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Thank you so much for being hereand I really hope you enjoy this
episode. I work at a small organic
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grocery store with a surprising amount of strange customers.
We get a lot of conspiracy theorists who for some reason
always want to talk to me. There have been multiple people
from all walks of life who wouldlove nothing better than to
stand in a grocery store for 10 minutes and tell the cashier
that Biden wants to behead Christians.
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Those people are weird and sometimes get slightly
aggressive and uppity when I don't respond to their
monologues they had prepared forme, but they don't scare me.
I am lucky to work at a place with a wonderful group of
managers who have no problem taking over a situation if it
gets out of hand. The guy who scares me the most
rarely ever actually talks to me.
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He's a regular there, one of themany of the homeless population
who will stop in every now and then.
Most of them are lovely people, if a little strange.
This man works at a store nearbyand lives in his car, so he'll
often stop in multiple times a day.
He has said a multitude of crazythings to my Co workers
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unprompted and for ridiculously long amounts of time.
He told one of my Co workers that because he wasn't white he
was the son of the Antichrist. Regaled me about how we used to
do a lot of drugs and have a lotof sex but that he doesn't
anymore and I heard him growl atmy Co worker once because he had
to swipe his card again. Even customers have complained
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about him saying weird things tothem.
The worst thing he does is he'lljust stand and stare at us,
specifically the employees. Sometimes he'll just stand in
front of the checkout lines not holding anything, not wanting to
check out. He just stands still and stares
at us. It's starting to ramp up and I'm
genuinely afraid of him. The staring and the weird
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comments were bad enough, but this is the incident that made
me fearful of him. I've gotten work done early, so
I was doing some grocery shopping around 8:00 PM, an hour
before closing. There were very few people in
the store and of course, our scary friend.
We have lots of names for him, but I mostly call him Squinty.
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He's always staring with his eyes really narrowed.
Was wandering around again, slowly as he usually does.
I swear to you every time I looked behind me he was
following me into that aisle, even if it was starting to hurt,
and I got the few things I needed, even if it was 1 he had
just been in. He was waltzing right up behind
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me. My stomach was starting to hurt
and I got the few things I needed and left as fast as I
could. Later on, I was convinced by a
wonderfully kind manager to let him send in the report so they
could look at the tapes. Ever since then, his behavior
has gotten scarier. One night he came in exactly at
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8:45. He has been coming in nearly
every day for years. He knows what time we close.
He also knows that I almost always close in the evenings and
I usually work several days in arow.
It was right as I was about to go count my till and I swear as
soon as I turned around he was standing at the entrance hands
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in his pockets totally still staring me down.
My manager walked me to the office and he did not move until
I was in that room. I have the store manager walk me
to my car. He isn't the most sensitive
person, he wants to see the bestin everyone, often times against
the wishes of his employees. But even he was telling me he
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never comes in this late. As I was putting things into my
car he said oh that's weird. I look up and sure enough there
he is standing by his car and staring in my direction.
Once I see him he slowly gets inhis car and just sits in it not
moving. He didn't follow me out of the
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parking lot but I still took turns and back roads to make
sure he didn't follow me. I was feeling pretty good this
week. He didn't come in very much, and
when he did, my manager would see him and tell him to go sit
in the cash office before he could even lay eyes on me.
Then come get me. When he left, I felt safe and
thankful for these wonderful people.
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Then the other night, close to closing, I turn around to get
some bags ready and he is standing outside the window
right in front of me, staring atme, hands in his pockets, mask
on his face so I can't see his expression, just his squinting,
glaring eyes. I was shocked.
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And of course at that moment I had a rush of customers and no
other workers around me to help.My manager was on break, the
store manager was somewhere way in the back.
I was the closing cashier, and Iwas all alone except for the few
very disinterested late night customers that were now
impatiently standing in my line.I kept going.
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As he walked into the store. He disappeared for a moment.
As is the layout of the store. And later my Co worker in
another department, also a youngfemale working alone, came up
front to tell me he was slowly walking through those aisles,
not looking for anything, not looking at anything but her.
