August 7, 2025 • 33 mins
Hey everyone, It’s been a while, I know I’ve been completely off the grid, and I wanted to give you all a quick update. I’ve been dealing with some pretty intense anxiety and depression, and honestly, I haven’t been on YouTube or working for months. This is actually the first time I’ve even opened the app in a long time. The good news is I’m on a new set of medications, and things are finally starting to feel a bit more manageable. I'm glad to be back!
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In tonight's video i read 10 true scary stories ranging from going to the park or on a hike, to stalkers. You can also listen in podcast form "Scary Stories from Bad Vibes" Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/show/6WCjzGChSiOtskaZjonvqz Apple Podcast: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/scary-stories-from-bad-vibes/id1614005565 iHeartRadio: https://www.iheart.com/podcast/53-bad-vibes-nightmares-94022380/ Deezer: https://www.deezer.com/show/3497187 Podcast Addict: https://podcastaddict.com/podcast/3868720 Podchaser: https://www.podchaser.com/podcasts/bad-vibes-nightmares-4264713 JiloSaavn: https://www.jiosaavn.com/shows/Scary-Stories-from-Bad-Vibes/1/A7Unzn6te1Y_ Become a CHANNEL MEMBER for early access for as little as 99 cents a month: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC7N-0n6MRuhtRVfCpj_oArQ/join Perhaps buy some MERCH: https://teespring.com/stores/bad-vibes-storytelling Follow me on Social Media: TWITTER: https://twitter.com/BadVibesYOUTUBE INSTAGRAM: https://www.instagram.com/badvibesstorytelling/ Send your TRUE story in: badvibes760@gmail.com Music by: "Long Note 4" Kevin MacLeod (incompetech.com) Licensed under Creative Commons: By Attribution 4.0 License http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/ Stories by: 1. https://tinyurl.com/f46wajpp 2. https://tinyurl.com/3n3spxf3 3. https://tinyurl.com/yc2cnzms 4. 5. https://tinyurl.com/3rrtr925 6. https://tinyurl.com/yscjabnz 7. https://tinyurl.com/bdcw5ka8 8. https://tinyurl.com/35fkf4zj 9. https://tinyurl.com/53mcbtnv 10. https://tinyurl.com/bdtf3m5r
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Speaker 1 (00:05):
I was about thirteen when this happened, and I lived
right on the beach. If you walked about one point
five kilometers down the beach from my house, you would
get to a place where some of the ocean would
be left behind to form a sort of light where
me and a lot of my friends liked to hang out.
It was next to two dirt roads anyway. I had
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a German shepherd, and my mom used to kick me
out of the house every weekend for a few hours
to go play with a dog, which I did not mind.
Above the beach was a forest covered cliff that overlooked
the water. You could walk along it to reach the lake,
and I've done it countless times before. It was quiet
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and shaded, a nice alternative to trudging through the hot sand,
especially on days like this one when the heat was unbearable.
As I made my way through the forest, my dog
a head off leash, sniffing and exploring like usual. That's
when I heard something well full footsteps behind me. The
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thing was, it was almost impossible to walk quietly in
this forest because of all the dried leaves and branches.
It didn't sound like someone was just walking. It sounded
like someone was trying not to be heard. I didn't
look I just ran. I bolted straight towards the forest exit,
and the whole time I felt like the footsteps were
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getting louder closer. I didn't look back, just kept running
until I broke out of the tree line into the
open space around the lake. I was relieved. It was bright, open,
and I spotted a friend of mine, a girl I knew,
already down by the water. My dog was splashing around nearby.
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I didn't think much of what had happened in the woods,
at least not yet a few minutes later, we noticed
a man approaching us. He was tall, probably close to
two meters, and very slim. He spoke to us kindly
at first, polite, even re responded in kind. At that age,
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we didn't think much of being polite to strangers. I
didn't immediately connect him to the footsteps I heard in
the forest. The realization would come later. He asked us
a lot of questions, where we were from, if we
were here alone, and if anyone else was nearby. Slowly,
my friend and I started to feel uneasy. The questions
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felt a little too specific, a little too interested. We
told him we were meeting our other friends and walked
off to a different part of the lake. We sat
down again, trying to shake it off, when my dog
suddenly started growling. She never growled at people. It startled me.
I looked up and saw what set her off, and
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there he was, now standing about fifteen meters behind us,
just standing there watching. We moved again, and once again
he followed, this time getting even closer. Now we knew
for sure he was following us. We were alone and
we were being stalked. My friend called her mom to
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come get us, but she was over an hour away.
That meant we were stuck with this man lingering near
by for at least an hour. The more we moved,
the closer he come. I put my dog back on
the leash, but she was growling non stop, now practically
foaming at the mouth, lunging at him. It only seemed
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to encourage him. Every time we turned around, he was
smiling at us the same unsuddenly smile like we were
in on some kind of joke with him, like we
were friends. Eventually, we saw my friend's mother's car pulling
up to one of the dirt roads about two hundred
meters away. The only way to get there was to
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cross right past where the man was standing. Now her
mom must have sense that something was wrong, because she
suddenly started running towards us. That made the man take notice,
and that was our cue to run. I'd let go
of the leash and sprinted. I don't think I've ever
ran that fast in my life. My dog ran with us,
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barking like mad. We dove into the car just as
the man started running towards us. We locked the doors.
He reached the car seconds later, screaming and throwing rocks
at us. We called one one too and waited inside,
trying not to panic, while he continued to outburst outside.
Eventually he ran off. When the police arrived, they questioned
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and searched the area, but never found him. Even now,
I sometimes wonder if he's still out there in the forest,
waiting for the next kid to wander alone. I didn't
even know my friend would be there that day. I
didn't have a phone, no way to call for help,
and honestly, if it had just been me, I don't
know if my dog could have stopped him. So to
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the man who stocked two kids and tried to corner
us at the lake, let's not meet again. I was
sixteen and I had just met a kid down the
street from my house. He said that he saw me
around and we should go hang out. I figured why not,
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so I gave him my number and told him to
hit me up. The next week comes around and I
get a text from him asking if I wanted to
play basketball. Of course I did. He asked if I
smoked weed. I did, and asked me to bring some,
which isn't out of the ordinary for teenagers. I brought
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a couple friends since we were going to play sports.
