TRUE Scary Experiences Fresno Frights (1)

Episode Transcript

Speaker 1 (00:01):
The second scary incident happened the next year. In early
twenty fifteen. I was finishing my game and decided to
watch some TV with my mom to keep her company.
It was around nine fifty p m. When we got
a ring from the doorbell. I knew that this couldn't
be my dad. Dad does not come home around this

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time during the weekend when he comes back from working
as a semi truck driver, going up as far north
as Salt Lake City, just for us to have food
on the table. Plus, he always had a way of
ringing the doorbell so that we could recognize that it
was him. I knew that this wasn't my dad. Mom
told me to stay on the sofa. As she walked

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to the door, she said, in a gentle voice, HULLO,
is anyone there. I heard a chilling response from the
other side of the door. An old, shaky, unfamiliar voice said,
it's me. I'm your neighbor. I need something. Can you
let me in your house? Mom and I were scared

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shitless as we knew our neighbors really well and this
man did not sound familiar at all. I looked through
the blinds and saw a filthy looking homeless man who
looked like he was in his early fifties. He had
bags underneath his dark eyes and was shaking like he
was a twitchy mouse. He looked like a heavy meth head.

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When my mom responded, what neighbor, the creepy motherfucker didn't
say shit after her question. He looked like a dumbass
compared to my mother's sharp wit. My mom was annoyed
and bothered by this stupid shithead and said, get away
from my house or I'll call the cops to come
arrest you. You have no business being here, Go the

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hell away. My mom is in an asshole when it
comes to people at our door, but if it's a
sketchy person, she easily can sniff them out. The man
quickly and aggressively tried to come in, jiggling the doorknob,
but he looked too weak to even push the door.
Eventually he gave up, and we heard this creep's footsteps

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hastily and clumsily walking away from our door and our house.
I knew that it was some sort of creepy homeless
dude just by the sound of his voice. I'm not
saying that all homeless people are creepy, but he was
definitely strange since he wanted to come in our house
at ten o'clock at night and possibly do something unpleasant

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to us. I can easily tell the difference between an
innocent homeless person asking for money to buy food and
a deranged one who would harm someone to get the money.
But the homeless people here all live in downtown southern Fresno,
which is far away, and it's rare that you see
him up here. But luckily Mom isn't stupid when it

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comes to this kind of bullshit. The scary shit doesn't
seem to end for me. Fuck, it never seems to
go away. Here in Fresno, across the cul de Sac

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from me, there's a house which looks like it's in
pretty good condition. However, the person that lives there is
really freaky to me. His car never seems to leave
his driveway, and his windows and doors are always closed,
and the worst part is is that he never takes
a single step outside of his house. Anyways. It was

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one twenty in the afternoon. I was going into my
junior year in high school. I was ready to practice
driving on the roads outside of Fresno with my dad
as soon as me and him started walking out of
the garage towards my grandfather's Toyota camery, we saw what
I supposed was the dude from the house standing outside.

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He was wearing a black hoodie jacket with a hood
over his head. He had on old, dirty jeans and
was facing his car. He just freakishly stood there like
a statue, not even moving a single muscle. My freako
meter was ringing. I walked to my grandpa's car with
my dad and prepared to drive out of our street.

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I asked my dad in Spanish, who is that the
neighbor or is it someone who is looking for trouble.
My dad responded to me in Spanish that he wasn't sure.
He told me not to look at him. As I
made a U turn around the cul de Sac to
get out, I slightly moved my eyes to look at him,
and he looked back at me with his barely visible eyes.

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He looked at me as if he had some type
of weird intention. My dad scolded me for not paying attention.
I told him that I couldn't help it and that
I was freaked out. When we came back around three
forty five, the weird ass motherfucker was gone. I think
he decided to retreat back to his house like the
hermit crab that he was. I told my little brother

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about it, and he said that he used to feel
scared whenever he played outside on the street with his friends,
as he could see the blinds slightly open