending the day at the pool with my aunt which was right

down the street from the shop right. She had to do some light grocery shopping but of course the parking lot was packed. She parked all the way to the side of the ShopRite so it was all the way in the back of the strip mall but pretty vacant. I asked if I could stay in the car. She said I'd be too hot but I said I'll just keep the windows rolled down. She agreed and said she'd only be a few minutes. Now I can't remember if this van was already there when my aunt pulled into the spot or if he pulled in after but I could only describe it as a dark colored van similar to a typical mom car. A man whose features have been totally wiped from my memory opened up the sliding side door and just sat at the edge of the opening. I remember noticing him just sitting there and smiling in

my direction and it already made me nervous. He was wearing normal summer clothes. Nothing about him was really frightening but he was just sitting there. I wonder if that's why his face is lost to me. I tried not to look in his direction because it was just awkward. He started to go, and fanned himself dramatically. It really seemed like he was trying to get my attention, but I kept ignoring him. I had one of those cheap water toys where they were shaped like a mini game boy, and you would push a button, and a ring or shape would be pushed up, and you had to aim it into a little basket. Finally he addressed me and said, It's so hot out I can't imagine how hot you must be. I awkwardly nodded and said,

Did you go swimming? He obviously noticed I was sitting on my beach towel and all I had on were shorts above my one piece swimsuit. I said yes and awkwardly tried to focus on my toy. He leaned himself on their car. The windows were almost all the way rolled down and then he said, I have an AC, why don't you come wait in my car? Are you waiting for your mom? I said no thanks but he kept insisting it was so hot in my car and I must be so miserable. It felt like forever. He was just trying to convince me to get out of the car. He also kept asking me who I was waiting for. I kept saying my aunt will be back. She just needed a few things. Eventually he must have gotten bored with me and shrugged

and said, well I hope you don't overheat in there and closed the passenger door and sat in the front seat. He turned the car on and sat there for a bit more before he pulled away. I remember feeling so incredibly nervous and had that distinct anxious butterfly feel in my stomach. A second after he pulled away I saw my aunt not far up the lot with her groceries. I told her a man asked me if I wanted to sit in his car with the AC and wait for her and he was really annoying. She was like, what? You're lying. I insisted it happen but she just looked confused and said I made it up in my head. To this day she doesn't believe me and thinks the heat must have really gotten to me that day. I usually jokingly tell her she's lucky she didn't get arrested for leaving a kid in the car on a hot summer day.

I still don't understand why the man didn't try harder to physically take me out of the car. I don't know if I understood what he was trying to do back then but as an adult the memory is chilling. The windows were rolled down and he could have easily unlocked the doors. I wonder if the busy parking lot literally saved me. If I had been forced out I 100% would have caused a scene and for sure someone would have at least noticed. All I know is some guy back in 2002 thought he was smooth enough to convince a kid to jump in his minivan to enjoy his AC. I'm just grateful for whatever reason I didn't get out of the car and hopefully he was never successful with

whatever his intentions were. My outlook on people is not positive enough to think he truly was just trying to be nice to some kid on a hot day. My wife and I have been house shopping for several months now, so it has become a normal weekend tradition for us to meet up with our realtor and walk through houses. This past Saturday a place popped up that was in a nice area and for a decent price, so we decided to see it the following day. We drove out to this place and met up with our realtor at about 10am on Sunday. We started our walkthrough and as soon as we walked in, it was obvious that the place had been inhabited by elderly people.

Not only were there dated wallpaper and color choices, but there was also a stair chair, those powered chairs on a track leading to the basement. We walked through the kitchen and bedrooms and everything seemed pretty decent. We then came to a room that appeared to be an old craft room with built-in shelving and a desk. This comes into play later. Once we'd seen all the first floor we decided to check the basement out. It's important to know that the lights in the basement did not turn on. I think there may have been some breakers flipped because some other room lights didn't work either. The basement layout is such that once you descend the stairs you must either go left or right. Left leads into an older finished portion of the basement and right leads to an unfinished utility area. The realtor, my wife and I all go to the right initially. I'm checking out the water

softener system and the shelving and storage when my wife decides to go check out the finished portion. After a second I hear her commenting about how she could not go in that room. I chuckled to myself assuming she was just being cheeky because it was a dark old room. The realtor decided she would go check it out but immediately turned around and made a similar comment. I was amused because I just assumed they were playing off of each other and getting freaked out because it was a dark creepy room. Armed with my phone flashlight turned up as bright as it would go, I decided I would check out the room since they didn't want to go in. I walked in confidently but only made it about a couple of steps before being frozen in my tracks by a paralyzing anxiety. I felt chilled to the core and I physically tensed up and recoiled

at the sensations I was feeling. I felt no apprehensions about going into this room prior to stepping in. Although my wife and realtor had felt uncomfortable going in, I honestly had no reservations. I simply wanted to see the space, but in an instant, I knew I was not welcome in this room. I had stepped into a place occupied by something or someone else, and it and they did not want me there. I looked left and right into the darkness that my phone light could not seem to penetrate save for the small window at the far end of the room gently glowing from the overcast day outside. I started to feel sick and decided to get out of there quickly. I stepped back out of the room to the base of the stairs and suggested we all head up.

As we walked outside to the backyard we all felt the need to discuss what had just happened. My wife divulged that she actually felt a physical force push on her shoulders as she tried to walk in, as in she literally felt something push her as she tried to enter, which is why she commented about not being able to go in. The realtor seemed to have had a similar experience to mine with extreme anxiety and a feeling of not being welcome. We walked the lot and headed back up to the house to close the shades, turn off the lights, etc. As my wife walked up the stairs our realtor noticed she had a piece of yellow lace hanging off of her sweater. Normally this wouldn't be alarming and admittedly it's very likely just a result of static cling but given the experience we had just had it seemed more sinister. We went back into the

house and our realtor grabbed the piece of lace and left it in the old craft room. We didn't want to take anything from that house home with us. We all left the house, locked up, and talked about it a bit more in the driveway. Later that night as I lay down for bed, I was in that space between sleeping and waking and I had a brief dream. I was back in that house but at night. I stood at the top of those stairs and looked down them when the electric stair chair started to descend by itself. I felt as though I was being baited back into the basement. I woke up pretty quickly and thankfully didn't dream about it again. I'm obviously open to the paranormal but I am generally a skeptic. I believe that most things have a reasonable explanation and this may well have one too. But after reflecting on it for a couple of

days I'll suspend my reasoning and just talk about what I feel. I feel like there were actually two entities in that house. An old man and an old woman. I assume the former residents. The upper floor was her space and she made it feel welcoming and light. I think she is the reason for the yellow lace on my wife's sweater. I think the basement room was his domain and he did not appreciate the unannounced company. Not that he meant any harm but more of a get out of my house type of reaction. No matter the reality of what actually happened nor the intentions of any entities there, I don't think we'll be putting in an offer.

So this month marks the one year point from when this road trip happened. The specific story that I need to tell has made tears run down my face every time I've thought about it. And if I try telling anyone I start outright sobbing. I don't cry often but the fear is still so visceral. My brother and I drove out to see our friends in Portland, Oregon from Ohio. The drive there was pretty uneventful. We drove non-stop and made it in a little over two days. The only thing that both of us noticed was that on long expanses of country road with no driveways or connecting roads,

a car would suddenly be driving behind us. We chalked that part up to being tired and not noticing an approaching vehicle but within five minutes the car would be suddenly gone. We both shouted the first time in unison and my brother is an ever logical person who usually calms me down if I think something is off but he was as freaked out as I was. That first time was within five hours of starting our trip so I don't think it was fatigue. It happened a couple of more times but eventually we just would point it out and laugh because what else could we do? The scary part was on our drive home. We decided to drive down through California and through the southern states because neither of us had seen the landmarks they're famous for, Redwoods, Grand Canyon, etc. We drove the coastal highway, saw the Redwoods,

and got all the way through San Francisco the first day and into the night. Once out of San Fran, I was driving and my brother turned over to sleep for a couple of hours, no big deal, but my GPS started trying to reroute us. Over and over again I would click on the coastal highway route and drive for about 10 minutes before it would switch to a different route and I would notice belatedly. After like an hour of getting turned around in the middle of nowhere over and over again I decided any route heading to LA would look the same in the dark, so I followed the GPS. It took a solid 10 minutes before I made it to a highway. Cue the tears, I'm literally starting to cry as I write this. At this highway, my GPS told me to

turn left, but there was a median and a very clear no left turn sign. Another sign ahead said, route one south with an arrow pointing right. I had originally wanted to take one south, so perfect, I turned right. I want to make this very clear, I drove for two miles on that highway, maybe four because I'm not sure if the exits were every mile or every two miles but five minutes. I was on the highway for five minutes. I know this because I obsessively check the time. I always have. From the minute I turned right instead of left my GPS literally started spinning the map. It wouldn't reroute. It didn't make any suggestions, it just stopped all functionality of being a GPS. I was stressed, I didn't recognize any names on the road signs and decided to get off the highway.

I passed one exit total, got off at the second exit, five minutes from where I turned onto the highway. The second I took the exit, my GPS immediately rerouted me a car took the exit behind me and made the same first turn as I did and the next and the next the GPS took me through pitch black country roads on and on and all the while the headlights of the car behind blared into my rearview mirror after about 15 minutes tears started rolling down my cheeks. I was scared every time we came to a stop sign. I thought that we were going to be killed. Irrational maybe but that's what I was thinking. I was just plain scared. 45 minutes. This car followed behind us for 45 minutes. I was trying to be calm and rational.

I let my brother sleep. I thought maybe I was being stupid and this was actually a well-known route through California. 45 minutes, and I saw a streetlight finally at the stop sign ahead. I prayed that there was a gas station or convenience store or anywhere populated. But do you want to know what was at that stop sign? The turn on for the highway, the one with the median, with the no left turn sign. The exact same spot I had been at almost an hour before. Again, I was on the highway for five minutes before exiting, I followed the GPS from the second I

exited and 45 minutes later I was at that same turn on point. I rolled to a stop and when I looked in my rearview mirror for the thousandth time the headlights of the car following me were gone. I instantly burst into terrified tears and took the left turn. Over the median, my brother woke up, sat up and started talking. We have a hard time being emotionally vulnerable with each other so I generally have no idea if we addressed my tears. I honestly remember thinking that if I told him what happened I would be too scared to finish our road trip. So I tried my hardest to forget it until I was safe at home. The rest of that night I didn't have a single issue with the GPS, no disappearing cars, nothing out of the ordinary. Like I said at the beginning of this post, it's been a year. I

honestly may have forgotten the finer details that made this event so awful for me. All I know is what I included in this post and it still not only makes me cry but has me jumping at every noise in my house. Everything about the event makes my skin absolutely crawl. Please give me your theories. I'm open to anything, just curious what everyone thinks. It was such a traumatic night that I haven't felt the need to theorize or try to understand it. In the end, it doesn't really matter what really happened because I will always have the haunting memory and will probably never be in the same place. I was probably around 10 years old when this happened. My dad and I were driving down the road one afternoon in Columbus, Ohio.

