4 True Unnerving Horror Stories | Encounters with Pure Evil - Scary Stories from Bad Vibes

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Speaker 1 (00:05):
I've never really talked about this story, but after seeing
some of your guys this post, I decided to share.
I'm currently fifteen years old, so it's been seven years
since this happened. I was eight years old at the time.
This story starts at the Campsite in New Jersey. It's
a pretty popular campsite. It's very safe and calming. So

(00:29):
one summer when I was about eight, my family and
some friends decided to go camping. We stayed for about
a week or two, I can't really remember. It was
on the third or fourth day. I was with three
other kids, Dylan ten, Sofia ten, and Maddie fourteen. We
got bored after eating dinner. Sophia and Dylan brought walkie talkies.

(00:53):
So since there was four of us and two walkie
talkies and we were in a safe area, we decided
to play hide and seek. We decided to split into
two teams, two people hiding together and two people seeking together.
Each team got one walkie talkie. I was hiding with Dylan.

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We got a five minute head start to run around
the huge campsite. I'm sure some of you have heard
of it. It's in Cape May. We had actually gotten
pretty far. We were on this road and right by
it was just a straight woodland and there were a
few houses there as well, since people can buy vacation
homes there. We were kind of just sitting in our

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spot on the side of the street for like ten minutes.
Sophie and Maddie came on the walkie talkies and asked
for a hint. We gave them a hint, and after
ten minutes they couldn't find us, so they gave up.
We assumed that they were pretty close, so we told
them what street we were on and they said they
would meet us there. However, something weird happened right before

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they met us. All of a sudden, through static, we
heard an unfamiliar voice of a southern sounding old man.
He sounded to be in his fifties or sixties, and
he said, now I know where you live. We obviously
didn't live there, but it freaked me and Dylan out.
We asked Sophia and Maddie if they had heard it too,

(02:20):
but they said no. We decided to scratch the idea
of them meeting at us where we were and decided
to meet them at the lake, which was kind of
in the middle of the campground. Dylan and I were
still shaken by this weird voice, but we brushed it
off as a glitch or something. As we were walking
to the lake, we noticed the beat up red cars

(02:40):
circling around a little too much. We ignored it and
continued walking until the car slowed down. He pulled up
right behind us and rolled his window down, and when
he spoke, we heard the same voice from before. He said, Hey, guys,
do you need a ride. We didn't waste any more

(03:02):
time and we spread it away. The man in the
car looked agitated from what I could see when I
looked back. Dylan said he saw him get out of
the car, but I didn't see it, so I'm not
really sure. We found Sophia and Maddie and tried to
tell them what happened, but they didn't believe us. We

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walked back to the campsite and didn't tell our parents
anything about it, and we continued our day. I still
wonder who that man was and what he would have
done if we stayed in that spot any longer. Was
this just a misunderstanding or was he actually trying to
do something. This happened right after I turned to Levin,

(03:50):
so bear with me. My parents were always strict when
I was growing up, especially my mom. She was oddly
intense about not letting me sleepover at my friend's houses
if they were older males present. I never understood why.
I was born and raised in Canada, where sleepovers are
just normal and most of my friends had them all

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the time. I assumed it came from her growing up
in the strict Muslim household, where men and women were
mostly kept separate. What felt strange to me, though, was
she kept the same attitude towards male relatives. She wasn't
really close with cousins, uncles from my dad's side, pretty
much anyone she didn't know well. Anyway, one day I

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begged my mom and dad on my hands and knees
to let me sleep over at my best friend's house
let's call her Emma. I stressed that she already knew
her parents and her younger brother, so there shouldn't be
any issues with me to stay in there one night.
My mom still disagreed at first, but after some convincing
for my dad, she finally gave in. I was so excited.