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Finally my manager came back. I quickly told her I needed to
go to the back and as I did the man comes moseying up to the
front to stand in front of my register, once again staring at
me. I turn off my light and she
turns hers on and I work to finish the transaction I was on.
He has nothing in his hands. He's not trying to check out but
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he's standing there like he's waiting in line.
I put my clothes sign up, he doesn't move.
As soon as I finish I all but run back to the cash office.
He was there for another 20 to 30 minutes before leaving.
Maybe I'm just being paranoid, but every time he enters the
store my stomach drops. He's barely ever spoken to me,
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but I can't help but feel like he knows I reported him and
knows that I'm afraid of him. Recently, in one of his long
winded one side conversations with a different cashier, he
said he often runs out of his medication at the end of the
month. As I'm writing this, it's the
middle of February. If this is how he's acting on
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his meds, I'm afraid of what theend of the month will bring.
I made a best friend in high school named Ayla.
Ayla and I were super close and we are still friends today.
I just wanted to introduce her as she is an essential character
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in this story. She was one year behind me in
high school, and when I graduated I decided to take a
gap year before I went to college so that I could help her
finish out and be there for her.Her mother regularly left her
all by herself in a big empty house, so I invited her to spend
the night at my house almost every other weekend.
This story is one of those times.
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It was a Friday night and Ayla and I had made our usual plans
that weekend for after she was finished with marching bands.
That evening around 9:00 PM, shetexted me to come to the school
to pick her up, and when I arrived she got in the car.
I remember she looked rather sadas opposed to her usually
upbeat, silly self, so I asked what was wrong.
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Her mom had said she was not going to be home for another
three weeks after she had promised she was coming home the
next weekend. Obviously Ayla was very
disappointed. I asked her what she would like
to do and Ayla said she would really like to see your mother's
best friend who lived about fourstreets away from my house.
It was around 10:00 PM at this point and I was a little bit
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hesitant to drop by unannounced because she may not even be
home. Ayla did not have her phone
number and I lived in a bad partof town, but Ayla was so
insistent so we drove to her house.
This person was like an aunt to her.
We arrived on her aunt's road about 10 minutes later and there
was no place to park, so I decided to park on some gravel
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at the side of the road on the corner so that I was not in the
way of incoming traffic. The gravel section was around a
block away from her aunt's house, so we had to walk to get
there. We began the short walk and I
got this really uneasy feeling, like something was not right
about the place. Even though we lived in a bad
neighborhood, you could usually hear cars driving by, people
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shouting and dogs barking even that late at night.
On this night, you could hear none of those things.
The street was dark and quiet, save for a single light about 50
feet from the entrance to her aunt's home.
The house is one of those placesthat is a single story, has no
front porch so that the door is flat against the house, and has
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a long sidewalk to the entrance.I told Ayla I felt really uneasy
and she chalked it up to me being jumpy as usual.
Can you blame me? With the neighborhood I lived
in? I decided not to push it and she
was already feeling down. When we got to the door, Ayla
knocked a few times and rang thedoorbell.
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She knocked and rang several times for about 10 minutes, and
I said that her aunt probably wasn't home if she didn't answer
after the first set of knocks. Ayla sighed and decided I was
probably right, so we started walking to the car.
As we turned around, Ayla and I noticed a short figure wandering
into the orange globe, the single street light 50 feet
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away. He was what looked like to be a
cross between a man and a child,about four feet tall, with a
really muscular chest and arms, scrawny but with scrawny pencil
legs. He was very disproportionate.
His head and features were obscured in a sort of blur other
than his clothing, and neither of us could make out exactly how
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old he was. Walking is not a very good way
of describing how he moved. He sort of swayed with his
shoulders in big, slow, jerky and dramatic movements, letting
his arms that were too long and muscular for his body flopped
beside him and pausing in between strides, he stopped
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beneath the light. We stood in shock for about 30
seconds, and it was not until I urged Ayla to hurry to the car
that the short man started to run straight towards us.
He was fast, and his swaying, jerky movements became swift,
flinging arms that flung violently into the air as he
ran, and Ayla and I screamed andtook off as fast as we could go.