I remember looking out the window and seeing a large plane flying really low. If memory serves me right, it appeared really old and was maybe a military plane. We do have an Air Force base that's not far so that would make sense. I remember being fascinated by the plane and excitedly pointing it out to my dad. He continued to drive while occasionally peeking over to look at it. After a few moments the plane started to aggressively swerve like the pilot was losing control. Not long after it nosedived and flew into a patch of nearby trees i remember my dad panicking and pulling his truck over to the side of the road we just sat there and looked out the window but

there was nothing there was no sound of any kind no smoke or fire nothing the trees didn't rustle and everything was calm we waited thinking that the plane was going to swerve back up and fly away but it never emerged. I remember asking him what happened and he was just silent. After a bit he started driving again and we drove over the area. We drove around for probably an hour trying to find some explanation but there was nothing. Eventually we headed back to my grandmother's place. We had dinner and explained to her what had happened but she probably just thought we were crazy. I remember us eager to turn on the evening news to see if there was any mention but still nothing.

Also nothing in the paper the next day. There was no real internet yet, so this was all we had. To this day, my dad and I still discuss this. The one thing we can't remember is if the plane was making any sound at all while it was flying in the air. The radio might have been on,

or the windows up, we can't remember. We know for certain there was no sound from the crash. It was only about a half mile away from us so we would have heard something. It is like the plane literally vanished. This is the only experience I've ever had like this. I know it's a long shot but has anyone here ever experienced something like this? I've never shared this in a public forum so hopefully I don't appear completely crazy. There is a great comfort in knowing my dad saw the same thing.

Otherwise, I would think I imagined it. This happened a long time ago. I was 12 and in my grandparents' village. We had a cow and an ox, usually the son of the bull, usually just one, took all the cattle to graze and at night he would take them back. Cows know where to go when going home. My grandpa had a male ox and since my father was an adult and he wasn't there, I took the responsibility. Basically, my job was to go around the village with the ox trailing after me, calling the people to open their doors.

Our ox would grunt to call the herd and all the females came out. From then on I had to take them to a clearing up the mountain and then later take them to the river. It was easy. The animals already knew where they were going. They were calm and our bull was a gentle giant. All I did was ride him and had a thin rope on his horns. If any of the females wandered off, all I did was call and rare occasions poke her with a dull stick in the right direction. My grandpa said that if I see a wolf, very rare, a boar or a fox I should stay on the ox. Not many animals dare go near an ox herd. There is a dark part of the forest where it is very quiet and even the bravest hunters won't go.

It is very slippery and dangerous. They said that even the deer and boar dare not go there. I was forbidden to go there and honestly never wanted to. It was an early morning and everything seemed fine. I was on the ox going up the mountain. I was glad he let me because it was a hard trek up. I saw that one of the females was wandering off. I followed her and left her ox and the dogs go to guide the herd. She went in the forest. I ran to her and got on tying the rope on her horns.

I tried steering her away but she continued. She went in the dark part and stopped. I didn't want to get off in case she ran back and left me there. I heard a crunch and turned. A very old man was walking towards us. He looked frail with dirty clothes and a long beard. I was scared so I laid on the ox clinging to her not wanting to fall if she ran. Oxen aren't like bulls. They don't jump and kick when scared. They either attack with their horns and trample or run. I was ready to hold on no matter what she chose.

Our oxen don't take kindly to strangers. Before I took them out, I had to go to every house and have the ox owner introduce me to the animal. That way they saw that their owner trusts me and their herd leader our ox trusts me. I knew she would either attack or bolt but she just stood there. The stranger came to us and pet her on her head whispering something I didn't understand. He looked at me, his eyes were completely white, then he turned around and left. He just disappeared into the trees. Suddenly the female grunted as if they had just woken up. Our male does this noise every morning and bolted the way we came from. We found the herd. I quickly got on our ox and yelled water. He knew that command and went down towards the river. There were houses there and it was closer than home. I barged in one of the houses and tried to explain. The couple there stayed with me and

sent their daughters to call my grandpa. I couldn't sleep for days remembering those white eyes. My grandparents didn't let me out of the house for gardening and I wasn't sleep for days remembering those white eyes. My grandparents didn't let me out of the house for gardening and I wasn't allowed near the trees. Later I learned that they were protecting me from a lesnik, a forest spirit which can take the form of a man, an owl or a wolf. It hates when people go in his part of the woods and can kidnap you. I later learned that the auk which took me there had fallen ill and died. It sometimes stays in the trees as an owl looking for the offender. For years when I went to my grandparents they wouldn't let me be alone. Not just outside but inside too.

I am never going in these woods again. I was 15 when it happened. Single boy, parents worked abroad, had the whole house to myself at night, but occasionally had help by day. High school had gotten tougher because I had just experienced one of the worst heartbreaks ever and every day was really glum at the start of the third quarter. Day in and day out I'd come home from school to a large empty house, five bedrooms, and just depressed. Some nights I'd cry myself to sleep. Time passed and it was a week or two before finals. I was knee deep in with studies but time didn't really do much with the pain.

Since basically the reason for my heartache attended the same classes of me. Yes, I know, but I was young. Fell asleep once again with tears. Woke up later that night and went straight to the bathroom. My room had a large glass window, which is around 2 by 3 meters big. Perpendicular to the window was my study table that was stationed by the wall. I walked past this to get to the bathroom. While I took a pee, I heard a loud explosion come from the room.

It sounded like a firework going off, like a large triangle, a local firework. I hurried up, finished my business and ran back to inspect what had happened. Nothing. Everything was fine. I glanced to the right to check if maybe the sound came from outside but the window was closed. Had a firework from outside gone off? It should have sounded muffled. It didn't. It was crisp and incredibly loud. My computer was unplugged and there was no smell of smoke so my PSU or AVR exploding wasn't a possibility.

I shook my head and thought it was nothing. Got back onto bed and the moment my back hit the comforter, I felt multiple stabbing sensations in my back. I jumped up out of panic and pulled my comforter, only to see so many ballpens on my bed. There was a small mound of them, no caps. I was really confused. How could there be ball pens there? No one could have placed them there while I was to the bathroom. My house and yard was locked down and surrounded by 4 meter walls with spikes. With some hesitation I took the pens and placed them on my table.

Due note, my bed was beside my table. Finished moving them and I was still stunned. It took me a moment to realize that while I was sitting on my bed thinking the air felt much colder and I felt uneasy. Decided maybe I was just not feeling well from all the crying and went back to sleep but this time I was sleeping on my right facing away from the window and table. Do you people remember the sound Windows XP makes when you turn your PC on? I heard that familiar tune ring from my speakers a moment after I laid down. Funniest thing, I knew my computer was unplugged. Speakers were plugged but not my AVR yet I could see from how much brighter the room got because my monitor was on and that blue light Windows has on its

login screen that it indeed was on. Not only that, I felt this insane cold spot on my feet. I wasn't looking anywhere. I kept my eyes straight at my wardrobe. The room was already cold but my feet felt like something freezing was touching them. I tried to turn my head a little and from my peripheral vision I saw it. I couldn't see all of it but it was tall, faint and white. Worst of all I knew it was staring at me even if I couldn't see whatever face it had. Bolted out of my room and ran all the way to my parents' room. It was on the other end of the house. I sat there on their bed just panicking.

What had just happened? What was that? I felt safe there. It was full of rosaries and a figure of Jesus. Out of nowhere I heard a faint and slow short pause between knocks, the type you get from good wooden walls. One after the other the knocks grew louder and louder until they stopped and the door swung. I couldn't see anything or anyone but I felt someone was staring at me. Turned on all the lights, the TV and sat on the very back of the bed. Nothing happened and I stayed up till morning. Went back to my room when the clock outside sang its 6am song and computer was not on and unplugged.

My speakers were however on. They were a bunch of pens on my table. I knew something wrong happened last night but I had to get ready for school so I went to the bathroom. The moment I enter I see my toothbrush in the middle of the bathroom. This freaked me out and I decided to use my parents shower instead, only going in to grab clothing. Got to school, told my friends but I ended up getting laughed at. They told me I had stayed up late playing Counter-Strike 1.7 again and I was making up nonsense. I got home, usual time 5pm and tried to go about the rest of the day. I thought I was just being insane or something. Fell asleep and woke up to the same freezing feeling. I knew someone was looking at me. I knew. The worst part of it was I read my clock when I

ran out of the room. It was 3am. This kept happening every night but I realized something. I would only wake up at 3am when I slept in my room. Whenever I would sleep at my parents' room, I was fine. Woke up at the usual 5.30, no cold, no scary feeling, nothing. I decided to spend the remainder of the school year not sleeping in my room. Summer came and I traveled to my sister's house which was two cities away spent two-thirds of my summer months just trying to forget my heartache but most of all my room went home and tried to sleep in my room on the first night back but to no avail I still woke up at three but this time I was having difficulty breathing the next day I tried to walk around the neighborhood to look for answers. I passed by one of the houses and saw one of my mom's friends along with the others hanging out by their porch.

I told them what happened. Most of them were speechless, except for two of them, and they told me this, directly translated to English. My child, were you incredibly angry, bothered or sad these past months? I answered yes and told them I was still nurturing a heartache. One of them nodded at me and continued. Then something followed you home. It must have been attracted to your negative energy like a cloud around you. Your room must have been drenched in all of that sadness that it stayed there and made it its lair. This revelation scared me. I was not one to believe much of folklore but with what's happened I knew she spoke truth. Got home as fast as I could and

started planning. Went to the nearest computer cafe to read up about cleansing and I decided to use holy water in prayer. On one Saturday I went to the local parish with a bottle, tried to take water from one of the stone basins with holy water when a priest stopped me and asked what I was doing. He found it funny that someone who wasn't a regular, yes I am catholic, was getting holy water. So I told him everything. His expression turned grim. He tried to stop me from my plan but couldn't because I wouldn't listen.

So he left but not without parting me these words. You must be very careful with that. We do not know who or worse what you are dealing with. I didn't care. I was ready to fight it. Got home and entered the room. I opened the bottle and immediately splashed it around, first targeting the window. It felt like a dream, or nightmare. But as soon as I swung my fist and water came out, I felt cold. Not the normal cold, but I felt like I was frozen. I felt someone stood behind me and I heard an ungodly, gurgling scream. It was both high-pitched and low in unison. Then I felt as if every hair on my body had become frozen metal guitar strings and someone pulled them at the same time with such force. It was excruciatingly painful. I felt like my skin was coming undone.

The door slammed shut on its own as I ran out. I ran to my parents' room, grabbed the keys, some money, and took two buses back to my sister's place. Got there unnerved and crying. My skin was red like I had a rash all over me. People thought I had lost my mind. My sister was worried sick and thought I was on drugs. She immediately called my mom and we talked on the phone. They both agreed to let me stay there until a week before summer ended. I took every moment I could to regain myself. I couldn't sleep properly for the first few days. At the end, I went back home and was accompanied by our house help when we opened the house. We went straight for my room and tried to open it but it was shut.