(05:00):
Fast forward to the day of the sleepover. Emma, her
little brother, Justin, was a year younger than us, and
I were playing video games in the living room. We
just came in from playing outside in the snow. When
I was a young, looking, attractive older man watching us
through the window. I asked Emma who he was. She

(05:21):
told me that it was her stepdad's younger brother visiting
from la I thought that was so cool and immediately
started asking her a bunch of questions about him. I
got the vibe that he was kind of the black
sheep of her stepfather's family. She vaguely mentioned how he
got into a lot of trouble in the States. Later

(05:43):
that evening, we were all eating dinner when he joined us.
He sat right next to me and immediately started showering
me with compliments. Keep in mind I just turned to
Levin and he was in his early thirties. He kept
telling me how sweet and CUTA was, and even pinched
my cheeks. I noticed Emma's mom and stepdad clearing their

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throats and giving him a look to knock it off.
I only realized what those looks meant years later. I
didn't think anything was wrong. That night, Emma and I
hung out in her room recording dumb vine videos, reading
creepy pastas, and doing typical kids stuff. Eventually we fell

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asleep in her bed. I woke up in the middle
of the night, probably around two am, because I had
to pee. For some reason, I felt worried about it.
It was my first time sleeping away from home. In
the long, dark hallway to the bathroom freaked me out
a little. As I walked down the hall, I heard
something shifting in one of the rooms. I brushed it

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off as Emma's parents or brother. I had completely forgotten
her uncle was even there. After I left the bathroom,
I saw a figure at the end of the hallway,
which scared the life out of me. It was her uncle,
and he was gesturing for me to come over. Stupidly,
I did, thinking he just wanted to talk. When I

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approached him, he said, I thought it was you, cutie.
Why is the little girl awake the way he said
it was strange. Before I could even respond, he gently
tugged one of my curls and asked if I wanted
to see some pictures in his room. That's when I
got scared. Not because I could sense danger. I didn't,

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but it felt like something I would get in trouble
for I told him I wasn't sure if I was allowed,
and he scoffed, asking whose permission I needed. I laughed
nervously because I didn't want to be rude, but in
my mind I was already imagining the beating I would
get if my parents found out I had gone into
a man's room alone. I didn't even realize how creepy

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it was that the grown man wanted to show a
kid pictures in his room in the middle of the night.
I didn't feel fear, just a deep, uncomfortable sense that
something was wrong. He got tired of me stalling and
took my hand, trying to leave me towards the guest
room he was staying in. I pulled back, and just
then Emma's younger brother, Justin, walked out of his room.

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He had been up late gaming and watching streams and
must have heard someone in the hallway. Justin looked at
me right in my eyes and said, you should go
back to bed. My parents will get mad if they
know I'm up. I could have hugged him. I hurried
over towards him before heading back to Emma's room, where
she was still fast asleep. Before closing the door, I

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glanced back and saw her uncle standing in front of
his room in the darkness, just watching me. I barely
slept after that. The next morning, Justin and I never
mentioned what happened. He was just noticeably sure and dismissed
towards the uncle at breakfast, but otherwise acted normal. I

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never told Emma, her parents or mine. Unfortunately, I acted
the same way around her uncle as I had before.
He was openly touchy, playing with my hair and squeezing
my cheeks, and I still didn't show that anything was wrong.
I never told my parents or sisters because I was
scared that they would never let me sleep out again,

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or that my dad would try to beat up the guy.
I never slept at Emma's house again or even visited
until the uncle had gone back to the States. This
happened five years ago, around July fifteenth, twenty twenty, right

(09:45):
before the pandemic. I'm a guy. I was nineteen when
it happened, and I was in my second year of
college in Paris, studying arts. With a couple of girls
from my class, we decided to go to the Da
Vinci exhibition at the Louverra. It was an exhibit that
was on display only every other few decades. It was

(10:08):
advised by one of our professors. Anyway, that day, we
left school at five pm and we went to a
bar nearby before going to the exhibition. I had a
few drinks and got quickly tipsy. I was very skinny
back then and hadn't had anything to eat. Then we
took the metro. We had time to see the whole

