15 True Home Scary Stories | Horror Story Compilation - Scary Stories from Bad Vibes

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Speaker 1 (00:04):
You hear stories about people unknowingly squatting into other people's homes,
but you never think it would actually happen to you.
It happened to me. I'm a thirty one year old female.
About ten years ago, I was living in a two
family house on the second floor with my then toddler.
For the story to make sense, I needed to try

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to explain the layout and the backstory. My brother's close
friend at the time lived on the first floor and
is the one that referred me to the landlord. We
had a private front entrance, but shared the back entrance
with a staircase that ran from the basement all the
way up to the second floor. I would frequently leave
the back door unlocked because I had a habit of

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locking my keys in the house, and my downstair's neighbor
could let me in the back door. The downstairs neighbor
had a friend who was kind of down and out.
He had a history of substance abuse, but was supposed
to be clean at this time. He was a relatively
nice guy, and our neighbor had been letting him stay
on his couch for a while. The neighbor had a

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four year old daughter and having someone sleeping on the
couch without any plans of finding in a permanent living
situation was becoming disruptive to their everyday lives. The neighbor
finally tells him he needs to go. It was summertime,
so the friend decides he's going to sleep on the
couch or on our covered porch. We told him that's

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not acceptable, and when we asked him to leave, we
met the property in general. It also became abudtly clear
that he was using again and his behaviors had become
somewhat erratic. He was also making a lot of unsolicited
advances on me, which had become increasingly uncomfortable. He wasn't happy,

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but it wasn't our problem. He stopped coming around and
we no longer saw him around town. Fast forward a
month or two and I notice things going missing. Jewelry,
small amounts of money left around the house, lighters and
consequential items I had written off as lost. This house

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was old with paper thin walls. The back door in
question was right next to the bathroom, along one side
of the shower. It also made a very distinct noise
when opened. One day, my car was at the mechanic,
so it probably appeared that I wasn't home. I'm showering,
and I swear I hear the back door open. I freeze,

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practically stop breathing. But after a few minutes, when nobody
murdered me in American psycho style, I wrote it off again.
I'm a notorious whimp and had a history since childhood
of thinking every strange noise was a potential murderer. This
was a long time ago, so I don't remember exactly
the length of time, possibly a few weeks. The basement

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was really big and shared, and the landlord also sort
some stuff down there. It was very packed with some
very dark corners. We rarely went down there. The landlord
comes by one day and goes down to the basement.
He hears a strange noise, grabs a baseball bat, and
finds a man in her basement. The man pushes the

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landlord down, runs out of the house and down the street.
We called the police, who find him hiding in the
trash can around the corner. Can't make the shit up.
Upon further investigation, we find the basement window I had
been ever so slightly propped open. In the back corner
behind some boxes was a nest of blankets filled with
their missing items and some drug paraphernalia. He had also

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left his phone in the chaos, where we found a
lot of pictures of me sleeping. This man had been
high and crack, living in her basement and regularly entering
my apartment both when I wasn't home and when I
was sleeping for months. While he seemed like a nice guy,
he was regularly high on drugs and that changes people.

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I still get chills knowing that he could have done
anything to me and my child, and I would have
never seen it coming. The worst part is the charges
somehow got dropped, and they never even consulted us, and
then they never give us options as a victim. This
was not even close to his first criminal offense. My
state is notoriously soft on non violent criminals, regardless of

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whether it was a victimless crime or not. My local
police department is also notorious for making deals in exchange
for information on even small time dealers. We don't get
any justice. Luckily, this doesn't have much of a lasting
effect on my mental health, just more of a what
the fuck can't believe this really happened. It feels like

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a fever dream Jason, let's not meet. My name is
Jules and this happened in twenty twenty two. At the time,
I was a business student, but my English skills left

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much to be desired to improve. I decided to take
a gap year and move to Toronto for intensive language courses.
Since the costs were high, I found a shared apartment
with other students. It had three bedrooms. One was still
empty waiting for another student to move in. My roommate, Sandro,

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was a Swiss German, tall almost two meters and one
hundred and twenty kilos, but also very friendly. We quickly
became friends. A few weeks later, Sandro told me that
he was going to take a week long trip through
Canada's national parks. He was set to leave on Saturday morning,

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while I had been informed that a new student would
arrive the same day around three pm. Sandro left the
apartment at ten am, leaving me alone to wait for
the new arrival. Hours went by three pm, then four pm,
eight pm, ten pm, still no one. I grabbed a

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buy te watched the show on Netflix, and eventually decided
to go to bed. Around midnight, I suddenly awoke by
knocks on the apartment door. I heard someone coming in.
That must be the new student, I thought to myself,
before hearing an unfamiliar voice explaining the apartment's layout. I
stayed in my room, too tired to get out and

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fell back asleep. But a few minutes later there were
knocks on my door, once, then the second time ten
minutes later. Thinking there might be a problem, I eventually
got up. I found myself face to face with this
young Japanese woman around twenty five years old. I quickly
explained a few details about the apartment. We exchanged Instagram handles,

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and then each of us went back to our rooms
for the night. In the following days, she often asked
me to accompany her when taking the bus or subway.
I gladly helped, showing her the stops and good spots
for getting around, and then eventually returned to my routine
between classes and JIM sessions. But gradually something strange started

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to happen. Every evening when I came back, she would
always be talking to me, either by message or when
we bumped into each other in the apartment. The situation
became increasingly heavy. Then one evening, while laying in bed,
I noticed a figure on the shared balcony right in
front of my bedroom window. She was leaning against the railings,

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staring at me. Her gaze was piercing, unsettling. When she
realized I had seen her, she quickly turned away and
went back into her room. I shivered, but tried to
convince myself that it was just a coincidence. Later, around midnight,
I turned off all the lights to fall asleep. I

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glanced at the window. She was there, standing watching me.
Our eyes met again, and she vanished instantly. The scene
repeated itself for the following nights. Every evening I would
catch her watching me from the balcony, always at the
same time, always with a fixed gaze. Every time she

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would disappear as soon as I noticed her. But the
night before my departure, the situation took an even more
disturbing turn. One morning, I had gotten up particularly early
for an appointment. It was five am when I left
my room. The entire apartment was shrouded in the darkness,
except for a faint light filtering under the bathroom door,

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where I was brushing my teeth. Suddenly, I heard a
noise behind me. The young woman emerged from her room, silent,
her footsteps softly echoing on the wooden floor. She knew
I was there, she saw the light coming from under
the door. I froze, a chill running down my spine.

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There I was in my underwear, toothbrush in hand, wondering
what she wanted. But instead of turning back, she opened
the door and came in, sitting on the closed toilet,
facing me. She didn't say a word, She just sat there, motionless,
her gaze locked onto mine with a blank, almost empty expression.

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The scene dragged on for long, icy seconds, with the
silence grew oppressive. Then slowly I gathered my stuff and
left the room, closing the door behind me. I returned
to my room very slowly, trying to show that I
didn't understand what was going on, but her English was
too poor for us to have a proper conversation. In

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the days that followed, I became increasingly cautious, watching every move,
but she could te you to observe me every evening
from the balcony, like a disturbing shadow in the night.
On the night before my departure, things took an even
more terrifying turn. I was having dinner in my room
when I saw her again through the window. Staring intensely inside.

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I looked away, hoping that she would leave. Then later
that night, around three am, I woke up suddenly from
a nightmare. I turned my head and there she was,
still on the balcony, her eyes wide open, fixed on me.
My blood ran cold. This time, she didn't look away.
She remained motionless, like a statue. Then abruptly, she turned

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and started walking inside the apartment. My heart pounded. I
rushed to lock my door, and I buried myself under
the covers, hoping that it was all a bad dream.
A few seconds later I heard footsteps behind my door,
then an attempt to open it, gently at first, then
more forceful. She was pressing on the handle, trying to

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get into my room. Panicked, I remained still hold in
my breath, and then everything went silent again. I didn't
hear anything anymore. She must have gone back to her room,
but the rest of the night fell endless. I returned
to France the next day. It was just a normal evening.

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I was sitting on my couch, scrolling through my phone,
mindlessly watching TV. I lived on a quiet street, one
where you can leave your front door unlocked and not
think twice about it. I had been living here for
a year and nothing I had ever seen out of
the ordinary until tonight. It was around ten thirty when
I heard it, the faintest sound a creek. I wasn't

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sure if it was just the house settling or something,
but it made me pause and the house was still.
Then a thud. This time it wasn't the wind or
house shifting. It was something else. My stomach tightened. Maybe
I had been a tree branch tapping against the window,
or maybe I was just being paranoid. I tried to

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ignore it and went back to scrolling, but the noise
came again. This time it was closer. I stood up
and crept towards the hallway, listening carefully. The second floor
was quiet. I checked the doors. All were locked, the
windows were shut tight. Everything seemed fine, but that nagging

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feeling in my gut wouldn't go away. I couldn't shake
the thought that someone might be in my house. But
how I was sure I locked everything and I hadn't
heard anyone enter. I tiptoed back to my living room,
trying to keep my breath steady. The front door was
still latched, but something was off. The air felt heavy, thicker.

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Then I heard it soft rustle, followed by a low creak.
It was coming from upstairs. I froze, my mind raised.
The only possible explanation was someone had gotten in. The
question was who. I grabbed my phone and my hands
were shaking. I called the police, my voice barely above

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a whisper. There's someone in my house, or I said
something like that. I don't know if the intruder had
heard me, but the adrenaline in my veins told me
to move quickly, Please send someone. I couldn't just wait,
I had to act. I grabbed a heavy flashlight from
my kitchen drawer. Better than nothing. I started up the stairs.