To be honest, I was really fucking stone by the
time I got there. It was a little out of
our neighborhod but wasn't in a bad area, so I
wasn't bothered. I was an idiot. It was a gang
who ambushed us as soon as we got out of
the car. They violently beat me and my two friends,
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and I got it the worst. They were three of
them on each of us. They stabbed my best friend,
luckily not very bad. They took me unconscious, how I
got into my head and pistol whipped me. They ran
my pockets and got my cell phone and wallet. I
swear at one point and I actually died because I
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literally shipped myself. When I went unconscious, I was drenched
in my own blood. My nose was broken, both eyes
swell shut. Later, they had to wake me up because
I drove stick and none of my friends could drive
my car. My attacker literally had to resuscitate me in
order for me to leave. I stopped at a gas
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station because I had shipped my pants and I couldn't
see with the blood in my eyes. As soon as
I got in, the clerk's jaw dropped. Where's the bathroom?
He pointed the way. I cleaned up the best I could,
then drove home. I got home, called the cops, and showered.
The cops obviously thought it was my fault for being
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an idiot. Nonetheless, an undercover showed up and knew exactly
who robbed me because they lived on the same street,
two plucks apart. Turns out they had turned to informant
and he renegged on the deal and robbed the buyers,
and they controlled by I told them how violent they
were and swore that they would kill someone. I did
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a photo lineup, but they all looked the same to me,
so no case. Two months later, the cops knocked on
my door. My mom was super pro cop and told
them that I was sleeping in my room and turned
them loose on me. They woke me up and held
a photo and said, who's this? How would I know
I've seen that person before. You call this person from
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your cell phone the cell phone a reporter stolen in
a violent robbery to the police. They looked stunned and stupid.
They beat me almost to death. You should probably go
ahead and read the police report. They apologize and explained
that my cell phone had been used to set up
a robbery and the person in the photo had been
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shot to death. I replied with I told you guys,
they would kill the next guy. They came in blazing
glory and left in shame. I have PTSD now and
I've kept tabs on my assailant for seventeen years. I
have no ability to trust anyone, not even those closest
to me. Anyway, let's not meet again. I've been a
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longtime lurker, but I thought it was finally time to
share something that stuck with me for years. Back in
the early two thousands, my family and I lived in Liverpool,
in the northwest of England. The area we were in
had a reputation high levels of deprivation, a long standing
issue with substance abuse, and a general roughness that everyone
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just sort of accepted. I'm the youngest of four, and
by the time I was in high school, my siblings
were already starting families of their own, so it was
just me and my mom my home. She worked as
a nurse and often picked up night shifts, which meant
I was usually left alone in the evenings. The neighbors
would check in now and then, but I didn't mind
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the solitude. My my mom was at work. I do
little things around the house to help out, cleaning, cooking,
putting the washing out. We didn't have a back garden,
so the clothesline was in front of the house, facing
the street. During the summer, I would often leave the
front door open for the breeze, and it wasn't unusual.
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Most families in the state did the same, kids running
in and out of each other's houses, doors always swinging open.
That's when I started to notice it. Clothes would go
missing off the line. At first, I thought it was
just the wind, or maybe a kid playing a prank,
but it kept happening and it was always the same
type of clothing, my underwear, mainly even when no one
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was outside, even on calm days, items would vanish, and
as more and more things disappeared, stranger things began to happen.
I'd come downstairs to find the front door wide open
after I definitely closed it. Sometimes the entire washing line
would be pulled down, with only certain clothes taking from
the pile. I noticed handprints on the window. I told
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myself they were mine, just opening and closing them, but
the thought kept gnawing at me. I was scared. I
didn't want to be alone at night anymore. My imagination
was getting the better of me. But something felt wrong.
I told my brother what was going on and asked
if he could pick me up just for the night.
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The next morning, my brother got a call from my mom.
She was furious. She said I needed to come home
and clean up the mess I had left behind. He
came with me, ready to explain that I wasn't in
a good place, mentally hoping she would go easy on me.
But when we walked in, everything changed. There were muddy
footprints across the floor, too big to be mine. They
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hadn't been there when I left the living room was
in disarray, pellows thrown around, dirty dishes left out, glasses
tipped over. My mom was pacing, frustrated and exhausted after
a long shift. She kept asking who else could have
done it, telling me I was the only one in
the house after all. She told me to tidy up
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while she went upstairs to get some rest. But as
she reached the top of the stairs, she stopped cold
and called up to my brother. Every door upstairs was open,
Every room had been rifled through. Our underwear doors had
been pulled open, close scattered across the floor. The beds
looked like someone had been in them, slipping them. Even
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cigarette butts were on the carpet, mashed into the flooring.
Someone had been in our house, and it looked like
they made themselves comfortable. My brother sent me and my
mom downstairs and called the police. While we waited, he
checked the rest of the house. That's when he found
the bathroom light on tub was full, a dirty ring
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left around where the water had sat undrained, a used
teacup rusted by the sink. But the worst part was
when I found sitting on top of the toilet several
pairs of our underwear soiled and left behind. That's when
he had to step out of the room. When the
police arrived, they told us I was most likely a
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homeless person or someone under the influence, someone looking for
a warm place to sleep. They didn't steal anything, not
even the jewelry that was clearly visible from my mom's dresser.
They said there wasn't much they could do other than
advise us to keep the doors and windows locked at
all times. After that, I was no longer allowed to
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stay home alone at night. Nothing quite like that ever
happened again. But even after that, the underwear would still
occasionally go missing from the line. To this day, I'm
not sure what to think. Was it a coincidence, just
a desperate person passing through? Where was someone watching the house,
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watching me? I still don't know, but the memory inn
settles me even now. Just yesterday I went to a
friend's house for a small git together. It was great.
