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All right, this is going to sound crazy.
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I'll admit it. If I heard this and it wasn't my
own story, I probably wouldn't believe it happened.
But this is 100% true. You'll just have to take my word
for. It I was at a.
Friend of a friend's birthday party the summer after our last
year of middle school. It was a warm, clear night.
I didn't know the birthday girl personally, as again, she was a
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friend of a friend. The party consisted of a huge
game of sardines in her huge backyard.
I'll describe the yard more in detail as it'll assist in
painting a better picture in your head as to what I
experienced. She lived on what could arguably
be described as a small ranch. The backyard consisted of about
40 to 50 yards of lawn before gradually ascending up a hill
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where a thick forest started. The hill was untouched land with
trees, rocks and bushes. In the middle of the hill ran a
stream about two or three feet wide on the left side of the
backyard. Down on the lawn was a barn, a
classic red one with a hay loft and everything.
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Her back patio had cafe lights strung on the border with a fire
pit in the corner. These details seem overbearing,
but they will all be important later on in the story, I
promise. The game of sardines started
with two seekers. The rest of the group, around 30
kids, sprinted through the backyard looking for hiding
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places while the seekers countedto 64.
Kids and I decided to hide together and deemed that the top
of the hill, right along the forest's edge would be our best
bet. We sprinted up the hill, dodging
rocks and ducking trees, and finally got to the top.
We jumped behind the first line of brush and turned to face the
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back of the house. Though far away, we could see
the seekers running through the backyard.
They had begun their search. Keep in mind, with us facing the
yard, our backs were turned to the thick dark forest on the
edge of her property. After about 5 minutes of hiding,
Jay, one of my friends I was hiding with, claimed he had
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heard rustling behind us coming from the forest.
We looked back only to see nothing and started teasing Jay
about being a wuss or a baby or whatever, though I can't
remember. I bet we were as scared as he
was just trying to look brave infront of the two girls who had
hidden with us. Only a mere 30 seconds or so
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after the first false alarm, Jayclaimed to hear more rustling,
though this time we all heard it.
We looked behind us into the thick, dark rustling forest and
saw what I can only describe as the most confusing, yet
horrifying thing I have ever seen.
Standing about 15 yards into thewood line stood a grown man.
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He seemed to be about 6-2 or sixthree, though there was a catch.
He was wearing a Bunny suit. A full on Easter Bunny type
Bunny suit. It took a second or two for me
and my friends to process what we were seeing, and right when
we were done processing he started running towards us.
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We couldn't believe it. After about a second delay of
internally freaking out at the situation at hand, we all
started sprinting down the hill.Though not as dense as the
forest we were running from, we had to actively dodge and avoid
trees and bushes. I was the second farthest from
the Bunny man, having one of my friends in front of me with Jay
and the two others behind me. After clearing the stream, my
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nails curled as I heard a screamfrom behind me.
I looked back only to feel my heart drop.
The Bunny man had grabbed Jay. He was trying to drag him back
up the hill. Miraculously, Jay was able to
shake himself free. Jay played football and was the
biggest kid in our grade, so he was able to loosen himself free
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somewhat easily. We sprinted back to the house as
fast as we could, screaming as we went.
We were yelling for everyone to get back to the house, that
there was an immediate threat, and that we were in danger.
Luckily, the panic in our voiceswas genuine enough that the rest
of the group listened and followed us back into the
kitchen. We gathered everyone and
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counted, making sure we didn't leave anyone outside with
whoever was in that horrible costume.
Once everything died down, I hadonly started to catch my breath
when I heard the one line that still sticks with me to this
day. Someone piped up and timidly
asked. Where's Sadie?
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Sadie was the birthday girl who I didn't know that well.
After the question was asked, everyone started desperately
looking around the kitchen living room area looking for
what they knew wasn't there. Sadie was still outside
somewhere. The boys in the group, including
myself, decided that we would split up into groups of three or
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four and go out looking for Sadie.
We thought we were tough crap. A group of 18 or so hormonally
driven teenagers with something to prove to the girls inside the
house. We had to be tough guys who
weren't scared of anything. I am not sure the facade worked.
My group was assigned to the hill.
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We searched everywhere, behind trees, between bushes, calling
out Sadie's name and flashing our flashlights everywhere we
could. After about 3 minutes of
searching, we heard a loud optimistic.
We got her. We found her.
We sprinted back down the hill, going buck 20, itching to know
where she was and if she was OK.After we all met up in the
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middle of the backyard. Everything became clear.
After everything died down, thisis what happened from Sadie's
point of view. Sadie had hidden by herself in
the barn. To the left of the main doors
was a pile of squared hay. Sadie had hidden behind the
pile, covering herself with loose hay she had found on the
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floor in order to conceal herself.
She said that for the main part,nobody had really gotten close
to her hiding place. Why didn't she come out when we
yelled at her? She thought it was a decoy to
draw herself out of her hiding place.
A little shaken, but overall OK,we all walked back to the house
to regroup and retell to the girls in the house what had
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happened. I wish it ended there.
About 20 minutes later, when we were all, for the most part,
calmed down, we were sitting on the couch talking about
everything and anything. At this point, a good amount of
the kids had gone home, whether forced by curfew or at their own
will due to the fears of the Bunny man.
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So it was down to me, Sadie, andthree or four other people.
Out of nowhere, Sadie spoke up. You know, now that I think about
it, you guys did almost catch me.
I would have had no idea, as I was a hider myself, but the two
seekers from the game of Sardines were still at Sadie's
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house. They both admitted to her that
they did venture into the barn and that they must have missed
her. Sadie then said this.
I knew the screaming to go inside was a decoy.
Somewhat confused at her statement, we urged her to
elaborate. Don't play dumb, she told the
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Seekers. I heard you guys come in about
two minutes after I heard the yelling.
You guys were looking everywherefor me and actually walked up
right next to my hiding spot before walking away.
For some reason that's when you guys almost caught me.
It took a minute for us to process what she said, but then
it clicked. We were all inside 2 minutes
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after we had been yelling and everyone was accounted for
except for Sadie, so nobody would have been outside when
Sadie claimed that they would have been.
That left one possibility, Sadiewasn't close to being caught by
us. Sadie was close to being caught
by whoever was in that Bunny costume.
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Whoever that was had walked up right next to her hiding place.
If he had moved the loose hay, or even moved one block of type
hay, he would have found her andheaven knows what would have
happened next. But that was all in the past.
We were all inside now, safe andbehind locked doors.
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My mom came shortly afterwards to pick me up, and on the drive
home I realized something I hadn't realized before.
As I was looking out the window thinking about the events of the
night, I realized that I was watching field and farmland fly
by. Sadie's nearest neighbor was 2
miles away from her house. She lived in a very, very rural
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part of town. It may seem like a small detail
that should easily be thrown to the side, but to me it
illustrated A glaring and disturbing circumstance.
The Bunny man could not have been a neighbor, family friend,
or neighborhood teenager lookingfor entertainment.
The closest house to Sadie's was2 miles away.
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This was no teenager trying to scare younger kids or creepy
adults on some power trip. This was a man in the middle of
the forest, late at night, 2 miles away from any sort of
other civilization, stalking andchasing us.
To this day the Bunny man has not been identified or found.
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And now that I'm telling this, all the details are coming back
and I'm remembering just how scary and traumatizing that
night was for my 14 year old mind.
This happened at the school I went to in the Philippines which
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was a local Catholic one but notthat strict to describe where it
happened. My classroom that time was at
the end of the hallway located at the first floor.
It also was across our mini library where our kind librarian
sits. Behind the door beside the
library were the bathrooms for girls and boys.
The girls bathroom is bigger with three cubicles inside of
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it. The boys bathroom was just an
entire bathroom without a cubicle.
It's way back in 2003. I was in 3rd grade.
It happened during the summertime, 2:00 or 3:00 in the
afternoon. We had an ongoing class at that
time in that classroom. When I excused myself to go to
the bathroom, I walked across the hallway and reached the
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girls bathroom. Just a brief description of how
the bathroom looked When you enter, a big dirty scratchy
mirror on the wall will welcome you.
Beneath it was a clogged and dirty sink.
Beside the sink were the cubicles, three of them made of
soft aluminum material. The locks on the doors were
broken. This is an important detail, so
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when I entered the bathroom, I was the only one inside, no
other students around. All the doors of the cubicles
were wide open. I am the usual scaredy cat girl,
so I went inside the first cubicle.
Since the locks were broken, I just held the door while going
to the bathroom so if anyone entered, they would know I was
there. As I was finishing my business,
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a sudden gust of wind entered the bathroom and I felt someone,
a presence, had entered. I waited for that someone to
enter one of the cubicles, but nothing happened.
I was clueless, but I heard the faucet in the third cubicle open
and water was flowing. I, without thinking too much,
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peeped below the cubicles. There was no one, no feet,
nothing. Just water flowing.
I freaked out. So I hurriedly fixed my uniform
and when I was trying to open the door, it would not open.
Remember, the lock was broken, so just a little nudge would
open it, but it was not moving. I was hysterical.
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I was punching the door so hard that I put dents in it.
I was screaming, crying, really,really scared.
I tried kicking the door but it just wouldn't budget.
I screamed loud, my throat was getting sore until my teacher
and the librarian rushed inside.They opened the door mind you
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without any issue. I was dumbfounded and they asked
me what had happened and I told them everything.
They just stared at each other and gave me a fame but worried
laugh and helped me to get back to class.
It was the scariest feeling I ever felt because I felt
helpless, trapped. I remember stories of other
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students seeing ghosts and such at that school.
Some say that the school was initially rice plains where
salvage bodies were usually thrown, so I guess that can
explain if it's all true. 18 years passed and that memory is
still as clear as glass. I hope nothing like this ever
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happens to me again. To preface, I recently passed my
driver's test and got my license, meaning I can now work
as a part time delivery service for my parents.
I honestly don't mind. I honestly don't mind, however,
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as there's something peaceful about the freedom of driving
somewhere with simply yourself and a good playlist.
On this particular night, my dadasked me to pick up a few
groceries from a halal store such as fish and Indian Sweets.
The drive was around 30 minutes and I left around 6:30 and by
the time I arrived, the place was getting ready to close.