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My footsteps felt loud in the silence, too loud. I
couldn't seem to control my breathing. Every creak up the
stairs underfoot made me jump. At the time of the stairs,
I turned left into the hallway. The door to my
bedroom was closed, but I could have sworn I heard
movement behind it. Slowly, I reached for the handle. Just

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my fingertips touched the knob. I heard it, a faint sound,
like someone dragging something across the floor. My heart pounded
in my chest as I stepped back, my mind screaming
at me to get out, but I was frozen. I
didn't know what to do. Do I confront them or
do I just run and hide. I can't risk running

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if they are still in the house. I'd never make
it to the door. Suddenly, the sound of footsteps, slow
and deliberate, came from inside the room. Someone was walking around.
I needed to call for help again, but I couldn't move.
The door to my bedroom creaked open. If I did,

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I might make myself a target. I was in the
corner now, trap between my own indecision. I was waiting
for the worst. Then the footsteps stopped. My heart nearly
stopped too. I stood there, frozen, listening for everything, anything
to tell me what's happening. And then, just as I
was about to move, I heard a voice, soft and muffled,

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but unmistakable. You thought you were safe, didn't you. It
was coming from the hallway, just outside the room. I
held my breath. I tried to control my shaking, but
I couldn't. My phone buzzed in my pocket. I glanced
back towards the hallway, and that's when I saw it,
A shadow shifting just out of you. I barely had

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time to react before the intruder stepped forward. It was
a man, tall, disheveled. I don't know how long he
had been standing there, but I was certain that he
knew I was there. Now. I could see his hand twitch,
like he was deciding whether to come closer. Just then
I heard the unmistakable sounds of sirens in the distance.

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My stomach twisted with a mix of hope and dread.
The intruder turned towards the noise. He didn't say anything,
he just turned back away, slowly glanced over his shoulder
towards the window. He darted down the stairs, leaving me
there breathless and paralyzed. The police arrived a minute later,

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flooding the house, checking every room, finding only signs of
his presence a broken lock, a footprint outside, But he
was gone. That night, I couldn't sleep after the police left.
I stayed up, listening to every creaking crack in the
house with a new terrified awareness. The next day, I

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replaced the lock, put up a security camera, and now
I double check every door. But the thing that haunted
me the most wasn't the broken lock. It was the
way he looked at me. Like he had been watching
me for a long time, like he knew exactly when
I'd be alone. It was a typical Wednesday evening. I

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just finished dinner and was sitting on the couch in
my living room playing a game on my phone. I
had moved into this apartment a few months ago, and
everything felt comfortable. The building was old, but the neighbors
seemed nice enough, just enough interaction to keep things light.
My apartment had big windows that faced a small courtyard.

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I liked the natural light it brought in, especially at
night from the street lights. I was sitting near the
window the blinds pulled up slightly, just enough for me
to see the outside world, but not enough for people
to see fully in or at least that's what I thought.
I started watching TV alone in my pajamas when I

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know something strange, A shadow in the corner of my window.
I froze, staring at the outline for a moment. I
thought it was just a tree branch swaying, but then
it moved differently. Then I thought, maybe it is my
neighbor walking by, but it stayed in place, just behind
the curtain. I put it back slightly to look out.

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I could see the silhouette if someone standing perfectly still
with what felt like an eternity. I tried to tell
myself it was nothing, that my imagination was running wild,
but I couldn't shake the feeling that I was being watched. Slowly,
I slid the curtain back down, making sure the window
was completely covered, my mind spinning with all the possible explanations.

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Maybe it was just someone walking by, or someone waiting
for a friend in the courtyard, but something fell off.
I couldn't even see which direction the person was facing.
I tried to brush it off and went to bed,
but I couldn't sleep. The image of someone standing outside
my window kept creeping into my mind. What if it

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was a prank, a neighbor who thought it would be funny,
or worse, what if it wasn't a break at all.
The next few days, the feeling lingered. I kept my
blinds down almost completely, but I didn't stop with anxiety.
Every time I heard footsteps outside, I could help but
peek out the window, my heart pounding in my chest,

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but I never saw anything out of the ordinary. I
convinced myself that I was just being paranoid, that nothing
had really happened. That was until one night a week later.
It was after midnight. I was laying in bed, staring
up at the ceiling, trying to fall asleep. My window
was cracked open, just a little enough for some fresh air,

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but not enough to be noticed from outside. I could
hear a faint rustling of leaves outside. I closed my eyes,
ignoring the noise. When I heard it a soft tapping sound.
At first I thought it was just the wind, but
then it came again, close to this time three taps.

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My heart thud it in my chest, but I didn't
open my eyes. The tapping didn't stop. It grew more deliberate, closer,
like someone was trying to get my attention without making
a sound. I didn't move, honestly, was frozen like I
didn't even want to breathe too loudly. I told myself
it was just my imagination or just some regular noise

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outside my window. But the longer it continued, the more
certain I was that it was a person. Then three
more taps, then the sound stopped. I held my breath waiting,
but then the most chilling thing happened. I heard a voice, quietly,
just barely audible. Are you awake? I froze. The voice

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came from right outside my window. I knew, in that moment,
without a shadow of doubt, that someone was standing in
there watching me. I couldn't move. I was too terrified
to even call the police. What if they left before
help arrived, What if it was someone I knew. My
mind was racing, but I couldn't let it go. I

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slowly grabbed my phone and texted my best friend. I
told that someone was outside my window and that I
didn't know what to do. I didn't expect her to
reply at that hour, but I needed to do something.
I glanced over at the window. The blinds were slowly open,
just a sliver. That's when I saw it, the shadow again,

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much closer than before, A figure just standing behind the
edge of the curtain, watching me. I wanted to scream
and shout, but I couldn't make a sound. The person
stay still for what felt like hours. My phone buzzed
with the message from my friend, but I couldn't take
my eyes off the window. The figure finally moved, taking

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a step back. I don't know where they went, but
I heard the faintest footsteps retreating into the darkness through
the courtyard. I stayed there, wide awake until the first
light of dawn broke through the blinds. The next morning,
I went outside and checked the area around my window.
There was no obvious signs of anyone being there, no

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footprints or disturbances, but as I looked closer, I found
something chilling, A single smudge on my window pane, barely visible,
but there. The person never came back again, but the
feeling of being watched never went away. I installed heavier
blinds a security camera, but could never shake the sensation

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that someone was always nearby, just outside my view, watching,
and honestly, that apartment no longer felt like home. To
this day, every time I hear rustling in the laves
outside my window, my heart skips a beat. This happened

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over a decade ago when I was twelve years old.
I live in a small town in Oklahoma, and in
my neighborhood, the houses are fairly spaced apart, separated by woods.
It was a school day, so my grandma picked me
up from school and brought me home. This was the
first year that I got dropped off at my house alone.

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Before this, I would go to my grandma's house after school.
I'd get dropped off at around three pm, and my
parents would be home around four thirty. Not that big
of a deal that day. For some reason, my dad
wasn't getting home until around seven pm, and my mom,
a teacher, wouldn't be home until around eight pm because

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she had parent teacher conferences at school. This happened in
early fall, so it wouldn't get dark until about eight pm.
I did what I usually did when I got home.
I ran upstairs, got on my Xbox three sixty and
played Minecraft with my friends. It was just me and
my friend's seth I was playing for about two hours

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when I heard a car door shut in my driveway.
No one should be there until about seven pm. My
house is set up to where my upstairs has windows
that look over the driveway, so with my mic on
and controller in hand, I went to the window to
see who it was. Maybe my dad got off earlier
than expected. I looked outside. It was a red truck.

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No one I know drives the red truck. The person
pulled into the middle of the driveway sideways and like
he owned the place. When I looked out the window,
I saw a man with a hat wearing a big
camel hoodie. And jeans. It was September, so no one
should be wearing a big hoodie with jeans in Oklahoma.

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By the time I looked out, he was already almost
out of you going up the walkway to my front door.
I thought maybe it was one of my dad's friends
or some of my dad hired to do something, but
he usually tell me if someone was gonna come over.
Soon after, I hear a knock at the door, then another.

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I go to my other window that has a better
view of the walk up to my front door. I
see the guy walking back down the walkway. I switch
and go back to looking through the other window, overlooking
the driveway. I tell Seth that he's walking back to
his truck now. Instead, he walks past his truck and
tries to open my garage side door. At this point,

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my heart sinks. I tell Seth that this guy tried
to get into my house. Mind you, is literally broad daylight,
like five pm. Luckily the door was locked because sometimes
we forget to lock it. After he tried the door,
he starts walking to my patio. I dropped my headset
and quietly run down the stairs to see what he's doing.

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I get downstairs and stand by the wall so I'm
not visible from the back door living room windows. I
just listen. I hear him try to open the door.
Then I hear a thud. It sounded like he dropped
a brick on the ground or something. At this point,
I'm more scared than I've ever been. I wanted to

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call my parents or grandma, but I didn't have a
cell phone yet. The only phone in this house was
in the kitchen. I would have to cross the living
room to get there, and he would be able to
see me. A few seconds after the thud, I peek
around the corner and he was gone. I run back
upstairs and put my headset on telling Seth that he

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just tried to open the back door as well as
I'm telling him. I hear the car door shut this
time when I look out the window, it finally got
into his truck. I look at the truck close and
I noticed the only thing he has in the bed
of his truck was a crowbar and shovel. He sat
in his truck for what felt like a few minutes.

