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I want to say thank you for being here and I really hope you
enjoy this episode. This story happened when I was a
kid, probably around 12 to 13. The story is based on something
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strange that happened to my younger sister that lasted a few
weeks. At the time she was about 9 or
10. Her bedroom was on the first
floor of the house facing the driveway, while mine was the
whole upstairs because we lived in a bungalow style house.
One night in the middle of the night, my sister wakes me up
from a dead sleep to tell me that someone is outside of her
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window whispering to her. This was in the summer and we
did not have central air at the time so she kept her window
open. I immediately asked if she told
my dad, who at the time was a police officer.
She told me that she was too scared to wake him up and if I
would please come check it out. So reluctantly I began to get
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out of bed and follow her downstairs to her room.
As I went in everything was normal.
She pointed to the window and told me to go look and listen.
As I looked outside there was nothing but a quiet St. and the
humming of a street light near our yard.
I told her she was probably dreaming and that she should go
back to sleep. She was scared but said OK.
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I went back to bed and nothing else happened that night.
A few nights had passed and I had totally forgotten about it
when suddenly I was awoken around 3:00 AM by my sister.
Again she told me the person wasback.
I said who is back? She told me that it was the
person from the other night whispering to her from outside
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the window. I asked her what they said to
her and she said they kept saying peace.
Me. Free.
At this point I was confused. That's not even a correct
sentence. What does that even mean?
I asked her if they had said anything else and she said no.
Just piece me free over and overin a child's voice.
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At this point I was starting to get scared.
I almost woke my dad up but figured I would just tell him
about it in the morning. Fast forward to the next
morning, I told my dad about what had happened and he told us
that he was sure it was nothing and that my sister must have
been dreaming. At first I agreed I didn't see
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or hear anything. She was just a kid and sometimes
kids have very vivid dreams. We left it at that even though I
knew she believed it to be real.At this point my sister was
afraid to sleep in her room. My dad told her to just keep the
window shut and she would be fine.
Unfortunately, keeping the window closed was going to be
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tough. We were in the middle of a hot
summer and with the window closed, it was almost 80° in her
room. No one could sleep in that kind
of heat, so she had no choice but to keep the window open.
She said that she heard the voice again after this a few
times, but was scared to tell anyone, even me for some reason.
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Now what happens next will not only be the end of this bizarre
saga, but we'll leave my sister and I scared to sleep at night
for quite a while. A couple nights later I was once
again woken up by my sister. This time she told me the voice
was not only telling her to peace me free, but to save me.
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Please. I had enough, so I went
downstairs and looked out her window to see a shadow running
towards the back of our house. A small shadow.
A child sized shadow. I couldn't make out any features
so I immediately ran to my parents room, woke up my dad and
told him that my sister heard the kid again and that I saw
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someone running to the back of our house up the driveway.
My dad instantly jumped out of bed and put on his robe, told us
to stay inside. He grabbed his weapon he kept in
the safe next to his bed. He then ran to the back of the
house where a sliding glass doorleads to the deck.
Me being the wannabe tough guy, I followed him as we went
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outside. My dad began to search the area
as he would do as a police officer.
I stayed just outside the doors on the deck while he went around
the garage and shed. All of a sudden I hear my dad
yell. Stop loudly then put your hands
up where I can see them and don't move.
My heart dropped into my stomachin pure fear.
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It was real, someone was actually there.
My dad then yelled for me to go inside and call the
non-emergency number to the Police Department, which I knew
by heart, and to tell them that my dad had caught a prowler in
our yard. I did as I was told and the
dispatcher said they were sending someone right away.
I informed my dad that someone was coming.
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As I did he began to March the person from behind our shed up
to our deck. It was dark and it looked just
like the shadow of the person I had seen.
I thought to myself, it must be a kid.
Why would a kid be doing this? Why wouldn't they be at home in
bed during the times this all happened?
Well, it wasn't a kid, it was a short old lady, probably in her
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60s or 70s. My dad told me to go out front
and wait for the police, then send them to the backyard.
I stayed inside with my sister and my mom while everything was
sorted out outside with the police.
After a while they took the ladyaway and my dad came back inside
and explained the entire situation.
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As it turns out, this older woman was the mother of a
criminal my dad arrested some months prior.
He had been charged with variouschild abuse charges.
I won't get into the details, but it wasn't good.
His mom believed him when he said he didn't do anything
wrong. She told the police that her son
was so mad that my dad was the one who arrested him and told
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her to go to our house and quoteUN quote haunt us.
Haunt us really. Well she did a good job.
Why she said peace me free then please save me.
We'll never know. But that is just downright
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creepy. We never heard from her again.
Back before the quarantine I wason a mini road trip with a
couple of friends and their girlfriends.
I was single myself so we filledup the five seater which was
enough of an excuse as any to not pick up any hitchhikers or
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people in need of a ride. We had a horror encounter before
with that exact thing and didn'tfeel like explaining that to
someone whenever seeing them. Hopefully any hitchhiker would
see the full car and get the point.
Not that we won't call for help if they ask us, of course.
So we're driving down a desert Rd.
My group consisted of myself, a male in his 20s, Tony and Jane,
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which are fake names, by the way, Bruce, Lila, and Lila's
dog, a lasapso female named Doris.
Lila and Tony were the ones withthe driver's licenses, and Lila
was driving at the time, around 8:00 PM.
It wasn't dark out yet, but you could make out the beginning of
the sunset, as she said. Oh look.
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And began slowing down. Bruce and Lila had only been
together for a month or two at that point and he had yet to
share the story about the hitchhiker last time with her,
so she didn't know better than to pull over for a rough looking
dirty man with a cardboard sign saying the name of a town an
hour away. We began to protest too late as
she had almost stopped entirely and rolled the window down an
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inch and kept the motor going. The hitchhiker walked up to the
car and glared with the most intense crazy eyes, nothing like
the charming psycho of last time.
He stared and made a huge grin asking for a ride.
Lila told him the car is full but she can call him a ride if
he needs one. She even put a hand down to her
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side about to hand him some money for fare.
He didn't even listen to what she had to say as he walked a
step to his side and stared intothe car right next to my window.
I am a walking stereotype, the most dude bro looking person you
could find, but it didn't seem to do more than make him look me
up and down a bit before tiltinghis head and staring at Tony and
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Jane. I can ride in the trunk, it's no
problem. He said and without being given
permission he walked around the car and grabbed the handle of
the trunk. Doris woke up from all of this
and the black tones window of the back of the car had him
unable to see her. As he tugged the locked trunk,
Doris set off this extremely loud high pitched cutting bark.
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It's hard to describe how loud Los Opsos can bark compared to
dogs even three times their size.
This sound splits and cuts your ears painfully and as Lila is
getting ready to drive off from this weirdo, he looked stunned
as we drove away, waving his arms up in the air.
Maybe he was on something, maybejust sick in the head, or maybe
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a combination of both. But we drove off and everyone
began to take it more easy. But just 5 minutes later we see
a 24/7 gas station and pull overfor gas and snacks.
Lila traded places with Tony fordriving and took her dog out of
the trunk to walk it a little for a potty break.
I think Jane went inside the gasstation with Tony while I stood
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outside chatting up with Bruce. When Jane finished inside, she
went around the corner for the bathroom as I went inside for
some snacks for myself. I didn't take long and when I
got out, by pure coincidence, I looked down the road and I see
the hitchhiker again. He is not holding the sign and
he is walking in a fast pace. He's a blurry red dot down the
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road, but there's no mistaking the brown jacket and bright red
pants. I quickly tell Tony and Bruce as
Tony goes to fetch Jane to look around for Lila who have walked
the dog out to a field. I don't know why we all went
into such a panic. Bruce begins shouting for Lila.
Who said Doris hasn't gone number?