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Thankfully, the store owner has known us for almost 9 years as
we frequent that location for food that you can't find at a
local grocery store. As I was waiting for them to
slice the fish into pieces and bag it up, I stepped out to take
a call. As I finished, I watched as a
woman seemingly appeared from the bus stop and began making
her way towards me. She seemed panicked as if she
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was on the run from someone and was wearing a tattered blue
raincoat despite it being almost90° at sunset.
She slowly walked up to me and asked in a laboured tone.
Hi Sir, do you have any change? I'm trying to get away from
someone just as I assumed. Now, I can understand if some
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people find my decision to be a bit rude and possibly an
instigator for the events. I'm someone who believes in
helping people but also understands the risk of helping
strangers whose intentions aren't as clear.
Instead of handing her money, I recommended that she go inside
and ask the owner if he could help her and that maybe he would
be willing to get her help for her situation.
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She defeatedly looked at me and said in an almost sarcastic
tone. OK, thanks for the help I guess.
Despite her slightly condescending mannerism, I was
willing to believe that something was wrong and just
brushed it off and hoped that the people inside could help.
I watched as she almost unnaturally went from a look of
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dissatisfaction to a look for a plea for help.
I watched as she asked the ownerfor change and told him a quick
spiel about her situation. But this is where things took a
turn for the worst. The owner said something and her
face turned from sadness to purehatred and she said something
along the lines of you people have no care for others,
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pointing angrily at the owner and a few surrounding customers
and stormed out the back. I quickly went inside and just
paid the owner for the fish not wanting to question him about
what happened. As I was walking over to my car,
I thought I saw a figure in bluedash across to get behind my
car. I knew for a fact now that this
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lady was probably having issues with something else, and I began
to move much more slowly, facingthe direction in which I thought
I had seen her duck behind the car.
Nothing. Thoroughly weirded out, I jumped
in my car and started down the road.
As I was pulling out of the parking lot, I watched as a
white Ford van pulled up behind me, almost tailgating.
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I looked in my rear view mirror.I not only saw that Lady, but in
the driver's seat sat a bulky man with a bald head and a beard
almost resembling that of a crazy wrestler or bodybuilder.
The look of anger in their eyes is what haunts me the most.
Thinking about it, I realized that I was now stuck in traffic
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with these crazies sitting mere inches behind me, so I knew I
had to do something. I didn't want to drive on the
highway. I quickly made a beeline for the
first exit as the light turned green and the big van screeched
behind me as I began speeding toalmost 80 mph, praying that I
wouldn't lose control. I kept looking back only to see
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them just as close as they had been before.
I watched as they kept trying tosignal to move into the lane
next to mine but kept missing their timing which seemed to
make the guy angrier. At this point it had been almost
10 minutes that I was travellingthese random interstates and had
almost no clue what was happening.
I knew I had to find an exit andfind one quick because the last
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thing I wanted was for my parents to start worrying and
for the roads to start getting more vacant.
Also pair this with the fact that I was going almost 100 mph
and it was impending. Recipe for disaster.
Just then I saw my chance to getout.
My phone alerted me to an exit that led right back on the main
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roads, which if I was able to make it on them, it would be
easier for me to lose the psychos.
I hatched my plan to trick the driver into thinking I was
surrendering, but in truth I wasgoing to make a daring escape
for a really good attempt at oneat least.
I baited the van into thinking Iwas about to turn into the left
lane. I saw an exit about a mile ahead
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and realized that if I could turn onto it at the last second,
I could be free from this mess. So bracing myself for what could
be a serious accident, I near swerved my car into the Subaru
next to me and barely made it onto the main road again without
a scratch. My nightmare was over.
I hightailed it home while constantly staring in my rear
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view mirror out of pure paranoiathat I hadn't lost them and that
they were going to follow me home.
Thankfully I made it home safe without my parents questioning
me and I am now able to share this truly gut wrenching
experience with everyone. It's safe to say I'll have my
eyes in the back of my head nexttime I go to get groceries after
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6:00. The following story is true and
took place on Thanksgiving Day in 2019.
During this time I was 22. I was staying with a friend for
a couple of months after I had aphysical dispute with my father.
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We did not get along. As I grew into adulthood, he had
certain expectations for my future, but my mind was set on a
different path. I was in a vulnerable state and
I desperately wanted to get rid of these feelings of anger and
loneliness. I normally spent Thanksgiving at
home, so this year was a bit different for me.
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As the night approached, my friend Valerie left to attend
dinner at her grandparents house.
She planned to stay there for a few days.
Because of this, Valerie expected me to go home until she
came back, but she also wanted me to go so that I could mend my
differences with my dad. However, I dreaded going back
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home to face him, so instead, I accepted an invitation from
someone to go to a party. A little background information,
the person who invited me was anolder gentleman named Jerry who
I've known for a few years. When I worked as a bartender, he
would order a drink and we wouldhave casual conversation.
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He disguised himself as a guardian, gave me advice, and
would occasionally hand me an envelope with several $100 in
it. He seemed really kind.
He admired that I was in collegeand still managed to work a full
time job. His energy was genuine.
But don't get me wrong, there was always a thought in the back
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of my mind that told me he maneuvered with an ulterior
motive. Prior to this party, Jerry and I
have always communicated with each other.
Only at the bar. When he invited me to the party,
he did not explain the details and he sounded a bit frantic
over the phone. Nonetheless, I showered, got
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dressed, and headed outside to wait for him to pick me up.
As Jerry pulled into the driveway I could see him through
his car window either talking tosomeone or to himself, I could
not tell. I get inside of the car and
shoot him a quick glance. His eyes were bloodshot red.
On our way to the party, Jerry and I discuss our lives and
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what's been going on with us. He asked me about school and I
asked him about his job. I'm not sure exactly what Jerry
does in his personal life, but he always seems to be paranoid
and on edge. Anytime I would ask him
something he would fidget with asteering wheel and shoot me
awkward glances. His hands gripped the wheel
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tightly as he speed down the road.
I believe he was on something. Jerry hands me a white envelope
as we pull into the driveway of the location.
After arriving we enter a house and immediately I see at least
40 to 50 people of all ages, sexand race talking and performing
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risque acts. I walk further into the crowd, I
can feel the eyes of men and women stare me down in interest.
Jerry grabs my shoulder from behind and asks me if I'm
comfortable. He claimed he wanted to show me
a different part of his lifestyle.
I assured him that I would be OK, even though I felt
completely awkward at that point.
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I was nervous. I was not expecting to be put in
a situation like this, but I wasgoing to make the best of it
while I could. Red silhouette lights beam down
from the ceiling as I move past the crowd and into the dining
room. To relax my nerves.
I get an alcoholic beverage froma pitcher in the kitchen and sit
down in the dining room. After about 10 minutes, I head
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to the bathroom upstairs and come back down.
When I'm done, I drink the rest of my beverage and go into the
kitchen to get some more. All of a sudden I start to feel
dizzy. My heart was beginning to beat
faster than normal, my body temperature was increasing, and
the room around me appeared blurry.
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Something wasn't right. A woman with long blonde hair
sitting next to me in the diningroom whispered in my ear and
asked me if I was OK. I told her that I thought
something was wrong. I felt weird.
She shook her head in disappointment and went into the
living room to approach Jerry. I could not tell what she was
saying to him, but I assume she was telling him to go talk to me
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because she continuously kept pointing her finger in my
direction. I prayed in my head that they
would hurry and finish their conversation because a guy kept
staring at me from the couch in the living room.
He was completely nude and was smoking some sort of pipe.
He winked at me and smiled as heblew out smoke from his last
hit. I was completely turned off.
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Moments later, Jerry walks over to me and we begin to talk for a
few minutes. I convinced him to Take Me Home.
He kept trying to get me to stayat the party, but I told him
that I felt nauseous and I was not having a good time.
This was the red flag. He eventually gave up and began
to drive me back to my friend's place.
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While he was driving, I sat in the back seat instead of the
passenger seat. I felt waves of euphoria passing
through my body, but I also feltthis overwhelming sense of dread
and nervousness. Whatever I had drank was more
than just alcohol. We approached my friend's house.
I noticed that Jerry drives right past it.
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I asked him repeatedly to turn around and take me back.
He doesn't say a word. I can see his red eyes staring
at me through the rear view window.
He looked angry. At this point I was beyond
terrified. I start screaming at him to let
me out of the car but he refusedto hear my plea.
There was only one option for meto escape.
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I had to jump out of the car. I noticed that my car door did
not have a child lock so all I had to do was plan where I was
going to jump out. I waited until he reached a red
light and when he did I ran out of the car quickly leaving the
door swinging open. I ran as fast as I could down
the block and reminded myself inmy head to not look back.
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The sound of his voice echoed down the street as I got farther
away from him. When I got to my friend's house,
I remembered that I did not havea key and I was not supposed to
be there. I looked around to see if anyone
was watching me. When the coast became clear, I
climbed into the living room window, closed it back up, and
ran upstairs. Before I could even enter the
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bedroom, I passed out on the hallway floor.
I woke up in the middle of the night crying and upset about
what took place on Thanksgiving.At that moment, I decided to put
my differences to the side with my father and I went back home.
I learned that you cannot run away from your problems because
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they will eventually come back or another one will arise.
Winter of 2013 in Phoenix, AZ. I worked in the shipping
department of a small warehouse facility.
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I am a stocky male, so the company tasked me with boxing
products and loading pallets forshipping early in the morning.
I was the first to arrive most days at 4:30 AM and I was alone
most of the time until 6:00 AM. Because of this, I had to unlock
the entrance and deactivate the security alarm.
There were security cameras, butthey had had major blind spots
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caused by some concrete pillars for the desert.
It was a chilly mid-december morning.
I arrived to work as usual around 4:30 AM.
The ground was wet from a light rain, scenting the air with mud.
I parked and turned off my car and noticed something in the
distance. There appeared to be a man
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pacing back and forth. He would walk about 10 feet,
turn around, and then walk rightback.
I would guess he was roughly 40 yards away from me.
There was very little light so Icouldn't make out any
distinguishing features apart from him wearing a heavy white
down jacket. There is a gas station not too
far away so I figured he was just another customer.