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During this time, Seth told me get my iPod and
take a picture of his license plate, but he was
parked where I couldn't see it. Danny drove backwards out
of my driveway and down the road. A few minutes
after he was confirmed gone, I went downstairs to see
what the thud could have been. I get to the
back door and see that the doormat was moved. Both

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the big potted plants had been moved as well. He
was looking for a key. Holy fuck, we have a
hidden key back there too. The key to the back
door was under one of the smaller plant pots on
the ledge next to the door, not the bigger ones
that he had checked under. I then went to the
front porch and all the pots looked like they had

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been moved to I don't know what he would have
done if he was able to find the or if
he just broke in. After he left, I called my
dad and told him what happened. When my dad got home,
we had a cop come over and I told him
what happened and gave them a description. Luckily, the guy
never came back. I live in a very small town

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where everyone knows everyone else. Last weekend, a girl walked
up to my porch and said that she had a
friend who wanted to get to know me and asked
if I was single. I told her I was, and
she asked for my number. I didn't see the harm
in that, as I'm open to meeting new people. Big
dumb mistake on my part. I'll never do that again.

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She left, and about five minutes later I received a
text from this guy. And it turns out I've known
of this person for almost thirty years, but we've never
met or spoken to each other. He told me they
thought I was pretty and that he would like to
get to know me better. He asked if he could
stop by and talk in person. I said that was fine.

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This guy shows up with four other people, and it
was immediately clear to me that they were all in
drugs of some sort. I hadn't seen him for a
very long time, so I was not expecting how he looked.
His name was Carrie, and he didn't have a single
tooth left in his mouth, and he might have weighed
one hundred and ten pounds five foot seven at most.

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I was immediately regretful. Not only were all his teeth missing,
he had no job, no car, no money, and it's
currently homeless. I recognized immediately that this guy is trying
to find a home for the winter, and he thinks
he's gonna date me. It's obvious to me that he
thinks very highly of his looks and in his charming ways. Honestly,

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his flirting was extremely repulsive. I got rid of them
by making up an excuse that I had to be somewhere.
Four days later, my doorball came captured a video of
Carrie walking up my porch steps, where he decided to
sit there with his back to the camera. He turned
and looked directly at the camera twice. It gets creepier.

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A few days later, I woke up Friday morning at
about five thirty am and decided to smoke a s egg.
I don't smoke inside, and since I caught him sitting
at my porch steps, I'll check the camera for any
side of him. I didn't see anyone, so I stepped
out and smoked. I was half asleep and staring down

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at the ground when I heard a voice. My head
snapped up, and I'll be damned, he was standing in
less than three feet away from me. I nearly jumped
under my skin and screamed at him and said, you
just scared the fucking shit out of me. What the
actual fuck is wrong with you. I truly I have
no idea what direction he came from and how he

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was able to walk up to my porch without making
a single sound. He laughed until he saw I was furious.
Then he started explaining that he was here to tell
me that his phone was dead and wanted to know
if I had tried calling or texting him. The only
text I sat was asking him why the fuck are
you sitting on my porch at three forty seven am,

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and he never answered that. One leaning towards me trying
to flirt with me. After creeping me the hell out,
he says, good morning sunshine. Oh. I wanted to slap
his ugly face. I told him I'm not a mourning
person at all, so you need to go. He started
explaining again why he was there, and then he started

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pouting and walked away very slowly, but kept turning back
to me, looking at me like I was going to
change my mind and invited him in or something. It
was unbelievable. My doorboke him actually recorded part of this interaction.
After that, he started watching me from a half block
away in front of a bowling alley that I had

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a bench that directly lines up on my door for
two days. He watched my every move. It even started
pouring rain and he just sat there watching me. I
haven't seen him in a couple of days, but I'm
hoping he's moved on to someone else. But my intuition
is saying he isn't done just yet. Cops know all

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about it. My son works for a sheriff department and
filled them in. This is one of the creepiest encounters
I've ever had. And I'm a paranormal investigator. I've always
said that it's a living you gotta worry about, and
this proves it. This is my story about being stalked.

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Dealing with this has been difficult, and throughout the deal
I fell out of control. So I'm sharing this to
gain control over my own story. The story as long
as it spanned over two years. Several years ago, I
moved abroad to begin a two year study course. When
I arrived at my apartment, I met three of my roommates.

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Sam was funny and sarcastic, while Bella and Poppy were
both nice sorority type girls. We decided to go out
for dinner and I offered to invite the fourth roommate
in room one Sea next to mine. Sam warned me
not to invite her, saying she was odd. I was
worried because I didn't want to live with a bunch

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of caddy girls. How are they fighting in less than
one day? I smiled and told Sam that she just
made a bad first impression and I would invite her
to get to know her better. Sam grumbled as I
left the kitchen, approaching the door next to mine, I
knocked on the door and the door opened. A short,

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pettitue girl with long hair and a childlike face stuck
her head out. I introduced myself and invited her for dinner.
The girl's face lifted at my invitation and she nodded
in agreement. Our excitement for the new school year kept
us lively. As we arrived at the restaurant, I decided

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to befriend the girl in Room one Sea. Since we
were sharing in a bathroom. I learned that her name
was Nelly. We were the same age, from the same state,
and in the same program. I ordered a jack and
coke as Neelie leaned in and asked me if I
actually drank alcohol. I nodded, thinking her question was odd.

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We were both in our twenties. Of course, I drank alcohol.
Nelly focused her attention on me while we ate. As
I got to know Nelly, I kind of felt bad
for her. She was born in Sri Lanka but immigrated
as a kid, and since she had an accent and lisp,
I assumed that she was bullied. Nellie was different from me.

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She was shy and claimed to not have hobbies or friends.
But I figured that since we were in the same program,
I could befriend her. I asked if she wanted to
sue me in class, and she happily agreed. I felt intent,
knowing that I was befriending her like I was doing
a good deed. My first two weeks abroad went smoothly.

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I got used to my surroundings, made friends, and got
along with my roommates. Sam Bella, Poppy, and I would
often cook and eat dinner together while we chatted about
our days. Nellie and I got along, but she was
socially awkward. I made it my goal to befriend her,
which was easy because we sat together in lecture every day.

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We even opened our bedroom doors in unison. I would
open my door, then Nelly would open hers and ask
me where I was going. One night, I left my
room to go grocery shop when Nellie's door opened and
asked if she could join me. I agreed, and she
hurriedly put on her sandals and her kneon pink coat.

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I walked through the aisle. Nellie silently followed closely behind me.
Eventually I found everything I needed, but Nelly said that
she wasn't buying anything. After I paid for everything and
began to exit the store, the alarms went off. I
stopped to show the security guard in my receipt and
he looked at my bags, confirming I hadn't stolen anything.

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I didn't think much of the incident, but when I
stood in the front of the store with Nelly for
the fourth time as my bags got searched by security,
a thought crept into my mind. The alarms never rang
when I was alone or with friends. The only rang
when I was with Nelly. I shook my head. Nelly
couldn't be stealing. I was with her the whole time.

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She was a perfectly nice, normal girl, and I was
rude to think the contrary the harmony in the apartment.
It's only lasted two weeks. One morning, I shuffled into
the bathroom and saw the toilet was completely full, with
two or three rolls of dry, unraffled toilet paper sprawled
onto the floor. However, what concerned me most was the

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huge water hair that sat directly on top of the
toilet paper. I knew then that it was Nelly who
had done this. She was the only other person with
the bathroom key, and her hair color was a match.
I tried to think of any reason why she would
do this. Maybe she clogged the toilet then stuffed it
with toilet paper to hide her business, but that didn't

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explain the water hair. I couldn't harp on the issue, though,
so I made a maintenance request to have someone unclogged
the toilet, and when I came home from class, the
toilet was unclogged. I studied for two hours before going
back into the bathroom. I was annoyed when I found
the toilet clogged again. Toilet paper, hair and all. This

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obviously wasn't a mistake anymore, and now we were out
of toilet paper. I knew I had to say something,
but I didn't want to directly confront Nelly about this
awkward topic. So I sent a passive, non aggressive text, Hey,
if something goes wrong with a toilet, can you make
a maintenance request right away please? I sent the message carefully,

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not making an accusatory I didn't want there to be
tension with Nelly, especially since she still sat with me
in class. Nelly never acknowledged the situation. She still opened
the door with mine, hung out with me, and sat
with me in class. For the next two months, I
just dealt with the constant toilet paper and torn out hair.