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2 yet. And got almost loud with her,
telling her we had to leave now.She looked at him a bit puzzled,
began walking. And that's when Doris stops dead
in her tracks to go to the bathroom.
Tony came around the corner withJane and began loading in the
snacks as Bruce and myself stoodthere waiting for Lila watching
the hitchhiker come closer. He's no more than 400 yards away
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and he must have recognized us as he began shouting.
Wait there, hold on to us. Doris finally finished and Lila
speed walked over. She put Doris in the travel
crate in the back and got in thecar.
The hitchhiker was just over 40 yards away from speed walking
over to us when Tony drove out of the gas station.
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That is enough for one day. Jane said as she later had to
Tony's side. He chuckled and nodded in
agreement, asking if we would beOK with going to a motel a city
earlier than planned. The gas station employee had
recommended a nice place withoutcockroaches and shady staff. 2
towns over, 1 town further than the goal of the hitchhiker.
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We all agree that that's a nice idea, and two hours later,
around 10:20 PM, we drive into the nicest looking motel parking
lot I've ever seen. It had a concrete.
Fountain surrounded by steel pillars to protect it from cars
set up in the center. The entire motel was U-shaped
with mint panels outside and dark brown roofs.
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You park along the inside or outside and the reception would
be at the bottom short end in the middle.
An overweight bald man sat theresmiling sweetly at me.
I couldn't tell if he was just happy to have a customer or
maybe a bit into me, but I played into it, leaning in,
giving him a smile as I booked us a double room.
Basically he had a wall taken down with the pillar supporting
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it and making two small rooms a bigger 1.
He gave me 20% off as well and that's when I asked if he was OK
with the dog staying with us. I waved Lila over and picked up
Doris saying she would be scaredsleeping alone in the car.
He awed at her and pointed down between his legs.
We were all a bit taken until a similar dog to Doris jumped up
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in his lap. He laughed and said that it
would be fine as long as we do apet deposit of $50 and that we
would get it back when he checksthe room when we leave.
We all got situated and made ourbeds, checked for creep cams and
turned on the TV for a rerun of Chuck.
We all sat on the two beds on the same side snacking away,
talking of work and stuff as Jane recommended I give one of
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her friends a call. She had said that I was cute and
showed me very pretty pictures of her.
We had all pretty much forgottenabout the hitchhiker at this
point and went to bed around andwent to bed.
Around 2:00 AM at 3, AMI wake upto Doris's.
Wet nose poking. Me in the ear.
I had the bed by the window and she made a smile as I woke up.
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All the others were dead asleep and I thought maybe she needed a
walk. My own dogs were at a sitter and
I was a good friend of Doris andI really liked Doris so I put
her collar on and walked up and down the grass along the windows
before going back inside. But the entire time I felt like
something was staring at us. Doris then makes an odd stance
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and I see that the motel clerks dog is walking around freely and
looking very happily at Doris. However, I didn't have.
Lila's permit or information about letting her say hello to
other dogs. So I just went back inside.
Once inside I heard scratching at the door.
First very soft, then more intense.
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I walked up to the door and shushed the dog outside and back
to bed. Then I heard it scratch and
bark. Not the loudest barks, but loud
enough. I pull the curtains aside and I
don't see a dog. There's nothing there so I go
back to bed but as soon as I do it starts up again.
I look over and the other four are fast asleep as I sit up in
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bed and put a shirt on, about togo open the door when Doris
stops me indirectly by standing in front of me and blocking the
door. She stood in the guarding stance
and looked up at me. For those who don't know, losses
are a smaller breed with ever growing long hair if not cut
short like Doris's. They are very strong and
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muscular for their size. However, I looked at her and it
was like if she could speak withwords, looking at me as if she
said don't open the door. She wasn't barking either which
was kind of odd. The scratching picked back up
and I went to the window faster this time, swiping the curtain
off and just as I do something moved out of sight.
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Now I know it's not a dog, it's a person.
A person wearing bright red pants.
I immediately remember the hitchhiker and wonder how he
knew where we were going. I guess the gas station employee
must have told him or something about the suggestions he gave
us. I considered waking up the
others or something, but settledon grabbing the motel phone.
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Even though the double room had all beds on one side and the
couch and dining set up on the other side, both phones were
still in. So I sat myself down on the
couch and called the reception. Nobody picked up, but then
again, it's about 4:00 AM and I wasn't expecting it either.
So I Google the motel and look for the owner's name to see if I
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can call him directly. I found his number and he picked
up, confused and a bit annoyed until I told him who called.
I explained the situation from start to finish and he told me
that a homeless person had triedto get a free room for the
night. He had obviously declined him
and told him to leave, but the guy kept shifting his eyes
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around the cars like a paranoid sicko until he finally left the
area. He had then double checked all
rooms were locked and went to the back office.
He told me he was going to get his big dog and scare him off
with a weapon if he had to and just asked me to keep an eye
out. I walked up to the window where
the door for the further room had been before and opened the
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curtain a bit to see him stand there waiting outside the door
he knew of. He didn't realize the double
room feature and thought that hewas sneaking like a pro on us.
Lila and Bruce woke up at that point and asked what was going
on, but as I hushed them I told them not to move and stay in bed
and they kind of laid down. Bruce began texting me asking
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what's up as I informed him. A little while later I'm on the
phone with the owner again telling him I can see the guy.
He hung up and said that he was going to get his dog.
As I waited he started barking again, but this time I could see
his silhouette moving with the sounds as he scruffed out barks
before I heard the pleasing sound of the owner screaming.
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Leave before I put you down. The owner was walking from the
reception area looking angry with a smaller dog on his side
walking freely and what looked like a 160 LB American Akita or
something. The dog was massive and looked
angry and if the overweight owner wasn't anchoring it to
slow down I think it would have bolted off and ripped the
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hitchhiker apart or something. The hitchhiker ran off scared
and the owner returned to the reception area, dropping the big
dog off before coming down to talk to me, Bruce, and Lila.
Doris greeted the other small dog for a moment and we
discussed again how we met him and declined him a ride.
The owner let out a well at least no one's hurt and smiled a
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smile that went away slowly as he looked down at the door,
squinting a bit as he let out a what the heck and pointed.
It turned out the scratching at the door had been scratching
with a knife or some other sharpobject.
The doors lower hinge was stabbed and scratched.
Some wood. Chips lay on the ground.
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And it makes me wonder. What could have happened if I'd
opened the door while he was pretending to be a dog?
We let Jane and Tony sleep whilegoing out to the reception area
and having some cold. Sodas and beers with the owner
to keep watch. In case the hitchhiker came
back. He told us some.
Stories about weird motel guests, deaths and strange
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things happening in the motel, like the one time he claims a
day was missing one week. The rest of the early morning
was lovely and we caught up Tonyand Jane around 9:00 AM.
They didn't understand how they.Slept through the whole deal.
And. Jane got seriously creeped out.
Compared to Tony. Who brushed it off?
As not as bad as last time, we got in the car around 10:00 AM
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and I said goodbye to the owner after adding him on Facebook and
being made. Clear that we were very.
Welcome back anytime. We all gave him a five star
review as we got in the car and drove her on the corner to
continue on. I looked.
Into the tumbleweeds on the roadside and saw the red pants,
brown jacket and a pair of shoesdumped on the ground.
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Before them I didn't see. Or hear him, but I could not
shake the feeling that he was watching somewhere.
We got on the road and drove over.
Five hours before. Stopping again and by then.
We all stopped worrying the restof the trip.
Was uneventful and on the way. Back we saw that just.
One shoe and parts of the jacketremained.
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We stayed at the motel again andnothing happened.
But the motel owner informed us it's not entirely unheard of for
people to be going out in the desert and not coming back.
Whether he went out and died, stole new.
Clothes or just hitchhiked. Somewhere naked.
I still to this day. Am just so very happy that I did
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not open the door when I thought.