We laughed a lot, had fun, and left around nine
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p m. I had rode my bike there from home,
but when it was time to leave, I realized my
phone was dead, no GPS, no flashlight, just me and
my bike in the dark. I started zigzagging through unfamiliar streets,
trying to find my way home. At one point I
stopped at a crosswalk to catch my breath. That's when
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I know someone behind a tree wearing a blue hoodie.
He raised his arm and waved at me. It was weird.
I didn't wave back. I just got on my bike
and kept moving. A few streets down, I suddenly heard
heavy breathing and fast footsteps behind me. I turned around
and it was the guy in the blue hoodie, a
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white male, running straight at me. I peddled like hell,
and as I sped away, I heard him yell fuck you.
I made it to a barbecue restaurant opening a duck inside,
but it was already closed. I looked back, he was
still following me. I kept pedaling, heart pounding, until I
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reached the AutoZone near my house. When I finally glanced
behind me again, he was gone. For a second, I
thought it was over, until I heard a voice near
the front of the AutoZone. A male voice laughing manically laughing,
faded into the distance like he was walking away. I
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booked at home, locked everything, and tried to sleep, but
the paranoia kept me awake. So to the guy in
the blue hoodie with a crazy laugh. Let's not meet again.
This happened a few years ago, and I've never told
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anyone about it. I don't know why I'm posting to
here now, but it's on my mind, and I guess
I just needed to get it out. At the time,
I lived pretty far out in the country, just me
and my dog, no close neighbors, and it was usually
really quiet. I liked it that way. One night, I
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woke up in the middle of the night to my
motion sensored light going off outside. At first I thought
it was just an animal, maybe a deer or something,
but when I looked out my window, I saw a
man standing at the end of my driveway. He wasn't moving,
just standing there, facing my house. I don't know why,
but I froze. I stood there staring at him, and
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he didn't move at all. The light went off after
a while and everything went back to dark and quiet.
I didn't sleep much after that. The next night it
happened again. The light came on and there he was,
same spot, same stillness, just standing there staring at my house.
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By this point I was starting to get really freaked out.
I called the sheriff department, and they sent someone to
check it out. By the time they got there, he
was already gone. The deputy told me that it was
probably some drunk guy or someone passing through and that
I shouldn't worry about it unless he started coming closer.
This didn't make me feel better, but I tried to
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move on. This went on for about a week. Every night,
late clockwork, I wake up and see him standing there
at the end of the driveway. It was always the same.
He never moved, never said anything, just stood there staring
at my house. It got to the point where I
started closing the blinds at night, but it still felt
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like I could feel him out there. And then, just
like that, it stopped. I never saw him again after
that week. No explanation, no reason. It just ended. I
never told anyone about this. It's probably not a big deal,
but it's something that stuck with me. I just needed
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to write it down. My brother and I were driving
between two medium sized cities one late night a couple
of weeks ago. We lived in Sweden, so it was
pitch black on a stretch of road. There's nothing but forest,
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and at this time of night the road is pretty empty.
It's kind of a narrow road without much space on
the sides, as a low railing along the sides, and
behind them were high fences to prevent wildlife. Suddenly, we
see a person on the inside of the railing in
our headlights, ten meters in front of the car. My
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brother was driving over eighty kilometers per hour, so we
didn't have a chance to make a maneuver. We drove
by that person no more than half a meter in
full speed. We were shocked. After our few seconds, we
both wondered what the hell that was It happens so fast,
but we agreed that it was a young woman dressed
in black who was leaning or sitting in a strange
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way against the railing. Behind her, on the other side
of the railing stood a man in black hugging her,
holding her from behind with both arms. Behind them was
the high fence. So how did they even get there?
There were no cars nearby, and there wasn't even anywhere
to stop with the car. After a minute, we decided
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to call the police. They asked us to turn around
to see if they were still there. We got back,
but unfortunately they were gone. The police came and started
searching with headlights and we continued driving home. My brother
and I were shaking up, and this still haunts me.
What was the deal with these people? Did the guy
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hold the girl so she wouldn't run in front of
the car. Did the woman try to escape the man?
The only possible way forward for them was into the forest,
but they had no lamps, it was cold, and we
were far away from any houses. In retrospect, it's easy
to be wise, and of course we should have stopped
at once. I was walking to a bus stop after
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an appointment around two pm, and I heard honking and
noticed a car doing a U turn. He rolled down
his window and honked and motioned for me to come over.
I thought he wanted directions and approached his vehicle. He
then asked me, are you busy? I told him I'm not,
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and he asked me to get into his car. I
told him no, I'm sorry and quickly walked away. I'm
a very anxious person and don't go out much, so
I want to know what he wanted from me. He
looked to be in his sixties with gray hair sunglasses,
so much much older than me. I was wearing leggings
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with an oversized X file t so not exactly dressed
to impress. I really feel dumb for getting that close
to his vehicle, as it's a quiet area away from
the main road. Did you think I was a prostitute
or something? So I'm pretty sure I'm overreacting when I
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think about it, but just in case background info, I'm
a fifteen year old girl and the man in this
situation was, from my view, a middle aged Middle Eastern man.
Exactly one week ago, I was in Sydney for the
holidays and it was my first time in the city.
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It was around eleven am. I was walking by myself
around Hyde Park and I was tearing up. I got
into a fight earlier with my mom, so I ran
off trying to find a secluded area. I was kind
of doing that thing where you walk fast and you
try not to cry. I was walking on the street
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where the bus stations were, and this man stopped me
and asked if he could take a picture. At first,
I was skeptical. Of course, I thought it was a
scam where he would ask for money for the pigs
or he was going to do something. I was kind
of caught off guard in the moment because I was
in distress, so I just stood there and said nothing
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with an unsure face. Then he whipped out his iPad
and showed me his profile on the site called Flicker.
I've now searched it up and it's a photography website,
so I kind of feel bad now. I saw pictures
of girls smiling. The background of the picks looked like
the park. There were trees, so I felt less cautious
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and asked him in this park right? He responded that
it will just take ten to fifteen minutes and that
we would go find somewhere to take the picture. I
thought about it for five seconds and ended up saying
no because I wasn't in the right state of mind.