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I tried sending texts, but it didn't help. Nelly would
clug the toilet, I'd make a maintenance request, the staff
member would clean Nelly's mess, then she would do it again. Eventually,
after twelve o'clock toilets, I was so annoyed that I
decided to confront Nelly. Nelly, I know that you're clogging
the toilet and you need to stop. If you do

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it again, I'm going to report you. I pressed send
and walked into class. I decided that I wouldn't sit
with Nelly anymore. I had different friends to sit with
who didn't clog my toilet. As I sat down with
Reagan and Charlotte, I felt bad seeing Nelly sit alone
across the lecture hall. I promised myself that I would

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still be friends with her and that everything would be fine.
I was happy that the holiday break was soon, and
Nellie never addressed me about not sitting with her. The
message had worked. Nellie stopped clogging the toilet and we
were still friends. But I come home one day in
early December and my nose scrunched in disgust. There was

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a sticky, sweet, rotten, yogurt like smell coming from Nelly's room.
I didn't want to confront Nelly so soon after messaging
her about the toilet, so for weeks I avoided the problem.
I didn't interest the issue until two weeks after, when
all our food started to rot almost immediately after buying it. Bella,

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Sam Poppy were complaining about how maintenance hadn't found the
source of what was causing that food to rot. When
I brought up the horrible smell and then accompanied fly infestation.
The girls went to go smell the hallway outside of
Nelly's room and returned two minutes later, coughing and gagging.
We posited about what was causing the smell. When Sam

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brought up seeing Nellie at two am skipping through the woods.
Sam was heading back from a club, and Nelly was
skipping around like a possessed doll. According to Sam. After
we spoke, Nellie entered the kitchen and everyone fell quiet.
Sam bluntly asked Nellie what the smell in her room was,
and Nelly just suddently shrugged her shoulders. Annoyed by this,

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Sam stood up, grabbed Nellie's arm, and guided her into
the hallway as the rest of us followed, every in
our noses with our sleeve. Nelly claimed not to smell anything,
but her eyes were darting rapidly between the three of us.
Sam made a sarcastic comment towards Nelly. As we returned
to the kitchen Without Nelly, Sam was a bit harsh,

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and a part of me felt bad for Nelly. At
least Christmas would be relaxing. I spent two weeks at
a friend's house with her family for Christmas. They were
all welcoming, so I didn't miss home too much. My
friend knew about Nelly, so she bought me some scented
candles for Christmas. When I returned to the apartment, I

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felt rested and equipped to face the new year. My
January exams were online and pretty easy. Saw a surprise
when Nelly texted me asking if I would cheat with
her on the final exam. I politely declined, and she
asked if I would go to lunch with her the
next day. I had no plans, so I accepted her imitation.

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I spent a lot of time with her, but she
never actually spoke much, so despite everything, I wanted to
get to know her better. Once we were at the restaurant,
I wracked my brain for things I could talk to
Nelly about. Attempting to break the awkward silence, I asked
her what her favorite show was. She told me that
she loves to watch Sophia the First. I was confused.

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Sophia the First is the Disney Tyler show that came
out when we were teens. Why should she be watching
a show for toddlers in her twenties. I didn't know
how to expand on what she said, so I changed
the subject and asked her what her favorite hobby was.
Nellie giggled and said, I did this a lot. Actually,

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I listened to you through the walls. They're so thin
I barely put my ear against it. I hear you
talk to your parents every day. I tried not to
look horrified as I sat there, confused and a little scared.
Nellie then started laughing, you're like a mother, but I'm
an aunt and we're sisters together. I smiled awkwardly and nodded.

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I had no clue how to respond. In a desperate
attempt to change topics, and I asked her about her
childhood and Sri Lanka. Nelly slammed her fist on the table,
sending my rice flying off my plate. Nelly yelled at
she was not from Sri Lanka, and I apologized, even
though she definitely had told me that she was from there.

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Nelly began to laugh again. I have plans for us tonight.
We'll go to a graveyard and walk around. You'll be scared,
but I'll have fun with you. Nelly's eyes were opened
incredibly wide, and her mouth seemed to open more than usual.
She was scaring me, and I didn't want to be rude,
so I said, all are other roommates too. At that,

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Nelly let go over fork and quickly moved her hand
onto mine. She insisted that we go alone. I pulled
my hand back, attempting to hide the grimace and stuttered
out a disingenuous maybe. Nellie leaned back, slowly, rolling her
head from one side to the other, and mumbled about
how fun it will be, the rest of her lunch

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was silent. When we got back to the apartment, I
say goodbye to her and went into my room. I
didn't call my parents that night. I went to bed early,
hoping to quell my anxiety and get so much need
to rest. The next day I did the laundry, went shopping,
and by two I was meal prepping for the week.

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I jumped when I heard Nelly asked me if I
wanted to go to the movies with her. I had
in her to come into the kitchen, but there she stood,
her head down and her eyes turned up, staring at me.
I declined her request, but she repeated her question. I
politely declined once again, trying to offset the bizarre vibe.

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Nellie didn't respond and retreated back to her room, then
left for the movies. An hour later, I went to
the bathroom, and when I opened the door, I gagged immediately.
The smell was bad, but the sight was worse. The walls, floor, door, sink,
and toilet were covered with smeared poop and blood. I

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could see distinct handprints. I closed the door, not trying
to puke. I was shocked that Nelly had done this,
but my shock turned into anger as I messaged Nelly,
what you did is weird and disgusting. You need to
clean it. I'm going to report you. I pressed send.
I no longer cared about being friends with Nelly. I

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felt gross, so I went to our shower room next
to the bathroom, but Nelly ruined that too. There was
tool paper shoved into the shower drain and walled to
toilet paper crusted onto the walls. I was livid at
this point, but I had to wait until Monday to
report her, so I laid down to take a nap.
Two hours later, I was awoken with Nelly slamming the

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front door. I heard footsteps until her feet were visibly
on the crack under my door. I expected to knock,
but she didn't. Instead, Nellie began to continuously trip like
a bird. She briefly paused, then began twisting my doorknob
in unison with her chirps. I stood there, unnerved as

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Nellie did this for five minutes. Then Nellie began to
rapidly knock on the door and call my cell phone.
Seven times she called hung up. They called again, while
still rapidly knocking. Nellie then began to ram her body
against my door, over and over again. The shock of
it all made me stumble back onto my bed. Then,

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as suddenly as it started, Nelly stopped, her feet still
visible under my door. My phone buzzed and I slowly
unlocked it, staring down in horror at Nellie's text. The
cockroach screamed, why do this to me? Because you couldn't
be positive and a nag situation, the doctor said. The

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doctor pulls off the cockroaches legs and he cries. The
doctor has no choice. The cockroach must be killed and
his family taken away. You are the funny cockroach. I
was terrified as Nelly began to knock and chirp. I
was scared to call the cops because I was on
a visa and if they didn't believe me, I could

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be deported from making false reports. I text Poppy and Bella,
who had heard everything. Nelly stood there for an hour straight,
occasionally pushing her fingers through the crack under my door.
When Bella's boyfriend arrived. His presence scared Nelly away. We
met up and talked about what happened before going to

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bed that night, I barely slept. I was too scared.
I woke up the next day anxious from the previous
night's events. I tried to convince myself that it wasn't
that bad. However, as I peeked into the bathroom, its
conditions suggested otherwise. Charlotte and Reagan were skipping class, so

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I sat alone. I saw Nelly enter the room by
passed her regular seat, moved through the aisles and inspect
each row as she passed. I stick in my chair
as she got closer, horrified by the realization that she
was searching for me. With last night's memories fresh in
my mind. I froze in fear when Nelly found me

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and robotically bent down to meet my eye line as
she sat next to me with her mouth twisted in
a sinister smile. I did nothing as she sat next
to me, too scared to move and worried about any
teenage shift may cause her to attack. When the professor
dismissed us, I shot up, frantically, packing my things up.

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Nelly asked where I was going, and I lied to her,
saying I was going to a cafe. I didn't want
to know where I was, so I went home for lunch,
and as I stood in the kitchen, the door opened.
You weren't at the cafe. Nellie's eyes darted up at me.
She was looking at the knife on the table. I

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apologized and told Nellie that my plans had changed. My
heart raised as I asked her she liked a lecture.
She didn't respond. She just stared with her head tilted
and mouth agape. I asked her again, but she still
didn't answer. I faced her, afraid that she would use
the knife on me. She glared so intently that her

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veins were protruding. She stood there for ten minutes before leaving.
Later on, I walked to the library and froze when
I saw Nellie's pink jacket behind me. I turned to
see Nellie staring at me with vacant eyes. She followed
me into the library up to the third floor and
sat directly behind me. With her threat still fresh in

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my mind. I moved to a different spot, but she
followed me. I tried again, but she still fall I
was scared to be isolated in the library with her,
so I decided to leave. I quickly weaved through the bookshelves,
desperately trying to reach the lobby, but Nelly matched my pace.
I was nearing a heart attack when I ran into

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my guardian angel Sam Nellie's following me, I blurted out.
Sam looked at Nelly, who had stopped five feet behind me.
She nonchalantly told Nelly to fuck off. I was surprised,
but Nelly did just that. After Sam and I spoke
for a bit, my phone buzzed. It was Nelly inviting

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me to the graveyard. That night. Sam told me that
I'd be smart to move out, and she was right.
I needed to report Nelly and move out. It wasn't
safe for me to live in that apartment anymore. I
needed to get away. I went to Reagan's apartment, as
she was the closest person I had to family while
I was abroad. She gave me refuge while listening to

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me retell the last forty eight miserable hours of my life.
She reassured me that I could stay with her, and
as I held back tears, my phone buzzed. Sam text
me that she needed help and to go to the
apartment asap. I was hesitant to go back there, but
I just couldn't abandon Sam, so I grabbed my stuff

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and told Reagan I would be back soon. I walked
to my apartment and stared up at it, feeling a
lot like a priest in the Exorcist movie. When I
got to my door, I was immediately greeted by my
three roommates to strapped faces. I followed them into the apartment,
and my eyes were wide as Sam opened the kitchen
door to reveal a truly demonic scitey. Huge amounts of

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congealed red and orange liquid pulled across the floor, leading
beneath the table, where a small bird laid dead, with
its wings outstretched and its head missing. I felt sick.
The windows don't open, so it didn't get here by itself.
Nelly either found the bird and brought it into the kitchen,

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or she killed it and decapitated a living bird and
then put it in the kitchen. I don't like either
of those two options. I shared my roommates that I
report Nelly that night, and that's exactly what I did.
I spoke to the schools safety board and things moved fast.
I discovered that Nelly had lied about her name and age.