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After a few moments I reasoned he was either on his cell phone
or listening to music, so I got out of my car and headed to the
entrance to work. As I approached the door I heard
heavy sprinting footsteps closing in on me fast.
I turned around to look, it was the same person I saw pacing.
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I must have startled him as he abruptly stopped.
He acted as if he didn't think Iwould turn around.
He was about my height, maybe 180 lbs, wearing dark jeans and
Gray gloves with weathered and dirty white shoes.
Now this sounds impossible, but this is what I saw and I assure
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you it's accurate. His white down jacket was pulled
all the way up over his head. Let me be clear, his thick
jacket was pulled up over his head, covering his entire face.
I don't know how he could see anything when he was sprinting
to me. Even with his jacket blocking
his face, I could feel his eyes were somehow locked onto me.
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To this day, I still ask myself how this guy was able to do
this. We faced off at each other like
we were in a standoff, but therewas something more, something
that still remains in my mind and still causes a haunting
feeling in me even today. His breathing.
His breathing was so angry and full of rage like he was getting
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ready to charge me. This odd, covered from head to
toe threatening guy was standing10 feet from me breathing like
he hated me and wanted me dead. I stood there thinking this is
it. I'm going to get.
Robbed, shot or stabbed. He's going to pull out a weapon.
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As soon as I thought this, he suddenly reached into his jacket
and I felt my stomach churn. I could not get to safety at
this point. He was between me and my car and
he could reach me before I couldunlock the door and get inside.
I was unarmed. I had a moment where I thought
this was the end of my life and felt for the first time.
What it was like. To think you're going to die.
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I fully expected him to pull outa weapon from his coat and
attack me, but rather he spoke. Muffled through his jacket.
What are you doing? Adrenaline had frozen me in
place, but I responded, standingmy ground.
I'm just going to work. What are you doing?
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He answered back. Swiftly, I'm just checking this
out. Then he took his hands out of
his pockets, turned and began running away with his jacket
still up over his head. I got inside and locked the door
behind me, feeling relieved. I don't know what became of him
and to this day I still wonder how he was able to see me with
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that thick jacket over his face.And the sound of his angry
breathing remains A fearful memory.
Now I thought of calling the police.
However, after the shock of the incident wore off, I reasoned
the guy didn't really do. Anything to me.
He didn't actually threaten me, show a weapon, say something
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intimidating or anything like that.
Sure he was unsettling, but he really didn't commit a crime
other than being intimidating and suspicious.
Even if I did call the police, Iimagined the incident would be
low priority and the guy would be long gone by the time the
police investigated. I put the ordeal out of my mind
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and did my work. Later that day I shared the
story with some of my Co workers.
Many believed the guy was going to rob me but then changed his
mind. Some thought the guy was on
something and just acting weird.The security camera footage only
caught a small portion of the incident due to the blind spots.
I'm not sure what to think so I would like to ask you, what do
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you think this guy was up to? Do you think he was going to rob
me? Was he just on something?
Do you think he was crazy but harmless?
I went to a party one night and was told by my mother to be home
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at a certain time or the door would be locked and we didn't
have an extra key. So off to the party I went and
it was a banger, drinks and lotsof friends.
I didn't want to leave. By the time I left it was one or
two AM and I knew I was going tobe locked out of my mom's house
and she was going to be upset inthe morning if I woke her up.
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So I pulled around back where I parked my car.
I got out and checked the back door.
Crap locked. I staggered around to the front,
crap locked. Now I'm screwed and going to
have to spend the night in my car.
So I laid the seat back, grabbedan old sweater out of the back
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to cover up with, and sighed. Being locked out sucks.
During the night I woke up hearing footsteps, so I poked my
head up and looked around. I didn't see anything at first
so I laid back down, but I couldn't shake the feeling that
something was up and was too afraid to get out of the car.
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I reached over and locked my doors and heard the footsteps
again poked my head up and againfroze.
There was a shadowy figure creeping around my house.
I watched as he walked around, looking into the windows and
checking to see if he could openthem.
I had no cell phone and no way to warn my mom.
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Who was inside? Asleep.
My heart was jackhammering in mychest as I thought of what to
do. I sat up a little higher to
watch as he walked around the front of my house going to the
front door. I leaned forward following his
progress and bumped my steering wheel and a very loud honk
sounded, scaring the heck out ofme.
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It must have woke up my mom because the porch light came on
and she stood on the porch looking furious, so I ran up to
her screaming to get back into the house, that there was a man
outside trying to get in. As soon as we got back inside, I
ran into my mom's room and grabbed her weapon and a
flashlight, instructing her to call the cops.
I went back outside, weapon and flashlight in hand.
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The man was nowhere to be found.We waited for the cops to show
up and when they did they told us there had been a couple guys
from a jail nearby that had escaped that day and that they
had been looking for them and for us to keep our doors locked
tight. They never found the man I saw
that night, but the escapees were caught weeks later 100
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miles away. I'm so thankful my mom locked me
out of the house that night. I can't imagine what would have
happened if we both have been inside and asleep.
It was a cold. Afternoon in early December, I
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was walking home from school at around 5:00 PM due to sports.
I live in Colorado and during the winter, temperatures can hit
to a single digit or lower. Even though I had multiple
layers of coats on, I still felta cold shiver run throughout my
back. I shivered every other minute as
the path home seemed to stretch on forever.
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The path I am told to take by myparents runs along the outside
of a dense forest area. It is extremely inconvenient
that the school I was attending at the time was on the opposite
side of my neighborhood. Ever since I was little, my
parents always told me to never cross through the centre of the
woods. They never specified why, and
anytime I asked they would uncomfortably change the
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subject. Knowing darn well that I had a
long time before I would make ithome, I chose to make the
biggest mistake of my life. As I walked, I blankly thought
about taking a shortcut through the woods to save time and
energy, but the only thing that held me back was how heavily my
parents stressed me to not. My cold, wet boots from the snow
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and my numb fingers caused me tothink about the more efficient
way to get home rather than a safer, longer way.
I looked to the sky. I thought for a moment about how
long it would be before the sunset.
Based on my memory, I believed Ihad enough time to cut through
and make it back home before thesun disappeared over the
horizon. I then looked into the woods and
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took a deep breath before walking in.
Nothing strange happened most ofthe trip, and if anything, it
felt only peaceful having the birds chirping and the breeze
brushing the pine needles. About halfway through, I noticed
that the sun was already starting to set and that my
calculations were not too accurate.
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I didn't panic because I knew I was close to home by the sound
of the cars ahead. I am not 100% sure why, but I
began to get the urge to just run.
I accused my body of being foolish and that there was no
boogeyman chasing me. But as I continued, the urge did
not subside. Every part of my body told me to
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run, and that's what I did. I ran as fast as my cold limbs
could, and for some insane reason I believed I heard
another pair of footsteps behindme.
When a glimpse of light from nearby houses appeared, I ran
faster. I leaped into some random
person's backyard and stopped tocatch my breath.
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As I looked behind me, I saw a pale white faced man on all
fours crawling slowly back into the woods, dead black eye
staring right into my soul. My eyes swelled with tears and I
walked through the lit concrete sidewalk the entire way home.
When I arrived, I didn't tell myparents of the encounter, but
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they seemed to be more worried about me than usual.
Over time I began to forget about it, but whenever I looked
into the woods from my window, Isometimes see the man watching,
observing from a distance. I'm too afraid to tell my
parents, but I also don't think I can keep it a secret for much
longer. Hopefully the man will get bored
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or find a new victim. Just please let him leave me
alone. OK, so I guess in all stories
you need to start with a little background.
I live about 20 minutes outside of New Orleans, LA, home to all
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of the Creeps and Rice novels and paranormal lore.
I grew up with it. I've grown to distinguish
between tourist trap Spooks and the real deal quote UN quote so
to speak. Being here has ironically made
me even more the hard nosed skeptic.
New Orleans is a place where when you step onto the centuries
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old cobblestone roads and see old buildings mixed into modern
structures, you feel how different it is.
The history, tragedy, and the joy of the last centuries
permeates the air. It almost vibrates.
If you've never visited, I can'texplain this unique experience
and vibe that I've never felt anywhere else.
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If you're into history, I highlysuggest you visit sometime in
your life. That being said, the paranormal
never really scared me. I believe in a lot of things.
I also believe that there are a lot of things that we can't
explain and that we're not supposed to be able to explain.
My family and I always go to NewOrleans many times a year.
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My step grandmother, God rest her soul, who is Native
American, always told me that I have a beacon aura and that I've
always been a magnet for things not of this world.
Great thing to tell an 8 year old Tom.
I digress. At any rate, I never understood
what she meant until a few yearsago.
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It all started when my then boyfriend's family came down to
visit. We always take everyone to the
French Quarter to do all of the touristy things it has to offer.
They have dozens of would be professional tours.
We decided to shell out the money to take a trolley
paranormal tour. The Quarter is big after all,
and I was already in a foul mood.
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We started at Saint Louis cemetery #1 where the most
notorious voodoo priestesses buried and where Nicolas Cage
has reserved the monuments to beburied in.
Same old, same old, but they were into it.
Another thing that's unique about this city is that all of
the graves are built above ground, with the bodies being
placed in crypts. Because we can't bury our dead
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below ground due to being below sea level.
It just adds to the creep factor.
We went to a few more stops before we came to the oldest
Jewish cemetery in Nola. Surprisingly, I've never been
there before. It was almost 6:00 PM and the
sun was almost down. The cemetery had closed earlier
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so we couldn't go in the gates. It had been my birthday a few
days earlier and my boyfriend's family got me a brand new
digital camera. I tried to take some pictures
through the iron gate at the front, as I really love old
headstones. I'm weird, don't judge me.
The tourist lady kept on with her story about the place.
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She said that the cemetery had alot of lost souls as it was made
to be segregated during World War 2.
Sad I wasn't paying close attention.
We went around to the side of itwith a six foot Stonewall.
After she finished we started tohead back to the trolley.
I don't know why I did this, butI turned around from our group
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and ran back to the wall. I am a short girl so I got up on
my tip toes and reached my camera over the wall to get a
picture of the cemetery. I couldn't see what I was taking
a picture of as I just lifted mycamera over the wall and pressed
the button blindly. I only took one picture, just
one. I didn't look at it until we all
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got back on the trolley. My boyfriend asked me to see the
picture I had taken of him in front of the gate.