That it was a dog. There have been 3.
Instances in my life. Where I have.
Felt like I was going to be abducted.
I'm a woman and I'm currently 23years old.
I am also on the petite side, standing at a.
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Whopping 5/3. And weighing around 115 lbs.
Because of this, I typically wear heels or.
Platform boots so that I can appear taller than I actually
AM. This story happened this spring
while at a second hand. Store I was.
Looking to find a. Good side table styled cabinet.
And my boyfriend came with me because I have already been
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nearly abducted twice in my lifeand I suffer from CPTSD in part.
Because of that. So I'm not really able to go out
in public by myself unless I'm with someone going to class or
going to work. Lucky for me, my boyfriend is.
63. Lean.
But muscular has a very. Deep, intimidating voice and has
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absolutely no issues with takingphysical action if I needed that
kind of defense, so it's nice basically having my own caring
personal bodyguard. For context, the area I live in
is bad for trafficking. I live in northern Wisconsin but
close to Minneapolis. The I-94 runs basically straight
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to Minneapolis from The Dells. I grew up near that area and I
know. Full well that The Dells.
Has bad trafficking issues too. Because of the high levels.
Of tourism in the area plus Baraboo, the next town over from
the. Dells still has.
Running cargo trains that are rumored to contribute to
trafficking, but that's not entirely relevant.
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The town I currently live in is split in half by the same
Interstate and there's a Walmart.
Right by the exit also. Infamous for trafficking, there
have been many abductions of women in our town in various
locations all over and it isn't a secret to anybody that it is
an issue. For the area.
Now moving on, my boyfriend and I go to the next town over to
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look for a cabinet styled side table because the second hand
shops in our town don't sell furniture.
We get inside and look around for a little bit before my
boyfriend says that he needs. To go to the bathroom I.
Keep browsing nearby the bathrooms in a display.
Area for desks, dressers, etcetera.
And I find this really neat vintage vanity with hidden
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organizers in the top. Of the desk.
And I start looking at it and checking.
Out its little features while doing so I feel eyes.
On me. So I look around to see if I'm
being watched by someone. Sure enough, in the row of desks
behind me there is a middle-agedman looking at me with no facial
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expressions. I'm dressed in a skirt and knee
socks and this is one of my go. To looks so.
Glaring at creepy men eyeing me up isn't something new to me,
but since I am alone at the moment and don't want to.
Upset the guy I. Give him the cliche Midwestern
half smile and move up the row away from him, but towards the
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corner of the section. All of a sudden this guy
practically runs to the row I'm in.
So I take a right? And head up towards where he was
standing when I spotted him. Initially, he picks up pace.
And I am now half running tryingto get away from him and after a
small chase around furniture we end up in a situation where I am
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standing on one side. Of the row of desks.
And he is standing in front of me on the other.
Side waiting to see which way I go.
At a standstill at this moment, I try looking to my left towards
the other furniture and bathrooms to see if anyone is
around to witness this. And thank Gaia, my boyfriend is
out of the bathroom already walking towards us.
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With very squared up posture, helooks absolutely livid.
And his eyes are locked solidly onto this.
Creep, that was. Chasing me around furniture just
a second ago, my boyfriend reaches my side and puts his
armor on my shoulder protectively and he and this
creep make eye contact. They honestly both looked
equally. Pissed off.
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The guy doesn't say anything. Just walks away.
But every few minutes or so we see him looking at us.
A few miles away, wherever. We are in the store and I am
extremely anxious at this point and just want to leave but my
boyfriend is trying his best to reassure me and calm me down in
ways he best knows how. With little avail, he
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eventually. Distracts me from the guy by
finding a perfect side table forwhat I was looking for.
Dark cherry wood glass door shelves?
Absolutely. Beautiful and only $30 not to
mention a student discount. We pick it up and head to check
out and the entire time I am paranoid and looking around to
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see if this guy is near us. He is currently being.
Checked out at the register. And we are being.
Separated by two other. Customers.
My anxiety spikes again but I try not to let it show when he
is done. He walks through the first set
of doors to exit, but is still. In the first entrance of the
store, just standing there, he looks at me and we make eye
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contact a few times while I'm inline and then checking out, I
make it a point to stand on the right side of my boyfriend
carrying my new find out and holding eye contact.
With the creep, the. Whole time we exit and get into
the car, he doesn't say or do anything.
He didn't follow us, he just stared at me and we get into.
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The car safely although. I am still paranoid and trying
to get the side table in the carand secured as.
Fast as possible, which is. Just making me fumble even more.
But regardless, we left safe. And made it home OK.
I can't say for certain that this man was trying to abduct
me, let alone if he was working with.
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Traffickers, but I highly. Doubt he was chasing and
stalking me around the store with pure intentions.
I just want to start off and saythat before this incident I have
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always been a skeptic of the paranormal.
Growing up, my mom and dad wouldtell me stories that they
encountered with the paranormal in their.
Early years so I. Always had an open mind to the
possibility, but since I personally haven't encountered
anything. I have always thought.
If I didn't see it, then there might have been a logical
explanation to their experience,so who knows if it's.
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Actually true. Moving on to the incident that
made me a believer. This all happened back in the
early fall of 2011. Me, my son and his mother lived
in a 2 bedroom 2nd floor apartment on the east side of
Cincinnati, OH. My son at the time was a little.
Over 2 years old. And was starting to say words
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and communicate in ways. Typical kids his age would say
or do. With body language and gestures.
I say that because this. Ties in with the story later on.
On this particular afternoon, his mother was over at her
mother. 'S house for the past.
Two days and was staying one more night.
There to help her cope with the loss.
Of a relative that recently passed so me and my son who I
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will call Kevin to protect his identity.
Had the place to ourselves. For the night, around 5:00 PM
that early evening, I invited mylongtime buddy, who I'll call
Tony, who I've known since 5th grade and also lived downstairs
in the same apartment building, over to my.
Place to watch a baseball. Game I also called my dad over
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to my place to partake in the makeshift guys night I set up
during the game. Everything is going well, we
ordered pizza and soda and we were having a good time during
all of that. For reasons I can't remember, my
dad started retelling me and my buddy his paranormal
experiences. That he told to us as kids.
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Even in our mid 20s. We still.
Felt like 9 year old boys hearing those ghost stories for
the first time. Regardless of my skepticism, my
dad is an amazing storyteller, so hearing them again is never a
drag with that. Said it's.
Approaching 10:00 PM at this point and the baseball game was
over so my dad headed out to make it back home at a decent
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hour. Tony stuck around a few more
minutes to smoke a cigarette with me on my balcony and then
head back down to. His place.
So before bed I decide to. Clean up some of the pizza boxes
and soda cans laying around the living room while my son was
rolling his toy cars on the laminate floor in the kitchen.
To give you a quick layout of the.
Apartment to get a better. Visual as this story.
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Continues to the creepy stuff. As soon as you walk in the door
of my second floor apartment, the opening to the kitchen is
right in front of you. To the right.
Is the small closet and to the left is the living and dining
room. If you were to be standing in
between the living room and dining room, straight ahead.
Opposite the wall where the. Front door is there's the
opening to the hallway going left and right to each bedroom
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and. Straight ahead is the bathroom.
So let's get to where things getspooky.
Remember Me saying my son was just starting to communicate
with words and gestures? I am in the living room still
cleaning and in the midst of my son joyfully playing with his
toy cars. I hear him abruptly stop it.
Johnny and then immediately began to cry.
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I froze. We didn't know what Johnny so
how does he know this name? I think to myself.
I then head into the kitchen to see my son on the floor holding
his hand in tears. I get down to examine it but see
no injuries, no red marks. No blood etcetera.
I quickly. Calm him down and asked him what
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happened. It was at this point he turns
his body and points at the kitchen wall and says in mumbled
crying 2 year old broken EnglishJohnny in the hole in the wall.