Even if I was, I think I would have said no.
Then he kept trying to say that it would only
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take ten to fifteen minutes and that we should go,
but I just said no and walked away. I still
feel kind of bad about the whole thing because his
reaction after was kind of a disappointed smile. But now
that I think about it, I don't think he even
had a camera. Maybe he did, I don't remember. I
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was overwhelmed and immediately after and went into the park
and found an empty space on the grass and started bawling.
I told my family, and of course they all agreed
that he had bad intentions. But I'm still really unsure
about how I feel about the whole thing. What if
it's his actual job. I don't think he picked me
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because he thought I was a tourist or a minor.
Because I've gotten hidden on by older guys and some
people think I'm older than I actually am. The fact
that I was visibly vulnerable from being on the verge
of breaking down and the guys still try to convince
me and talk to me gives me doubts. But who knows.
Stuff like this has been happening to me a lot recently.
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I constantly get stares from people. Most of the men who
just act so weird around me either go quiet when
I hear them, or some of them try to start
compos with me. This is making me really paranoid if
everyone around me. I'm kind of scared to go out
by myself. Even when I go out with my mom,
sometimes weird stuff happens. I don't know what to do.
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When I was fourteen, my family moved from our home
in England to the Republic of Ireland. We lived there
for the next six years. Our first stop was the
northwest of the country, but after a year we relocated
again to Irish Midlands after my dad got a new
job in Dublin. My parents bought a small cottage on
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the outskirts of the teeny village, the kind of place
that felt more like a rest stop between two larger
towns than a real destination. There was almost nothing to do,
but not long after settling in, I took to explore
the surrounding countryside with our border collie, Mazie. That's how
I discovered this vast stretch of bogland, dotted with a
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man made forest and crisscross by a railway line used
to transport Pete. It became my go to escape. I
walked to the bogland with Mazie, following the tracks for hours.
After several months of this routine, I stopped going. I'm
not sure exactly why. Maybe it was the constant blisters
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from the uneven terrain, or maybe it was a vague
sense that I wasn't supposed to be there, even though
I wasn't trespassing. Whatever the reason, I started to avoid it. Instead.
I began visiting the public forest near the town where
I went to school. Since it was about a twenty
minute drive, my dad would drop me in, Maizie off,
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and come back a couple hours later. I liked this
forest more. It was peaceful, rarely crowded, and felt safe.
Occasionally we would walk past another dog walker or jogger,
but for the most part, we had this place to ourselves.
One evening, my dad dropped us off as usual. The
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sun was already beginning to set, and I didn't want
to be caught out there in the dark, so I
decided to take a short cut back towards the car park.
I veered off the main trail onto a narrow side
path that wound deeper through the trees. As I followed
the trail, Maizie trotted ahead of me. We came across
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a small teepee like sh shaped hut made of logs.
I used to play little games there with Mazie, hiding
inside the structure while she circled around, confused trying to
find me, unaware that she could just walk inside. I
don't remember if we played that game that day, but
I remember turning around suddenly and seeing someone A man
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had just stepped onto the same side trail he was
about twenty meters behind me. Something about him immediately unsettled me.
I couldn't tell you exactly why. Maybe it was because
of the way he was walking, or the way he
appeared so suddenly, but I felt it then, instinct of
gut level discomfort. I quickly clipped Maisie's lead back on
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and picked up my pace, heading back towards the main trail.
By the time I reached it, the light had faded
even more. I glanced back again. The man was still there,
now only ten meters behind. I told myself I was
over reacting. Maybe he was just out for a walk
like me. Maybe it was a coincidence, but something still
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fell off. I pulled out my phone to call my dad,
just to check if he was waiting at the car park.
No answer. I assumed he was still driving and hoped
he would be there soon. When we finally made it
to the car park, it was nearly pitch black. Only
one car was there, and it wasn't my dad's. I
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sat on the bench near a picnic table with Macy
beside me and waited. I checked my phone, no calls,
no texts. Then I hear footsteps the same man emerged
from the forest. I braced myself, staring at my phone,
pretending to be distracted, hoping that he would just walk past,
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and thankfully he did. But instead of leaving, he got
into his car in the lot, turned on the engine
in headlights, and just sat there. He wouldn't leave. I
waited five minutes, ten fifteen. My dad still hadn't arrived.
The man still hadn't moved. I kept trying to call
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my dad and text my dad, but I got no response.
I kept telling myself there could be a simple reason
why this man hadn't driven off, but none of those
reasons felt convincing. All I could hear was the low
hum of his engine and the stillness of the force
behind me. Maizie, who was already a naturally anxious dog,
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started whining. She was digging ferociously at the ground under
the bench, creating a shallow hole for a pause. She
wouldn't settle down. It only made me more nervous. I
couldn't help, but wonder if she was picking up on
something I couldn't. Finally, after what felt like forever, the
man put his car in reverse and pulled out of
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the parking lot, disappearing down the road. He had his
engine and headlights running the whole time, yet waited nearly
twenty minutes before leaving. About ten minutes later, my dad
finally showed up. His excuse he forgot he was supposed
to pick me up. To this day, I don't know
if this man was actually following me. I don't know
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why he sat there for so long with his engine running,
but I do know this. Always trust your guy, and
never go walking in the forest alone as it's getting dark.
I've never posted here before, but I think this encounter
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might be worth sharing. It certainly scared the crap out
of me at the time. It was two thousand and one.
I was a single mom, thirty four years old at
the time, and my son was ten. I took my
son to his elementary school on the way to work.
My schedule allowed for it, and it was nice to
start our day out together. I dropped him off and
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had to work. That was about ten minutes away. I
had to cross over the river that ran through the city.
I've always hated stopping on bridges at traffic lights, and
this light seemed extra long. Glancing around as I waited,
I was watching people in their cars the river and
the traffic light that seemed to be stuck on red.