I flipped through until I got tothe one over the wall.
My stomach sank down to the floor and I know I went 3 shades
wider even though I'm Irish and already extremely pale.
My boyfriend asked me what was wrong.
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I didn't say anything and just showed him the picture.
He looked at it and shook his head, doing a double take.
The picture was of the cemetery over the wall and in the middle
of the picture was a huge blue and purple jagged streak.
It was creepy. It wasn't the sun because it was
already behind the horizon and there were no St. lights.
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The couple in front of us asked to see it and that led to the
whole trolley wanting to see. The tourist lady was shocked and
asked if I would e-mail it to them to put on their website.
I tried to brush it off but I couldn't shake the weird off me.
After we finished the tour, we decided to take them to the
oldest bar in Nola for a drink. It's an old pirate bar.
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Cool right? Well it's not very big and the
back of the bar is pitch black with a few candles.
After we finished, we were talking about where to eat.
As we're about to get up, I suddenly feel a huge shove on my
back. It knocked me to the floor.
I jumped up quickly, mad at my boyfriend for pushing me.
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I was like what the heck, I was moving.
Was I not fast enough? It was dark but I could see his
face and he wasn't laughing. Babe, I didn't push you, did you
trip? Are you OK?
I was so mad thinking he was just messing with me because I
knew that I was pushed hard. I stomped out fuming.
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I calmed down after a while and met them at the restaurant.
I apologized and tried to rationalize again.
We finished our night and went home.
My boyfriend's family left a fewdays later and thought nothing
more about my experience. A week later I started having
weird things happen at our house.
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My dad was living with my boyfriend tonight at the time.
Odd things happened like findinglights on when we knew they were
turned off, our laptops being opened when we know we shut them
earlier, cabinets being opened randomly.
We even watched a night light inthe kitchen go on and off a few
times while we were in the bedroom.
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We tried to brush all this off like we tried to do back in New
Orleans, but this was child's play.
One night we were cooking dinnerand I went to get my phone from
our bedroom. I was laughing at our
conversation, looking at my dad when I stepped into our room and
when I turned my head back towards the front I was startled
when I saw a huge black figure in the corner near the window.
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The room was bright with our lamps and TV on so I know what I
saw. It scared me so bad that I
screamed and fell backwards ontothe floor.
My dad and boyfriend came running over to me asking if I
was OK. I was not OK.
It freaked me out and I refused to stay by myself after.
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I wish this was the end of my story.
I wish one morning I had to be by myself as everyone was at
work. I tried to chill and cook my
breakfast. It was quiet and I was getting
out my pan to cook eggs. All of a sudden I hear a huge
bang. I dropped my pan and looked
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around bewildered trying to figure out what it was.
I found my air conditioner coveralmost ripped off the hinges.
It had a lock on it and it was bent backwards like it was
pulled out with a pair of pliers.
I ran out of the house and refused to go back until my dad
got off. Then that night my boyfriend and
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I went to bed and we must have been asleep for hours.
Around 3 AMI was woken straight up out of a dead sleep by a loud
guttural deep howl in my ear. It sounded like someone was
right in my ear. I sat up super fast, my heart
beating hard, breathing fast. I look over to wake my boyfriend
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up but he was already awake. He was sporting the same
terrified look on his face. We just looked at each other
wide eyed. He whispered.
Did you hear that too? I was shocked.
He had the same eardrum splitting screen in his ear too.
We didn't sleep the rest of the night.
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Then a week later I get up to goto the bathroom.
Our room is pitch black during the day because we both worked
nights and slept during the day so we have dark curtains and no
lights. If we get up we can't see if the
other is still in bed unless we reach and feel for the other.
When I walk out of the room I see my boyfriend and dad leaning
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against the wall across from thebathroom.
The door to the only bathroom inour home was closed shut.
Both of them just stared at me dumbfounded.
I was like what? Who's in the bathroom?
They both just looked at the door and back at me.
My dad said we thought you were in there.
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We've been waiting to piss for over 30 minutes.
I was like well no I just woke up to P2.
My boyfriend lunges towards the door to open it and I could see
the light on under the door. He tried to open it but it was
locked. We had to get a butter knife to
turn the lock and open it. No one was in there.
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Even though this was so creepy, they both brushed it off saying
I probably just did it in my sleep.
Really guys? I sleepwalked, which I have
never done. Upset, left the lights on,
locked the knob and closed the door and went back to bed.
Right? Sure.
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Besides other little things, thelast experience of this story
was what made us move three dayslater after the bathroom
incident. I was staying at home alone for
a few days as they had gone on afishing trip.
I had to work, so I had to stay,albeit reluctantly.
I finally settled down to try and watch some TV in my bed
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before sleep. I don't remember going to sleep
that night. I don't even remember turning
off the TVI woke up around 3:00 AM again and the TV was blaring
loudly, much louder than I remember having it when I turned
it on. I shook my head feeling drowsy
trying to find my remote but I couldn't find it.
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I felt dizzy. I stood up and almost fell back
down. I turned on my lamp that I swore
I had left on when I fell asleep.
I looked around and the loud TV was disorienting.
I finally found the remote across the room.
Odd. Our room was extremely long as
it was a garage turned into a room.
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It was all the way on the opposite end from my bed.
I turned down the TV and looked around for my cat.
I couldn't find her. I went to go find my phone to
call my boyfriend to check on him, still thinking it was
early. I couldn't find my cell phone
either. I was so confused and still very
disoriented. I looked around for about 10
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minutes before I realized that Ihad to use the bathroom.
I stumbled into the restroom andwhile I was doing my business, I
jumped almost off the toilet at hearing my ringtone blare next
to me. After composing myself, I looked
down and there's my phone sitting on a pile of magazines.
The last time I saw it, it was next to me on my bed on the
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charger. I picked it up confused, and I
look at the missed call. It was from an unknown number so
I couldn't call it back. I was a bit taken aback that it
was so late at night when I clicked out of the call log to
message my boyfriend. I was taken to my photo gallery
as it was the last screen it wason before the call.
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I don't remember looking throughmy gallery recently.
At the time, I had an older model cell phone because I
hadn't upgraded to a smartphone yet.
It was a simpler slider phone. Remember those?
I finished my business and walked back to my room.
I looked back down to my phone and I noticed 3 new video files
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in the gallery. They looked dark and I couldn't
really tell what it was. Now for those of you that don't
remember those phones, when you take a video with it, you have
to go to the camera function, press the record video button,
press enter, record the video, and when you click the button to
stop recording, it doesn't automatically stop and save the
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recording. It asks if you want to save or
delete it and you have to physically choose the option you
want. If you click save, you are then
prompted to name the file and then click save.
I have a point to why I'm telling you the function of my
phone. When I clicked on the first
video, I couldn't tell what it was, but I continued to watch.
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I started to hear mumbling and whimpering so I put my ear back
down to the phone to listen harder.
It started to get louder and it sounded like me.
I felt my blood go cold when I heard myself beginning to
whimper and audibly cry like I was in pain mumbling about
please don't hurt my daddy and please stop.
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I couldn't understand most of itbut I sounded terrified.
I looked at the screen and I canfinally see the backlight of the
TV on my face. Barely.
I could make out that I look like I'm asleep, but in a really
bad dream. I was moving from side to side,
making these noises and terrified whimpers, screaming
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every little bit or so. The video ended and I
immediately clicked the next one.
It was the same thing, only thistime I realized that whoever or
whatever was holding my phone and recording me was right
directly above my face. They would have had to stretch
out their arms very far over theedge of the king size bed to
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achieve this angle or be standing on the bed above me.
The phone kept moving into my face, close up, not zooming,
physically moving right in frontof my face.
I was even more terrified in this video and my pain seemed
louder. The third one was the exact same
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only I was screaming bloody murder in this one and the TV
was up very loud in the state I found it when I woke up earlier.
It was like I was stuck in a nightmare and I could see the
tears rolling down my face as the video abruptly stopped.
I reached up and felt my hair matted to my forehead and cheeks
where I had tears and sweat dry.I couldn't understand what was
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happening. The reason I told you how that
particular phone works was because there was no way I
filmed myself in my sleep and was able to fumble my way
through all of the crap to do onthat phone.
It's not complicated if you're awake, but even in a sleep state
I deem that impossible. The titles of the videos were
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99919992 and 9999. I couldn't even fathom what was
happening and all I could do is stare at my phone.
I felt like someone was watchingme the whole time I was going
through this, enjoying it. There was no one in the house
and none of my friends would break into my house, record
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this, put it in the bathroom, and then leave.
There's just no way. I found my cat hiding in the
closet, terrified out of her mind for some reason.
I scooped her up, put her in hercarrier, and hauled to my
friend's house. When I told my dad and
boyfriend, they said it was probably a prank or maybe an
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intruder. All of the doors were closed and
locked, no windows broken or open.
I felt like an idiot for suggesting it was anything but
explainable. They knew I wasn't going back in
that house, so we found an apartment and moved out within
three days. While we were unpacking, I found
that camera from the New Orleanstrip.
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I had uploaded them on my laptopso I quickly deleted them when I
freaked myself out thinking about it, but I didn't delete it
from my camera. It's been three years since this
happened and I still have night terrors and crazy little things
happen. My boyfriend is now my husband
and I'm wondering if maybe I brought something back with me
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that day and NOLA. Did I catch something in my
camera and it clung to me? I don't know.
I try not to think about it too much or I freak myself out
again. Like I said, I still have things
happen. For example, I closed my laptop
while I was writing this to go take a shower.
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When I came back it was open. Thanks Ghost.
I guess they just want their story told.
I constantly feel watched and hear random noises and not being
able to find the source. Friends who know this story
suggest I do EVP or electronic voice phenomenon, but I refuse
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to ever do a recorder session asI'm terrified to listen to what
they may have to say. Well there it is.
I would send in those videos too, but I'm not prepared to let
strangers hear me be in that much pain.
Believe me or not, I see people talk crap on these videos saying
they're fake. Usually I agree but I'm a
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hypocrite. This really happened.
I don't care. Just be careful what you bring
home, whether it be a stray animal, a stray one night stand
or a stray ghost. Pleasant dreams.
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All right, this is going to sound crazy.