Every hair on my body stood up met with a shiver down my spine.
To give you an idea of how terrifying it was seeing my
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young child point towards a walland say a random man's name.
Kids at that age don't fully grasp the concept of lying or
playing a prank. If he is pointing at something
and calling it by name, that means he had learned it and is
doing his best to communicate with me about what he'd
experienced. It was in that moment I knew I.
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Had to get out of there, so I picked.
Him up and grabbed my keys, wallet, phone and phone charger
and was heading to my dad's for the night.
He lived 10 minutes up the road.But then it hit me.
I would need the mattress from his car bed.
See, behind that wall my son pointed at was his bedroom.
I. Stared at the door handle for a
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moment, debating whether or not to just leave, but knew if I was
going to. That I at.
Least need his mattress. With a Swift.
Jog into the bedroom. I pulled that bed.
Up with one hand and got. Out of there ASAP.
I leave calling my dad and waking him up, telling him that
I was heading there for the night and that I would explain
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it all to him when I got there. He said he would.
Leave his door open and to just come on in when I get there.
Now this story isn't over yet. It gets even weirder.
As I was driving to my dad's, I decided to call my buddy Tony to
tell him what happened. Immediately upon him learning
that I bolted out of the apartment in a manner that I.
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Did he laughed? I can't blame him.
I'd probably laugh at me too. If I heard he ran out with a
toddler in one hand and mattressin the other at 10:30 at night,
but I wasn't him. My son saw an entity in our
apartment and I was seriously considering never going.
Back, however. In the middle of his laughter,
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he remembered something. He stops and says, hey, wasn't
Johnny the name of Fran's husbands that used to?
Live there. Let's rewind to a few months
back. I was.
Just moving into the apartment, unloading things for my pickup.
Truck. And I noticed a sweet.
Little old lady walking her dogs.
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Out in the courtyard in front ofthe apartment complex, as I was
walking by her, I introduced myself and told her I was moving
into the building. She introduced herself as
Francis, but went by Fran by people who knew her.
We exchanged pleasantries as I walked into the building.
She followed because her 2 little pups.
Finished their business and we all started walking upstairs to
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the second floor to our apartments.
My apartment was on the corner of the building, so I went left
when I got up there and Fran went.
Straight to her apartment. But as I was walking to mine.
Her little dogs followed me. I said wow.
I must have made a great first impression, but Fran replied.
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No, honey, I actually used to live in that apartment with my
husband for 15 years, but when he died six months ago, I
couldn't live there anymore and had to move.
I sat there not knowing what to really.
Say besides. Oh, I'm so sorry for your loss.
Fran. Replies with a slight.
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Frown on her face. It's not your fault.
When it's our time, it's our time.
And then immediately. Follows up with.
And just to let you know, he didn't die in that apartment.
It was at the hospital. I immediately reply with I
wasn't thinking that but thanks for at least letting me know.
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But in the back of my head I waswondering that and glad she
informed me. Fast forward back.
To the night of the incident, mybuddy Tony tells me I probably
need to talk to Fran about what happened and to maybe see if she
had a picture of him and to see if my son could point him out.
Just to see if that's what really.
Happened. I tell him I'm not sure how I
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feel about bringing this up to her, not trying to stir her
emotions not even a year after her husband's death.
We hang up and I arrived at my dad's.
I go in and explain everything to him.
He understands and then during the night convinces me that I
need to talk to Fran as soon as I could to make sure that Kevin
saw her husband in the apartmentinstead of something possibly
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sinister. So the next day.
I decided to do it. I decided to bring this up to
Fran and not to just clear up ifmy son saw the.
Ghost of her deceased. Husband in my apartment.
But if it were him, maybe Fran could get some comfort in
knowing that her husband was still there for.
Her. I pull up and who?
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Do I see outside? Walking her dogs.
You guessed it, Fran. I approach her.
Saying if she has a few minutes I would like to talk to her in
private about something important.
Confused, she politely invites me up to her.
Place to talk we. Go in and sit down on her couch.
I start off with informing her that I wasn't there to tell her
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any BS considering how the last year is gone.
For her, she. Looks at me, still confused.
So I tell her that I'll just getright to it.
I tell her that. I think my son saw her husband
in my apartment and told her to just give me a few minutes to
explain why I thought. That I told her the story.
And how I thought if this wasn'ther husband.
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That I would. Like to at least make sure that
it was nothing sinister before Ibring my kid back in there.
She understood, but seemed skeptical.
I can't blame her. I would be too.
Hearing all of that, I then asked Fran if she had a picture
of Johnny, perhaps one with him with multiple other men in it,
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so that if my son points him outthat it would prove even more
that he did see him. She.
Obliged and brought out an. Old.
Photo album from her bedroom. She opens it and.
Flicks a few pages over. And then?
Shows us a photo of. Three men in the photo.
It looks like 3 guys at a cookout.
Enjoying each other's company around the grill, I then asked
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Kevin if he remembers Johnny that he saw last night.
He looked at me and nodded his head.
Yes, I look over at the photo. And ask my son to point Johnny
out to us. He walks right up.
To it in heavens to Betsy. He, without hesitation, points
right at Johnny. Fran immediately broke into
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tears and I was right behind her.
I reached over and hugged. Her as we both cried.
She said in a sobbing voice thatalmost a whole.
Year has passed. And that she was feeling alone,
her husband for 27 years died and she had really nobody and to
know that he was still here looking after her took away some
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of that loneliness after wiping away the.
Tears, I told her. That anytime she wanted to come
in there and talk to him alone to just let me know.
She said that she would. And I told her that I was going
to hold her to that. She then told me what probably
happened was when my son was playing in the kitchen that he
might have. Reached into the drawer where we
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kept certain. Steak knives and that Johnny
possibly closed the drawer on his fingers and was making sure
he didn't get a hold of those knives.
Whatever the reason, I know thatnothing odd ever happened to us
in that apartment before that night.
I think when my dad was over telling those paranormal
stories, perhaps Johnny felt that this was the best time for
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him to communicate. I was telling Fran that it's
time for me to leave and asked if she wanted to come with me to
maybe talk to him. She politely declined and said
that she needed. To let all of this.
Soak in before she tried to do anything like that.
I understood and told her to never hesitate to ask me to talk
to him when she. Was ready, she said she would.
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And I hugged her and left me andmy son headed back over to the
apartment. I walk in realizing I left the
door unlocked all night due to me running out of there the
previous night. I set my keys down and begin to
talk out loud saying hey Johnny,it's me, the guy that ran out of
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here last night. Because he's too scared of
ghosts. I just want to let you know that
Fran is 3 doors that way and that she would.
Love to have you go. Over there and keep her company
instead of me. Who scares too easy?
Anyway, thanks for protecting mykid from the knives.
Please don't try to communicate with me though.
I obviously showed. Signs last night that I cannot
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handle it. Anyway, thanks.
And again, Fran is. 3 doors thatway buddy.
After that, I never felt creepedout in that apartment.
Nothing ever happened and my kidnever saw Johnny there again.
Fran never came to me to talk toJohnny and when we would talk.
After that the topic. Never came up.
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Seven months later, we moved out.
I walked up to Fran's door and hugged.
Her goodbye. I handed her the keys and said
if you wanted to go. Over there that it's all hers to
do so. Until they rent the place to a
new tenant. She took the keys and hugged me
with a tear in her. Eyes, we said goodbye.
And that was it. I don't know if she ever went
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back in that apartment to talk to him or not.
However, I do know my son, seeing him that night and
pointing him out in a picture toher must have made her feel not
alone that her husband was still.
Here with her. And that to.
This day, always. Brings a smile to my face
whenever I think about the incident.
That made me a believer. In the paranormal.
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Yeah. Yeah.
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Yeah. Yeah.