(10:30):
thing and do sketches of our favorite artwork. Then at
eight pm, I believe, we left the exhibition to go home.
We all went our separate ways. I got on the
train that would drop me off at my city, and
when I sat down, I realized my phone battery was
at eighteen percent and that I had my battery bank,

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but not the charger. I was annoyed because this phone
was the only way I could wake up in the morning,
since I no longer had alarm clock at the time.
I remembered that I had used my phone in the
class earlier that day for some drawing models, and I
had plugged my phone into charge for a bit. So
I sent a message and messenger to the group chat

(11:12):
and asked if anyone saw my charger in the classroom.
Some of my classmates would stay in school for a
few hours after the classes ended to study and keep
working on projects before leaving for the day, and one
of them replied to me with a picture of my
charger on the table in the classroom and texting, I
took it with me and we'll give it back to

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you in the morning. I thanked them and thought to myself, Okay,
now how do I make sure that I wake up
on time tomorrow morning? Of course, it was only one
I had, since the other ones were no longer working,
and I was the only one at home to have
that brand of phone, so I couldn't have used my
moms or brothers. I asked the dude who was sitting

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next to me if he had a charger that I
could use if he's not getting off the train anytime soon,
so that I could charge my phone as long as
possible until one of us gets off. He replied, no,
I don't, but check the next station if the store
is still open, so you can buy one. When he
reached the next station, we could see that the store

(12:15):
was already closed. The store was right on the platform.
Then the guy turned to me and said, it's closed.
But I have on a home that you can use.
I live right next to the station. I was still
a little dizzy from the alcohol I had a few
hours earlier, and I was getting tired, so my reflexes
weren't really on point at this time, so I answered okay,

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instead of simply asking someone else. In my head, it
was like he was going to go to his house,
bring the charger, let me charge my phone for a
little bit with a battery bank, then give it back
to him and go home. But even this scenario wouldn't
have made much sense. The guy is supposed to get
off three stations before mine. When we reached the station

(13:04):
we both got off, it was January and it was
already completely dark outside at this time. The guy goes
follow me. At this moment, I had this horrible feeling
saying don't, don't follow him, go back on the train
and go home. And I quickly had some kind of

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anxiety attack and simply just let myself go. So I
went and followed him. I knew deep down that what
I was doing was completely stupid and senseless, but I
felt like I wasn't myself. I was totally stressed out
and anxious and went with him. We exited the train
station and walked to the street car station right next

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to it and got on the street car. The fear
was rising as we were getting there, and it kept
getting worse and worse. I was like, what the hell
am I doing here? Just leave? Something is not right,
Just leave and go home. But I couldn't. I was
like petrified at this point. It was like I couldn't

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even control myself. I think the guy was talking to
me the whole time, and I was just nodding to
whatever he was saying. I wasn't even paying attention to
what he was saying. From what I can remember, this
man was pretty much taller than me and much stronger
than me. We got off the street car at the
closest stop. We walked up to the adjacent street and

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made it to the front gate. He opened the gate
with his fob and I stayed on the street in
front of the gate. As he crossed it. He turned
to me and said, what are you doing? Come with me?
In my head, I was like no, and then I
crossed the gate and followed him. This was the entrance

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to his apartment complex that he lived in. After the gate,
there was this long trail leading up to the patio,
with multiple other trails leading to three different buildings within
the complex. It was nighttime, so I couldn't see much more,
even though there were a few lightholes in the patio.
We walked to his building, which was at the end

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of the patio, the furthest from the exit of the complex.
Then again, in my head, I see him throwing the
charger through the window for me to use it. That
sounds silly, It makes no sense at all, and again
I followed him. Following him into the building, we went
up the stairs to the second floor and went inside

(15:36):
his apartment. Once Society said you may sit down, I'll
be right there. As he turned the TV on, gave
me the phone charger that was on the table drawer,
and he went to the bathroom. I sat down and
thought to myself, well, now you're in deep shit. I
plugged my phone in. My battery was now at nine

(15:57):
percent and my phone was not charging correct I noticed
after a few seconds that the charger was ripped and
I had to tilt my phone and the charger in
a specific way for it to charge correctly. I looked
around me and saw that the apartment was very small
and messy. It was basically just a bedroom with a
small hallway between the entrance and the main space, with

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the door to the bathroom. In the hallway. There was
a corner of the room that was being used as
a kitchen. The bed was the only thing I could
sit on. It was unmade, and there was a lot
of unfolded clothes and clutter on the furniture and on
the floor. After a minute or so, he came out
of the bathroom and sat next to me on the bed.