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I'll admit it. If I heard this and it wasn't my
own story, I probably wouldn't believe it happened.
But this is 100% true. You'll just have to take my word
for. It I was at a.
Friend of a friend's birthday party the summer after our last
year of middle school. It was a warm, clear night.
I didn't know the birthday girl personally, as again, she was a
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friend of a friend. The party consisted of a huge
game of sardines in her huge backyard.
I'll describe the yard more in detail as it'll assist in
painting a better picture in your head as to what I
experienced. She lived on what could arguably
be described as a small ranch. The backyard consisted of about
40 to 50 yards of lawn before gradually ascending up a hill
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where a thick forest started. The hill was untouched land with
trees, rocks and bushes. In the middle of the hill ran a
stream about two or three feet wide on the left side of the
backyard. Down on the lawn was a barn, a
classic red one with a hay loft and everything.
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Her back patio had cafe lights strung on the border with a fire
pit in the corner. These details seem overbearing,
but they will all be important later on in the story, I
promise. The game of sardines started
with two seekers. The rest of the group, around 30
kids, sprinted through the backyard looking for hiding
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places while the seekers countedto 64.
Kids and I decided to hide together and deemed that the top
of the hill, right along the forest's edge would be our best
bet. We sprinted up the hill, dodging
rocks and ducking trees, and finally got to the top.
We jumped behind the first line of brush and turned to face the
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back of the house. Though far away, we could see
the seekers running through the backyard.
They had begun their search. Keep in mind, with us facing the
yard, our backs were turned to the thick dark forest on the
edge of her property. After about 5 minutes of hiding,
Jay, one of my friends I was hiding with, claimed he had
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heard rustling behind us coming from the forest.
We looked back only to see nothing and started teasing Jay
about being a wuss or a baby or whatever, though I can't
remember. I bet we were as scared as he
was just trying to look brave infront of the two girls who had
hidden with us. Only a mere 30 seconds or so
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after the first false alarm, Jayclaimed to hear more rustling,
though this time we all heard it.
We looked behind us into the thick, dark rustling forest and
saw what I can only describe as the most confusing, yet
horrifying thing I have ever seen.
Standing about 15 yards into thewood line stood a grown man.
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He seemed to be about 6-2 or sixthree, though there was a catch.
He was wearing a Bunny suit. A full on Easter Bunny type
Bunny suit. It took a second or two for me
and my friends to process what we were seeing, and right when
we were done processing he started running towards us.
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We couldn't believe it. After about a second delay of
internally freaking out at the situation at hand, we all
started sprinting down the hill.Though not as dense as the
forest we were running from, we had to actively dodge and avoid
trees and bushes. I was the second farthest from
the Bunny man, having one of my friends in front of me with Jay
and the two others behind me. After clearing the stream, my
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nails curled as I heard a screamfrom behind me.
I looked back only to feel my heart drop.
The Bunny man had grabbed Jay. He was trying to drag him back
up the hill. Miraculously, Jay was able to
shake himself free. Jay played football and was the
biggest kid in our grade, so he was able to loosen himself free
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somewhat easily. We sprinted back to the house as
fast as we could, screaming as we went.
We were yelling for everyone to get back to the house, that
there was an immediate threat, and that we were in danger.
Luckily, the panic in our voiceswas genuine enough that the rest
of the group listened and followed us back into the
kitchen. We gathered everyone and
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counted, making sure we didn't leave anyone outside with
whoever was in that horrible costume.
Once everything died down, I hadonly started to catch my breath
when I heard the one line that still sticks with me to this
day. Someone piped up and timidly
asked. Where's Sadie?
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Sadie was the birthday girl who I didn't know that well.
After the question was asked, everyone started desperately
looking around the kitchen living room area looking for
what they knew wasn't there. Sadie was still outside
somewhere. The boys in the group, including
myself, decided that we would split up into groups of three or
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four and go out looking for Sadie.
We thought we were tough crap. A group of 18 or so hormonally
driven teenagers with something to prove to the girls inside the
house. We had to be tough guys who
weren't scared of anything. I am not sure the facade worked.
My group was assigned to the hill.
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We searched everywhere, behind trees, between bushes, calling
out Sadie's name and flashing our flashlights everywhere we
could. After about 3 minutes of
searching, we heard a loud optimistic.
We got her. We found her.
We sprinted back down the hill, going buck 20, itching to know
where she was and if she was OK.After we all met up in the
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middle of the backyard. Everything became clear.
After everything died down, thisis what happened from Sadie's
point of view. Sadie had hidden by herself in
the barn. To the left of the main doors
was a pile of squared hay. Sadie had hidden behind the
pile, covering herself with loose hay she had found on the
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floor in order to conceal herself.
She said that for the main part,nobody had really gotten close
to her hiding place. Why didn't she come out when we
yelled at her? She thought it was a decoy to
draw herself out of her hiding place.
A little shaken, but overall OK,we all walked back to the house
to regroup and retell to the girls in the house what had
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happened. I wish it ended there.
About 20 minutes later, when we were all, for the most part,
calmed down, we were sitting on the couch talking about
everything and anything. At this point, a good amount of
the kids had gone home, whether forced by curfew or at their own
will due to the fears of the Bunny man.
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So it was down to me, Sadie, andthree or four other people.
Out of nowhere, Sadie spoke up. You know, now that I think about
it, you guys did almost catch me.
I would have had no idea, as I was a hider myself, but the two
seekers from the game of Sardines were still at Sadie's
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house. They both admitted to her that
they did venture into the barn and that they must have missed
her. Sadie then said this.
I knew the screaming to go inside was a decoy.
Somewhat confused at her statement, we urged her to
elaborate. Don't play dumb, she told the
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Seekers. I heard you guys come in about
two minutes after I heard the yelling.
You guys were looking everywherefor me and actually walked up
right next to my hiding spot before walking away.
For some reason that's when you guys almost caught me.
It took a minute for us to process what she said, but then
it clicked. We were all inside 2 minutes
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after we had been yelling and everyone was accounted for
except for Sadie, so nobody would have been outside when
Sadie claimed that they would have been.
That left one possibility, Sadiewasn't close to being caught by
us. Sadie was close to being caught
by whoever was in that Bunny costume.
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Whoever that was had walked up right next to her hiding place.
If he had moved the loose hay, or even moved one block of type
hay, he would have found her andheaven knows what would have
happened next. But that was all in the past.
We were all inside now, safe andbehind locked doors.
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My mom came shortly afterwards to pick me up, and on the drive
home I realized something I hadn't realized before.
As I was looking out the window thinking about the events of the
night, I realized that I was watching field and farmland fly
by. Sadie's nearest neighbor was 2
miles away from her house. She lived in a very, very rural
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part of town. It may seem like a small detail
that should easily be thrown to the side, but to me it
illustrated A glaring and disturbing circumstance.
The Bunny man could not have been a neighbor, family friend,
or neighborhood teenager lookingfor entertainment.
The closest house to Sadie's was2 miles away.
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This was no teenager trying to scare younger kids or creepy
adults on some power trip. This was a man in the middle of
the forest, late at night, 2 miles away from any sort of
other civilization, stalking andchasing us.
To this day the Bunny man has not been identified or found.
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And now that I'm telling this, all the details are coming back
and I'm remembering just how scary and traumatizing that
night was for my 14 year old mind.
This happened at the school I went to in the Philippines which
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was a local Catholic one but notthat strict to describe where it
happened. My classroom that time was at
the end of the hallway located at the first floor.
It also was across our mini library where our kind librarian
sits. Behind the door beside the
library were the bathrooms for girls and boys.
The girls bathroom is bigger with three cubicles inside of
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it. The boys bathroom was just an
entire bathroom without a cubicle.
It's way back in 2003. I was in 3rd grade.
It happened during the summertime, 2:00 or 3:00 in the
afternoon. We had an ongoing class at that
time in that classroom. When I excused myself to go to
the bathroom, I walked across the hallway and reached the
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girls bathroom. Just a brief description of how
the bathroom looked When you enter, a big dirty scratchy
mirror on the wall will welcome you.
Beneath it was a clogged and dirty sink.
Beside the sink were the cubicles, three of them made of
soft aluminum material. The locks on the doors were
broken. This is an important detail, so
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when I entered the bathroom, I was the only one inside, no
other students around. All the doors of the cubicles
were wide open. I am the usual scaredy cat girl,
so I went inside the first cubicle.
Since the locks were broken, I just held the door while going
to the bathroom so if anyone entered, they would know I was
there. As I was finishing my business,
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a sudden gust of wind entered the bathroom and I felt someone,
a presence, had entered. I waited for that someone to
enter one of the cubicles, but nothing happened.
I was clueless, but I heard the faucet in the third cubicle open
and water was flowing. I, without thinking too much,
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peeped below the cubicles. There was no one, no feet,
nothing. Just water flowing.
I freaked out. So I hurriedly fixed my uniform
and when I was trying to open the door, it would not open.
Remember, the lock was broken, so just a little nudge would
open it, but it was not moving. I was hysterical.
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I was punching the door so hard that I put dents in it.
I was screaming, crying, really,really scared.
I tried kicking the door but it just wouldn't budget.
I screamed loud, my throat was getting sore until my teacher
and the librarian rushed inside.They opened the door mind you
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without any issue. I was dumbfounded and they asked
me what had happened and I told them everything.
They just stared at each other and gave me a fame but worried
laugh and helped me to get back to class.
It was the scariest feeling I ever felt because I felt
helpless, trapped. I remember stories of other
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students seeing ghosts and such at that school.
Some say that the school was initially rice plains where
salvage bodies were usually thrown, so I guess that can
explain if it's all true. 18 years passed and that memory is
still as clear as glass. I hope nothing like this ever
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happens to me again. To preface, I recently passed my
driver's test and got my license, meaning I can now work
as a part time delivery service for my parents.
I honestly don't mind. I honestly don't mind, however,
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as there's something peaceful about the freedom of driving
somewhere with simply yourself and a good playlist.
On this particular night, my dadasked me to pick up a few
groceries from a halal store such as fish and Indian Sweets.
The drive was around 30 minutes and I left around 6:30 and by
the time I arrived, the place was getting ready to close.