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I remember hearing the pounding of his feet behind us when I
flung myself into the driver's seat, starting the ignition and
locking all the doors. I was so scared I couldn't get
myself to start driving away because my hands were shaking so
badly. And Ayla shouted he's gone and
he was vanished without a trace.I glanced out the rear view
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mirror and where before he had been 10 feet or less behind us,
there was no longer a man, The street was quiet once again.
That prompted me to move again and I threw the car into drive
and took off around the corner towards my house.
We got there, we just sat for a few minutes and then went inside
and tried to figure out what just happened.
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At that time we decided it was probably an addict and tried to
forget about it as best we could, but it was by far one of
the scariest things that's ever happened to us.
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I am 23 and I'm currently livingalone.
Sleep paralysis and night terrors are so common for me, to
the point that I can recognize them instantly and break free
from them on my own. But a few nights ago, I
experienced something very different.
A few nights ago, I woke in the middle of the night.
I reached for my phone and saw that it was roughly 4.
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AMI am a light sleeper, so waking up randomly like this has
always been an annoying yet common occurrence.
I sighed. My alarm would go off in 2
hours. I should try to fall back
asleep, I thought. I kept telling myself to stop
trying so hard, let the sleep come to you.
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I even attempted meditation. But the more I did, the more I
began to feel my brain inevitably waking up
uncontrollably, racing through all the tasks that I needed to
get done. The next day I accepted this
fact and decided I should at least rest my eyes.
I curled up on my side on 1/2 ofmy queen sized bed, facing the
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edge of the bed. All of a sudden, clear as day, I
felt my mattress sank behind me like someone sat down on my bed.
My eyes shot open. I froze, confused and terrified.
I felt that sinking spot in the mattress shifted and heard the
sheets shuffled as the person was dragging themselves across
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my bed behind me. I lied very still and shut my
eyes tight, trying to regulate my breathing and heartbeat.
I told myself as long as I can convince them I am really
asleep, they would leave me alone.
I felt the person moving closer and closer to me until they
touched my back. I did everything to hold in a
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gasp. I didn't dare open my eyes
because I feared what I would come face to face with.
I could almost picture a haunting face leaning over mine,
and I did not want to witness that.
As if they've made sure I was really asleep.
They retrieved. I let out a sigh of relief.
Disguised as one of those gruntsyou make when you're sleeping.
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I could still feel them sitting on my bed behind me.
I slowly opened my eyes, but I didn't move another muscle.
Trying not to move my head and neck, I looked around the room
with my very limited field of vision.
It's not real, I thought. I was just dreaming.
I was sure because I knew if it was an actual intruder, I
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wouldn't have reacted the way I did, and I wouldn't have tried
to pretend to sleep. I would most likely put up a
fight, try to escape, or scream for help.
But why is that spot on my bed behind me still sunken in?
I looked at the room again. From what I could see, my room
looked exactly like the way it should.
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You know how when you recall a dream that you had which took
place in your room, your room would always look a bit off in
your dreams? Well, I was very sure that I was
looking at my room with my own eyes, so it had to be real.
It wasn't a dream. Then what was?
All of a sudden, I felt a light tug on my duvet.
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I flinched, gasped, and closed my eyes, but it was too late.
The person began pulling my duvet violently once they
realized I was awake. I screamed and kicked and cried
as I mustered up all the strength within myself to keep
the duvet over myself the entiretime.
I didn't dare turning around to see who it was or what it was.
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I just pulled, kicked and wailedin the same curled up position,
keeping my eyes shut, snot and tears covering my face.
For some reason I believed if I let the thing pull my duvet away
and expose myself, I'd be a goner.
Then, as suddenly as it all occurred, it all stopped.
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I opened my eyes again and saw that the sky was brightening up.
I sat up and looked at my bed and around my room.
I was fully covered by my duvet.There was no sign of a tug of
war ever taking place. There was no snot or tears on my
face. I was sweating and my heart was
beating out of my chest. What was that?
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I was beyond baffled. Usually when I see my room in my
dream, I'll remember how off it looked once I've woken up.