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I still had my jacket and shoes on and my
backpack on my back. I played it cool, but I
was terrified inside. He asked me if I wanted anything
to drink or eat, and I declined and said that
I would be leaving soon anyways, because I needed to
wake up early the next morning. He then replied, you

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can stay overnight if you want. I responded, no, thank you.
I was sitting on the part of the bed that
was closer to the nightstand, and he was between me
and the hallway leading to the entrance. At this point,
he was just watching TV and I was looking straight
in front of me, just staring at the wall, not

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moving an inch. Just petrified, and just like that, out
of nowhere, he put his hand on my right thigh.
I typically hate physical contact, even when it's my own
family or friends. It was too much for me to handle,
so I called my mom. She already knew that I
wasn't going to be home right after school because of

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the exhibition. I was trying to buy some time while
trying to figure out how to go without him potentially
trying to prevent me from leaving. So I was talking
to my mom, just telling her how my day was,
and I told her that I was on my way home.
I managed to keep my composure so she couldn't tell
that something was wrong. The last thing I wanted to

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do was worry her, panicking that the guy would act
up even more. After a few minutes, my mom cut
me off and told me that she was getting sleepy
and then she's going to bed. She said good night
and hung up. I was thinking, oh shit. I looked
at my right at the guy. He still had his

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hand on my thigh. That guy was straight up masturbating
while staring at me. I locked eyes with him for
two seconds, and suddenly my heart started racing. I was terrified.
I almost cried and I could barely breathe. I called
my dad and thankfully he picked up the phone. My

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parents aren't together anymore, and I was living with my mom.
I did just like I did with my mother. I
told my dad how my day was, and I kept
finishing most of my sentences with Dad so that the
guy knew who I was talking with and potentially preventing
him from doing anything more crazy. Obviously, because of the fear,

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I was unable to talk without breathing heavily. At some point,
my dad asked me why I was breathing like that,
and I said that I was walking fast it catch
the train. Then I told my dad, Okay, Dad, now
I'm gonna have to run because I don't want to
miss the train. The next one won't be here for
a while. That was obviously a lie. Please do not

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hang up, stay on the phone, and he said okay.
I quickly got up without unplugging the charger. It unplugged
when I got up and started walking towards the exit,
I said, gotta go. I pressed the doorknob to open
the door, but it was locked. I didn't even notice it.
When I walked in. I panicked even more and the

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guy got up, walked up to me and unlocked the door,
opened it. Then he said come back any time, and
he licked my neck. He had his left arm on
the doorframe, so I had to walk beneath it, and
he spanked me while I was walking out. Once I
was outside of the apartment, I ran down the stairs,

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skipped every few steps, ran out of the building, ran
across the patio, and all the way out the gate.
I was finally out of the complex, but I still
ran all the way to the street car stop. I
was just hoping that guy wasn't following me, or that
no one that he might know or that he might
have told about me was looking for me or coming

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for me. Thankfully, the street car arrived right when I
reached the stop. The street car left and my father
was still on the phone. I said to him, Okay,
I'm on the train now. I will let you know
when I get home. He told me to be careful
and that he'd be waiting for my message, then hung up.

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On that moment, I felt relieved, but I couldn't help
thinking what if I didn't have the idea to call
my parents, and what if he went crazier? And actually
tried to do anything more. Or what if he just
never let me out of his home. Literally, anything could
have happened to me. After all, I was in his apartment,
in his universe, he could have done anything to me.