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I want to say thank you for being here and I really hope you
enjoy this episode. This story happened when I was a
kid, probably around 12 to 13. The story is based on something
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strange that happened to my younger sister that lasted a few
weeks. At the time she was about 9 or
10. Her bedroom was on the first
floor of the house facing the driveway, while mine was the
whole upstairs because we lived in a bungalow style house.
One night in the middle of the night, my sister wakes me up
from a dead sleep to tell me that someone is outside of her
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window whispering to her. This was in the summer and we
did not have central air at the time so she kept her window
open. I immediately asked if she told
my dad, who at the time was a police officer.
She told me that she was too scared to wake him up and if I
would please come check it out. So reluctantly I began to get
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out of bed and follow her downstairs to her room.
As I went in everything was normal.
She pointed to the window and told me to go look and listen.
As I looked outside there was nothing but a quiet St. and the
humming of a street light near our yard.
I told her she was probably dreaming and that she should go
back to sleep. She was scared but said OK.
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I went back to bed and nothing else happened that night.
A few nights had passed and I had totally forgotten about it
when suddenly I was awoken around 3:00 AM by my sister.
Again she told me the person wasback.
I said who is back? She told me that it was the
person from the other night whispering to her from outside
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the window. I asked her what they said to
her and she said they kept saying peace.
Me. Free.
At this point I was confused. That's not even a correct
sentence. What does that even mean?
I asked her if they had said anything else and she said no.
Just piece me free over and overin a child's voice.
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At this point I was starting to get scared.
I almost woke my dad up but figured I would just tell him
about it in the morning. Fast forward to the next
morning, I told my dad about what had happened and he told us
that he was sure it was nothing and that my sister must have
been dreaming. At first I agreed I didn't see
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or hear anything. She was just a kid and sometimes
kids have very vivid dreams. We left it at that even though I
knew she believed it to be real.At this point my sister was
afraid to sleep in her room. My dad told her to just keep the
window shut and she would be fine.
Unfortunately, keeping the window closed was going to be
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tough. We were in the middle of a hot
summer and with the window closed, it was almost 80° in her
room. No one could sleep in that kind
of heat, so she had no choice but to keep the window open.
She said that she heard the voice again after this a few
times, but was scared to tell anyone, even me for some reason.
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Now what happens next will not only be the end of this bizarre
saga, but we'll leave my sister and I scared to sleep at night
for quite a while. A couple nights later I was once
again woken up by my sister. This time she told me the voice
was not only telling her to peace me free, but to save me.
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Please. I had enough, so I went
downstairs and looked out her window to see a shadow running
towards the back of our house. A small shadow.
A child sized shadow. I couldn't make out any features
so I immediately ran to my parents room, woke up my dad and
told him that my sister heard the kid again and that I saw
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someone running to the back of our house up the driveway.
My dad instantly jumped out of bed and put on his robe, told us
to stay inside. He grabbed his weapon he kept in
the safe next to his bed. He then ran to the back of the
house where a sliding glass doorleads to the deck.
Me being the wannabe tough guy, I followed him as we went
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outside. My dad began to search the area
as he would do as a police officer.
I stayed just outside the doors on the deck while he went around
the garage and shed. All of a sudden I hear my dad
yell. Stop loudly then put your hands
up where I can see them and don't move.
My heart dropped into my stomachin pure fear.
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It was real, someone was actually there.
My dad then yelled for me to go inside and call the
non-emergency number to the Police Department, which I knew
by heart, and to tell them that my dad had caught a prowler in
our yard. I did as I was told and the
dispatcher said they were sending someone right away.
I informed my dad that someone was coming.
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As I did he began to March the person from behind our shed up
to our deck. It was dark and it looked just
like the shadow of the person I had seen.
I thought to myself, it must be a kid.
Why would a kid be doing this? Why wouldn't they be at home in
bed during the times this all happened?
Well, it wasn't a kid, it was a short old lady, probably in her
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60s or 70s. My dad told me to go out front
and wait for the police, then send them to the backyard.
I stayed inside with my sister and my mom while everything was
sorted out outside with the police.
After a while they took the ladyaway and my dad came back inside
and explained the entire situation.
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As it turns out, this older woman was the mother of a
criminal my dad arrested some months prior.
He had been charged with variouschild abuse charges.
I won't get into the details, but it wasn't good.
His mom believed him when he said he didn't do anything
wrong. She told the police that her son
was so mad that my dad was the one who arrested him and told
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her to go to our house and quoteUN quote haunt us.
Haunt us really. Well she did a good job.
Why she said peace me free then please save me.
We'll never know. But that is just downright
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creepy. We never heard from her again.
Back before the quarantine I wason a mini road trip with a
couple of friends and their girlfriends.
I was single myself so we filledup the five seater which was
enough of an excuse as any to not pick up any hitchhikers or
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people in need of a ride. We had a horror encounter before
with that exact thing and didn'tfeel like explaining that to
someone whenever seeing them. Hopefully any hitchhiker would
see the full car and get the point.
Not that we won't call for help if they ask us, of course.
So we're driving down a desert Rd.
My group consisted of myself, a male in his 20s, Tony and Jane,
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which are fake names, by the way, Bruce, Lila, and Lila's
dog, a lasapso female named Doris.
Lila and Tony were the ones withthe driver's licenses, and Lila
was driving at the time, around 8:00 PM.
It wasn't dark out yet, but you could make out the beginning of
the sunset, as she said. Oh look.
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And began slowing down. Bruce and Lila had only been
together for a month or two at that point and he had yet to
share the story about the hitchhiker last time with her,
so she didn't know better than to pull over for a rough looking
dirty man with a cardboard sign saying the name of a town an
hour away. We began to protest too late as
she had almost stopped entirely and rolled the window down an
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inch and kept the motor going. The hitchhiker walked up to the
car and glared with the most intense crazy eyes, nothing like
the charming psycho of last time.
He stared and made a huge grin asking for a ride.
Lila told him the car is full but she can call him a ride if
he needs one. She even put a hand down to her
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side about to hand him some money for fare.
He didn't even listen to what she had to say as he walked a
step to his side and stared intothe car right next to my window.
I am a walking stereotype, the most dude bro looking person you
could find, but it didn't seem to do more than make him look me
up and down a bit before tiltinghis head and staring at Tony and
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Jane. I can ride in the trunk, it's no
problem. He said and without being given
permission he walked around the car and grabbed the handle of
the trunk. Doris woke up from all of this
and the black tones window of the back of the car had him
unable to see her. As he tugged the locked trunk,
Doris set off this extremely loud high pitched cutting bark.
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It's hard to describe how loud Los Opsos can bark compared to
dogs even three times their size.
This sound splits and cuts your ears painfully and as Lila is
getting ready to drive off from this weirdo, he looked stunned
as we drove away, waving his arms up in the air.
Maybe he was on something, maybejust sick in the head, or maybe
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a combination of both. But we drove off and everyone
began to take it more easy. But just 5 minutes later we see
a 24/7 gas station and pull overfor gas and snacks.
Lila traded places with Tony fordriving and took her dog out of
the trunk to walk it a little for a potty break.
I think Jane went inside the gasstation with Tony while I stood
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outside chatting up with Bruce. When Jane finished inside, she
went around the corner for the bathroom as I went inside for
some snacks for myself. I didn't take long and when I
got out, by pure coincidence, I looked down the road and I see
the hitchhiker again. He is not holding the sign and
he is walking in a fast pace. He's a blurry red dot down the
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road, but there's no mistaking the brown jacket and bright red
pants. I quickly tell Tony and Bruce as
Tony goes to fetch Jane to look around for Lila who have walked
the dog out to a field. I don't know why we all went
into such a panic. Bruce begins shouting for Lila.
Who said Doris hasn't gone number?