Worked for a moment but we finally got the door to budge and it was swung open. It was a mess. Everything was covered in lichen. There were mushrooms on my bed legs and wardrobe. The bed sheets looked damp. I took a step and immediately felt extremely cold. The help said she felt a strange presence staring at us. There was a crack on the window, close to where I sprayed the holy water. We immediately backed out, locked the room, and called my parents over the phone. Mom said she'll have it, my room, renovated immediately, and I was allowed to use my parents' room from now on. Time passed and people began tearing out my room. The construction workers said they would feel some sort of strange sensation and feel cold. Two got into an accident while placing in a new floor.

A few noted that they saw someone standing in the room at night. I never slept there ever again. Never. The room was locked shut. I moved out years later for college, got a chance to fly home months back, it was locked for ten years, undid the locks and I re-entered it. Nothing. But I remember every day what it felt like. I couldn't recognize my room anymore. There was a large painting of Jesus placed in front of the door and some rosaries. Apart from that, nothing. I locked it once again and left. I dare not sleep in it again. My parents don't allow anyone to open it. Not even the help is allowed to. It's kept locked. Till forever. My name is Kaylee and I am a big science believer, not religious in any way at all. But I do accept that there are some things that science can't explain. My story starts back when I was a

toddler, three years old. My cousin and I were very close because his mom, my auntie, or nan used to babysit us together while my mom was at work and there was only a few years difference in our ages. We got on like a house on fire and some of my earliest memories are of us playing together. I will refer to my cousin as R from here on out. Unfortunately just before my fourth birthday my cousin went missing. I don't want to reveal too many details about the case but it was a huge story in the UK at the time. Most of the country was looking for this seven year old boy. A couple of weeks after he went missing after my fourth birthday he was found dead. Being four years old I I didn't really understand death,

so when my mom had to explain to me that he was never coming back, I cried and cried. It's important to mention that my mom was pregnant with my little brother at the time. My parents moved me out of my own room into the bedroom with my two younger sisters to make space for the new arrival and my mom gave birth to my brother three months after R's body was found. It was after I moved into my sister's room that the visit started. My cousin would come and sit on the end of my bed every night talking to me. He looked pale and silvery, kind of like how the ghosts from Harry Potter looked. I had never heard of Harry Potter at this point. It was a few years before even the first film had

been released, so I couldn't have invented this up myself in my four-year-old imagination. I remember one night I was talking with R as usual when I could sense my mom coming up the stairs. She was trying to be quiet so I wouldn't hear her but I could feel she was there so I pretended to be asleep so that I wouldn't be in trouble for staying awake so late. She opens the door a tiny bit. Kaylee? I squeeze my eyes shut but she's not foaled. Kaylee, who were you talking to? I open my eyes. R? I tell her. What do you mean? R isn't here anymore.

He comes and visits me every night and sits on my bed, talking to me. He's here at the moment, but I can't see him properly because you've opened the door and the light from the hallway is shining in on him. Oh, okay. You need to stop talking now and get some sleep, okay? Good night. My mom leaves. She asks me about it again the next day, thinking I was just half asleep and dreaming it but I explained to her again about the daily visits. My mom believes me and the visits continue for years. Then when I was maybe six or so somehow my auntie found out about the visits. I don't know how she found out all I know is that she was angry. She called me a liar and told my mom that if R was going to

visit anyone, he would choose to visit her because she was his mom. That night R came to visit me as usual, but he was sad. He told me he never meant to upset his mom by coming to see me, so the visits would have to be less often. He only came to me on birthdays and Christmas after that. The last time I saw him I think I was around 9 years old. I had a dream and I can still remember every detail about it to this day 15 years later. In the dream I was in a graveyard and I was running. Skeletons and zombies were punching their way out of graves and chasing me. I could see the gates and just kept thinking to myself, I need to get to those gates, they can't follow me out of the gates.

But no matter how hard I ran I never got any closer to the gates. I'm so scared and about to give up and just let them take me. Then suddenly my cousin is there and I am transported, safe on the other side of the gate where the skeletons can't get to me. R looks at me and says, I'll always be there to protect you. Never forget.

And then I jolt awake. I never saw him again after that dream. Remembering it now brings me comfort, like the dream was his last goodbye to me. A few months after that dream. Remembering it now brings me comfort like the dream was his last goodbye to me. A few months after that dream my mom went to visit a psychic with some friends just for a laugh and not taking it seriously at all. The psychic told my mom that one of her children had the gift but the psychic couldn't tell which one of the children it was. My mom who believed my stories about R thought it would be me who had the gift as she knew I had deja vu regularly and could

predict things that would happen because I'd seen them before in dreams. The psychic told my mom a lot of personal things that she would have no way of knowing as well as the fact that R was my guardian angel. That brings me some comfort too. I've considered trying to expand and refine my gift, if I have one, but to be honest, I wouldn't know where to start. Like I said, I'm a big believer in science, though I've dabbled with tarot cards, healing crystals, and dowsers in the past. If anyone has any suggestions as to how I can try to discover this power, I'd be happy to hear them. The next story starts when I'm around six years old and I had invisible friends. Well, they were invisible to everyone else anyway, but not to me. Their names were Sophie, Hannah, Jessica, Megan and either Amelia or Amanda

which I forget. I vividly remember one time playing ring around the rosy with them in the backyard holding hands and skipping in a circle. My mom has no memory of me ever having invisible friends despite in my head I remember talking about them regularly and my mom watching me through the window on the ring of rosies day. They were only around for a few months maybe a year before I stopped seeing them. Fast forward a few more years to high school and I make some new friends who remain my friends all the way through school and into college. Some of those friends I still keep in touch with now. My friends' names, Sophie, Hannah, Jessica, Megan, and both an Amanda and Amelia. Sure, I could have imagined up these invisible friends, and it could just be a coincidence. They're all popular names, right? Well, let me tell you this. At my primary school,

I knew one Sophie and one Hannah, both of whom were horrible to me. So if I had imagined the invisible friends, I wouldn't have chosen those names. I had never met a Jessica before and have never even heard the names Amelia or Amanda before, so I definitely wouldn't have chosen those. Megan is my sister's name name so there is no way I would have picked that either. It's definitely weird. How could I possibly have imagined up so many friends and predicted my future friends names? It still creeps me out a little bit now. The third and final story I will share happened less than a year ago. This did not happen to me but it did happen to my

mom. My mom is a carer for the elderly and they were having a garden party at work to celebrate the royal wedding. Everyone was outside and one of my mom's colleagues decided to take a photo. After the photo was taken they noticed a shape in the window that looked unmistakably like someone waving at the camera. There was no one in the building at the time, everyone was outside. The window was open so there's no way it could have been a reflection in the glass and weirdest of all, my mom swears the face looks exactly like an old man she was caring for who had died in that building a week before the photo was taken. As some of you probably know, in South America during the 70s and 80s, there were military coups on most countries, Chile, Argentina, and Brazil.

The Uruguayan one was from 73 to 85. Punta Carretas is a big building that was used as a jail since 1915, but during that dictatorship period mentioned, it was used primarily as a high-risk penitentiary for political guerrilla fighters. It's not a myth, but a fact that there were atrocious tortures performed to the inmates there, and a lot of disappearances, meaning the military ended them and hid their bodies, which have not been found even today. In 1971, there was a huge escape of 100 inmates, among them the famous Pepe Mojica, which was elected president in 2010. After the return of the democracy in the country, the jail was closed and reopened after a remodel in 1994 as a shopping center. Now, those of us that believed in the paranormal can only imagine the dark energy contained in those walls as a result of its story. A jail in which tortures were performed becoming a shopping center, which isn't also the friendliest environment, absorbs a lot of negative energy.

Anger, fear, pain, envy, and that generates paranormal activities. I worked there as a security guard for a year and a half and can testify that the place is definitely haunted. The first story. The two and a half bathroom. There is a mezzanine in the mall between the second and third floor where some weird stuff happens. You see to reach the bath you must go through a hall that looks exactly like a jail hallway would look. In the entrance of that hall the walls shrink weirdly from an architectural point of view, suggesting that there was a huge heavy door there in the past. And it makes sense since a lot of people say that the bathroom was used as a torture room during

its jail period. A friend that worked in the mall as a cleaner told me that the bathroom was used as a torture room during its jail period. A friend that worked in the mall as a cleaner told me that the bathroom was the only place in the entire building that wasn't cleaned at nights when it was closed to the public since there were numerous laboral accidents and you could feel a dense atmosphere. He also told me there was once a time where someone attempted to end their life in the bathroom. One guy tried to cut his own throat in front of the mirror. Story 2. The Fire. The shopping center had been on fire many times. Five times in the last 18 years in 2000, 2010, 2013, 2016, and 2018. Each of them were originating in proximity to the bathroom mentioned

in the last point and on neither were there official explanations to the origin of this fire. 3. The Cat When I was working there and once I was assigned to the parking space on the second basement. Since it's a big place and I was alone I was given a bicycle to do the rounds. Easy job, just check for suspects around the customers cars, make sure they would park correctly and inform the authorities in case of accidents. One day at night I saw a cat in there and it was kind of weird. I don't know how to explain, even in Spanish, but there was something about the cat that seemed off. Its way of walking,

the way it looked at me, the expression of its face. I don't know, but I felt the urge to follow it. It was close and I was on a bike, but when I approached where it should be I couldn't find it anywhere. Immediately I felt the ambience chill and felt sad for no apparent reason but the story doesn't end there. A few days later I saw it again and thought this time I'll get you and moved as fast as I could but the cat went under a parked car. I saw it perfectly going under the car but when I checked it wasn't there. Again I felt unexplainable chills and sadness. I even asked a couple of customers that were just in front of me if they saw where the cat went but they didn't answer and looked at me as if I was crazy. Not to the point I didn't know if there could be any animal ghosts but

after that I am sure that is what I saw. Maybe it was killed on accident before and its spirit kept lurking in that basement. I'll never know. Number four. Another time I was in another parking space. This time this one was outdoors. The weekend day was relatively uneventful until I heard something through the radio. Some static. It was in Spanish but it was in fact part of the Our Father prayer and forgive us our sins as we forgive those who sin against us. My reaction was immediately asking, what? Who said that? To which my manager answered immediately not to mention it and forget about it. Now, I should mention that around here security guards are not like the ones you see in movies. We're not trained specialists and, in fact, we didn't carry firearms or anything like that.