But this time, nothing about theroom I just saw seconds ago
looked off to me. I was sure I was looking at my
room with my own eyes and the mattress sinking.
It all felt so real. Perhaps my eyes were really open
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and looking at my room in reality, but my exhausted brain
somehow slipped into that realm between dreamland and
consciousness and created this juxtaposition of reality and
imagination. But I am open to any other
explanations. I have an aunt that lives in a
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haunted house. The house was built in the late
1800's. The house has a weird setup.
It is technically 2 separate identical houses conjoined as
one big house. According to my mom, the house
was owned by two women that weretwins with each twin living on
their own side and each side connecting through a staircase
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in the attic. Legend has it the twins had an
uncle that did bad things to them that ended and one of the
twins getting pregnant and having a baby.
The other twins smothered the baby, ending in both of the
twins taking their lives. Weirdly, almost every family
member that has had the misfortune of sleeping over at
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that house has left with a storyto tell.
To my dismay, I have on two different occasions.
The summer after I graduated 8thgrade, my older cousin was
getting married out of state. Not all the family from our
state could go, so just me and my aunt went.
We had a very early flight to catch so she figured it would be
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better if I spent the night at her house.
I asked if I could sleep in her room.
When she asked why I was direct and told her because the house
was haunted as usual. She shrugged it off and angrily
disputed that there were no ghosts.
She said if it'll make you feel better, you can stay in my room.
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As night drew near, I went to the bathroom to the medicine
cabinet and took Sleep Medicine in hopes that it would make me
fall asleep before my aunt. Sure enough, it didn't.
My aunt dozed off and I lay wideawake and scared, occasionally
switching my eyes from looking at the TV to glance at the
hallway through the open door. A couple of hours passed and
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nothing happened. I started to let my guard down
and relax a little. I got a little more comfortable
in the bed and out of nowhere the closet door knob started
frantically rotating as if someone was trying to get out.
I immediately sat up wide awake and in panic mode.
The remaining hours of the nightI stayed awake in fear watching
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the closet door, not sure who orwhat was trying to open the
closet, but to this day I am happy.
Nothing ever did. Years later, the summer after I
graduated college, I spent the night over at her house again.
Like the previous time, we were traveling out of town the next
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day and my aunt figured it wouldbe better if I spent the night
at her house so we could catch our early flight the next
morning. I unhappily obliged as we were
tired for the night. I headed to the room where I
would be sleeping, quote UN quote.
It was the room down the hall from my aunts.
I closed the door. Put on my pajamas and sat down
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on the recliner in front of the TVI had already mentally
prepared myself and had expectedto stay awake the entire night.
The beginning of the night, I browsed the web on my phone to
pass time. A couple of hours passed and
nothing happened. As soon as the clock approached
3, AMI began to hear what sounded like heeled shoes.
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Walking whatever it was, walked up the stairs, down the hall,
and stopped right outside the room I was in.
I immediately jumped up, went tothe heavy day bed in the room,
and pushed it in front of the door to prevent whatever it was
from opening the door. The Walking continued again and
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again. It would start from the base of
the stairs, go up the stairs, and down the hall, each time
stopping right outside the door of the room I was in.
Despite barricading the door closed, I was still scared.
To lighten up the tense atmosphere, I turned on the
channel that had stand up comedyand tried to watch that, but I
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was still scared. The Walking persisted for the
entire hour. Eventually it stopped, but I
kept the door barricaded, remained awake and waited until
morning to open the door. Needless to say, I have not been
back to sleep over at my aunt's house and never will again.
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Growing up around the age of 13 or 14, my best friend's house
was always where I stayed. Spent years practically living
in her little trailer for the entire summer.
I remember 1 winter, the year was rough and we got around 6
inches of snow during winter break.
Of course, I was determined to spend the time off of school at
my friend's place and it wasn't surprising when I ended up stuck
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there for a few days due to the amount of ice and snow covering
the roads. The cold weather made for a day
of cozy hot chocolate, movies, crafting, and the most important
thing, a wood burning furnace. Me and my friend had just
finished up making some crafts and as such night fell on the
sky. So to set this story up, the
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trailer had around 7:00 rooms, abathroom, 4 bedrooms, a kitchen,
and an extension they built intothe back that served as the
living room. The room faced the woods that
stretched for miles, which I knew because we frequently found
ourselves exploring it. The extension held a couch, the
furnace, ATV and a stand, a chair, and two glass sliding
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doors that pulled out onto a small deck where her dad kept
the logs and her cats sat delicately as they ate.