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Looking in my rear view mirror, I noticed the little,
white haired old lady driving a little car. She was
watching me in my roar view mirror as well. I
was curious, so I kept looking at her, and she
threw her head back and laughed or cackled. Then she
looked hard at me in the mirror, made us slashing
across the neck sign, then made a cradle of her arms,
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rocking it back and forth, and then she pointed at me.
The longer I watched her, the more disturbed I was.
She kept doing this over and over again and laughing.
If you are a parent, you know this is not
something you prank other cars about. It felt evil, but
no paranormal stuff here. Well, it had me pretty rattled,
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and once the light turned green, I flew up the
street to get to work, and of course I got
more anxious the longer I was driving. By the time
I got to work, I was in full panic and
went to my office and called the school. My son
was in a special class alongside his regular assigned class.
If he got too restless, he could go to the
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special class as an accommodation, so I was able to
speak directly to his teacher. Immediately, I told her what happened.
She said, boy, that sounds scary, and assured me my
son was okay. I often looked back at this event,
and I don't know if it was a harbinger of
doom or just an encounter with the crazy. But my
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son died suddenly, just weeks before his nineteenth birthday. The
last thing I said to him was I love you, baby,
I was about thirteen when this happened, and I lived
right on the beach. If you walked about one point
five kilometers down the beach from my house, you would
get to a place where some of the ocean would
be left behind to form a sort of light where
me and a lot of my friends liked to hang out.
It was next to two dirt roads anyway. I had
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a German shepherd, and my mom used to kick me
out of the house every weekend for a few hours
to go play with a dog, which I did not mind.
Above the beach was a forest covered cliff that overlooked
the water. You could walk along it to reach the lake,
and I've done it countless times before. It was quiet
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and shaded, a nice alternative to trudging through the hot sand,
especially on days like this one when the heat was unbearable.
As I made my way through the forest, my dog
a head off leash, sniffing and exploring like usual. That's
when I heard something well full footsteps behind me. The
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thing was, it was almost impossible to walk quietly in
this forest because of all the dried leaves and branches.
It didn't sound like someone was just walking. It sounded
like someone was trying not to be heard. I didn't
look I just ran. I bolted straight towards the forest exit,
and the whole time I felt like the footsteps were
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getting louder closer. I didn't look back, just kept running
until I broke out of the tree line into the
open space around the lake. I was relieved. It was bright, open,
and I spotted a friend of mine, a girl I knew,
already down by the water. My dog was splashing around nearby.
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I didn't think much of what had happened in the woods,
at least not yet a few minutes later, we noticed
a man approaching us. He was tall, probably close to
two meters, and very slim. He spoke to us kindly
at first, polite, even re responded in kind. At that age,
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we didn't think much of being polite to strangers. I
didn't immediately connect him to the footsteps I heard in
the forest. The realization would come later. He asked us
a lot of questions, where we were from, if we
were here alone, and if anyone else was nearby. Slowly,
my friend and I started to feel uneasy. The questions
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felt a little too specific, a little too interested. We
told him we were meeting our other friends and walked
off to a different part of the lake. We sat
down again, trying to shake it off, when my dog
suddenly started growling. She never growled at people. It startled me.
I looked up and saw what set her off, and
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there he was, now standing about fifteen meters behind us,
just standing there watching. We moved again, and once again
he followed, this time getting even closer. Now we knew
for sure he was following us. We were alone and
we were being stalked. My friend called her mom to
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come get us, but she was over an hour away.
That meant we were stuck with this man lingering near
by for at least an hour. The more we moved,
the closer he come. I put my dog back on
the leash, but she was growling non stop, now practically
foaming at the mouth, lunging at him. It only seemed
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to encourage him. Every time we turned around, he was
smiling at us the same unsuddenly smile like we were
in on some kind of joke with him, like we
were friends. Eventually, we saw my friend's mother's car pulling
up to one of the dirt roads about two hundred
meters away. The only way to get there was to
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cross right past where the man was standing. Now her
mom must have sense that something was wrong, because she
suddenly started running towards us. That made the man take notice,
and that was our cue to run. I'd let go
of the leash and sprinted. I don't think I've ever
ran that fast in my life. My dog ran with us,
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barking like mad. We dove into the car just as
the man started running towards us. We locked the doors.
He reached the car seconds later, screaming and throwing rocks
at us. We called one one too and waited inside,
trying not to panic, while he continued to outburst outside.
Eventually he ran off. When the police arrived, they questioned
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and searched the area, but never found him. Even now,
I sometimes wonder if he's still out there in the forest,
waiting for the next kid to wander alone. I didn't
even know my friend would be there that day. I
didn't have a phone, no way to call for help,
and honestly, if it had just been me, I don't
know if my dog could have stopped him. So to
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the man who stocked two kids and tried to corner
us at the lake, let's not meet again. I was
sixteen and I had just met a kid down the
street from my house. He said that he saw me
around and we should go hang out. I figured why not,
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so I gave him my number and told him to
hit me up. The next week comes around and I
get a text from him asking if I wanted to
play basketball. Of course I did. He asked if I
smoked weed. I did, and asked me to bring some,
which isn't out of the ordinary for teenagers. I brought
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a couple friends since we were going to play sports.
To be honest, I was really fucking stone by the
time I got there. It was a little out of
our neighborhod but wasn't in a bad area, so I
wasn't bothered. I was an idiot. It was a gang
who ambushed us as soon as we got out of
the car. They violently beat me and my two friends,
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and I got it the worst. They were three of
them on each of us. They stabbed my best friend,
luckily not very bad. They took me unconscious, how I
got into my head and pistol whipped me. They ran
my pockets and got my cell phone and wallet. I
swear at one point and I actually died because I
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literally shipped myself. When I went unconscious, I was drenched
in my own blood. My nose was broken, both eyes
swell shut. Later, they had to wake me up because
I drove stick and none of my friends could drive
my car. My attacker literally had to resuscitate me in
order for me to leave. I stopped at a gas
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station because I had shipped my pants and I couldn't
see with the blood in my eyes. As soon as
I got in, the clerk's jaw dropped. Where's the bathroom?