We were just a bunch of kids on an easy job while studying and a few police veterans looking for some extra income, meaning that we did some jokes from time to time through the radio, but never something like that. And the voice I heard had a certain eerie sound to it, with certain rumble and echo like the way your voice sounds from a cave or church. Well those are my experiences concerning this particular place in my city. I don't work there anymore as I graduated I'm working in something different but every time I go to that mall, specifically at night when going to the cinema, I remember those things that happened to me and get chills. My father passed when I was six years old and had been sick for two years prior to passing so I had very few precious memories of him. My mom would fill in these things here and there,

stories of him and his adventurous soul as I got older. I was the youngest by far of four girls so I was the only one that didn't know him well. Maybe because of those questions and stories I kind of heard things about him the other sisters didn't know of his past. One story told me when I was around 15 or so, laughingly during a have you ever had any paranormal events happen to you kind of thing, she repeated this to me a time or two later as well. My father, her and my eldest sister who was one years old was living in an old house in some state This was the early 1960s House was isolated

Well there was a reported prison break nearby so my mom expected he was worried and led to this event That night he sat up in bed wide awake and said Ethel And woke her up She was alarmed because he was so still and staring at the foot of the bed. What? She said. Did you see them? He whispered. His eyes were steady and wide. He didn't look asleep. He wasn't prone to do anything like sleepwalking or talking in his sleep. See what? There are three little green men at the foot of the bed staring at me. Well there wasn't of course, she snorted and she

told him no there wasn't. Said that he said that they were just staring at him and then he said they were gone. Lasted about two minutes. Now my father had a few events happen in his life that had been weird, but my mom and I never. So that was a funny dad story to me and we laughed, the three little green men. Now fast forward, my son is 11 years old and very sick with bronchial asthma. He has had so many bouts of this all of his young life and this one to me was slightly worse than others. A visit to the hospital, breathing treatments, a fever. About two months later we were chatting and he said, yeah I thought I was going to die that night mom. You weren't that bad off sweetie, I said. Very seriously, he said. I thought I was,

mostly when I saw the three little green men. They were beside the bed just staring at me. One was playing the drums. All I could do was look at him, my mouth gaped. He knew nothing of his grandfather's story. I called my mom and told her and she was just as flabbergasted as I was. My son is now in his thirties and nothing else has happened. But he has sons and I'm keeping my ears open. To set this bizarre experience up, I'm going to have to preface this with the fact that I've always been what I would describe as skeptical but wary when it comes to anything strange or otherworldly. So even though I am easily spooked, I have no problem chalking it up to something reasonable 99% of the time. However, I'm not sure what to think of this one. Late night as per usual, my husband and I go to bed around

10 or 11. We had a little bit of a heated argument, but we got through it and fell asleep together peacefully. Probably a few hours later, I wake up to the sensation of cat claws kneading my head. No biggie, we have two cats and I've caught the older one trying to steal my spot on my pillow more than once so I wasn't surprised or anything. I push them away and try to go back to sleep. A few minutes later I feel it again. Once more I push him off and try to go back to bed. I feel some commotion and rustling on the extra pillows behind me and assume that our younger cat, he's about 8 months, bright white and orange, we'll call him L, is bothering the older cat, grey fur, white triangle on face, we'll call him B, after getting into his catnip toy again. For reference, as of right now I'm

laying on the right side of the pillow and I feel a heavy weight on the upper left side of the pillow, roughly matching the weight of B, the older cat. So when I look up to separate them, I expect to see the teen kitty, L, farther back behind my head and taunting our older cat next to me as usual. Wrong. I turn my head to look back and I'm staring at B back by the headboard. I look to see who's next to me because L is drastically skinnier and lighter than B and barely sinks into any pillows we have. B is a chonky boy. I'm staring at another gray cat roughly the same size and looks like B sitting right next to my face and staring at B I've never seen this cat before in my life we don't have a third cat and

there's no possible way another cat got inside as we were on the second floor with all entries to our home locked and sealed at night and it's winter. Here's where it gets strange. The presence of this third cat did not bother me like it didn't even register to me that there for lack of a better term was a doppelganger of B two inches from my face and B didn't seem worried either. Although they looked identical, so B could have been the one next to me regardless. Both cats seemed peaceful. I roll over, not even freaking registering this strange new cat, and drift off for what seems like only a minute before feeling the cat shift on the pillows above me. I wake up in time to see them jump off the bed, one chasing the other, and for some reason I put out my hand

to touch it. It was like a weird lure almost. Horrible, horrible idea. I touch this cat and am jarred with the worst feeling I've ever experienced. It felt like absolute raw dread and terror. It was like a hyperversion of your gut telling you something is very wrong, over and over. Upon touching the cat I also experienced seeing something, which I didn't want to add to this because it makes me look like a crazy person. Throughout my life I've always been pretty healthy mentally and physically, truly blessed that way, but I'm hoping maybe someone has seen it as well. It was like a seal, a rune, or insignia, not sure what the word I'm looking for, that had a freaky looking lionish creature in the middle.

I only saw it for about half a second in my vision when I touched the cat. I'm trying desperately to chalk this creepy thing up to me waking up and it being just a remnant of a quick dream since I did nod off. And as soon as I touched the cat, it was gone. Poof in the midair. I would love to think I was dreaming or it was sleep paralysis, but I was very awake and I could move and do things. I could get up if I wanted to. Nothing matches up. So if anyone has any insight let me know because I really would love to know what the heck I just saw. This is going into detail regarding a sequence of paranormal events. I've been searching for answers for as long as I can remember, but it's impossible to discern the genuineness of anything on the internet, and unfortunately most of it's like me, someone seeking answers.

When I was too young to remember, my mom told me I only ever slept in complete darkness with the door shut and everything. She said I would talk to someone. One of my first memories is telling her I can't speak to the angels anymore and suddenly felt confused with an odd feeling I shouldn't have done that. I was confused because it was like a message without sound. I just knew. Ever since then I've been terrified of the dark. I don't know why. I'm a bit disturbed of the darkness these days but back then I couldn't even tolerate it. One day I just stopped sleeping in my room altogether. It was easier to sleep in the living room and my mom even started sleeping out there with

me. This is around 2005. At our last house we've moved in around 2007 I had a terrifying experience. It was 2008 and I was alone in the living room since at the time I didn't sleep in a room and we lived in a smaller house. My mom was sleeping in her room this time around and I was alone. It was sudden, but something woke me up. At first I thought it was strange how I jolted out of my sleep and didn't feel the least bit exhausted, and I'm not a morning person either. It was around 3.30am at the time. I was sleeping adjacent to the kitchen. My head was hanging over the armrest of the couch as a pillow facing into the hallway. For some reason the hall light was off even though I always left it on. This bothered me. The bathroom light was on though so my brother must have turned

the hall light off since his room was next to the hall light and left the bathroom light on though the bathroom door was closed. I started to relax again and fell back to sleep. Suddenly, something started poking the back of my head, which disturbed me. At first, I thought it was my imagination because I almost drifted back to sleep, so I tried to ignore it. It happened again in an identical manner as before. It felt definitely real at this point that someone was poking the back of my head with two fingers, back and forth in an intent manner. At this point I was awake so I couldn't just brush it off as my imagination the second time around, so I sank into the couch and slowly turned around.

There was an older, middle-aged man staring bitterly at me. I could see his face through the bathroom light protruding through the top of the door, and for some reason he looked familiar but I'm not sure why. After a few seconds he started walking towards me which terrified me, and all I could do was desperately sink down as fast as I could into the couch I was on hoping somehow the layer of blanket would protect me. I thought about yelling but I couldn't find my voice and I was afraid I'd make him angry and he would run toward me to shut me up. He seemed so real, for all I knew he could have been an intruder, but the whole situation felt unnatural. He got to the end of the hallway where my head was

previously facing and he suddenly looked away from me into the kitchen behind me to my left. Even though I was terrified, I honestly wanted to know what he was looking at. So I looked into the kitchen and there was this woman. She seemed relatively young with white clothes on and she was just staring at him with an unamused look on her face. Suddenly she flew through the living room, stomping like a rampaging animal and effortlessly shoved him through the hallway and into the bathroom. What really had me thinking was the hall light turned on. Now, I've seen weird unexplainable things my whole life and I almost always brushed it off as my imagination, but nothing physical like this has ever really happened before. And suddenly the atmosphere lightened up and the ambient noise returned which I hadn't even noticed until that moment.

It was really unsettling. It was a bit disappointing when I stayed up later that night and told my mom about the instance and she told me I was dreaming, even if I was clearly awake. Fast forward a bit. About 8 years ago in 2011 we moved into our house. For the first few months there were issues where the doors would sort of just lock themselves, particularly when nobody was in the house. On one occasion my parents were on the porch, so knowing the issues they were having with the doors they decided to leave the door cracked thinking it might have been an issue with the locking mechanism itself. The glass door was a little rusty and it

needed to be greased so opening and closing it required a little effort to say the least. Somehow the door slammed shut and locked them out. The doors continued to be an issue for about six months after we moved in but eventually it just stopped. It was around this time when I was home alone. I was using the master bathroom because it was the first time we ever had a very nice master bathroom such as itself and I liked using it for that reason. Now I was starting to get used to the house so I wasn't too bothered by the fact that I was home alone. I personally always got the creeps whenever I went into that bathroom, and it didn't help my mother and even my skeptical father felt the same way.

There was a large closet adjacent to the master bathroom, which at the time we didn't use for much, but would later be used for storage. Something about that closet made me feel uneasy, but I didn't think much of it. It must have been all the empty space, I thought. It had one of those bright office-looking fluorescent lights. It flickered and made a loud buzzing noise which added to the unsettling atmosphere. I walked into the door to the bathroom through the master bedroom and I froze in place because there was this young guy just standing there at the end of the bathroom by the obscured bathroom

window next to the closet door. I looked into his eyes and I immediately hightailed it out of there. I didn't go into the bathroom for three months, I mean unless someone joined me in there to look around. I told my mom and she looked at me, startled. She said she'd seen the same thing. A young guy, probably 19. He was relatively tall, 6 foot. His eyes looked bloodshot, but I couldn't really tell because he was so far away. Now over the years we've renovated the house and he seems to have gotten friendlier. Maybe he likes what we've done or he's gotten used to us or a combination of both. We would often see him just standing around, staring at us.

My sister often said she would wake up and see a guy standing across the room staring at her. He would always leave, just phase through the wall whenever she saw him. Now, we never really told my brother because he was a hardcore skeptic, so talking about it with him was sure to be met with an attitude. He's agnostic and he rarely talked about the phenomena. So one night around 10pm, he woke up and saw a dude just staring at him in the room. I was in the living room with my mom watching TV and we heard him yell. We thought he was asleep but we guessed he was playing Call of Duty or something. Lo and behold he came out startled and told us he woke up to some dude standing next to his bed staring at him. When he yelled, he just backed through the wall. Now, my dad rarely mentions the phenomenon, but he's mentioned hearing strange sounds coming from the bathroom closet,

considering he's literally adjacent to it from where he sleeps. My mom apparently agreed with him, saying she's heard it too. He almost always sleeps with the bathroom door shut too because of the quote-unquote vibes he gets from leaving it open. Like you're being stared at. But I don't think he's negative. My mom thinks he's maybe troubled but he can be relatively friendly. One time I was on my computer. It was late at night and it was dark in the room and I wasn't up to much. As weird as it sounds, I started waving

my arms in the air for absolutely no reason, just waving them like I just don't care because of that song. You know the song? Anyways, I stopped and the screen turned dark and I saw someone standing behind me waving their arms around, like a wacky, wavy, inflatable arm tube man, so I turned around and nobody was there. And it freaked me out, to say the least, but I also laughed about it since it was so quirky. The only problem is we don't think he's the only one here. Apparently everyone's in agreement there's another dark figure lurking in the background. My mom and I on occasion have woken up to a choking sensation with concussive type symptoms. It would often occur in episodes, occurring for a week or two at the time then stop for a few weeks or even months,

and it's only ever me or her at any given night. Personally it would often be joined by an unusual dream, I can't say much for her since she refuses to talk about them in detail, but it would often be relatively normal for me. But the dream would slowly start to deteriorate. I would start getting confused. I would have trouble thinking in the dream and there would always be this shadow person there. If I looked at him, I suddenly would be attacked. It would lunge at me and sort of take over. My limbs would go limp and I would start shaking uncontrollably. I feel lethargic and there are all of these illiterate or disturbing thoughts in my head that don't make any sense. There would be this warping sensation or sound, it's difficult to explain, and my neck would start to feel twisted.