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2 yet. And got almost loud with her,
telling her we had to leave now.She looked at him a bit puzzled,
began walking. And that's when Doris stops dead
in her tracks to go to the bathroom.
Tony came around the corner withJane and began loading in the
snacks as Bruce and myself stoodthere waiting for Lila watching
the hitchhiker come closer. He's no more than 400 yards away
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and he must have recognized us as he began shouting.
Wait there, hold on to us. Doris finally finished and Lila
speed walked over. She put Doris in the travel
crate in the back and got in thecar.
The hitchhiker was just over 40 yards away from speed walking
over to us when Tony drove out of the gas station.
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That is enough for one day. Jane said as she later had to
Tony's side. He chuckled and nodded in
agreement, asking if we would beOK with going to a motel a city
earlier than planned. The gas station employee had
recommended a nice place withoutcockroaches and shady staff. 2
towns over, 1 town further than the goal of the hitchhiker.
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We all agree that that's a nice idea, and two hours later,
around 10:20 PM, we drive into the nicest looking motel parking
lot I've ever seen. It had a concrete.
Fountain surrounded by steel pillars to protect it from cars
set up in the center. The entire motel was U-shaped
with mint panels outside and dark brown roofs.
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You park along the inside or outside and the reception would
be at the bottom short end in the middle.
An overweight bald man sat theresmiling sweetly at me.
I couldn't tell if he was just happy to have a customer or
maybe a bit into me, but I played into it, leaning in,
giving him a smile as I booked us a double room.
Basically he had a wall taken down with the pillar supporting
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it and making two small rooms a bigger 1.
He gave me 20% off as well and that's when I asked if he was OK
with the dog staying with us. I waved Lila over and picked up
Doris saying she would be scaredsleeping alone in the car.
He awed at her and pointed down between his legs.
We were all a bit taken until a similar dog to Doris jumped up
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in his lap. He laughed and said that it
would be fine as long as we do apet deposit of $50 and that we
would get it back when he checksthe room when we leave.
We all got situated and made ourbeds, checked for creep cams and
turned on the TV for a rerun of Chuck.
We all sat on the two beds on the same side snacking away,
talking of work and stuff as Jane recommended I give one of
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her friends a call. She had said that I was cute and
showed me very pretty pictures of her.
We had all pretty much forgottenabout the hitchhiker at this
point and went to bed around andwent to bed.
Around 2:00 AM at 3, AMI wake upto Doris's.
Wet nose poking. Me in the ear.
I had the bed by the window and she made a smile as I woke up.
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All the others were dead asleep and I thought maybe she needed a
walk. My own dogs were at a sitter and
I was a good friend of Doris andI really liked Doris so I put
her collar on and walked up and down the grass along the windows
before going back inside. But the entire time I felt like
something was staring at us. Doris then makes an odd stance
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and I see that the motel clerks dog is walking around freely and
looking very happily at Doris. However, I didn't have.
Lila's permit or information about letting her say hello to
other dogs. So I just went back inside.
Once inside I heard scratching at the door.
First very soft, then more intense.
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I walked up to the door and shushed the dog outside and back
to bed. Then I heard it scratch and
bark. Not the loudest barks, but loud
enough. I pull the curtains aside and I
don't see a dog. There's nothing there so I go
back to bed but as soon as I do it starts up again.
I look over and the other four are fast asleep as I sit up in
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bed and put a shirt on, about togo open the door when Doris
stops me indirectly by standing in front of me and blocking the
door. She stood in the guarding stance
and looked up at me. For those who don't know, losses
are a smaller breed with ever growing long hair if not cut
short like Doris's. They are very strong and
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muscular for their size. However, I looked at her and it
was like if she could speak withwords, looking at me as if she
said don't open the door. She wasn't barking either which
was kind of odd. The scratching picked back up
and I went to the window faster this time, swiping the curtain
off and just as I do something moved out of sight.
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Now I know it's not a dog, it's a person.
A person wearing bright red pants.
I immediately remember the hitchhiker and wonder how he
knew where we were going. I guess the gas station employee
must have told him or something about the suggestions he gave
us. I considered waking up the
others or something, but settledon grabbing the motel phone.
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Even though the double room had all beds on one side and the
couch and dining set up on the other side, both phones were
still in. So I sat myself down on the
couch and called the reception. Nobody picked up, but then
again, it's about 4:00 AM and I wasn't expecting it either.
So I Google the motel and look for the owner's name to see if I
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can call him directly. I found his number and he picked
up, confused and a bit annoyed until I told him who called.
I explained the situation from start to finish and he told me
that a homeless person had triedto get a free room for the
night. He had obviously declined him
and told him to leave, but the guy kept shifting his eyes
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around the cars like a paranoid sicko until he finally left the
area. He had then double checked all
rooms were locked and went to the back office.
He told me he was going to get his big dog and scare him off
with a weapon if he had to and just asked me to keep an eye
out. I walked up to the window where
the door for the further room had been before and opened the
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curtain a bit to see him stand there waiting outside the door
he knew of. He didn't realize the double
room feature and thought that hewas sneaking like a pro on us.
Lila and Bruce woke up at that point and asked what was going
on, but as I hushed them I told them not to move and stay in bed
and they kind of laid down. Bruce began texting me asking
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what's up as I informed him. A little while later I'm on the
phone with the owner again telling him I can see the guy.
He hung up and said that he was going to get his dog.
As I waited he started barking again, but this time I could see
his silhouette moving with the sounds as he scruffed out barks
before I heard the pleasing sound of the owner screaming.
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Leave before I put you down. The owner was walking from the
reception area looking angry with a smaller dog on his side
walking freely and what looked like a 160 LB American Akita or
something. The dog was massive and looked
angry and if the overweight owner wasn't anchoring it to
slow down I think it would have bolted off and ripped the
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hitchhiker apart or something. The hitchhiker ran off scared
and the owner returned to the reception area, dropping the big
dog off before coming down to talk to me, Bruce, and Lila.
Doris greeted the other small dog for a moment and we
discussed again how we met him and declined him a ride.
The owner let out a well at least no one's hurt and smiled a
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smile that went away slowly as he looked down at the door,
squinting a bit as he let out a what the heck and pointed.
It turned out the scratching at the door had been scratching
with a knife or some other sharpobject.
The doors lower hinge was stabbed and scratched.
Some wood. Chips lay on the ground.
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And it makes me wonder. What could have happened if I'd
opened the door while he was pretending to be a dog?
We let Jane and Tony sleep whilegoing out to the reception area
and having some cold. Sodas and beers with the owner
to keep watch. In case the hitchhiker came
back. He told us some.
Stories about weird motel guests, deaths and strange
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things happening in the motel, like the one time he claims a
day was missing one week. The rest of the early morning
was lovely and we caught up Tonyand Jane around 9:00 AM.
They didn't understand how they.Slept through the whole deal.
And. Jane got seriously creeped out.
Compared to Tony. Who brushed it off?
As not as bad as last time, we got in the car around 10:00 AM
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and I said goodbye to the owner after adding him on Facebook and
being made. Clear that we were very.
Welcome back anytime. We all gave him a five star
review as we got in the car and drove her on the corner to
continue on. I looked.
Into the tumbleweeds on the roadside and saw the red pants,
brown jacket and a pair of shoesdumped on the ground.
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Before them I didn't see. Or hear him, but I could not
shake the feeling that he was watching somewhere.
We got on the road and drove over.
Five hours before. Stopping again and by then.
We all stopped worrying the restof the trip.
Was uneventful and on the way. Back we saw that just.
One shoe and parts of the jacketremained.
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We stayed at the motel again andnothing happened.
But the motel owner informed us it's not entirely unheard of for
people to be going out in the desert and not coming back.
Whether he went out and died, stole new.
Clothes or just hitchhiked. Somewhere naked.
I still to this day. Am just so very happy that I did
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not open the door when I thought.