He pointed the way. I cleaned up the best I could,
then drove home. I got home, called the cops, and showered.
The cops obviously thought it was my fault for being
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an idiot. Nonetheless, an undercover showed up and knew exactly
who robbed me because they lived on the same street,
two plucks apart. Turns out they had turned to informant
and he renegged on the deal and robbed the buyers,
and they controlled by I told them how violent they
were and swore that they would kill someone. I did
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a photo lineup, but they all looked the same to me,
so no case. Two months later, the cops knocked on
my door. My mom was super pro cop and told
them that I was sleeping in my room and turned
them loose on me. They woke me up and held
a photo and said, who's this? How would I know
I've seen that person before. You call this person from
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your cell phone the cell phone a reporter stolen in
a violent robbery to the police. They looked stunned and stupid.
They beat me almost to death. You should probably go
ahead and read the police report. They apologize and explained
that my cell phone had been used to set up
a robbery and the person in the photo had been
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shot to death. I replied with I told you guys,
they would kill the next guy. They came in blazing
glory and left in shame. I have PTSD now and
I've kept tabs on my assailant for seventeen years. I
have no ability to trust anyone, not even those closest
to me. Anyway, let's not meet again. I've been a
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longtime lurker, but I thought it was finally time to
share something that stuck with me for years. Back in
the early two thousands, my family and I lived in Liverpool,
in the northwest of England. The area we were in
had a reputation high levels of deprivation, a long standing
issue with substance abuse, and a general roughness that everyone
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just sort of accepted. I'm the youngest of four, and
by the time I was in high school, my siblings
were already starting families of their own, so it was
just me and my mom my home. She worked as
a nurse and often picked up night shifts, which meant
I was usually left alone in the evenings. The neighbors
would check in now and then, but I didn't mind
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the solitude. My my mom was at work. I do
little things around the house to help out, cleaning, cooking,
putting the washing out. We didn't have a back garden,
so the clothesline was in front of the house, facing
the street. During the summer, I would often leave the
front door open for the breeze, and it wasn't unusual.
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Most families in the state did the same, kids running
in and out of each other's houses, doors always swinging open.
That's when I started to notice it. Clothes would go
missing off the line. At first, I thought it was
just the wind, or maybe a kid playing a prank,
but it kept happening and it was always the same
type of clothing, my underwear, mainly even when no one
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was outside, even on calm days, items would vanish, and
as more and more things disappeared, stranger things began to happen.
I'd come downstairs to find the front door wide open
after I definitely closed it. Sometimes the entire washing line
would be pulled down, with only certain clothes taking from
the pile. I noticed handprints on the window. I told
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myself they were mine, just opening and closing them, but
the thought kept gnawing at me. I was scared. I
didn't want to be alone at night anymore. My imagination
was getting the better of me. But something felt wrong.
I told my brother what was going on and asked
if he could pick me up just for the night.
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The next morning, my brother got a call from my mom.
She was furious. She said I needed to come home
and clean up the mess I had left behind. He
came with me, ready to explain that I wasn't in
a good place, mentally hoping she would go easy on me.
But when we walked in, everything changed. There were muddy
footprints across the floor, too big to be mine. They
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hadn't been there when I left the living room was
in disarray, pellows thrown around, dirty dishes left out, glasses
tipped over. My mom was pacing, frustrated and exhausted after
a long shift. She kept asking who else could have
done it, telling me I was the only one in
the house after all. She told me to tidy up
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while she went upstairs to get some rest. But as
she reached the top of the stairs, she stopped cold
and called up to my brother. Every door upstairs was open,
Every room had been rifled through. Our underwear doors had
been pulled open, close scattered across the floor. The beds
looked like someone had been in them, slipping them. Even
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cigarette butts were on the carpet, mashed into the flooring.
Someone had been in our house, and it looked like
they made themselves comfortable. My brother sent me and my
mom downstairs and called the police. While we waited, he
checked the rest of the house. That's when he found
the bathroom light on tub was full, a dirty ring
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left around where the water had sat undrained, a used
teacup rusted by the sink. But the worst part was
when I found sitting on top of the toilet several
pairs of our underwear soiled and left behind. That's when
he had to step out of the room. When the
police arrived, they told us I was most likely a
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homeless person or someone under the influence, someone looking for
a warm place to sleep. They didn't steal anything, not
even the jewelry that was clearly visible from my mom's dresser.
They said there wasn't much they could do other than
advise us to keep the doors and windows locked at
all times. After that, I was no longer allowed to
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stay home alone at night. Nothing quite like that ever
happened again. But even after that, the underwear would still
occasionally go missing from the line. To this day, I'm
not sure what to think. Was it a coincidence, just
a desperate person passing through? Where was someone watching the house,
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watching me? I still don't know, but the memory inn
settles me even now. Just yesterday I went to a
friend's house for a small git together. It was great.
We laughed a lot, had fun, and left around nine
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p m. I had rode my bike there from home,
but when it was time to leave, I realized my
phone was dead, no GPS, no flashlight, just me and
my bike in the dark. I started zigzagging through unfamiliar streets,
trying to find my way home. At one point I
stopped at a crosswalk to catch my breath. That's when
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I know someone behind a tree wearing a blue hoodie.
He raised his arm and waved at me. It was weird.
I didn't wave back. I just got on my bike
and kept moving. A few streets down, I suddenly heard
heavy breathing and fast footsteps behind me. I turned around
and it was the guy in the blue hoodie, a
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white male, running straight at me. I peddled like hell,
and as I sped away, I heard him yell fuck you.
I made it to a barbecue restaurant opening a duck inside,
but it was already closed. I looked back, he was
still following me. I kept pedaling, heart pounding, until I
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reached the AutoZone near my house. When I finally glanced
behind me again, he was gone. For a second, I
thought it was over, until I heard a voice near
the front of the AutoZone. A male voice laughing manically laughing,
faded into the distance like he was walking away. I
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booked at home, locked everything, and tried to sleep, but
the paranoia kept me awake. So to the guy in
the blue hoodie with a crazy laugh. Let's not meet again.