I would have trouble breathing and my sight would begin to fade. Then I would suddenly wake up with a choking sensation and intense fear, sometimes shaking in bed with the feeling that something was crawling off of me, but I rarely see anything and when I do it's just a dark shadow. My mom's described having these same experiences but we never have them on the same nights and it only occurs when we sleep at night or late in the evening. This is why I refuse to sleep at night. I can't, and I always fall asleep around 8am. For some reason, it's the only way to stop the night terrors, or whatever they are. I worked in an oldish university built in the early 20th century in Germany. The four-story building is situated at some kind of hill, so most of it is above ground level.

But we also have a huge basement with barely any light coming through the small windows, but some easy accessible exits. It's not possible to enter the building through it though. There are many ways to get from below the ground level floor and there are some ways that I usually avoid once the sun is down. You see I study archaeology and we have a huge collection of plaster casts of famous Roman and Greek artworks. And once it's dark, like dark dark, it becomes unsettling and I feel watched pretty quickly. So I just avoid the rooms filled with plaster casts and everything is fine. So much for the setting. So I worked on one Saturday night evening last summer in my office which happens to be in the basement as well. At about 8pm I get a

strange feeling of being lonely. So I leave my office and look around the building for anyone else to chat up and get a little break. I get up the stairs on my usual route but there was nobody around. That's not too uncommon for that time of day on a weekend so I decide to walk around a bit in our library and then get back to work. Once I enter the library I notice growling thunder and the rooms light up by the lightning. After that it becomes dark. The clouds darken the building as if it's becoming night. That was unsettling but I know myself. I get creeped out by every little thing because I watch so many horror movies. No big deal, I think to myself and go back to my office through one of the rooms with the plaster casts. I don't know why I changed my usual route and went through one of

those rooms. Once I'm downstairs I notice a weird sound. The storm is continuing with thunderbolts every few moments but another very strange sound joins the scenery. It was a metallic sound. The first image that came to my mind was someone hitting a knife against a metal wall. It was raining. I didn't think much of it. It's an old building. Sounds happen. I continue to walk to my office, but then I notice that the sound was coming closer to me. Still no big deal. Sound travels. I might become scared and start imagining things. Once I get to my office, the feeling of being watched becomes unbearable. The sound comes closer and closer. It sounded like it was just around the corner. So I packed my things and ran off as fast as I could. I am going to die was the only thought I had in that moment and I had to get out.

I never experienced that kind of feeling and it creeped me out more than anything else. The exit to the building is right next to my office. Once I am out the feeling became even stranger. I looked at the building and noticed that the window of our elevator lit up, and there was nobody there. There couldn't be anyone there. The building was closed, only a few people had access, and there was nobody there just a few moments ago. I would have noticed if someone came in. Why use the elevator anyways? It's not an elevator for transportation of people

but for our plaster casts. Everyone just uses the stairs, especially the people that I know have a key to the building. That's when I noticed that not only there wasn't anyone in the building that I knew of, but there was nobody outside either. I know it was raining, why be outside with that kind of weather, but somehow I knew I was alone. Not alone by the building, but alone-lone. I'm not superstitious, I know when I'm freaked out because of my psyche playing tricks on my mind. In that moment I could have sworn that I was the only person on earth. It was like the whole world wasn't moving anymore and there was a huge street on my building. Even that was empty. The feeling of being watched didn't go away but I wasn't as afraid anymore. Some friends wanted to hang out later that evening so

I was waiting for them to pick me up like we planned in the morning. The whole time I could barely move and I couldn't take my eyes off that elevator. Once they arrived I noticed that I must have stood there for about an hour but what felt like a few minutes. As I jumped into their car as quickly as I could everything went back to normal. Suddenly there were cars on the road. Sounds. There was no sound except the thunder and the sound of raindrops hitting the floor before and it came back to normal. I must have looked like I've seen death. My friends were really concerned. The next day I went back with a colleague of mine and we tried out every possibility

to recreate the sound I heard. We hit different metal objects with other metal objects but it wasn every possibility to recreate the sound I heard. We hit different metal objects with other metal objects but it wasn't possible to recreate. Everything sounded way deeper than that sound I heard and more natural. I asked all the other people working in that building who had a key to the elevator and who could have been there the night before but no, nobody was there except for me. They have no reason to lie to me, some of them are even my teachers. To this day all of this doesn't make any sense. I know myself, I have never felt that kind of fear, the basic instinct of get out now. So I wanted to ask if any of you have had some kind of

explanation, be it either a psychological or paranormal one. As I said, the building is very old. It has seen World War II. It has seen many depressed students. I wish I could make some sense out of the situation because it felt so wrong and different than anything I've ever experienced. And believe me, I'm a huge baby, so I imagine things quite often, and I get the bad feeling that this wasn't just one of my creepy fantasies. In late 2014, my sister was driving my mom's old 2005 Chevy Malibu with her dog in a kennel in the front passenger seat. She's driving down a dark back road at night on her way to her house in the next town over. It's 11pm on, I think, a Thursday.

I'm still awake. I'm sure there was no school the next day, my other sister is in her room and my brothers aren't home. My mom comes out of her room and starts to go to the door. She asks me, I'm going to drive with your sister and make sure she gets home safe. Do you want to come with me? I said no as I was watching some show on Nick at Night. My mom walks out the door and she drives off. After maybe 40 minutes my mom calls her house phone. I pick it up when I see her number. She is very frantic and says while crying, I won't be home for a couple of hours. Your sister's car rolled over. I don't remember exactly what she said over the phone but she explained to me and I told my sister.

Meanwhile, my mom is speeding down this dark road trying to find where my sister is. My sister didn't know where she was when she crashed. It was a cold November night. My mom is driving so fast, she sees flashing red and blue lights in her mirror. She gets pulled over and explains she needs to get to her daughter she had called the police earlier to search the roads for her and this was one of the cops after the officer understands and lets her go he drives off my mom continues to sit there on the side of the road crying into her arms on the steering wheel

she stops crying when she sees a white Pontiac Firebird pull up beside her. The windows roll down and there is a man. Long, well-kept brown hair. Thin face. A little hair on his chin and blue eyes. He asked her if she needed help, if she was okay. She saw his eyes and immediately felt safe. He offered to help her look for her daughter. She hadn't even said anything about her yet, but my mom accepted. She trusted him as if she knew him her whole life. She got in his car and they drove. He held her hand and told her everything would be alright. You doubt it will be safe, don't worry. Don't worry, it'll all be fine. She said his voice was so soothing. She continued to look into his eyes, which she said seemed to still shine even in the dark of

night. They drove until they came across the wreckage. My mom gets out of the car and runs to her, both crying, my sister holding her dog tight. Police arrive only shortly after and my sister gets put in an ambulance and sent to the hospital along with her dog. My mom cries in relief and goes to find the man that drove her to tell him thank you. Instead, she finds her SUV parked exactly where the man dropped her off. She stands there, then gets into her car and drives off. Weeks later, my mom asks my sister if she saw a white Pontiac Firebird drop her off for the man. She says no, and that, you just got there, got out of your car and ran to me. I didn't see anyone else but you. My mom believes this was Jesus guiding her, keeping her calm. Jesus was her guardian angel that night. My mom's side of the family is very

religious and I find comfort in the thought that my mom had Jesus as her guardian angel then. I also wonder what would have happened if I had agreed to go in the first place. I guess I'll never know. My sister ended up getting many stitches. She wasn't seriously injured. Had a huge gash in her right elbow. Her dog, a Shih Tzu named Delilah was fine. But she had some form of PTSD since then. Every night she would cry in her sleep.

One year later she passed away of parvo. It's a painful disease for a dog and I hate that she had to go like that. She was happy. She was always in front of the door jumping every time I got home from school. One day she wasn't there, found her in the laundry room laying down. I knew something was wrong. I told my mom and we found out she was sick. She was a great dog and I loved her. I don't know what heaven would be like but I would like to think she's up there running

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iGaming Ontario. I'll start this story off by saying that you need to be very careful about what information you have available to the public. You can try to be as private as possible but if someone wants to find out who you are, the internet makes it incredibly easy these days. I was not careful enough and it could have cost me my life. I'm a teacher at an elementary school in Canada. The area that the school is located is in a rough part of the city. There are a lot of students renting homes in the area as well as low-income housing units. There's a lot of drug- homes in the area as well as low income housing units. There's a lot of drug related incidents in the area so you shouldn't go out alone after dark unless you're armed or with another person.

This story starts off on the property of the school. I stayed behind late into the evening to catch up on some correcting and getting things prepared for the following day's lesson. I was looking out the window when I noticed a woman walking her miniature chihuahua. The dog squats to do its business, but the woman didn't pick it up. Figures. This happens a lot in the area and kids use the grounds to play on. I was completely tired of people too lazy to pick up after their dog, so I ran outside as she was walking away and called out to her.

Hey, you mind picking up after your dog's business? This is a school where children play. Please just pick it up so I don't have to. The woman calls out, I always pick up my dog's poop. She didn't poop, she just squat to take a pee. She walked away. I went over to the spot and sure enough there was a fresh turd there in the spot where the dog supposedly squat to just take a pee. I was very annoyed but the woman was gone off the property now and I couldn't chase her. A few days later I'm driving into the school after my lunch break and see the same woman with her dog. Without thinking I rolled down my window and said, Oh, so you came back. Did you bring some bags this time to pick up after your dog? The lady, who we'll call B, pulled out a bag from her pocket and said,

Yeah, I did bring a bag, like I do every time I take my dog out. Okay, I know this lady didn't pick up the dog's poop last time. I was about ready to argue when she said, You have a wonderful day now. Nice car, by the way. And walked off. I drive a Mazda hatchback with no special features, so there was absolutely nothing nice about it. This weirded me out a little and I started to continue down the road when I realized that, oh no, she knows exactly

what I drive now. I'm a little bit of a paranoid person so the absolute worst came to mind. I told myself that I was overreacting and forced myself to put it out of my mind. The next morning I decided to go into work early to decorate the classroom for Valentine's Day. I'm the first to arrive at the school and as I'm turning the corner to go into the school, guess who's there? It's B. She noticed me, she looked straight at me and gave me a nod and raised her hand to me like an acknowledgement that she knew who I was.