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Officials and hazmat suits came to clean the kitchen in
Nellie's room. The board had me send them photos of
myself daily in case Nelly killed me and they had
to identify me. I quickly moved out, and since Nelly
avoided the other girls, they decided to stay. I declined
to submit Nelly for expulsion because I felt bad for

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her and thought that moving away would stop her obsession
with me. I was completely misguided. I was happy that
my new roommates were normal and no Nelly instid has
happened for two weeks. I did have a large uptick
in random daily Facebook and Instagram followers from blank profile users.

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I knew who was behind this, but I was avoiding
any Nilly related thoughts. I was having night terrors and
the more I thought about her, the worse they got.
I blocked another user as I sat down with Reagan
and Charlotte in an almost empty lecture hall. Charlotte nudged
me as Nelly entered the room bypassing her usual seat.

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I felt myself freeze up as she entered in a
row and began walking towards me. Staring at me with
her dead eyes. Don't fucking sit next to me, I said,
shocked by my bravery. Nelly responded by sitting ten seats
down from me, not breaking eye contact, and I considered
that a win. After class, I went home and then

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walked to the store. I forgot to grab a cart,
so I quickly turned around to fetch one and ran
into so I was standing directly behind me. It was Nelly.
Did she follow me from my apartment? Does she know
where I live? My heart stopped as I backed into
another aisle and Nelly followed. I walked to another aisle,

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but Nelly followed me, matching my pace until I went
to another aisle and she began to run. I ran away, terrified,
and Nelly only stopped when I got to the security desk.
Security offered to call the police, but I declined and
give them my email to send me the footage of
Nelly chasing me. I had to report Nelly, but since

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I still had class that day, I decided to report
her the next day. Two hours later, as I waited
for Reagan to walk me to my class, I caught
Nelly staring at me from across the street, but she
didn't approach me and walked with the crowd towards campus.
Minutes later, Reagan found me and we had it to
class together. I walked beside Reagan, passing the bill in

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the alleyways until a rock caught in my shoe and
i'd bent over to fix it. Reagan switched to the
right side of me to look at the billboard, and
when I removed the rock, we began walking again. I
turned my head to speak when Natalie jumped out of
the alleyway onto Reagan. Her hands were outstretched and clasped
around Reagan's neck. Words can't explain how terrified I was.

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Nelly let go immediately, and Reagan grabbed my arm. Walking forward,
Nellie began walking shoulder to shoulder with me, her head
turned sideways in an unnatural angle. The look in her
eyes were not human. Reagan told me to run, and
we bolted across the street. Natalie paused, but walked away,

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traffic stopping her from crossing. We stopped it. Reaganly against
the fence as I bent over, covered my mouth trying
not to vomit. After a while, we continued our walk
to class in silence. We made the lobby and headed
down the staircase, but Nelly stood at the bottom of it.
I won't let her walk behind me, I said, voice shaking.

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Reagan nodded, and we followed a large crowd after Nelly
walked upstairs, only to find her holding the door open
for everyone. Nelly stared at me through the crowd until
everyone but Reagan and I had passed through. It's okay,
you can go first, Reagan said, while smiling at Nelly.
I was shocked at how composed she was, and even

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more shocked that Nelly listened. We sat down and clasped,
and Nelly tried to sit behind me, but someone was
saving the seat for his friend, so Nelly laughed. I
didn't pay attention to the lecture. I sat there, shocked
and terrified, while Reagan hunched low in her seat, rubbing
her neck. I felt horrible for bringing Reagan into this

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Nelly crap. I knew then Nelly needed to be expelled
no matter what. The next day, I reported Nelly to
the student Safety Board and they raised the issue to
the disciplinary Board. I submitted a lengthy report detailing everything
Nelly had done. I included Reagan, Bella, Poppy, and Sam

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as witnesses and gave photographic evidence of the threats, the calls,
the smear, poop and blood, clog shower and toilets, and
the stocking. The next week, I met with the disciplinary
board to go over their conclusions. They informed me that
they had reviewed my report, met with Nelly to give

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her a copy of my report, discussed my accusations, and
I had come to a conclusion. They acknowledged that everything
I reported was factual, but they didn't think that Nelly
had any malicious intent, so they would grant no contact order,
but Nelly would not be expelled. I was completely perplexed
by their conclusion and asked them what Nelly had to

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say about this, but they refused to tell me anything.
I was at a loss for words. I couldn't believe
that Nelly was given my full report, knew everything that
I said, and knew the witnesses names, the school put
us all in danger, Yet they wouldn't allow me to
know if Nelly had even denied her actions. I was devastated.

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I felt my mind go numb. I knew at that
moment that they didn't care that they were going to
prioritize a predator, So with no other options, I agreed
to the no contact order. The worker tried to give
me to sign a non disclosure agreement so I wouldn't
speak about what Nelly had done to me or how
the school dealt with my case, but I refused to

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sign it. The next day, I received email confirmation that
Nelly had agreed to the no contact order, but I
knew that meant nothing. Nelly wouldn't get help, and she
would never stop stocking me. My sophomore year was plagued
with the relentless pattern of Nelly's stocking me from place
to place, sitting next to me in class, standing next

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to me in hallways, staring at me daily. Her actions
were so unnerving and obvious that multiple strangers warned me
about her. I reported these incidents every time they occurred,
and the school always responded by stating that they were
mind Nelly of the no contact order. They never took
any further steps to help me. In sophomore year, Nellie

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found other roommates and in them next victims. She was
evicted from an off campus apartment, and her new roommates,
who once sat with her, began to sit far away
from her. They look terrified. They looked like me. Having
incidents happened weekly and having to see Nelly daily made

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it impossible to move on. I was always in flight
of freeze mode, terrified by what Nelly had done and
what she still might do to me. I became a sunken, in, miserable,
and defeated version of myself. I wanted to revenge, a
natural result of the boiling race. I fell now at
a constant simmer after Nelly was cad up by the

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university that failed to shell out even a minor consequence
or the terror she imposed on me. I wanted her
to suffer in the same way that she made me suffer.
I knew if I had just grown a pair in
those early months, I could have saved myself and others
from suffering. Nelly was likely stalking me from the moment
I met her. I just hadn't realized it, and it

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weighs heavily on me to know that I played a
large part in my own suffering. No matter what I write,
I can't begin to recreate the evil that radiated off
of Nelly. I have daily night terrors. I don't go
into new situations, I don't speak to new people, and
I don't make friends. I'm not nice to strangers because

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I don't want something like this to happen again. Revenge
came on graduation day when Nelly's name didn't appear on
the book of graduates. She had failed second year. But
despite everything, I couldn't help but think that I was
a bad person for being content with her failing. Maybe
I was just happy that I could finally move on.

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This is a story I haven't told anyone except my family,
but it's been bothering me for years. When I was
a child, our family home was divided into three one
for my uncle and his two children, one for my
mother and me, and the third stood empty after my
great grandfather died. It was a large, ugly house that

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had been targeted by burglars before. The first time was
before I was born. The second time, I was five
and slept through it. Another time, someone was drunk and
walking around our garden and rearranging things. Were every day
at around three or four am. They were standing in
front of our fence and looking into the windows. When

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I was seven years old, things calmed down a bit.
My drunk neighbor went to jail, and with him many
of these types of incidents disappeared. I remember it was
a big event because my family allowed themselves to have animals.
A neighbor was attacking other people's animals. We were able
to get three cats and a dog from a shelter.

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The other neighbors became calmer too, but I still felt uncomfortable.
I was a nervous and fearful child, and after all
these stories, I still didn't like being left alone at home.
So there was an unspoken agreement that if my uncle
were cousins were leaving the house, even for a moment,
they wouldn't tell me, so I didn't have to be afraid. Unfortunately,

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my cousin, then twenty three, came to see how I
was doing one day. We chatted for a while, then
she told me that she was going to the shop.
Of course I panicked. I didn't want her to go,
so I started crying. It ended with my cousin letting
me go up to her room and watch cartoons, which
was a pretty big deal because she was the only

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one with so many channels on TV. Her room was
on the ground floor and had a window on to
the neighbor's garden, who had a barbecue at the time.
I remember she used that as an argument. If anything happens,
open the window and shout to them. Then she left
and I focused on the cartoons. I remember I had

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already watched an entire episode of Dexter's Laboratory, and I
switched to the channel that had the Barbie Movie on
when I heard some sounds. At first, I assumed it
was our pets, but the next sounds were more like
footsteps and a door opening. Did my cousin come back
from the shop. I didn't even get to finish the

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Barbie Movie. I remember being more angry than scared at
that point and decided to be quiet so maybe it
would take her a while before she threw me out
of her room. But the noise was really annoying, lots
of footsteps, shuffling, and some barking from our dog. At
one point, the sounds were close to my room. My

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cousin had a door with a window, one of those
where you could barely see anything through it, only shadows,
So when I turned around, all I saw was a
figure with a gray or black outfit, nothing special, no
bright colors. It was hard to tell if they were
a man or woman, So I once again assumed that
it was my cousin and decided to stay quiet, hoping

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that she wanted to come in. But I started to
feel uncomfortable because the person was just standing there and
doing nothing right in front of the door. Finally, the
person turned right into the kitchen and I went back
to watching cartoons. Only shortly after what everyone probably expected happened.
I heard our front door open and aloud, I'm back

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from my cousin. This time, I also heard the sound
of plastic bags. I remember being suddenly completely terrified. But
before I could do anything, my cousin went to the
kitchen and nothing happened, no screaming, no fighting. I literally
sat in her room now with the volume off, listening,

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but it sounded like normal unpacking of groceries. Then my
cousin came over and I started crying. I ended up
telling her what happened, and she called the neighbors. Together
they searched then entire house, but they found no one.
Nothing looked damaged, and in the next days nothing had
disappeared from the house. The rest of my family found

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out too. We confirmed that my uncle and mother were
at work and my second cousin was at school. The
day it happened. We found our cats sleeping in my
great grandfather's apartment on the second floor, but my dog
was nervous and spent the entire search around the neighbor's
house whining. We never managed to solve it, but when

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I spoke to my cousin recently, she had made that
she spoke with my uncle about it a few years later,
and they came to the conclusion that I must have
imagined something. But I am one hundred percent certain that
I saw a person that day. It happened in twenty
twenty two, just two months after I bought my first house,

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a remote old farm in central France, far from many
neighbors except for an elderly woman who co owned the
land with me. I was living alone, twenty eight years
old and already dealing with a lot of bad luck.
I broke my right hand the very first day I
moved in, and a month later my horse actually broke
my nose. One summer night, during a thunderstorm, I was

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sleeping in my room, nearly naked due to the heat
in the converted attic of my house. Around eleven thirty PM,
I woke up to a strange noise coming from the
room next door, like someone was standing behind the wall
between our rooms. It wasn't the usual creeks of the
wind or beams cracking. Though I doubted anyone could be

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in the house, I figured I should check it out
just in case. The second room has an old stairway
leading up to the attic and a door that opens
directly to the inside. The undeveloped part of the attic
was kind of a mezzanine. When I went to investigate
the noise, still naked and nursing my fractures, I found
the room empty, but the door leading outside was open.