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Thankfully, the store owner has known us for almost 9 years as
we frequent that location for food that you can't find at a
local grocery store. As I was waiting for them to
slice the fish into pieces and bag it up, I stepped out to take
a call. As I finished, I watched as a
woman seemingly appeared from the bus stop and began making
her way towards me. She seemed panicked as if she
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was on the run from someone and was wearing a tattered blue
raincoat despite it being almost90° at sunset.
She slowly walked up to me and asked in a laboured tone.
Hi Sir, do you have any change? I'm trying to get away from
someone just as I assumed. Now, I can understand if some
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people find my decision to be a bit rude and possibly an
instigator for the events. I'm someone who believes in
helping people but also understands the risk of helping
strangers whose intentions aren't as clear.
Instead of handing her money, I recommended that she go inside
and ask the owner if he could help her and that maybe he would
be willing to get her help for her situation.
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She defeatedly looked at me and said in an almost sarcastic
tone. OK, thanks for the help I guess.
Despite her slightly condescending mannerism, I was
willing to believe that something was wrong and just
brushed it off and hoped that the people inside could help.
I watched as she almost unnaturally went from a look of
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dissatisfaction to a look for a plea for help.
I watched as she asked the ownerfor change and told him a quick
spiel about her situation. But this is where things took a
turn for the worst. The owner said something and her
face turned from sadness to purehatred and she said something
along the lines of you people have no care for others,
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pointing angrily at the owner and a few surrounding customers
and stormed out the back. I quickly went inside and just
paid the owner for the fish not wanting to question him about
what happened. As I was walking over to my car,
I thought I saw a figure in bluedash across to get behind my
car. I knew for a fact now that this
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lady was probably having issues with something else, and I began
to move much more slowly, facingthe direction in which I thought
I had seen her duck behind the car.
Nothing. Thoroughly weirded out, I jumped
in my car and started down the road.
As I was pulling out of the parking lot, I watched as a
white Ford van pulled up behind me, almost tailgating.
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I looked in my rear view mirror.I not only saw that Lady, but in
the driver's seat sat a bulky man with a bald head and a beard
almost resembling that of a crazy wrestler or bodybuilder.
The look of anger in their eyes is what haunts me the most.
Thinking about it, I realized that I was now stuck in traffic
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with these crazies sitting mere inches behind me, so I knew I
had to do something. I didn't want to drive on the
highway. I quickly made a beeline for the
first exit as the light turned green and the big van screeched
behind me as I began speeding toalmost 80 mph, praying that I
wouldn't lose control. I kept looking back only to see
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them just as close as they had been before.
I watched as they kept trying tosignal to move into the lane
next to mine but kept missing their timing which seemed to
make the guy angrier. At this point it had been almost
10 minutes that I was travellingthese random interstates and had
almost no clue what was happening.
I knew I had to find an exit andfind one quick because the last
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thing I wanted was for my parents to start worrying and
for the roads to start getting more vacant.
Also pair this with the fact that I was going almost 100 mph
and it was impending. Recipe for disaster.
Just then I saw my chance to getout.
My phone alerted me to an exit that led right back on the main
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roads, which if I was able to make it on them, it would be
easier for me to lose the psychos.
I hatched my plan to trick the driver into thinking I was
surrendering, but in truth I wasgoing to make a daring escape
for a really good attempt at oneat least.
I baited the van into thinking Iwas about to turn into the left
lane. I saw an exit about a mile ahead
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and realized that if I could turn onto it at the last second,
I could be free from this mess. So bracing myself for what could
be a serious accident, I near swerved my car into the Subaru
next to me and barely made it onto the main road again without
a scratch. My nightmare was over.
I hightailed it home while constantly staring in my rear
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view mirror out of pure paranoiathat I hadn't lost them and that
they were going to follow me home.
Thankfully I made it home safe without my parents questioning
me and I am now able to share this truly gut wrenching
experience with everyone. It's safe to say I'll have my
eyes in the back of my head nexttime I go to get groceries after
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6:00. The following story is true and
took place on Thanksgiving Day in 2019.
During this time I was 22. I was staying with a friend for
a couple of months after I had aphysical dispute with my father.
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We did not get along. As I grew into adulthood, he had
certain expectations for my future, but my mind was set on a
different path. I was in a vulnerable state and
I desperately wanted to get rid of these feelings of anger and
loneliness. I normally spent Thanksgiving at
home, so this year was a bit different for me.
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As the night approached, my friend Valerie left to attend
dinner at her grandparents house.
She planned to stay there for a few days.
Because of this, Valerie expected me to go home until she
came back, but she also wanted me to go so that I could mend my
differences with my dad. However, I dreaded going back
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home to face him, so instead, I accepted an invitation from
someone to go to a party. A little background information,
the person who invited me was anolder gentleman named Jerry who
I've known for a few years. When I worked as a bartender, he
would order a drink and we wouldhave casual conversation.
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He disguised himself as a guardian, gave me advice, and
would occasionally hand me an envelope with several $100 in
it. He seemed really kind.
He admired that I was in collegeand still managed to work a full
time job. His energy was genuine.
But don't get me wrong, there was always a thought in the back
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of my mind that told me he maneuvered with an ulterior
motive. Prior to this party, Jerry and I
have always communicated with each other.
Only at the bar. When he invited me to the party,
he did not explain the details and he sounded a bit frantic
over the phone. Nonetheless, I showered, got
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dressed, and headed outside to wait for him to pick me up.
As Jerry pulled into the driveway I could see him through
his car window either talking tosomeone or to himself, I could
not tell. I get inside of the car and
shoot him a quick glance. His eyes were bloodshot red.
On our way to the party, Jerry and I discuss our lives and
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what's been going on with us. He asked me about school and I
asked him about his job. I'm not sure exactly what Jerry
does in his personal life, but he always seems to be paranoid
and on edge. Anytime I would ask him
something he would fidget with asteering wheel and shoot me
awkward glances. His hands gripped the wheel
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tightly as he speed down the road.
I believe he was on something. Jerry hands me a white envelope
as we pull into the driveway of the location.
After arriving we enter a house and immediately I see at least
40 to 50 people of all ages, sexand race talking and performing
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risque acts. I walk further into the crowd, I
can feel the eyes of men and women stare me down in interest.
Jerry grabs my shoulder from behind and asks me if I'm
comfortable. He claimed he wanted to show me
a different part of his lifestyle.
I assured him that I would be OK, even though I felt
completely awkward at that point.
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I was nervous. I was not expecting to be put in
a situation like this, but I wasgoing to make the best of it
while I could. Red silhouette lights beam down
from the ceiling as I move past the crowd and into the dining
room. To relax my nerves.
I get an alcoholic beverage froma pitcher in the kitchen and sit
down in the dining room. After about 10 minutes, I head
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to the bathroom upstairs and come back down.
When I'm done, I drink the rest of my beverage and go into the
kitchen to get some more. All of a sudden I start to feel
dizzy. My heart was beginning to beat
faster than normal, my body temperature was increasing, and
the room around me appeared blurry.
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Something wasn't right. A woman with long blonde hair
sitting next to me in the diningroom whispered in my ear and
asked me if I was OK. I told her that I thought
something was wrong. I felt weird.
She shook her head in disappointment and went into the
living room to approach Jerry. I could not tell what she was
saying to him, but I assume she was telling him to go talk to me
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because she continuously kept pointing her finger in my
direction. I prayed in my head that they
would hurry and finish their conversation because a guy kept
staring at me from the couch in the living room.
He was completely nude and was smoking some sort of pipe.
He winked at me and smiled as heblew out smoke from his last
hit. I was completely turned off.
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Moments later, Jerry walks over to me and we begin to talk for a
few minutes. I convinced him to Take Me Home.
He kept trying to get me to stayat the party, but I told him
that I felt nauseous and I was not having a good time.
This was the red flag. He eventually gave up and began
to drive me back to my friend's place.
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While he was driving, I sat in the back seat instead of the
passenger seat. I felt waves of euphoria passing
through my body, but I also feltthis overwhelming sense of dread
and nervousness. Whatever I had drank was more
than just alcohol. We approached my friend's house.
I noticed that Jerry drives right past it.
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I asked him repeatedly to turn around and take me back.
He doesn't say a word. I can see his red eyes staring
at me through the rear view window.
He looked angry. At this point I was beyond
terrified. I start screaming at him to let
me out of the car but he refusedto hear my plea.
There was only one option for meto escape.
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I had to jump out of the car. I noticed that my car door did
not have a child lock so all I had to do was plan where I was
going to jump out. I waited until he reached a red
light and when he did I ran out of the car quickly leaving the
door swinging open. I ran as fast as I could down
the block and reminded myself inmy head to not look back.
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The sound of his voice echoed down the street as I got farther
away from him. When I got to my friend's house,
I remembered that I did not havea key and I was not supposed to
be there. I looked around to see if anyone
was watching me. When the coast became clear, I
climbed into the living room window, closed it back up, and
ran upstairs. Before I could even enter the
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bedroom, I passed out on the hallway floor.
I woke up in the middle of the night crying and upset about
what took place on Thanksgiving.At that moment, I decided to put
my differences to the side with my father and I went back home.
I learned that you cannot run away from your problems because
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they will eventually come back or another one will arise.
Winter of 2013 in Phoenix, AZ. I worked in the shipping
department of a small warehouse facility.
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I am a stocky male, so the company tasked me with boxing
products and loading pallets forshipping early in the morning.
I was the first to arrive most days at 4:30 AM and I was alone
most of the time until 6:00 AM. Because of this, I had to unlock
the entrance and deactivate the security alarm.
There were security cameras, butthey had had major blind spots
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caused by some concrete pillars for the desert.
It was a chilly mid-december morning.
I arrived to work as usual around 4:30 AM.
The ground was wet from a light rain, scenting the air with mud.
I parked and turned off my car and noticed something in the
distance. There appeared to be a man
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pacing back and forth. He would walk about 10 feet,
turn around, and then walk rightback.
I would guess he was roughly 40 yards away from me.
There was very little light so Icouldn't make out any
distinguishing features apart from him wearing a heavy white
down jacket. There is a gas station not too
far away so I figured he was just another customer.
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After a few moments I reasoned he was either on his cell phone
or listening to music, so I got out of my car and headed to the
entrance to work. As I approached the door I heard
heavy sprinting footsteps closing in on me fast.