Scared I waited for her to leave with her dog and I left the school and drove around the area, hoping that I could find her and find out where she lives. No such luck. It was almost like she had vanished into thin air. The next few days went by without any sight of Bea. I had finally began to forget about her until one day after work I go out to my car and find a single bag of dog feces on my windshield. This is a clear message that I had angered her. I thought about calling the police, but what could I say? Hey, I told a woman off for not picking up her dog poop and now there's dog poop in a bag on my car.

They would have laughed at me. Again, another few days went by with nothing until a note appeared on the windshield of my car. I shakily opened it and it only had two words on it. My first name and my last. B had no idea who I was before I called out to her. We had never met each other before and there was a big age difference. I being almost 40, she looked to be roughly 20. There was no way we could have met before. I was vividly terrified by now and when I got home my husband asked me what was wrong. I broke down and told him everything. Rick held me while I cried and told me to bring it to the school's attention. I did just that the next day.

They told me that if I ever saw Bea on the school's property again to tell them and they would call the police. It was as if she knew because she hadn't been back on the property since. Not that I've seen anyways. The story doesn't end here, but oh I wish it had. On March 16th I got the shock of my life. My husband and kids went to his parents for the weekend and I was home alone. I decided to go out and do some shopping. I went to the local grocery store and picked up food for the week and then filled the car up with gas. Upon my return home I noticed a bag on my doorstep. I got out of my car and slowly made my way back up to the bag. It was full, and I mean full of dog poop.

Attached to the bag was another note that said, Open me. The contents of that letter changed my life forever. I'm going to share it with you and what it said, but I'm going to change the details such as names and addresses to change and protect my identity. It read, Hi Teresa Martin. As you know I've found where you live. I know that you've got two children, Kendra who's six and Liam who's three. Your husband, Rick, works as a real estate agent and I know they're gone to your in-laws for the weekend.

Obviously you live at 62 James Lane. I thought I would write you this letter to show you how easy it is for people to find things about you. I thought about doing a lot of things, such as burning your house down while you're all asleep and waiting out there with a gun and shooting any of you that try to run out to safety. I thought about tying you up in front of your children while your husband is at work and slowly doing things to you that will forever scar your children. And although I've had these thoughts, I'm also not a violent person. I just have violent thoughts. You should consider yourself lucky I'm not completely crazy. This is just a warning that if you anger the wrong person, they could be capable of doing some pretty nasty things.

Far worse than this. Oh, you might be wondering how I found out all the information. It started after you stopped in your car to try and tell me off. I now knew what kind of car you drove, so it made it easy. I went to the school's website and looked up the staff. I searched every single name on Facebook and Google until I found your picture and matched your name to your face. Your profile was private but I did get to see your profile picture with you, your husband, and kids smiling for a Christmas photo. Your husband commented on the photo saying that this

was the best Christmas picture yet. I now had your husband's name. Then came the hard part. I had to find your address. I took your husband's name and your name and I looked it up in the phone book. There were only five people in the phone book with your exact name. I went to each location to look for your parked car in the driveway. I got on the second try. I felt triumphant. I could have just followed you in my car but you would have caught on a lot quicker. This was more fun, like a mission. Once I found out where you live I just had to wait around for the perfect time to leave this letter. Anyways, Teresa, I hope this doesn't scare you too much. I won't hurt you. I just thought I'd show you how dangerous it can be

messing with crazy people. Sincerely, B. I lost almost all my sanity after reading this letter. This woman went through all this trouble because I asked her to pick up her dog poop. I immediately called the police and they took the letter in a description of B, short, about 5 foot 4, 140 pounds with long brown hair and green eyes. They couldn't do much because they didn't have a name. They just told me to call immediately if I see her no matter where it was. Sure enough, I found her a week later. She was in the grocery store and in the aisle next to me.

I froze. I quickly pulled out my phone and called the local police station. I told them who I was and the situation. They sent an officer out and he was there within two minutes. They arrested Caitlin without incident as I learned that's what her name was. She was held for three days before appearing before a judge. Since she had no prior criminal record she was let off the hook with only community service. She has been ordered to stay off the school's property and she's not allowed in my neighborhood but I don't think that's going to stop her. I'm still terrified

that this girl is going to do something to me or my family especially since now she knows that I've contacted the police about her. I'm constantly checking over my shoulder and I'm not sleeping at night. I wake in terror to every little noise. Guys, please be wary with what information you share online and be careful when confronting a stranger. You never know who or what you could be dealing with. I'm a short 5'2 female living in Colorado. I'm 18 now, but this story happened when I was 14 leading up to last year. I have been living with my grandfather a few towns over from the rest of my family since the summer of my freshman year of high school for school. My first summer here

started good, working with my grandpa and making not a lot of money but was happy being alone. After spending the last 13 or so years in a full house of 5 people it was nice to be in a house where I had my own space and room with a big bed. I thought it would be nice being in a small town where I didn't really know anyone and could make new friends. My grandpa invited me to go to a town dinner with him one evening and I didn't have anything better to do so I went with him and was already uncomfortable in the room full of people that I didn't know. So after I finished eating I went outside to sit on the swing at the park. After sitting there for ten minutes or so I heard some rocks moving behind me and I turned to see a man walking around the swings. He was in his early twenties and was wearing a nice dress shirt but it was wrinkled and stained and his pants around the swings. He was in his early 20s and was wearing a nice dress shirt but

it was wrinkled and stained and his pants were the same. When he noticed I saw him he said hey in a very calm voice. Me being raised to be polite and not ignoring people talked to him for a few minutes until the dinner was over and my grandpa drove around the park to pick me up. It wasn't until the next few months that I realized I made a big mistake talking to him that night. After I started school in that town my grandpa was short on help and he decided to hire that man to work with him. In my grandpa's words that boy's ladder doesn't go all the way to the top meaning he wasn't smart and did very dumb things without realizing they were dangerous during work. Every time I would run into him in town I would pretend I didn't see him and I would hurry and run to somewhere to hide until he left.

A few weeks later my grandpa fired him and gave him his last check. Later that week that man showed up at our house asking to get his job back and my grandpa said that he had already got new help and didn't need him to work anymore. The man then paused and then asked my grandpa if I was home. My grandpa ignored his question and shut the door. I thought that was the last time that I would hear anything about him. I was wrong. In the next few months my grandpa had hired a few new people to help him and they knew that man. After school one day my grandpa told me to be sure to avoid that man every time I saw him. I told him that I had been but asked why he was suddenly concerned about it

again and what he told me made me feel sick to my stomach. The man had told the people that worked for my grandfather that he was in love with a 14 year old and that he was going to marry her but her grandfather doesn't know it yet. They instantly knew he was talking about me and told my grandpa what he had said. My grandpa was so angry I thought he was going to hurt him. The next year I was outside smoking enjoying the night air and looking at the stars when I suddenly saw him right in front of my porch. I threw my cigarette and ran inside locking the door behind me and yelling for my grandpa telling him that the man was just in the yard walking up

to me. My grandpa grabbed his gun and went outside but he couldn't find him. The next day my grandpa went to that man's grandmother's house to tell him that her grandson was trespassing and he wouldn't hesitate to shoot him if he ever came up in that yard and scared me again. I didn't hear anything from him for a few years and I thought that was going to be the end of dealing with him. But this last year shortly after my 18th birthday I was sitting at home in bed and I got a Facebook message request from a random account with a name I didn't know. I opened the message and it is a bunch of disgusting messages with pictures and a video. I checked the username that was used to create the account and it was him. I freaked out and started crying and called my older sister

and she told me to screenshot the message and send them to my mother so she could take them as evidence of harassment to go to the police. I did and now I'm just hoping it's over for good. My friends and I are really into camping and everything about outdoor stuff. I like it too, but not as much as they do. Once we were camping in a forest about 10 miles away from the nearest town or village. It was only me, Oliver, Jacob, and Nathan. I've noticed some weird stuff that was happening, but neither of them believed me and just told me I'm being paranoid. I was like, eh, they're probably right.

The sun was going down and we decided to roll a J. While we were smoking it, I saw someone in the forest. I was freaking out and told them what I saw. Nathan decided it would be a great idea to go out there and look around. He took his flashlight with him and went about. After like five minutes he came back and said he saw nothing. I didn't sleep that night. The worst thing was that we didn't sleep in a tent but in our hammocks. The next day was the worst. When the sun was coming up I went to collect some wood for a fire. I was about 50 meters from our camp when I saw something hiding in the bushes nearby. I thought it was one of my friends so I took a stick, threw it in the bush and yelled,

Ha! Gotcha! It wasn't any of my friends. He stood up. I freaked out. It was some middle-aged guy who looked like some sort of addict. I started screaming and sprinted to our camp. Everyone was up and they were like, what are you doing? When I told them, they believed me. We started packing our stuff as fast as possible. When we had everything packed, we wanted to go all the way back but then Nathan said, Guys, you should see this.

We asked him what we should see and he pointed in the direction that we had come here. There's a bear trap on the ground. What should we do? Oliver asked. I just told him we should get out of here. About two miles away from where we were camping I noticed that someone was following us. I told my friends and all of us started running. I said all of us. I meant that guy as well. He was on our butts for like two miles and then stopped, turned around and just vanished.

When we arrived to the nearest town we called the cops. Don't know what happened afterwards but I hope to god that they found him and I don't think I'll be going camping for quite a long time. This happened back in 2005. My friends May, Shell, and Nadi, we all met back in college, but live in separate towns in a province here in the Philippines. During that time, our province was not that fully developed, so there are lots of land where there was just trees and grass on both sides of a stretch of road. It was Noddy's elder brother's birthday, we'll call him Neil, who was our friend

but we were closer to his sister more and we were invited to celebrate it with them at around 6pm. We got there, ate, had a nice chit chat with around 7 or more people whom we are acquainted with as well. We moved to the patio outside their home because we got too crowded in the living room. This was around 7pm by then. Our chit chat became a storytelling of who has the best ghost experience. We took turns in sharing our ghost stories and our opinions about each other's story. There was a belief that when you share ghost stories within a group,

this attracts ghosts to your group. It was around 10pm and we were in the middle of our storytelling when we all smell something like a lit up candle. All of 15 of us started to look around and wonder where the smell was coming from. Since we cannot find a single clue where it might have come from, we looked at each other confused and this doesn't stop us from retelling ghost stories to each other. It was around 11pm when we were advised by my friend's father that it was quite late and we needed to head back home. Since Mae, Shell and I, we live in separate towns away from them, Neil was asked by their father to drive us back home. He agreed but he said we need to take the other people which are his friends home first and we agreed. His friends

lived in the town next to them. Since we are a lot we decided to just walk them to their houses. The street was empty except for the rowdy bunch which is us and we have long forgotten the candle smell earlier. While walking Neil's friend who had a bike with him suddenly stopped in the middle of the street. He then exclaimed that we could walk a little slower because his bike was somewhat heavy and he was having a hard time pedaling so we walked in a slow pace so he can keep up. It didn't register to us that time that it was quite unusual for him to have troubles biking since it was a straight path without any inclines. The bike looks like it doesn't have any flat tires. We kind of realized it was weird the next day. Now while walking a

strong smell of flowers filled the air. All of us stopped and looked at each other and then looked around for any signs of flowery shrubs that might have been the cause of that flowery smell. Of course, there's none, just grasses and trees. We all felt the feeling of horror creeping up our spine. We decided to bolt out of that street. We got to one of their homes. We decided to take a breather first and try to compose ourselves with what had happened. We can't find any logic as to what happened. We decided to not overthink what happened and

just go back to Neil and Nottie's house and then head back home. Nothing eventful happened when we were walking back to their house. Neil went back inside their house to get his car keys while we waited by the lamppost outside the house. We are six, Shell, May, Noddy and one of Neil's guy friends sat at the back while Neil was driving and I was riding shotgun. We were just a few blocks away when I noticed Neil was driving slow. Neil knows a lot about cars and when we asked why he was driving slow, he told us that the car was so low that he can feel the chassis hitting the ground. It was because the six of us were weighing it down. We were like,

okay, that's logical. And a few minutes into that somewhat crawl of a drive, there was a sudden bump and he abruptly stepped on the brake. He looked back to us and said that he thinks he hit something or bumped onto something. It was dark and the grass was long so he was not sure if it was a cat or a critter had jumped out of nowhere and he hit it. He and his friend went out and decided to check if he indeed ran over something or probably a hump on the road that he didn't see. They went back inside and informed us that there was none. Their faces showed other confusion with what happened. With a shake of his head, Neil decided to drive slow again. They decided to take me home first because I live the furthest.