This happened a few years ago, and I've never told
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anyone about it. I don't know why I'm posting to
here now, but it's on my mind, and I guess
I just needed to get it out. At the time,
I lived pretty far out in the country, just me
and my dog, no close neighbors, and it was usually
really quiet. I liked it that way. One night, I
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woke up in the middle of the night to my
motion sensored light going off outside. At first I thought
it was just an animal, maybe a deer or something,
but when I looked out my window, I saw a
man standing at the end of my driveway. He wasn't moving,
just standing there, facing my house. I don't know why,
but I froze. I stood there staring at him, and
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he didn't move at all. The light went off after
a while and everything went back to dark and quiet.
I didn't sleep much after that. The next night it
happened again. The light came on and there he was,
same spot, same stillness, just standing there staring at my house.
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By this point I was starting to get really freaked out.
I called the sheriff department, and they sent someone to
check it out. By the time they got there, he
was already gone. The deputy told me that it was
probably some drunk guy or someone passing through and that
I shouldn't worry about it unless he started coming closer.
This didn't make me feel better, but I tried to
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move on. This went on for about a week. Every night,
late clockwork, I wake up and see him standing there
at the end of the driveway. It was always the same.
He never moved, never said anything, just stood there staring
at my house. It got to the point where I
started closing the blinds at night, but it still felt
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like I could feel him out there. And then, just
like that, it stopped. I never saw him again after
that week. No explanation, no reason. It just ended. I
never told anyone about this. It's probably not a big deal,
but it's something that stuck with me. I just needed
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to write it down. My brother and I were driving
between two medium sized cities one late night a couple
of weeks ago. We lived in Sweden, so it was
pitch black on a stretch of road. There's nothing but forest,
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and at this time of night the road is pretty empty.
It's kind of a narrow road without much space on
the sides, as a low railing along the sides, and
behind them were high fences to prevent wildlife. Suddenly, we
see a person on the inside of the railing in
our headlights, ten meters in front of the car. My
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brother was driving over eighty kilometers per hour, so we
didn't have a chance to make a maneuver. We drove
by that person no more than half a meter in
full speed. We were shocked. After our few seconds, we
both wondered what the hell that was It happens so fast,
but we agreed that it was a young woman dressed
in black who was leaning or sitting in a strange
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way against the railing. Behind her, on the other side
of the railing stood a man in black hugging her,
holding her from behind with both arms. Behind them was
the high fence. So how did they even get there?
There were no cars nearby, and there wasn't even anywhere
to stop with the car. After a minute, we decided
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to call the police. They asked us to turn around
to see if they were still there. We got back,
but unfortunately they were gone. The police came and started
searching with headlights and we continued driving home. My brother
and I were shaking up, and this still haunts me.
What was the deal with these people? Did the guy
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hold the girl so she wouldn't run in front of
the car. Did the woman try to escape the man?
The only possible way forward for them was into the forest,
but they had no lamps, it was cold, and we
were far away from any houses. In retrospect, it's easy
to be wise, and of course we should have stopped
at once. I was walking to a bus stop after
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an appointment around two pm, and I heard honking and
noticed a car doing a U turn. He rolled down
his window and honked and motioned for me to come over.
I thought he wanted directions and approached his vehicle. He
then asked me, are you busy? I told him I'm not,
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and he asked me to get into his car. I
told him no, I'm sorry and quickly walked away. I'm
a very anxious person and don't go out much, so
I want to know what he wanted from me. He
looked to be in his sixties with gray hair sunglasses,
so much much older than me. I was wearing leggings
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with an oversized X file t so not exactly dressed
to impress. I really feel dumb for getting that close
to his vehicle, as it's a quiet area away from
the main road. Did you think I was a prostitute
or something? So I'm pretty sure I'm overreacting when I
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think about it, but just in case background info, I'm
a fifteen year old girl and the man in this
situation was, from my view, a middle aged Middle Eastern man.
Exactly one week ago, I was in Sydney for the
holidays and it was my first time in the city.
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It was around eleven am. I was walking by myself
around Hyde Park and I was tearing up. I got
into a fight earlier with my mom, so I ran
off trying to find a secluded area. I was kind
of doing that thing where you walk fast and you
try not to cry. I was walking on the street
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where the bus stations were, and this man stopped me
and asked if he could take a picture. At first,
I was skeptical. Of course, I thought it was a
scam where he would ask for money for the pigs
or he was going to do something. I was kind
of caught off guard in the moment because I was
in distress, so I just stood there and said nothing
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with an unsure face. Then he whipped out his iPad
and showed me his profile on the site called Flicker.
I've now searched it up and it's a photography website,
so I kind of feel bad now. I saw pictures
of girls smiling. The background of the picks looked like
the park. There were trees, so I felt less cautious
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and asked him in this park right? He responded that
it will just take ten to fifteen minutes and that
we would go find somewhere to take the picture. I
thought about it for five seconds and ended up saying
no because I wasn't in the right state of mind.
Even if I was, I think I would have said no.
Then he kept trying to say that it would only
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take ten to fifteen minutes and that we should go,
but I just said no and walked away. I still
feel kind of bad about the whole thing because his
reaction after was kind of a disappointed smile. But now
that I think about it, I don't think he even
had a camera. Maybe he did, I don't remember. I
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was overwhelmed and immediately after and went into the park
and found an empty space on the grass and started bawling.
I told my family, and of course they all agreed
that he had bad intentions. But I'm still really unsure
about how I feel about the whole thing. What if
it's his actual job. I don't think he picked me
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because he thought I was a tourist or a minor.
Because I've gotten hidden on by older guys and some
people think I'm older than I actually am. The fact
that I was visibly vulnerable from being on the verge
of breaking down and the guys still try to convince
me and talk to me gives me doubts. But who knows.
Stuff like this has been happening to me a lot recently.
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I constantly get stares from people. Most of the men who
just act so weird around me either go quiet when
I hear them, or some of them try to start
compos with me. This is making me really paranoid if
everyone around me. I'm kind of scared to go out
by myself. Even when I go out with my mom,
sometimes weird stuff happens. I don't know what to do.