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I climbed up to the mezzanine and saw a shadow
dark under it out of my view. That's when I
realized I wasn't alone. I wasn't sure what I had seen,
but I quickly retreated back to my room, which unfortunately
had no way of being locked. I positioned myself by
the only window and called my axe, who was a
police officer that lived just ten minutes away. I figured

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that if the intruder came from me, I could escape
through the window. It was also the best spot to
see if anyone left the house. I had been practicing
self defense and martial arts for years, so if I
did have to fight someone off, I preferred to do
it myself rather than involve others. Luckily, no one came
into my room before my ex arrived. When he got there,

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we searched around the house together but found nothing. Just
when I thought it had all been a hallucination, we
heard my ex six year old daughter screaming. She had
been in the car outside alone. When my ex came
inside to help me, he told her that they were
there to fix some plumbing issue. She had been locked
in the car to keep her safe. When we rushed

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out to check on her, she was crying. When we
asked why, she said that she saw a man coming
out of the house through the old door that overlooked
the attic. He then approached the car and shook the
door handle, according to her, To this day, I still
don't know who the man was, what he was doing
in the room next to mine while I was sleeping,

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or what his intentions were. I can't quite figure out
why I didn't just run away when I had the chance. Later,
the elderly woman living nearby told me that someone knocked
on her door during the night a few times, then
last year, I had another experience that was eerily similar,
maybe with the same man. This time I witnessed it firsthand.

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The police arrived, but by then it had been fifty minutes.
I can tell that story another time. This all happened
when I was in college. As I've said in some
of my previous stories, this was a period in my

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life where just a lot of creepy shit happened to me.
I don't really know what I was doing to attract
so much weirdos at that time of my life, but
I probably should have been evaluating my life choices a
little more closely. But anyway, onto the story. During college,
I worked as a tutor at but on the weekends

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I would sometimes babysit for family friends. One of the
kids was actually old enough that he didn't really need
a babysitter, but he wasn't old enough to watch the
younger kid, we'll call him Kevin. Thus my presence on
that night would prove to be honestly terrifying as fuck.
I don't know, maybe you won't think it's as bad
as I felt it was. We'll see. So anyway, I

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was babysitting for this family one Saturday night, The parents
didn't usually stay out late, getting home at like ten
pm or earlier, even most nights when I babysat for
their monthly date night. But this particular night was a
special situation. I can't remember the circumstances of it now,
but I mean, I was nineteen. I could stay out

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past ten pm. They figured that they'll be home by
one am, and they said I'm welcome to spend the night,
but I already decided that would not be happening that house. Honestly,
I had a super weird vibe. It was kind of isolated,
and they had all these old buildings on the property.

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Maybe I watched too many horror movies, but all I
could think was that there's so many places for people
to hide in those buildings. Plus the house was really
old too, and always freaked me out a bit because
you know, ghost So I would not be spending in
the night, that was for sure. So I was babysitting
the kids and Kevin wanted me to go help and

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find something in the basement. He had all these costumes
he used to like to dress up in. Once he
even scared the absolute shit out of me when he
came up behind me. In the dark, wearing an ultra
realistic soldier costume carrying a replica musket that I would
have sworn was real, but it turned out it wasn't.

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I nearly lost my shit that night. The basement was
the second creepiest part of the house. The creepiest part
was the attic because acts are terrifying, so if he
would have asked me to go up there, it would
have been a hard no. The basement wasn't fully finished
and was really big, with lots of corners and turns,

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including hallways and shit with a bunch of different rooms.
It was actually my first time going beyond the stairway,
and I kept thinking that if I had been aware
of just how scary this basement was, there was no
way in hell I'd be babysitting in this house. But
of course I didn't want to look like a whimp
in front of a child, so I went down with

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Kevin to his costume area, which was kind of deep
into the basement, because of course it was as we
were looking for the costume, well, Kevin was looking, I
was questioning my life choices that led me to this moment.
We heard noises that could only be described as footstep
like upstairs. At first I just said it must be Chris.

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But then Chris was suddenly in the doorway, scaring the
fucking hell out of me. Seriously, no idea where the
fuck he came from, and he was like, that's not me.
I remember this moment vividly, the three of us standing
near the closet filled with various costumes, a varying creepiness
in this teeny room and a sketchy basement, listening to

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what we thought were footsteps upstairs. Well, this is how
we die, I thought, weirdly, kind of immediately at peace
with it. That only lasted a second before I thought,
fuck that shit, and I looked around for a weapon.
This is we're watching too many horror movies actually came
in handy. Of course, there was nothing, because I was

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in a child's playroom and the rest of the basement
had little within it apart from a washer and dryer,
which would make a poor weapon unless I could somehow
push it onto someone, which seemed unlikely in this particular situation.
In the end, I settled in this random crowbar for real.
It was just laying on the floor, and neither kid

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knew why. I can't express how creepy this basement was.
I prepared to meet our fate while considering how much
of a risk I would be willing to take to
keep these kids safe. It was at that moment I
realized something. The dog wasn't barking. The family had this
Golden retriever named Lily who would bark at fucking everything,

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and she wasn't barking. So I rationalized the sounds as
just noises an old house would make. Plus, I realized
when we heard the noises, we weren't actually under the
house itself. Based on the layout of the basement, we
were under the porch. So even if there was someone,
it wasn't someone in an actual home. It could have

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been anyone, a delivery driver being the most likely explanation.
I felt a little better, but you bear your ass.
I kept the crowbar. Again, I say horror movies. They
seriously prepared me for this type of situation. The kids
and I went upstairs. We found the Lily knocked the
fuck out, not like someone knocked her out. She was

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just zonked, like she jolted awake when I touched her.
Because she was sleeping so soundly, I actually thought she
was dead at first, because that was the way that
night was going. Once upstairs, I went to the porch
and very cautiously opened the door to look outside for
a possible package. It was winter, so it got dark early,

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meaning it was feasible that a delivery driver would still
be working after the sun went down. But naturally there
was no package. Of course there wasn't right. I wouldn't
be posting this if this is how the story ended.
So anyway, by this point I was stressed the hell out,
but the kids were over it. While they were playing

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video games and I googled the crime rates in this town.
All of a sudden, Lily perked up and started barking
like a maniac. A second later, I heard her knock
at the door. I just couldn't catch a fucking break
this night. With my crowbar in hand, I walked to
the door. I could see through the frosted window in
the door that someone was standing there. I couldn't make

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out their features, but someone was there. Since I'm not
a total dumb ass, I didn't open the door, but
I did ask through the door who it was. The
man on the other side of the door said that
they had a pizza delivery. You already know what I'm
gonna say. We didn't order a pizza. This was before
every kid had a cell phone, so the boys couldn't

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have ordered one. Plus they had already been totally dead
to the world while they played video games, and if
the parents had ordered a pizza, they would have told
me so naturally, I again was prepared to fight for
my life. I gripped the crowbar as I told the
guy we hadn't ordered a pizza. I thought for sure
he was gonna insist and tried to get me to

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open the door, but surprisingly he didn't. He just said, oh, sorry,
my mistake, and he turned and left. At this point
I add a lot of questions, as Wooden would when
facing a series of unusual events in a creepy house
in the middle of nowhere. So as I saw the
guy walk off the porch through the frosted window, I

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opened the door slightly. I wanted to see this guy,
you know, in case I needed to identify him out
of a lineup or something. But by the time I
opened the door, he was walking away, so I only
saw his back. But I immediately noticed two strange things.
I didn't see a pizza in his hands, and I
didn't see his car. The latter, I could rationalize, because

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he might have parked on the street, which would have
been strange since they had a large horseshoe shaped driveway.
But you know, maybe, but there's no pizza. I guess
technically it might have just been blocked from view, but
I doubt that very much. I almost called him out
on this too ill time bravery, but then realized that

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if I did, you would have known the jig was
up and would have had nothing to lose. So I
just closed and locked the door. Later that night, Lily
again knocked out and the kids were upstairs in bed.
I didn't think i'd fall asleep. I, honest to god,
was sitting there with a crowbar in my hands, on
high alert, like I was about to fight for my life.