After 30 minutes or so, I was home. When they left, I texted them to drive carefully and to let me know if all of them get home safely. After me, they dropped shell off. While they were on the road to Mae's place Mae called me to keep on chatting. I was still awake at that time. She told me that they were still on the road and Neil was still crawl driving. It seems like Neil heard her comment and said in his defense that the car was heavy as if there were still six people inside. That got me thinking and I said that is odd. How come it could still be heavy if two people had already left?

Mae said she doesn't understand. I just slept on it without thinking too much about it. The next day I saw a text on my phone that were from Mae and Nottie. Apparently Nottie texted me that night informing me they got home safe and wouldn't believe what just happened to them on the way to Mae's house. The text says that they were crawl driving and her brother was already complaining about how heavy the car seemed to be. It was like we never left. He was having a hard time driving and controlling the car. It seemed like someone or something was holding the steering wheel. Then the next text I read from Nottie got my heartbeat racing. She said that when they dropped

off May to her house, the car just lifted. Lifted like all the people inside the car just got out with May. Neil felt the car becoming lighter as they drove back to the house. They received a text from May saying that she thinks something followed her home. I sent her a reply. Yeah, I think it was following us or maybe probably just you. This happened in May 2015 in Wasilla, Alaska. I'm a 43-year-old veteran. Most of the month was spent in bed, not knowing what is happening. I finally gave in and went to the hospital. After four hours in the waiting area for the ER lobby to be seen by a doctor at Indian Health Services,

we proceeded to a different hospital. While I was explaining my symptoms, the nurse got up, gave me the gesture of let's go, and then began screaming let's go, as if to notify all available people to assist. My wife was pushing me in the hospital wheelchair. Feeling the wind in my face, I was being rushed to a room in through the double doors. Next thing you know, I'm being surrounded by emergency personnel. They were talking to my wife at the time for personal information. Within 15 minutes, a doctor came in telling us that I had experienced my first stroke. Of course, my left arm became limp. No control at all. My right leg has also become weak in the process. Of course I spent about two weeks in the brain trauma unit. Learning how to cope with the changes,

walking with a cane was perfectly fine with me. At least I was able to walk out of the hospital on my own. The date is June 29th, 2015. I became apprehended by the state for past behavior. While incarcerated, I experienced my second stroke. Although it took me three days to finally see a doctor, by that time the next morning I was told how to move from the bed to a wheelchair. I was looking at the nurse as if though she was kidding. I tried to move. What happened totally shocked me. My body didn't move the way I wanted to move. I almost fell off the bed. Luckily the nurse was positioned just right and caught me from falling face first on the floor. That's when I knew my life had changed. I've been in the hospital

for my 40th birthday. I've had an officer with me 24-7 up to that point. It was in the afternoon when the other officer entered the room with a box, looked at the officer on duty and said, You can remove the cuffs. Putting the box down, my wife said, What? and hugged me so hard, during the process I almost fell off my chair. On the last day of the month is when the neurologist came to the decision that I had been taught enough to go home with my family.

That was like a birthday in its own. Having re-learned how to do everything all over, I felt like a baby, experiencing everything all over. Having success in accomplishing simple things as washing dishes on my own felt like I can accomplish anything. Then, April 2016, boom, another stroke, although this one affecting my cerebellum. My first experience with it was astonishing. As I was going to shake a doctor's hand, my hand wound up six inches to the side of the doctor's hand. I was so embarrassed about the whole ordeal, finding out that it's going to happen more than usual.

It is as if I can never sober up. Getting used to that sure is painful. March 2018 is the last month of my unfortunate experience. Finally, I stood up, brushed myself off, shouting up to the heavens, saying, Life, you hit like a girl. Since then, good lord willing, I have not had to stay in the hospital since. It's taken a lot to get myself to do this, as it left me paranoid and with moderate to severe hypervigilance. This added to my anxiety so badly now I require sleeping medication to put myself down for bed even.

I will say this though, it's left me thankful I live in a stand your ground state. Let me start by stating, I'm a small person to my own dismay, 5 foot 2, around 105 pounds. In high school I was even smaller to make things worse. Being of small stature, my entirety in the public school system I was targeted quickly by bullies non-stop, which only created a nasty chip on my shoulder and the nasty trademark rage my family seemed to have. By high school I was introverted, suspicious, and had a bad temper with a cussing problem. Not sure entirely how this started my predicament either, as I was not an inviting person. It started about when I was 17. Forgive me if some bits are fuzzy, I seem to have forcibly forgotten some stuff from then.

I used to skip class a lot due to teachers not handling bullies and crippling anxiety problems I'd have in class. I wasn't even aware I had anxiety badly. Eventually while skipping I crossed paths with this kid from JROTC. He was tall, homely chubby guy who I just tried to be polite with but not overly friendly towards as he didn't pique my interest. He quickly asked me on a date, the JROTC dance, to which I naturally declined. Didn't ever want to hang out with that guy. Then later into the school year this interaction took place, things got odd eventually. As an art nerd I often times hung out with my crush, fellow art nerd friend. I'd work on art, listen to music or play my DS on occasion.

We'd hang out in various locations at lunch. This is when the weird behavior started to show up. I finally noticed if we hung out anywhere but the art hall that chubby kid would be nearby. I didn't register this as weird yet though. It took a month of it happening before it felt wrong to me. Then one day I asked my art buddy, hey dude I've been noticing this guy always hanging around when we're out near the student lounge. Have you noticed he's always close by when we're here? He's closer every time I'm aware. To which he replied, huh? That's weird. Maybe he likes you.

I said I really hope not. I want nothing to do with him, frankly. I remember things escalated to that kid even skipping in my gym class. He even followed me to the tennis court or racetrack if we used them for class. I know for sure at some point I even went to staff to report his behavior as I was getting uncomfortable. I was told at one point to tell my counselor to which she dismissed it as being harmless. He probably has a crush on you and doesn't know how to approach you. To be met by my ragey side, I don't care, he's making me uncomfortable. I want it to stop before he tries something. She simply said they couldn't do anything unless he threatened me verbally or they witnessed him doing his weird stuff. I was dismissed as if it were all in my head.

I didn't care anymore what the staff thought. Something was wrong here but I couldn't quite place my finger on the feeling the guy gave me. He tried a few more times to get me somewhere alone with him. At lunchtime he couldn't find me as I was eating and hanging out with my crush and best friend in the art section, safely away from the weirdo. One day while he was skipping in on my gym class I got the feeling it wouldn't stop without me acting. I placed aside my fear of hurting another person and charged at him. I got enough running speed that I could jump and latch onto him tightly. I began to sleep or hold him. His oxygen deprived chubby self didn't last long before his knees got weak at which point he obviously was going to pass out.

I let up as a sign of mercy. I didn't want to knock him out. As I turned around to leave he grabbed me trying to shove me into a trash can to which I kicked off the wall ending his grip on me. It ended with my fist to his face to show I wasn't messing around. The gym teachers didn't even bother with us. They knew he wasn't supposed to be there. He also wasn't gonna go to the principal to say he got his butt handed to him by a 90 pound girl so I was left alone.

After that he seemed to keep more distance. It didn't stop him totally but at least I put the fear of God into him, or a wrestling coach's daughter, I could say. I ended up dropping out and getting my GED. At this point, you'd think everything was done. I would see this guy show up at my work while I was working for McDonald's in town. My thoughts were, ugh, that dude, maybe it's a coincidence though. I still felt wrong seeing him there. He worked at a different McDonald's.

Why would he be here even get food? Why wouldn't he just get it at the one you work at? Thankfully, I didn't work there too long. Later on though is when I put two and two together. I was hanging out with some old friends from high school and wouldn't you know it, we got onto that topic. I mentioned his name and how I never wanted to see that guy again. My buddy tells me, Man, that guy's assaulted multiple girls, dude.

I was deadpanned from the comment. Dude, that guy stalked me in high school, what are you talking about? My brain must have been shocked awake at that point. My friend said that he was sorry he didn't know that was happening and then explained that that guy had assaulted a girl that my buddy had dated and threatened her while going to school and bragging about it. To make things worse, she was about my height and build with similar hair and facial features. I figured out why he was trying to get me alone places. It was like the guy was developing into the person that he would eventually become.

I still can't fathom it really. It's like one of those serial killer documentary shows. It really makes me glad I'm in the state I'm in. And dude, if you ever see this and figure out who wrote this I'm more than willing to put a 38 slug size hole in you and then the cops can deal with you it's because of you I deal with the issues I do today and I hope you're already in prison For context, I'm a 20 year old female.