That it was a dog. There have been 3.
Instances in my life. Where I have.
Felt like I was going to be abducted.
I'm a woman and I'm currently 23years old.
I am also on the petite side, standing at a.
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Whopping 5/3. And weighing around 115 lbs.
Because of this, I typically wear heels or.
Platform boots so that I can appear taller than I actually
AM. This story happened this spring
while at a second hand. Store I was.
Looking to find a. Good side table styled cabinet.
And my boyfriend came with me because I have already been
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nearly abducted twice in my lifeand I suffer from CPTSD in part.
Because of that. So I'm not really able to go out
in public by myself unless I'm with someone going to class or
going to work. Lucky for me, my boyfriend is.
63. Lean.
But muscular has a very. Deep, intimidating voice and has
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absolutely no issues with takingphysical action if I needed that
kind of defense, so it's nice basically having my own caring
personal bodyguard. For context, the area I live in
is bad for trafficking. I live in northern Wisconsin but
close to Minneapolis. The I-94 runs basically straight
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to Minneapolis from The Dells. I grew up near that area and I
know. Full well that The Dells.
Has bad trafficking issues too. Because of the high levels.
Of tourism in the area plus Baraboo, the next town over from
the. Dells still has.
Running cargo trains that are rumored to contribute to
trafficking, but that's not entirely relevant.
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The town I currently live in is split in half by the same
Interstate and there's a Walmart.
Right by the exit also. Infamous for trafficking, there
have been many abductions of women in our town in various
locations all over and it isn't a secret to anybody that it is
an issue. For the area.
Now moving on, my boyfriend and I go to the next town over to
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look for a cabinet styled side table because the second hand
shops in our town don't sell furniture.
We get inside and look around for a little bit before my
boyfriend says that he needs. To go to the bathroom I.
Keep browsing nearby the bathrooms in a display.
Area for desks, dressers, etcetera.
And I find this really neat vintage vanity with hidden
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organizers in the top. Of the desk.
And I start looking at it and checking.
Out its little features while doing so I feel eyes.
On me. So I look around to see if I'm
being watched by someone. Sure enough, in the row of desks
behind me there is a middle-agedman looking at me with no facial
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expressions. I'm dressed in a skirt and knee
socks and this is one of my go. To looks so.
Glaring at creepy men eyeing me up isn't something new to me,
but since I am alone at the moment and don't want to.
Upset the guy I. Give him the cliche Midwestern
half smile and move up the row away from him, but towards the
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corner of the section. All of a sudden this guy
practically runs to the row I'm in.
So I take a right? And head up towards where he was
standing when I spotted him. Initially, he picks up pace.
And I am now half running tryingto get away from him and after a
small chase around furniture we end up in a situation where I am
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standing on one side. Of the row of desks.
And he is standing in front of me on the other.
Side waiting to see which way I go.
At a standstill at this moment, I try looking to my left towards
the other furniture and bathrooms to see if anyone is
around to witness this. And thank Gaia, my boyfriend is
out of the bathroom already walking towards us.
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With very squared up posture, helooks absolutely livid.
And his eyes are locked solidly onto this.
Creep, that was. Chasing me around furniture just
a second ago, my boyfriend reaches my side and puts his
armor on my shoulder protectively and he and this
creep make eye contact. They honestly both looked
equally. Pissed off.
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The guy doesn't say anything. Just walks away.
But every few minutes or so we see him looking at us.
A few miles away, wherever. We are in the store and I am
extremely anxious at this point and just want to leave but my
boyfriend is trying his best to reassure me and calm me down in
ways he best knows how. With little avail, he
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eventually. Distracts me from the guy by
finding a perfect side table forwhat I was looking for.
Dark cherry wood glass door shelves?
Absolutely. Beautiful and only $30 not to
mention a student discount. We pick it up and head to check
out and the entire time I am paranoid and looking around to
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see if this guy is near us. He is currently being.
Checked out at the register. And we are being.
Separated by two other. Customers.
My anxiety spikes again but I try not to let it show when he
is done. He walks through the first set
of doors to exit, but is still. In the first entrance of the
store, just standing there, he looks at me and we make eye
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contact a few times while I'm inline and then checking out, I
make it a point to stand on the right side of my boyfriend
carrying my new find out and holding eye contact.
With the creep, the. Whole time we exit and get into
the car, he doesn't say or do anything.
He didn't follow us, he just stared at me and we get into.
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The car safely although. I am still paranoid and trying
to get the side table in the carand secured as.
Fast as possible, which is. Just making me fumble even more.
But regardless, we left safe. And made it home OK.
I can't say for certain that this man was trying to abduct
me, let alone if he was working with.
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Traffickers, but I highly. Doubt he was chasing and
stalking me around the store with pure intentions.
I just want to start off and saythat before this incident I have
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always been a skeptic of the paranormal.
Growing up, my mom and dad wouldtell me stories that they
encountered with the paranormal in their.
Early years so I. Always had an open mind to the
possibility, but since I personally haven't encountered
anything. I have always thought.
If I didn't see it, then there might have been a logical
explanation to their experience,so who knows if it's.
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Actually true. Moving on to the incident that
made me a believer. This all happened back in the
early fall of 2011. Me, my son and his mother lived
in a 2 bedroom 2nd floor apartment on the east side of
Cincinnati, OH. My son at the time was a little.
Over 2 years old. And was starting to say words
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and communicate in ways. Typical kids his age would say
or do. With body language and gestures.
I say that because this. Ties in with the story later on.
On this particular afternoon, his mother was over at her
mother. 'S house for the past.
Two days and was staying one more night.
There to help her cope with the loss.
Of a relative that recently passed so me and my son who I
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will call Kevin to protect his identity.
Had the place to ourselves. For the night, around 5:00 PM
that early evening, I invited mylongtime buddy, who I'll call
Tony, who I've known since 5th grade and also lived downstairs
in the same apartment building, over to my.
Place to watch a baseball. Game I also called my dad over
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to my place to partake in the makeshift guys night I set up
during the game. Everything is going well, we
ordered pizza and soda and we were having a good time during
all of that. For reasons I can't remember, my
dad started retelling me and my buddy his paranormal
experiences. That he told to us as kids.
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Even in our mid 20s. We still.
Felt like 9 year old boys hearing those ghost stories for
the first time. Regardless of my skepticism, my
dad is an amazing storyteller, so hearing them again is never a
drag with that. Said it's.
Approaching 10:00 PM at this point and the baseball game was
over so my dad headed out to make it back home at a decent
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hour. Tony stuck around a few more
minutes to smoke a cigarette with me on my balcony and then
head back down to. His place.
So before bed I decide to. Clean up some of the pizza boxes
and soda cans laying around the living room while my son was
rolling his toy cars on the laminate floor in the kitchen.
To give you a quick layout of the.
Apartment to get a better. Visual as this story.
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Continues to the creepy stuff. As soon as you walk in the door
of my second floor apartment, the opening to the kitchen is
right in front of you. To the right.
Is the small closet and to the left is the living and dining
room. If you were to be standing in
between the living room and dining room, straight ahead.
Opposite the wall where the. Front door is there's the
opening to the hallway going left and right to each bedroom
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and. Straight ahead is the bathroom.
So let's get to where things getspooky.
Remember Me saying my son was just starting to communicate
with words and gestures? I am in the living room still
cleaning and in the midst of my son joyfully playing with his
toy cars. I hear him abruptly stop it.
Johnny and then immediately began to cry.
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I froze. We didn't know what Johnny so
how does he know this name? I think to myself.
I then head into the kitchen to see my son on the floor holding
his hand in tears. I get down to examine it but see
no injuries, no red marks. No blood etcetera.
I quickly. Calm him down and asked him what
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happened. It was at this point he turns
his body and points at the kitchen wall and says in mumbled
crying 2 year old broken EnglishJohnny in the hole in the wall.