I turned around to look, it was the same person I saw pacing.
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I must have startled him as he abruptly stopped.
He acted as if he didn't think Iwould turn around.
He was about my height, maybe 180 lbs, wearing dark jeans and
Gray gloves with weathered and dirty white shoes.
Now this sounds impossible, but this is what I saw and I assure
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you it's accurate. His white down jacket was pulled
all the way up over his head. Let me be clear, his thick
jacket was pulled up over his head, covering his entire face.
I don't know how he could see anything when he was sprinting
to me. Even with his jacket blocking
his face, I could feel his eyes were somehow locked onto me.
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To this day, I still ask myself how this guy was able to do
this. We faced off at each other like
we were in a standoff, but therewas something more, something
that still remains in my mind and still causes a haunting
feeling in me even today. His breathing.
His breathing was so angry and full of rage like he was getting
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ready to charge me. This odd, covered from head to
toe threatening guy was standing10 feet from me breathing like
he hated me and wanted me dead. I stood there thinking this is
it. I'm going to get.
Robbed, shot or stabbed. He's going to pull out a weapon.
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As soon as I thought this, he suddenly reached into his jacket
and I felt my stomach churn. I could not get to safety at
this point. He was between me and my car and
he could reach me before I couldunlock the door and get inside.
I was unarmed. I had a moment where I thought
this was the end of my life and felt for the first time.
What it was like. To think you're going to die.
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I fully expected him to pull outa weapon from his coat and
attack me, but rather he spoke. Muffled through his jacket.
What are you doing? Adrenaline had frozen me in
place, but I responded, standingmy ground.
I'm just going to work. What are you doing?
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He answered back. Swiftly, I'm just checking this
out. Then he took his hands out of
his pockets, turned and began running away with his jacket
still up over his head. I got inside and locked the door
behind me, feeling relieved. I don't know what became of him
and to this day I still wonder how he was able to see me with
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that thick jacket over his face.And the sound of his angry
breathing remains A fearful memory.
Now I thought of calling the police.
However, after the shock of the incident wore off, I reasoned
the guy didn't really do. Anything to me.
He didn't actually threaten me, show a weapon, say something
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intimidating or anything like that.
Sure he was unsettling, but he really didn't commit a crime
other than being intimidating and suspicious.
Even if I did call the police, Iimagined the incident would be
low priority and the guy would be long gone by the time the
police investigated. I put the ordeal out of my mind
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and did my work. Later that day I shared the
story with some of my Co workers.
Many believed the guy was going to rob me but then changed his
mind. Some thought the guy was on
something and just acting weird.The security camera footage only
caught a small portion of the incident due to the blind spots.
I'm not sure what to think so I would like to ask you, what do
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you think this guy was up to? Do you think he was going to rob
me? Was he just on something?
Do you think he was crazy but harmless?
I went to a party one night and was told by my mother to be home
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at a certain time or the door would be locked and we didn't
have an extra key. So off to the party I went and
it was a banger, drinks and lotsof friends.
I didn't want to leave. By the time I left it was one or
two AM and I knew I was going tobe locked out of my mom's house
and she was going to be upset inthe morning if I woke her up.
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So I pulled around back where I parked my car.
I got out and checked the back door.
Crap locked. I staggered around to the front,
crap locked. Now I'm screwed and going to
have to spend the night in my car.
So I laid the seat back, grabbedan old sweater out of the back
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to cover up with, and sighed. Being locked out sucks.
During the night I woke up hearing footsteps, so I poked my
head up and looked around. I didn't see anything at first
so I laid back down, but I couldn't shake the feeling that
something was up and was too afraid to get out of the car.
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I reached over and locked my doors and heard the footsteps
again poked my head up and againfroze.
There was a shadowy figure creeping around my house.
I watched as he walked around, looking into the windows and
checking to see if he could openthem.
I had no cell phone and no way to warn my mom.
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Who was inside? Asleep.
My heart was jackhammering in mychest as I thought of what to
do. I sat up a little higher to
watch as he walked around the front of my house going to the
front door. I leaned forward following his
progress and bumped my steering wheel and a very loud honk
sounded, scaring the heck out ofme.
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It must have woke up my mom because the porch light came on
and she stood on the porch looking furious, so I ran up to
her screaming to get back into the house, that there was a man
outside trying to get in. As soon as we got back inside, I
ran into my mom's room and grabbed her weapon and a
flashlight, instructing her to call the cops.
I went back outside, weapon and flashlight in hand.
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The man was nowhere to be found.We waited for the cops to show
up and when they did they told us there had been a couple guys
from a jail nearby that had escaped that day and that they
had been looking for them and for us to keep our doors locked
tight. They never found the man I saw
that night, but the escapees were caught weeks later 100
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miles away. I'm so thankful my mom locked me
out of the house that night. I can't imagine what would have
happened if we both have been inside and asleep.
It was a cold. Afternoon in early December, I
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was walking home from school at around 5:00 PM due to sports.
I live in Colorado and during the winter, temperatures can hit
to a single digit or lower. Even though I had multiple
layers of coats on, I still felta cold shiver run throughout my
back. I shivered every other minute as
the path home seemed to stretch on forever.
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The path I am told to take by myparents runs along the outside
of a dense forest area. It is extremely inconvenient
that the school I was attending at the time was on the opposite
side of my neighborhood. Ever since I was little, my
parents always told me to never cross through the centre of the
woods. They never specified why, and
anytime I asked they would uncomfortably change the
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subject. Knowing darn well that I had a
long time before I would make ithome, I chose to make the
biggest mistake of my life. As I walked, I blankly thought
about taking a shortcut through the woods to save time and
energy, but the only thing that held me back was how heavily my
parents stressed me to not. My cold, wet boots from the snow
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and my numb fingers caused me tothink about the more efficient
way to get home rather than a safer, longer way.
I looked to the sky. I thought for a moment about how
long it would be before the sunset.
Based on my memory, I believed Ihad enough time to cut through
and make it back home before thesun disappeared over the
horizon. I then looked into the woods and
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took a deep breath before walking in.
Nothing strange happened most ofthe trip, and if anything, it
felt only peaceful having the birds chirping and the breeze
brushing the pine needles. About halfway through, I noticed
that the sun was already starting to set and that my
calculations were not too accurate.
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I didn't panic because I knew I was close to home by the sound
of the cars ahead. I am not 100% sure why, but I
began to get the urge to just run.
I accused my body of being foolish and that there was no
boogeyman chasing me. But as I continued, the urge did
not subside. Every part of my body told me to
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run, and that's what I did. I ran as fast as my cold limbs
could, and for some insane reason I believed I heard
another pair of footsteps behindme.
When a glimpse of light from nearby houses appeared, I ran
faster. I leaped into some random
person's backyard and stopped tocatch my breath.
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As I looked behind me, I saw a pale white faced man on all
fours crawling slowly back into the woods, dead black eye
staring right into my soul. My eyes swelled with tears and I
walked through the lit concrete sidewalk the entire way home.
When I arrived, I didn't tell myparents of the encounter, but
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they seemed to be more worried about me than usual.
Over time I began to forget about it, but whenever I looked
into the woods from my window, Isometimes see the man watching,
observing from a distance. I'm too afraid to tell my
parents, but I also don't think I can keep it a secret for much
longer. Hopefully the man will get bored
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or find a new victim. Just please let him leave me
alone. OK, so I guess in all stories
you need to start with a little background.
I live about 20 minutes outside of New Orleans, LA, home to all
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of the Creeps and Rice novels and paranormal lore.
I grew up with it. I've grown to distinguish
between tourist trap Spooks and the real deal quote UN quote so
to speak. Being here has ironically made
me even more the hard nosed skeptic.
New Orleans is a place where when you step onto the centuries
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old cobblestone roads and see old buildings mixed into modern
structures, you feel how different it is.
The history, tragedy, and the joy of the last centuries
permeates the air. It almost vibrates.
If you've never visited, I can'texplain this unique experience
and vibe that I've never felt anywhere else.
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If you're into history, I highlysuggest you visit sometime in
your life. That being said, the paranormal
never really scared me. I believe in a lot of things.
I also believe that there are a lot of things that we can't
explain and that we're not supposed to be able to explain.
My family and I always go to NewOrleans many times a year.
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My step grandmother, God rest her soul, who is Native
American, always told me that I have a beacon aura and that I've
always been a magnet for things not of this world.
Great thing to tell an 8 year old Tom.
I digress. At any rate, I never understood
what she meant until a few yearsago.
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It all started when my then boyfriend's family came down to
visit. We always take everyone to the
French Quarter to do all of the touristy things it has to offer.
They have dozens of would be professional tours.
We decided to shell out the money to take a trolley
paranormal tour. The Quarter is big after all,
and I was already in a foul mood.
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We started at Saint Louis cemetery #1 where the most
notorious voodoo priestesses buried and where Nicolas Cage
has reserved the monuments to beburied in.
Same old, same old, but they were into it.
Another thing that's unique about this city is that all of
the graves are built above ground, with the bodies being
placed in crypts. Because we can't bury our dead
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below ground due to being below sea level.
It just adds to the creep factor.
We went to a few more stops before we came to the oldest
Jewish cemetery in Nola. Surprisingly, I've never been
there before. It was almost 6:00 PM and the
sun was almost down. The cemetery had closed earlier
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so we couldn't go in the gates. It had been my birthday a few
days earlier and my boyfriend's family got me a brand new
digital camera. I tried to take some pictures
through the iron gate at the front, as I really love old
headstones. I'm weird, don't judge me.
The tourist lady kept on with her story about the place.
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She said that the cemetery had alot of lost souls as it was made
to be segregated during World War 2.
Sad I wasn't paying close attention.
We went around to the side of itwith a six foot Stonewall.
After she finished we started tohead back to the trolley.
I don't know why I did this, butI turned around from our group
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and ran back to the wall. I am a short girl so I got up on
my tip toes and reached my camera over the wall to get a
picture of the cemetery. I couldn't see what I was taking
a picture of as I just lifted mycamera over the wall and pressed
the button blindly. I only took one picture, just
one. I didn't look at it until we all
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got back on the trolley. My boyfriend asked me to see the
picture I had taken of him in front of the gate.