I've had a profound fear of the dark since I was around 4 or 5 years old and it carries on to this day. No matter where I am, I always have access to light or it causes me to have immense anxiety. I sleep with the light on and very rarely ever sleep without it. My first experience with the shadow figure at the end of the hall was when I was around five. My mother and I were visiting her friends for the night. We were spending the night as guests sleeping on the floor in their office room. Directly down the hall was the door that led into the grandparents room and a large plant stood next to the door my mom snuck off in the middle of the night and did not come back for several minutes

i was petrified of being alone and felt the overwhelming feeling of someone watching me the way i was positioned was where i could turn my head and look directly down the hall what i saw was a large shadowy figure of a man. It had no face but had shadows that were curled around it like smoke. I called out thinking it was my mom playing a prank on me. Of course it wasn't. The thing just continued to stare at me from the doorway of the closed room. Skip forward to around four years ago and I'm sixteen. My uncle owns a large home with two stories. The hallway of that house has three doors. The one on the left leads into the bathroom, the right into the master bedroom and a few feet away is the door to a spare room. In the middle of the day I was in the kitchen which lets you look directly down the hall towards the back room. I could see

the same shadow figure watching me from the hallway. The feeling of dread and anxiety was still there after 11 years. I've had the thing following me since I was a little kid. When it is dark I can feel it like it's still watching me. If I am alone then I have to hear the TV or be listening to something or the dread is terrible. It causes me to have terrible anxiety. I don't like dark hallways. Bad things always happen in them. My family likes to take long road trips from time to time. There are seven of us in total so we usually take the family's 2005 Chevy Suburban. It was getting old but could still normally handle long trips easily as my dad is a master mechanic and kept it well maintained. However, this trip was different. My dad had recently fixed a truck

for some friends of the family who had recently moved away into Billings, Montana while we were in eastern Iowa. My parents decided that we could take the friend's truck over to them and make a vacation of it. So we loaded the friend's truck onto a car trailer and we all piled into the suburban and hit the road. As we neared the northern border of Iowa my dad came to the realization that the trailer brakes had stopped working. I heard him talking to my mom on how we could probably make it just fine with the brakes on the Suburban but both of them couldn't shake a sick feeling they had. We already have a heavy Suburban car trailer with a pickup truck on it

and a riding lawnmower and some other parts in the back of the pickup truck. If we had to slow down or stop it would be quite hard. Then my dad remembered a friend of his who ran a truck repair shop nearby and gave him a call and his friend quickly agreed to help repair the trailer brakes. So after an hour and a half of waiting around in a tiny town, we were back on the road again. As we continued north, we began to notice dozens of motorcyclists everywhere. That's when we realized we were heading through South Dakota at the same time as Sturgis. For anyone who doesn't know, Sturgis is a huge motorcycle rally in Sturgis, South Dakota. Now my dad quickly begins

to get a little tense as, well, he has nothing against bikers, but due to the sheer amount of them and the large vehicle and trailer combo, it was going to be a challenge to get to our destination. We make it to the hotel that we had managed to book that night and continued on with our journey. Now my mom had really wanted us to visit Mount Rushmore for obvious reasons. It was along the route and we wouldn't have to make too much of a detour. As we were getting closer to Rushmore I noticed more and more mountains and even more bikers as we continued to push onwards. We finally made it to Mount Rushmore and as soon as we had the Suburban parked my dad immediately gets out of the car and sits down and starts shaking with his head and his hands. My dad is not easily shaken

at all and seeing him in this condition surprised me. I go to ask him what was wrong when my mom grabs my arm and pulls me away and leads all my brothers away to some public restrooms. A little while later my dad joins us at a bookstore having mostly calmed down. I then hear why my dad was so shaken up. Turns out we had nearly killed over a dozen bikers at the bottom of a long and steep hill. We were trying to make our way down the hill. My dad realized that there was a large group of bikers at the bottom of the hill all stopped at a red light which had to be the worst place intersection I had ever seen. When my dad saw it he stomped on the car's brakes and to his horror they failed. He then locks the

trailer brakes and they somehow bring us to a stop. He's not even sure how they managed to do it but we all thank god that they did. We knew for certain that if we had not fixed the trailer brakes we would have certainly crushed all those bikers who had no idea they came so close to meeting their fates that day. So I don't know if people will ever read this or not, but I am doing this for my own inner peace. So this all happened about one and a half years ago. I was a second year grad student and had this professor, E.P., who was also head of the department of botany. So he had a program upcoming in my college and I was asked to play a part in the program but due to some difficulties I was unable to participate in this program. This professor was also in charge of the program, just my luck. I told this professor I

wouldn't be able to do this and he was enraged. He threatened that he would have me failed in my exams and ruin my reputation. Some background on this professor, he is seriously one of the worst hypocrites and one of the worst people I have ever encountered in my life. He is famous for his bad attitude and behavior and hate towards girls for no reason. He hates to see friend groups being formed within his students and mine was one of the biggest with up to 10 to 12 people who were all my great friends or so I thought. Now back to the incident I left from the hall almost in tears and my boyfriend saw me and asked what was wrong. I told him everything. He was angry of course because this professor was being terrible to me for no reason and he was ready to give this guy a piece of his mind but I stopped him as I didn't want any scene to be created. Also he didn't know who my boyfriend was and had speculations

that I was in a relationship with the other guy in my group. We used to joke about this all the time now and then started this professor's taunts and attempts to make me feel guilty for not participating in the program. After some time it all started to die down and everything seemed to be fine. Little did I know that it was the silence before the storm. After a month it was my birthday and also one of my other friends' birthdays. We decided to celebrate it together and take our friends out for a party. We skipped college one day, all of my 12 friends were present there. We had a blast and a ton of fun. Then I got a call from a classmate who was not part of my group but we were still great friends. So she called and told me that this

professor came in between lectures and asked everyone in class where we were and no one said anything. He called almost all of the students to his office and asked them to tell them why they skipped class and even said to one of my friends that she should stop being friends with us if she wanted to pass the semester. I was in shock and told everyone what my friend told me. Everyone was scared because we know how much of an idiot he can be and one of my superiors quit college because of this guy. Next day he punished every one of us, asked us to stand out of class and after class was over he called myself and two of my friends to his office asking us where we all were. We all made excuses but I could sense that he already knew where we were.

So I told him that we had all skipped college so we could celebrate my birthday and my other friend's birthday, and I started to apologize. This professor berated me, my character, my parents, who knew about the party, calling me all kinds of terrible names and saying I was characterless. I was there for over an hour listening to his verbal abuse. I really wanted to cry but I didn't. I just left and told my parents what had happened. They told me not to worry and would confront this professor. I asked them not to as I didn't want this to become a topic of gossip. Once again this guy indirectly started calling me terrible baseless

names in between his lectures. I felt so small and helpless and was really slipping towards depression. My so-called friends also started to drift away from me causing our group to break up and they all became this professor's favorite students. How you might ask? They would tell him everything, every bit of gossip and everyone's opinions about him and in return he would give all of them extra marks and credits and praise them while criticizing me. I started to think it was all my fault. I stopped talking to my classmates, my parents and my boyfriend. Thinking that this was all my fault and the reason why the group broke up because of me, I started sitting alone and drifting into a depression. This incident was where the breaking point really began and where I took actions against this professor.

One day during his lecture, his phone was constantly ringing so he went out to talk. Everyone in class was starting to talk and I was sitting with a few of my friends. I was talking with them and just within a split moment I heard my name and the two friends' name being shouted in class. He was so loud even the professor on the corridor came out to see what was happening. The professor's face was red, I had never seen anyone this angry. We all stood up and he once again scolded us and made us stand outside for his class for over three hours. We were all crying and asking him to forgive us. We were all girls and I even said that what would happen if one of us faints, what will he do? Which was then told to him by another friend, who I don't trust now.

In the end, he came and told us how terrible a person I was, distracting and disturbing class. That I was manipulative and wasn't as innocent as I portray myself. One of the most horrible and cunning persons he's ever met. This was it for me. I went from there and cried. I had reached my breaking point. I told my parents and they told my relative who was an officer in the education department. She called the dean. The dean told us that this was not the first complaint against him. She will talk to him and correct him. This idiot of a dean ended up telling the professor to ignore me and I was not worth his time and not to waste any time or risk his job for some shameless girl. This woman who doesn't know me said stuff to him about me and stuff about him in front of my relatives. My parents

talked to him asking him really politely what the problem was and apparently he had no problem with me he had told them. Then the next day the professor said that I was no longer his student and he no longer wanted any contact with me whatsoever. All I said was thank you and left. Almost all of my classes were talking about me behind my back. I used to attend his classes as it was important for me to have 75% attendance. He at first started talking about me directly that people's parents with high positions think they can do whatever they want and all that kind of stuff. I am a bit of a tomboy and love superhero movies. He said some girls have interests in boy stuff so that boys would be attracted to them. Direct directly pointing towards my character once again.

I was also put into contact with the chief editor of a local newspaper to allow them to print my story. This was in hopes for me to find justice and get this professor out of his position. But I refused as I didn't want to get involved in any legal action or controversy. I just wanted my degree and nothing else. The professor then started to degrade me whenever he could and praise my so-called ex-friends. One day, out of nowhere, a professor came to class and started yelling, saying that he would not teach our batch and that another teacher would be arranged. He pulled this drama about three to four more times. All the students went to his office

literally begging him to forgive them and start teaching again. Are you kidding me? He couldn't even teach properly. I was happy I wouldn't have to see this guy again and so were my friends. Not only was he making me suffer but now all of my friends and classmates as well. Everyone in my class started blaming me, saying that all because of me they were suffering. My so-called friends would taunt me in every possible way and the professor would never do anything to stop them and even encourage them. Once again I was starting to get depressed. Finally I stopped attending his classes and in my last year I had to leave one subject. I'm going to let you all guess what that subject was.

I still remember the day I went to submit my admission form for a third year and the professor came to see our group and told us not to worry about what happened and to take botany and he would give us extra marks. Yeah right. I have had enough trauma for one year. Didn't want another year of that nonsense. So I left and slowly recovered from my depression. I still from time to time would see that professor glaring at me and my friends with his hateful gaze. He would sometimes even try to degrade us but we all knew it was because he was frustrated that we left slowly and eventually everyone clearly saw what type of person the professor was and my so called friends were they started talking to me finally i am going to be graduating from college

and it would not have been possible if my parents friends and my boyfriend had not supported me so thanks to everyone for that love and support, and I hope you never get stuck with the same professor that I did. For some context, I'm a 24-year-old female that lives with two roommates in South Florida. The neighborhood that we live in is right off a busy road. There are no security gates and barely any streetlights illuminating the houses. Yet I've never felt like I was in any sudden danger because cops would patrol the area and most of the neighbors were nice and minded their own business. Well, except one neighbor.

I swear I live opposite of a crack house. Nothing outside of the home would make you come to that conclusion but every day there would be a different car pulling in and then leaving five or ten minutes later. Three men live there. I never once associated myself with them because they always gave me bad vibes. They're just scruffy and sketchy looking. Now one night I was getting home from a late night date. It was around two o'clock in the morning. Mind you my roommates and I would always put the porch light on but this time it was off which made my already dark house even more dark. I parked and got out but immediately stopped when I heard someone about 10 feet away from me say, hey. I turned around. It was one of the men from the house right on my property. It was so dark I couldn't see his face, just the outline of his

silhouette. I froze, dumbfounded as to why he would scare me like that in the wee hours of the morning and, again, I did not know him. Hey, wanna party? I got some beers. It'll be fun, girl. I looked around and behind him, I thought to myself, what party? I heard no music, his house lights were off and I saw no one around him, just him as he was walking closer to me. I nervously said, uh, no thank you, and power walked to my front door fumbling my keys in the dark. I felt like I could hear his heavy footsteps but I dared not look back and finally got my door to open locking it right behind me. A sigh of relief went over me and I was just happy to get away from that creep. As days went by I would see them looking my way while giving stone cold looks. I would simply ignore their glares but then I thought about

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