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Now I only go by trusting my gut and that
if I sense anything fishy, I will definitely listen to
my body, pay attention to signs, and of course never
talk to strangers in public transit. It was almost nine
pm by the time I was on the train that
would drop me off at my city. I made it
home by ten thirty pm. Everyone was asleep. I let

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my dad know that I made it home. He responded, Okay,
thank you, good night. My phone battery was still very low,
slightly over twenty percent. I think I went to bed,
but I couldn't sleep for hours. I woke up the
morning after, went to school and my classmate brought me
my phone charger and I went on with my day.

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Only told my closest friend about it a year later.
When I think back about it now, it kind of
makes me laugh because of how stupid it sounds. But
this was truly one of the scariest things I've ever experienced.

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I lived by myself after my sophomore year in college.
In my third year, I lived off campus in an
apartment complex that was gated and you needed a key
to enter. Most of the residents were students. A few
families lived there too. Brian was a kid who lived
there with his family. I saw him around when I

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would go to laundry, and he liked to talk to me.
He was in fifth grade that year. He would talk
to me and we would chat while I did my laundry.
He told me about school. It was nice. It kind
of made me think back on when I was in
fifth grade. He used to ask me what was going
on for me. I usually said I was studying. One

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day he asked me for my email address. He said
he started writing stories and he wanted to send them
to me. It felt harmless, it felt wholesome. I gave
him my email address. He started sending me these little
horror stories. There were abandoned houses, killer clowns, and stuff
like that. While I'm writing this, I just remember that

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this was around the time we had the clown problem
and there was reports of clown attacks. I respected that
he had a hobby. I didn't always respond to his emails.
But I always mentioned something to him when I see him.
Then he invited me to his elementary school graduation. It
was in the middle of finals. I also didn't want

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to give up my whole Friday morning, so instead I
sent him a Hallmark card congratulating him. I thought that
would be sweet enough. The next time I saw him,
he did not seem happy. He said something like how
it would only have been like an hour, and they
see me spend longer time with my friends. I didn't
really know what to say to that, because he kind

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of had a point. I think this really crossed the line.
When he asked me to go to dinner with him,
he said just me and you. I said, I don't
think so, but he kept pushing, saying things like I
just wanted to get to know you better. Even crazier,
he was doing this while his mother was there. His

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mother could hear all of this. I thought she would intervene.
She did not. She giggled. When your eleven year old
son is pressuring a college student to go on a
date with him after she already told him no, that's
a great moment for a parent to step in and
help enforce boundaries. I wasn't in that apartment. Very long

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after this, I had one summer session at the end
of August, and then I moved to a different place.
For the next year. I kept my distance. I give
that kid one word answers, avoided eye contact, and also
blocked his emails. After I moved out, I didn't hear
from Brian for a few months. Then around October I

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started getting an anonymous letters sent to my new address.
I opened the first envelope and the note said, it
is so easy to follow you. Can you hear the
footsteps behind you? I felt nauseous. I am uncomfortable even
remembering that moment now. Then I got a second letter
that said, I know what she did. It is funny

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how you think this is over. I had read enough
of this kid's stories to recognize his writing when I
see it. This was the way the characters in the
stories might speak. I knew instantly that he was the
one sending me these letters. I felt ridiculous calling the police,
but I did imagine calling the police and telling them

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that eleven year old might be sending you anonymous, threatening letters.
The police told me that there was nothing they could
do because no laws had been broken. They could not
trace the letters. They also said these letters are more
common than some people realize, and that there was no
concrete evidence to believe that it was from that kid.
They told me that sometimes these kind of letters come

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from senders that the recipients had never even met before.
I guess the police were right. There was no way
to prove it, but I know for fact that the
kids sent me those letters. There was never a third letter.
I never heard from him again. I think he probably
moved on to someone else. Maybe he found other people
to spend his time thinking about, hopefully people his own age.

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I wish the cops had taken me more seriously, but
I understand why they didn't. It's hard to investigate a
situation when there hasn't been a crime committed and there
is no evidence

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