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In hindsight, maybe it was a bit of an overreaction,
but I wasn't gonna be one of those idiots who
dies because they underestimate the threat level. I might as
well have suggested the kids and I split up. Well,
of course, I realized in that moment that that was
essentially what happened. They wouldn't have been much help anyway. Wow,
Actually Chris might have been because he was fourteen as

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tall as I was and he could break a board
with his fist. Maybe I should keep him around anyway.
Eventually I did fall asleep for like a half hour,
and I was awoken by the sound of an owl.
I'm a really light sleeper, so either the owl hooting
woke me up or it was just a coincidence. But
I heard it when I woke up, only it didn't

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sound quite right. It sounded almost like an owl, but
something was off about it. As I look back on
this now, what I did next was extraordinarily foolish given
the events that had transpired that night. But I think
my tired brain wasn't working fast enough. That's the real
killer in horror movies, exhaustion. In my fatigue state, I

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decided to investigate. I went to the door and listened.
The owl was still hooting, but it still sounded weird.
I couldn't figure out why it sounded so off, And
this is when I did another stupid thing. I opened
the door. With the door open, I could hear the
owl a little bit better and looked into the darkness

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shining in my light from my phone. Around even that
this was early two thousand and seven, the light left
a lot to be desired. Suddenly I heard the owl again,
and I, honestly god gasped, because this is when it
all came together. The hooting didn't sound like an actual
al It sounded like a human imitating an owl for real.

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Even recalling it now for the story is giving me
literal chills. Maybe it doesn't sound like a lot, but
it's one of the most terrifying experiences of my life.
The moment when I realized this, my heart was about
to fucking pound out of my chest. And I still
had the beam of my light pointed into the darkness,
and that's when I saw it reflected off a set

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of eyes that were at the level humans would be.
And remember this is two thousand and seven, so the
light was total shit, which means the owner of set
eyes was uncomfortably close. Though it was so dark, I
couldn't make out anymore. I wasn't tired anymore, so I
came to my senses, locked the fucking door, arricaded it

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with a chair, and retreated into the living room. After
checking all the downstairs windows again, I grabbed a big
ass knife from the kitchen like Michael Meyer's style knife,
because at that point I legitimately thought I might need it.
I really contemplated calling the police, but what was I
going to tell them that someone was outside making owl

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noises and had eyes. They'd be like, that's a fucking
alley idiot, and then probably hang up on me. So
I just sat on the couch again, this time clutching
the knife and crowbar, both as I tried not to
think about the horror stories I've read or seen, especially
the ones evolving well meaning babysitters meeting gruesome ends. But

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I was not successful, and I did not fall asleep again.
Around midnight, the couple came home. I texted them to
kind of warn them without sounding like I completely lost
any shred of cool. I just said that I thought
I heard someone outside, so to be careful. When they
got home, they were totally unbothered because they lived in

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some bizarro world where bad things didn't ever happen to
good people. They walked in nonchalantly while I put the
knife away before they saw me, clinging to it like
a shipwrecked victim clings to any piece of floating debris
they could find. And this is when they told me
that they thought they heard someone outside a few nights ago.
Because of course, this wasn't something you would tell babysitter beforehand.

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I mean, why would I need to know that. So
I took my money, ran to my car, and got
the fuck out of there. Once I got home, I
realized I still had the crowbar, and I won't lie
to you. I never brought it back. I mean, because
of their critical omission of information, I lived what was
nearly an actual nightmare. So I fucking earned the crowbar too.

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This was the end of my babysitting career. Only one
time did a babysit for them, and that was during
a legit medical emergency that one of the parents was having.
Me I couldn't well turn them down when they called
me a desperation and nothing weird happened that night, Thank
fucking God, because I don't think I would have had
the mental capacity to deal with that shit again. But

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you know, even all these years later, I know one
thing with absolute certainty that was not an al I
just woke up in the middle of the night remembering this,
and you need to get off my chest. When I
was about sixteen, my dad, brothers and I lived in

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the old Rundown house in the middle of nowhere. It
was a private rental. My brother do work for the
landlord to pay for our rent. Our landlord never came
off as creepy, but that could be because I rarely
went outside when he came over to talk to my dad,
and he wouldn't dare do anything in front of my dad.
I was home alone one day my dad and brothers

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went somewhere. I don't remember. I had my in the
fencing yard, but that was it. I was in my
room doing whatever I was doing, probably playing Sims too.
We lived in the middle of nowhere and there was
a long driveway which the window to my bedroom directly faced.
I could see or hear anyone driving up our driveway.

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I saw the car, not my dad's, and immediately freaked out.
I ran and shot all the blinds in the house,
turning off all the lights, and checked out the doors
were locked. It was our landlord. He lived next door,
about two miles from the house, and yes, that was
the closest house to us. This wasn't the first time
that he had came by unexpectedly. It happened twice before,

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and both times I was home alone. The first two times,
he was only there for ten minutes, walking around outside
the house, and then quickly leaving. But this time was different.
I grabbed a big kitchen knife and hid it under
the kitchen table. I heard him pull up outside and
open our front gate. My dog outside was going crazy

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and barking. I heard him yell shut up myt I
could hear his footsteps walking up to the door. He
tried to open the front door. I was freaking out.
At this point, I text my dad he was coming
straight home, but they would be like an hour. He
continued to walk around outside our house, trying to peek
into each window. The house is old and as three

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doors you can enter from the outside. He tried to
open all three. I thought maybe he didn't know I
was home, maybe the last two times were a coincidence.
But he started saying things, including calling out my name.
He knew I was home alone. I couldn't hear what
else he was trying to say through the double brick walls,
but I quietly crept through the house, following his voice

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up and down the hallway. I was trying to hear
what he was saying. That's when he said something I'll
never forget. I'm going to burn this house down, but
I'll let you out first. Of course, I didn't take
him seriously, which scares me even more. He wanted me
to take his threat seriously. That's the part that gets me.
I know exactly what would have happened if I believed him,

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and my life would have been completely different. He was
there for at least thirty minutes, maybe closer to an hour.
He was persistent. He left before my dad came home.
I told him everything, and we moved off soon after.
I still don't know how he knew I was home alone.
My dad says he never saw him on the drive out,

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so he only knew that my dad was gone because
there was no car in the driveway. But how did
he know that I wasn't with him. About two nights ago,
I went to go see the new Wicked movie with
my family, who was in town for Thanksgiving. I arrived

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back to my house around midnight. I live alone in
a shared but divided house with two other tenants living in.
One is upstairs and one splits the downstairs with me,
so there's three apartments total. My place is in back
of the house and has a porch that you can
go through after walking up the whole driveway. When I

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got home, I sat in my bedroom and did about
twenty to thirty minutes at work on my computer. During
this time, the house was very quiet, and I kept
hearing a man's voice constantly talking. Now, keep in mind,
the tenant above me is the man, and I know
that his bedroom is right above mine because I previously
lived up there. It sounded like he was talking on

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the phone. Just because of how long and continuous the
talking went on. I tried to listen and figure out
where the voice was coming from, and I couldn't exactly
pinpoint it, but it was either coming through the ceiling
or on the other side of my room. Now, it
must be noted that my bedroom connect to the porch
with the door that I blowed my dresser. There's a

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main door inside the porch you can u se get
into the house, but there's also a strange door connecting
to my room. I couldn't make out the words, but
because of how firm and continuous the voice was going on,
I just figured that I had to be coming from
my housemaid upstairs. It's the only thing that would make
logical sense I just kept thinking, though I never heard

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a single voice coming from the ceiling before, it's not
that thin whatever, I'm worrying about nothing. After about twenty
to thirty minutes of computer work, I got up and
brushed my teeth, fed my fish, and got ready for bed.
I come back into my room, turn off the lights,
and get into bed. Keep in mind, it's been about

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forty five to sixty minutes since I first heard the voice,
and I could still hear it. Damn, I thought my
housemaid is chatting up a storm on the phone up there. Oh,
how wrong, I will. After about three minutes of laying
in bed, I all of a sudden he heard my
porch door creaking along the talking man's voice. It was

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a very distinct sound, and I knew immediately it was
my porch door. I crept across my room and put
my ear to the dresser covering a door that connects
to the porch. Sure enough, the talking was coming from
inside the porch, and I could hear the door moving
and shuffling inside my porch along with it. My heart
absolutely dropped. All the lights were off in my house

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at this point, so I had sort of a sneaky
advantage to creep around the house to get a view
of what was going on. I crept down my hallway
and peered into the kitchen, which the porch leads into.
Across the kitchen through the door, and in a streak
of moonlight, I see a man with long, scraggly hair
sitting curled up in the corner of my porch with

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his back to me, muttering out loud to himself and
rocking back and forth. Fight or flight kicked in and
I immediately ripped open the door and started screaming for
him to get out, trying to intimidate him. Looking back,
I probably shouldn't have made myself vulnerable without a weapon handy,
but like I said, it was just fight or flight.

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I can't explain my actions in the moment other than
reacting out of fear and determination to scare him off. Anyways,
the dude didn't even react to me whipping open the
door and screaming at him, not even a flinch. He
simply turned his head to the side very slowly and said,
my name is Evan. This freaked me out so much

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for some reason, especially because he still hadn't turned around
to show his face. I said, I don't care, and
kept cussing at him to leave. He slowly rose up
his hands and said, I know I'm hiding. He wasn't
saying it in a pleading way, though, he said it
with almost a childlike, playful tone, and it absolutely freaked

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me the fuck out. The fact that he kept trying
to reason with me and act so mysterious while still
not even turning around to show his face just piss
me off. Honestly, who do you think he are? Bro?
I ran him out of the porch and was just
threatening him. Now. I assumed that he was just a
homeless man who was under the influence of something, as

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I live in the Inner City and it's common to
see homeless people near my street. But I don't know, man,
the side of seeing him on my porch and knowing
that he was there for an hour beforehand while I
was sitting right there, just freak me the fuck out.
I was in full blown defense mode by the time
I opened the door, and I wasn't willing to waste
any time to do a character dive on the sky.