Every hair on my body stood up met with a shiver down my spine.
To give you an idea of how terrifying it was seeing my
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young child point towards a walland say a random man's name.
Kids at that age don't fully grasp the concept of lying or
playing a prank. If he is pointing at something
and calling it by name, that means he had learned it and is
doing his best to communicate with me about what he'd
experienced. It was in that moment I knew I.
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Had to get out of there, so I picked.
Him up and grabbed my keys, wallet, phone and phone charger
and was heading to my dad's for the night.
He lived 10 minutes up the road.But then it hit me.
I would need the mattress from his car bed.
See, behind that wall my son pointed at was his bedroom.
I. Stared at the door handle for a
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moment, debating whether or not to just leave, but knew if I was
going to. That I at.
Least need his mattress. With a Swift.
Jog into the bedroom. I pulled that bed.
Up with one hand and got. Out of there ASAP.
I leave calling my dad and waking him up, telling him that
I was heading there for the night and that I would explain
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it all to him when I got there. He said he would.
Leave his door open and to just come on in when I get there.
Now this story isn't over yet. It gets even weirder.
As I was driving to my dad's, I decided to call my buddy Tony to
tell him what happened. Immediately upon him learning
that I bolted out of the apartment in a manner that I.
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Did he laughed? I can't blame him.
I'd probably laugh at me too. If I heard he ran out with a
toddler in one hand and mattressin the other at 10:30 at night,
but I wasn't him. My son saw an entity in our
apartment and I was seriously considering never going.
Back, however. In the middle of his laughter,
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he remembered something. He stops and says, hey, wasn't
Johnny the name of Fran's husbands that used to?
Live there. Let's rewind to a few months
back. I was.
Just moving into the apartment, unloading things for my pickup.
Truck. And I noticed a sweet.
Little old lady walking her dogs.
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Out in the courtyard in front ofthe apartment complex, as I was
walking by her, I introduced myself and told her I was moving
into the building. She introduced herself as
Francis, but went by Fran by people who knew her.
We exchanged pleasantries as I walked into the building.
She followed because her 2 little pups.
Finished their business and we all started walking upstairs to
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the second floor to our apartments.
My apartment was on the corner of the building, so I went left
when I got up there and Fran went.
Straight to her apartment. But as I was walking to mine.
Her little dogs followed me. I said wow.
I must have made a great first impression, but Fran replied.
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No, honey, I actually used to live in that apartment with my
husband for 15 years, but when he died six months ago, I
couldn't live there anymore and had to move.
I sat there not knowing what to really.
Say besides. Oh, I'm so sorry for your loss.
Fran. Replies with a slight.
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Frown on her face. It's not your fault.
When it's our time, it's our time.
And then immediately. Follows up with.
And just to let you know, he didn't die in that apartment.
It was at the hospital. I immediately reply with I
wasn't thinking that but thanks for at least letting me know.
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But in the back of my head I waswondering that and glad she
informed me. Fast forward back.
To the night of the incident, mybuddy Tony tells me I probably
need to talk to Fran about what happened and to maybe see if she
had a picture of him and to see if my son could point him out.
Just to see if that's what really.
Happened. I tell him I'm not sure how I
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feel about bringing this up to her, not trying to stir her
emotions not even a year after her husband's death.
We hang up and I arrived at my dad's.
I go in and explain everything to him.
He understands and then during the night convinces me that I
need to talk to Fran as soon as I could to make sure that Kevin
saw her husband in the apartmentinstead of something possibly
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sinister. So the next day.
I decided to do it. I decided to bring this up to
Fran and not to just clear up ifmy son saw the.
Ghost of her deceased. Husband in my apartment.
But if it were him, maybe Fran could get some comfort in
knowing that her husband was still there for.
Her. I pull up and who?
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Do I see outside? Walking her dogs.
You guessed it, Fran. I approach her.
Saying if she has a few minutes I would like to talk to her in
private about something important.
Confused, she politely invites me up to her.
Place to talk we. Go in and sit down on her couch.
I start off with informing her that I wasn't there to tell her
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any BS considering how the last year is gone.
For her, she. Looks at me, still confused.
So I tell her that I'll just getright to it.
I tell her that. I think my son saw her husband
in my apartment and told her to just give me a few minutes to
explain why I thought. That I told her the story.
And how I thought if this wasn'ther husband.
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That I would. Like to at least make sure that
it was nothing sinister before Ibring my kid back in there.
She understood, but seemed skeptical.
I can't blame her. I would be too.
Hearing all of that, I then asked Fran if she had a picture
of Johnny, perhaps one with him with multiple other men in it,
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so that if my son points him outthat it would prove even more
that he did see him. She.
Obliged and brought out an. Old.
Photo album from her bedroom. She opens it and.
Flicks a few pages over. And then?
Shows us a photo of. Three men in the photo.
It looks like 3 guys at a cookout.
Enjoying each other's company around the grill, I then asked
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Kevin if he remembers Johnny that he saw last night.
He looked at me and nodded his head.
Yes, I look over at the photo. And ask my son to point Johnny
out to us. He walks right up.
To it in heavens to Betsy. He, without hesitation, points
right at Johnny. Fran immediately broke into
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tears and I was right behind her.
I reached over and hugged. Her as we both cried.
She said in a sobbing voice thatalmost a whole.
Year has passed. And that she was feeling alone,
her husband for 27 years died and she had really nobody and to
know that he was still here looking after her took away some
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of that loneliness after wiping away the.
Tears, I told her. That anytime she wanted to come
in there and talk to him alone to just let me know.
She said that she would. And I told her that I was going
to hold her to that. She then told me what probably
happened was when my son was playing in the kitchen that he
might have. Reached into the drawer where we
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kept certain. Steak knives and that Johnny
possibly closed the drawer on his fingers and was making sure
he didn't get a hold of those knives.
Whatever the reason, I know thatnothing odd ever happened to us
in that apartment before that night.
I think when my dad was over telling those paranormal
stories, perhaps Johnny felt that this was the best time for
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him to communicate. I was telling Fran that it's
time for me to leave and asked if she wanted to come with me to
maybe talk to him. She politely declined and said
that she needed. To let all of this.
Soak in before she tried to do anything like that.
I understood and told her to never hesitate to ask me to talk
to him when she. Was ready, she said she would.
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And I hugged her and left me andmy son headed back over to the
apartment. I walk in realizing I left the
door unlocked all night due to me running out of there the
previous night. I set my keys down and begin to
talk out loud saying hey Johnny,it's me, the guy that ran out of
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here last night. Because he's too scared of
ghosts. I just want to let you know that
Fran is 3 doors that way and that she would.
Love to have you go. Over there and keep her company
instead of me. Who scares too easy?
Anyway, thanks for protecting mykid from the knives.
Please don't try to communicate with me though.
I obviously showed. Signs last night that I cannot
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handle it. Anyway, thanks.
And again, Fran is. 3 doors thatway buddy.
After that, I never felt creepedout in that apartment.
Nothing ever happened and my kidnever saw Johnny there again.
Fran never came to me to talk toJohnny and when we would talk.
After that the topic. Never came up.
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Seven months later, we moved out.
I walked up to Fran's door and hugged.
Her goodbye. I handed her the keys and said
if you wanted to go. Over there that it's all hers to
do so. Until they rent the place to a
new tenant. She took the keys and hugged me
with a tear in her. Eyes, we said goodbye.
And that was it. I don't know if she ever went
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back in that apartment to talk to him or not.
However, I do know my son, seeing him that night and
pointing him out in a picture toher must have made her feel not
alone that her husband was still.
Here with her. And that to.
This day, always. Brings a smile to my face
whenever I think about the incident.
That made me a believer. In the paranormal.
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Yeah. Yeah.
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Yeah. Yeah.
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Yeah. Yeah.
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