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When I was fourteen, my family moved from our home
in England to the Republic of Ireland. We lived there
for the next six years. Our first stop was the
northwest of the country, but after a year we relocated
again to Irish Midlands after my dad got a new
job in Dublin. My parents bought a small cottage on
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the outskirts of the teeny village, the kind of place
that felt more like a rest stop between two larger
towns than a real destination. There was almost nothing to do,
but not long after settling in, I took to explore
the surrounding countryside with our border collie, Mazie. That's how
I discovered this vast stretch of bogland, dotted with a
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man made forest and crisscross by a railway line used
to transport Pete. It became my go to escape. I
walked to the bogland with Mazie, following the tracks for hours.
After several months of this routine, I stopped going. I'm
not sure exactly why. Maybe it was the constant blisters
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from the uneven terrain, or maybe it was a vague
sense that I wasn't supposed to be there, even though
I wasn't trespassing. Whatever the reason, I started to avoid it. Instead.
I began visiting the public forest near the town where
I went to school. Since it was about a twenty
minute drive, my dad would drop me in, Maizie off,
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and come back a couple hours later. I liked this
forest more. It was peaceful, rarely crowded, and felt safe.
Occasionally we would walk past another dog walker or jogger,
but for the most part, we had this place to ourselves.
One evening, my dad dropped us off as usual. The
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sun was already beginning to set, and I didn't want
to be caught out there in the dark, so I
decided to take a short cut back towards the car park.
I veered off the main trail onto a narrow side
path that wound deeper through the trees. As I followed
the trail, Maizie trotted ahead of me. We came across
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a small teepee like sh shaped hut made of logs.
I used to play little games there with Mazie, hiding
inside the structure while she circled around, confused trying to
find me, unaware that she could just walk inside. I
don't remember if we played that game that day, but
I remember turning around suddenly and seeing someone A man
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had just stepped onto the same side trail he was
about twenty meters behind me. Something about him immediately unsettled me.
I couldn't tell you exactly why. Maybe it was because
of the way he was walking, or the way he
appeared so suddenly, but I felt it then, instinct of
gut level discomfort. I quickly clipped Maisie's lead back on
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and picked up my pace, heading back towards the main trail.
By the time I reached it, the light had faded
even more. I glanced back again. The man was still there,
now only ten meters behind. I told myself I was
over reacting. Maybe he was just out for a walk
like me. Maybe it was a coincidence, but something still
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fell off. I pulled out my phone to call my dad,
just to check if he was waiting at the car park.
No answer. I assumed he was still driving and hoped
he would be there soon. When we finally made it
to the car park, it was nearly pitch black. Only
one car was there, and it wasn't my dad's. I
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sat on the bench near a picnic table with Macy
beside me and waited. I checked my phone, no calls,
no texts. Then I hear footsteps the same man emerged
from the forest. I braced myself, staring at my phone,
pretending to be distracted, hoping that he would just walk past,
(28:51):
and thankfully he did. But instead of leaving, he got
into his car in the lot, turned on the engine
in headlights, and just sat there. He wouldn't leave. I
waited five minutes, ten fifteen. My dad still hadn't arrived.
The man still hadn't moved. I kept trying to call
(29:14):
my dad and text my dad, but I got no response.
I kept telling myself there could be a simple reason
why this man hadn't driven off, but none of those
reasons felt convincing. All I could hear was the low
hum of his engine and the stillness of the force
behind me. Maizie, who was already a naturally anxious dog,
(29:35):
started whining. She was digging ferociously at the ground under
the bench, creating a shallow hole for a pause. She
wouldn't settle down. It only made me more nervous. I
couldn't help, but wonder if she was picking up on
something I couldn't. Finally, after what felt like forever, the
man put his car in reverse and pulled out of
(29:57):
the parking lot, disappearing down the road. He had his
engine and headlights running the whole time, yet waited nearly
twenty minutes before leaving. About ten minutes later, my dad
finally showed up. His excuse he forgot he was supposed
to pick me up. To this day, I don't know
if this man was actually following me. I don't know
(30:20):
why he sat there for so long with his engine running,
but I do know this. Always trust your guy, and
never go walking in the forest alone as it's getting dark.
I've never posted here before, but I think this encounter
(30:40):
might be worth sharing. It certainly scared the crap out
of me at the time. It was two thousand and one.
I was a single mom, thirty four years old at
the time, and my son was ten. I took my
son to his elementary school on the way to work.
My schedule allowed for it, and it was nice to
start our day out together. I dropped him off and
(31:03):
had to work. That was about ten minutes away. I
had to cross over the river that ran through the city.
I've always hated stopping on bridges at traffic lights, and
this light seemed extra long. Glancing around as I waited,
I was watching people in their cars the river and
the traffic light that seemed to be stuck on red.
(31:25):
Looking in my rear view mirror, I noticed the little,
white haired old lady driving a little car. She was
watching me in my roar view mirror as well. I
was curious, so I kept looking at her, and she
threw her head back and laughed or cackled. Then she
looked hard at me in the mirror, made us slashing
across the neck sign, then made a cradle of her arms,
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rocking it back and forth, and then she pointed at me.
The longer I watched her, the more disturbed I was.
She kept doing this over and over again and laughing.
If you are a parent, you know this is not
something you prank other cars about. It felt evil, but
no paranormal stuff here. Well, it had me pretty rattled,
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and once the light turned green, I flew up the
street to get to work, and of course I got
more anxious the longer I was driving. By the time
I got to work, I was in full panic and
went to my office and called the school. My son
was in a special class alongside his regular assigned class.
If he got too restless, he could go to the
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special class as an accommodation, so I was able to
speak directly to his teacher. Immediately, I told her what happened.
She said, boy, that sounds scary, and assured me my
son was okay. I often looked back at this event,
and I don't know if it was a harbinger of
doom or just an encounter with the crazy. But my
(32:55):
son died suddenly, just weeks before his nineteenth birthday. The
last thing I said to him was I love you, baby,
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