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No imaginable situation will permit anyone to be on my
porch like that. For an hour. Needless to say, I'll
be double checking my porch lock every night from now on.
It's funny having a room connected to the porch. I've
always had this horrific, intrusive thought that I hear someone
out there night. Looks like it came true. So please, Evan,

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let's never ever meet again, you creepy bastard. This happened
to me about five years ago, and even now I
still get chills thinking about it. I was running a
small house in a quiet neighborhood at the time. It

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wasn't anything fancy, but it was cozy, affordable, and I
had lots of character. The only thing I didn't love
was the cross space under the house. The access door
to it was in the laundry room, a square wooden
hatch flushed with a floor. It was locked from the
outside and I never had any reason to open it.

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I just figured it was pipes, cobwebs, and the usual
creepy cross space stuff. One evening, I came home late
from work. It had been a stressful day and all
I wanted to do was shower, and I collapsed into
my bed. As I stepped inside, I noticed something strange.
My launder room light was on. I was sure I

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had turned it off in the morning, but I chalked
it up to me being absent minded in the rush
and just turned it off again. That night, I woke
up around two am to a faint noise. At first,
I just thought it was the wind, but as I
laid there, I realized it was coming from the launder room,
a soft, rhythmic thumping sound. My heart started to race.

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I debated whether to get up and check, or just
stay in bed and hope it stopped. Curiosity got the
better of me, so I got my phone for light
and tiptoed to the launder room. When I opened the door,
everything was quiet, but then I saw it. The hatch
to the cross space was slightly a jar. My stomach dropped.

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I distinctly remember it being locked, and there's no way
I could have opened it. Trying to stay calm, I
convinced myself it might be an animal that somehow had
gotten in. I shut the hatch tightly and placed a
heavy box of detergent on top of it before going
back to bed. The next day, I called the landlord

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to ask if there's any pest issues that I need
to know about. He seemed surprised and said no one
had reported anything like that before. Still, he promises send
someone over to check it out. That night, I double
checked the hatch and even put a chair on top
of it for good measure. I didn't hear any noises,

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and I started to feel a little silly for being
so freaked out. But around three am, I woke up
to the sound of my bedroom door creaking open. My
bedroom door doesn't creak unless you push it open slowly,
and I knew I had been closed before. I stayed
as still as I could, barely breathing, as I heard

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soft footsteps shuffle into my room. My phone was on
the night stand, just out of reach. The footsteps stopped
right next to my bed. I could feel someone's presence there,
quite breathing in the dark, summoning every ounce of courage
I had. I grabbed my phone, turned on the flashlight,
and swung it towards the intruder. There was a man

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crouched on the floor, his face pale, his eyes wide, unblinking.
He looked just as startled as I was. I screamed
and bolt out of the room, running outside to my
neighbor's house. I banged on the door until they let
me in and they called the police. When the officers arrived,
they found the man still in my house, hiding in

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the cross bays. He had a small mattress, some food wrappers,
and a collection of random items he must have taken
from my house. The lock on the hatch had been
tampered with, and from the looks of it, he had
been living under my house for at least a few days.
He'd be longer. The scariest part the police that they

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found a notebook with detailed notes about me. He had
written down my daily routine, when I left for work,
when I came home, even what I wore. There is
also a list of plans, though they wouldn't tell me
what was on it. I moved out the next week
and stayed with friends until I found a new place.

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To this day, I have no idea how he got
in or how long he had been watching me before
I noticed something was wrong. So to the man in
the cross space, let's not meet. Ever. Surprisingly, this is
one of those stories I forgot about until a few

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days ago when I was talking to a school friend
on the call and it got reminded of this. She
was pretty freaked out when I told her, and so
did I thinking about it again. This happened when I
was roughly maybe seven or eight, so some of the
details are fuzzy, although I remember pretty vividly. This may

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seem like unimportant contacts. But my family had just moved
to America and we were renting the top portion of
irregular suburban house in a pretty safe call de Sack.
I had friends. They were triplets, about three or four
houses down, not far at all. Every day I would
go hang out with them, and around nine or ten

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at night, my brother, around eleven or twelve, I would say,
would make the two minute walk to come get me
and walk me home. Since I was still pretty young,
One night, he came to get me as usual. The
sun wasn't fully down, but it was getting pretty dark.
We started the walk as normal. When he started casting
glances over his shoulder. I didn't really notice until he

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shoved me hard away from the sidewalk and between two houses.
Each house had a huge fence that separated their backyards,
not ours, though, and he made me crouch behind the fence.
I remember being really scared, but more confused since I
had no damn idea what was going on. More specifically,

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he was a pretty big prankster, so I didn't really
believe him when he turned around and said, walk behind
the houses. I think someone's following us. Looking back now,
he was probably trying to keep me calm. However, whatever
calm was still left, and my tiny eight year old
body was gone the moment I turned around and looked,

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the man had followed us behind the houses, and he
was just by the edge of a few houses down
near a different fence line. He had a black hoodie
on with the hood up, black sweatpants, and white sneakers.
I have pretty bad eyesight now due to some health problems,
but back then it was crystal clear, and I can

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see with horrifying clarity that his jaw hung open, like
he was just standing there with his jaw hung open.
It was terrifying. I think now that I'm older, maybe
he had some kind of medical condition that affected his jaw,
or maybe he just did crack. I don't know, but
back then I could have sworn on God I was

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seeing some kind of demon. Anyway, my brother, when he
saw him looking and me about to freak out, told
me to just run as fast as I could. To
our house. We booked it, neither of us looking back,
but we were scared out of our minds. Like I said,
we rented the top portion of the house, so the bottom,

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with a sliding door in the backyard, belong to some
other tenant. I don't remember if she was home or not,
but I remember tugging the thing open and locking in
as fast as I could, and when I looked up,
he was there in her yard a little bit away
from the door, staring at us. Me and my brother
told my sister and mom immediately. My father was away

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on a work trip, but nothing came of it, not
until the day after. We went to go meet my
dad at his warehouse, which had a small living portion
above it. We were laid around until he was ready
to head home. Around dusk, he came and told us
that we might have to wait since the police were there.
He walked us around to the back window of a

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small area, show us off the police around the back
area of the warehouse to a white van parked on
the grass by the edge of the woods. Like I said,
I was pretty young, so I don't remember many details
about what actually happened, but I do remember my dad
telling us. They found a man and a woman in
the van. The man, he said, had a mouth hung

(01:40:40):
wide open. He seemed really disturbed telling me about the
whole thing, and wouldn't answer any more questions about the woman.
I do know that they were arrested on trespassing charges.
I don't know anything else, and I haven't asked about it,
and I doubt who you'd remember. It's been over a
decade and he's pushing seventy, but it freaks me out

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to this day. I still can't believe what happened, and
I don't have any answers for it. I talked to
my brother briefly about it, and hopefully he remember more
than I do, But all I got was a long
tirade and whatever medical condition this guy probably had for
his mouth to be like that, he's an annoying medical
student now sintince. I think that he didn't mean any

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harm and was just drugged out of his mind. But
this is like the world's safest neighborhood, and he doesn't
explain why or how he showed up, but my dad's
workplace at it if anyone's curious, I asked around for
a little more information. I wasn't able to find a lot,
but I did find out why my father moved away

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from that warehouse. The police found a dead body in
the car near us. I'm not sure if it's the
same van or not, or when that happened, but take
it as you will. Hello. Let me introduce myself. I

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am a fifteen year old girl and I had a
terrifying encounter one evening around ten pm. I was watching
the documentary series on my TV. Nothing unusual so far.
You should know that my TV is in the living
room and right in front of me, and there's a
window next to my armchair that has no curtain and
is very low. As I continued watching TV, I started

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to feel a little hungry. I got up and went
to the fridge to grab something to eat. When I
turned around to go back to the armchair, I found
myself standing directly in front of the window. That's when
I saw him. There outside the window was a boy.
He was wearing white clothes and a hat, his brown
hair visible under the brim. He was looking straight at me,

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holding his phone horizontally. It took me a moment to
realize that he was filming me. I jump back in shock.
My heart pounding, I felt paralyzed by fear, unable to move.
The boy slowly lowered his phone, his eyes never leaving mine.
Then he smiled a chilling, terrifying smile that made me

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look at him like a psychopath. We stared at each
other for what felt like an eternity, but it was
probably only two minutes before he suddenly turned and ran off.
I was left shaking and in tears. I told my
parents what happened, but they couldn't find the person. You
should know that I live in a fairly dangerous area

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and I'm new here, so I had no idea something
like this could happen. After the night, I became paranoid.
I was too scared to go outside. Then, on a
school day about two weeks later, I had to leave
the house to catch my bus. Like I do every morning,
I leave extremely early, so it's still dark outside. I

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went to my usual bus stop, but there was something
strange about this morning. The streets were empty, no cars,
no people, and I felt like I was being watched.
And then I saw him, the same boy who had
filmed me. He was standing on one of the tracks
near the train station by my bus stop. Staring at me,

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I felt a wave of fear wash over me. Without
a second thought, I turned around and ran home as
fast as I could, not daring to look back. I
was crying by the time I reached my house. I
didn't go to school that day. I stayed home and
I was too afraid to leave. But I haven't seen
that boy since, and I hope I never do. They

(01:45:02):
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