I flipped through until I got tothe one over the wall.
My stomach sank down to the floor and I know I went 3 shades
wider even though I'm Irish and already extremely pale.
My boyfriend asked me what was wrong.
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I didn't say anything and just showed him the picture.
He looked at it and shook his head, doing a double take.
The picture was of the cemetery over the wall and in the middle
of the picture was a huge blue and purple jagged streak.
It was creepy. It wasn't the sun because it was
already behind the horizon and there were no St. lights.
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The couple in front of us asked to see it and that led to the
whole trolley wanting to see. The tourist lady was shocked and
asked if I would e-mail it to them to put on their website.
I tried to brush it off but I couldn't shake the weird off me.
After we finished the tour, we decided to take them to the
oldest bar in Nola for a drink. It's an old pirate bar.
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Cool right? Well it's not very big and the
back of the bar is pitch black with a few candles.
After we finished, we were talking about where to eat.
As we're about to get up, I suddenly feel a huge shove on my
back. It knocked me to the floor.
I jumped up quickly, mad at my boyfriend for pushing me.
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I was like what the heck, I was moving.
Was I not fast enough? It was dark but I could see his
face and he wasn't laughing. Babe, I didn't push you, did you
trip? Are you OK?
I was so mad thinking he was just messing with me because I
knew that I was pushed hard. I stomped out fuming.
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I calmed down after a while and met them at the restaurant.
I apologized and tried to rationalize again.
We finished our night and went home.
My boyfriend's family left a fewdays later and thought nothing
more about my experience. A week later I started having
weird things happen at our house.
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My dad was living with my boyfriend tonight at the time.
Odd things happened like findinglights on when we knew they were
turned off, our laptops being opened when we know we shut them
earlier, cabinets being opened randomly.
We even watched a night light inthe kitchen go on and off a few
times while we were in the bedroom.
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We tried to brush all this off like we tried to do back in New
Orleans, but this was child's play.
One night we were cooking dinnerand I went to get my phone from
our bedroom. I was laughing at our
conversation, looking at my dad when I stepped into our room and
when I turned my head back towards the front I was startled
when I saw a huge black figure in the corner near the window.
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The room was bright with our lamps and TV on so I know what I
saw. It scared me so bad that I
screamed and fell backwards ontothe floor.
My dad and boyfriend came running over to me asking if I
was OK. I was not OK.
It freaked me out and I refused to stay by myself after.
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I wish this was the end of my story.
I wish one morning I had to be by myself as everyone was at
work. I tried to chill and cook my
breakfast. It was quiet and I was getting
out my pan to cook eggs. All of a sudden I hear a huge
bang. I dropped my pan and looked
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around bewildered trying to figure out what it was.
I found my air conditioner coveralmost ripped off the hinges.
It had a lock on it and it was bent backwards like it was
pulled out with a pair of pliers.
I ran out of the house and refused to go back until my dad
got off. Then that night my boyfriend and
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I went to bed and we must have been asleep for hours.
Around 3 AMI was woken straight up out of a dead sleep by a loud
guttural deep howl in my ear. It sounded like someone was
right in my ear. I sat up super fast, my heart
beating hard, breathing fast. I look over to wake my boyfriend
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up but he was already awake. He was sporting the same
terrified look on his face. We just looked at each other
wide eyed. He whispered.
Did you hear that too? I was shocked.
He had the same eardrum splitting screen in his ear too.
We didn't sleep the rest of the night.
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Then a week later I get up to goto the bathroom.
Our room is pitch black during the day because we both worked
nights and slept during the day so we have dark curtains and no
lights. If we get up we can't see if the
other is still in bed unless we reach and feel for the other.
When I walk out of the room I see my boyfriend and dad leaning
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against the wall across from thebathroom.
The door to the only bathroom inour home was closed shut.
Both of them just stared at me dumbfounded.
I was like what? Who's in the bathroom?
They both just looked at the door and back at me.
My dad said we thought you were in there.
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We've been waiting to piss for over 30 minutes.
I was like well no I just woke up to P2.
My boyfriend lunges towards the door to open it and I could see
the light on under the door. He tried to open it but it was
locked. We had to get a butter knife to
turn the lock and open it. No one was in there.
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Even though this was so creepy, they both brushed it off saying
I probably just did it in my sleep.
Really guys? I sleepwalked, which I have
never done. Upset, left the lights on,
locked the knob and closed the door and went back to bed.
Right? Sure.
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Besides other little things, thelast experience of this story
was what made us move three dayslater after the bathroom
incident. I was staying at home alone for
a few days as they had gone on afishing trip.
I had to work, so I had to stay,albeit reluctantly.
I finally settled down to try and watch some TV in my bed
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before sleep. I don't remember going to sleep
that night. I don't even remember turning
off the TVI woke up around 3:00 AM again and the TV was blaring
loudly, much louder than I remember having it when I turned
it on. I shook my head feeling drowsy
trying to find my remote but I couldn't find it.
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I felt dizzy. I stood up and almost fell back
down. I turned on my lamp that I swore
I had left on when I fell asleep.
I looked around and the loud TV was disorienting.
I finally found the remote across the room.
Odd. Our room was extremely long as
it was a garage turned into a room.
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It was all the way on the opposite end from my bed.
I turned down the TV and looked around for my cat.
I couldn't find her. I went to go find my phone to
call my boyfriend to check on him, still thinking it was
early. I couldn't find my cell phone
either. I was so confused and still very
disoriented. I looked around for about 10
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minutes before I realized that Ihad to use the bathroom.
I stumbled into the restroom andwhile I was doing my business, I
jumped almost off the toilet at hearing my ringtone blare next
to me. After composing myself, I looked
down and there's my phone sitting on a pile of magazines.
The last time I saw it, it was next to me on my bed on the
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charger. I picked it up confused, and I
look at the missed call. It was from an unknown number so
I couldn't call it back. I was a bit taken aback that it
was so late at night when I clicked out of the call log to
message my boyfriend. I was taken to my photo gallery
as it was the last screen it wason before the call.
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I don't remember looking throughmy gallery recently.
At the time, I had an older model cell phone because I
hadn't upgraded to a smartphone yet.
It was a simpler slider phone. Remember those?
I finished my business and walked back to my room.
I looked back down to my phone and I noticed 3 new video files
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in the gallery. They looked dark and I couldn't
really tell what it was. Now for those of you that don't
remember those phones, when you take a video with it, you have
to go to the camera function, press the record video button,
press enter, record the video, and when you click the button to
stop recording, it doesn't automatically stop and save the
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recording. It asks if you want to save or
delete it and you have to physically choose the option you
want. If you click save, you are then
prompted to name the file and then click save.
I have a point to why I'm telling you the function of my
phone. When I clicked on the first
video, I couldn't tell what it was, but I continued to watch.
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I started to hear mumbling and whimpering so I put my ear back
down to the phone to listen harder.
It started to get louder and it sounded like me.
I felt my blood go cold when I heard myself beginning to
whimper and audibly cry like I was in pain mumbling about
please don't hurt my daddy and please stop.
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I couldn't understand most of itbut I sounded terrified.
I looked at the screen and I canfinally see the backlight of the
TV on my face. Barely.
I could make out that I look like I'm asleep, but in a really
bad dream. I was moving from side to side,
making these noises and terrified whimpers, screaming
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every little bit or so. The video ended and I
immediately clicked the next one.
It was the same thing, only thistime I realized that whoever or
whatever was holding my phone and recording me was right
directly above my face. They would have had to stretch
out their arms very far over theedge of the king size bed to
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achieve this angle or be standing on the bed above me.
The phone kept moving into my face, close up, not zooming,
physically moving right in frontof my face.
I was even more terrified in this video and my pain seemed
louder. The third one was the exact same
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only I was screaming bloody murder in this one and the TV
was up very loud in the state I found it when I woke up earlier.
It was like I was stuck in a nightmare and I could see the
tears rolling down my face as the video abruptly stopped.
I reached up and felt my hair matted to my forehead and cheeks
where I had tears and sweat dry.I couldn't understand what was
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happening. The reason I told you how that
particular phone works was because there was no way I
filmed myself in my sleep and was able to fumble my way
through all of the crap to do onthat phone.
It's not complicated if you're awake, but even in a sleep state
I deem that impossible. The titles of the videos were
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99919992 and 9999. I couldn't even fathom what was
happening and all I could do is stare at my phone.
I felt like someone was watchingme the whole time I was going
through this, enjoying it. There was no one in the house
and none of my friends would break into my house, record
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this, put it in the bathroom, and then leave.
There's just no way. I found my cat hiding in the
closet, terrified out of her mind for some reason.
I scooped her up, put her in hercarrier, and hauled to my
friend's house. When I told my dad and
boyfriend, they said it was probably a prank or maybe an
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intruder. All of the doors were closed and
locked, no windows broken or open.
I felt like an idiot for suggesting it was anything but
explainable. They knew I wasn't going back in
that house, so we found an apartment and moved out within
three days. While we were unpacking, I found
that camera from the New Orleanstrip.
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I had uploaded them on my laptopso I quickly deleted them when I
freaked myself out thinking about it, but I didn't delete it
from my camera. It's been three years since this
happened and I still have night terrors and crazy little things
happen. My boyfriend is now my husband
and I'm wondering if maybe I brought something back with me
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that day and NOLA. Did I catch something in my
camera and it clung to me? I don't know.
I try not to think about it too much or I freak myself out
again. Like I said, I still have things
happen. For example, I closed my laptop
while I was writing this to go take a shower.
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When I came back it was open. Thanks Ghost.
I guess they just want their story told.
I constantly feel watched and hear random noises and not being
able to find the source. Friends who know this story
suggest I do EVP or electronic voice phenomenon, but I refuse
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to ever do a recorder session asI'm terrified to listen to what
they may have to say. Well there it is.
I would send in those videos too, but I'm not prepared to let
strangers hear me be in that much pain.
Believe me or not, I see people talk crap on these videos saying
they're fake. Usually I agree but I'm a
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hypocrite. This really happened.
I don't care. Just be careful what you bring
home, whether it be a stray animal, a stray one night stand
or a stray ghost. Pleasant dreams.
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Yeah. Yeah.
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Yeah.
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