Past the porch and out of view of the glass doors by just a
little bit was her father's workshop where he often spent
his days and nights, only cominginside to add another log to the
flame. Me and my friend spent a lot of
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time in the room because her bedroom was small and the couch
in the extension could fold intoa full size bed.
We kept the blankets inside the couch so when it rolled out we
could instantly get in bed and go to sleep.
That freezing winter night we passed out under many covers
across from the burning wood stove.
I found myself hazily awakened by the cold of the door opening
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as her father walked into the room, illuminated by the light
of the television, which my friend finds necessary to keep
on to fall asleep. Not until he began walking
across the floor did I realize that I was beginning to float.
I could see my body laying on myside below me next to my friend.
I knew that it was impossible tobe awake because I could see
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myself asleep as I stopped at the ceiling above the
television. I could smell the wood burning
smell and see the sparks as her dad lay a few logs on the fire.
The small bits of snow boot prints melted on the carpet
before he stopped to say goodnight to our sleeping
figures before sliding the door over to go back out into the
shed for a night of work. I watched our still bodies lay
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and the fire crackle for what felt like an hour or so before
my eyes shifted to movement. The side of something slide into
view of the glass doors from theside of the bed caught my gaze.
The object could only be made out as a black mass like a
shadow. Despite the vivid colors of
television lights that danced across the glass reflecting
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back, the figure was void of light.
Somehow it looks like the spot sucked all the rays into the
total darkness of a black hole that was only there in one spot
and 1 shape. It was a few minutes of complete
silence and dead staring at thismass before a shape began to
appear, a hand sliding into my line of sight and moving the
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handle to the sliding door. A slow, jerky movement turned
the handle and a creak sounded across the walls as the door
slid along the frame and crackedfar enough open for the darkness
to slide through. The familiar cold climate
greeted me as my body below my eyes shivered under the covers.
The creature had to duck down and bend in order to fit into
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the glass door frame, which was well above the height of a
person. Only as it moved past the
reflecting glass did the mass begin to portray the figure of a
man. The shape was similar to a
human, still devoid of features,entirely black, and even the
color in the room seemed to havebeen absorbed into the void of
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its body. The thing walked unsteadily, as
if it was unable to control its body, like a man with slinkies
his feet. With each step, its length
seemed to stretch and bend, likeit was unable to control the way
it portioned out. It bended back and forth, closer
and farther with each inch closer.
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It stomped as the figure began to illuminate what appeared to
be the dark shadow of a hat uponits head rocked back and forth.
The figure abruptly stopped and vibrated as it straightened and
reached the edge of the bed where I laid closest to the
doors. His body stayed straight, but
only the middle section bent so the top part of its frame was
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facing directly down, face to face with my closed sleeping
eyes. The dark hand jerkily pulled up
and made a formed line above where the eyebrows would be if
the face of the creature wasn't a black hole, as if it was
helping shield the TV light to look at my features better.
And just like that, it stayed for another hour.
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Perhaps. I could see myself shaking below
and sweat reflected pools of light towards me.
It was as if my subconscious knew that this mass inflicted
pure terror and stillness and worry into my body, and yet I
could do nothing but watch myself cold and shaking below.
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I had no hands to shake myself awake, to pinch myself from this
nightmare. All I could do was stare and
watch as this thing stared, not so much as breathe or move the
bed frame in the slightest, justobserving me silently in the
night when my brain tried to rack itself around all I could
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possibly think of as to how something like this could exist.
How was this real? Then, just as insanely and
unrealistically as it had appeared all of a sudden, the
creature straightened and hurriedly stumbled toward the
door. The frame moved, opened, and
closed as he slid sideways out of view of the porch door.
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A slam echoed outside as the workshop door open.
Hitting the wall, the familiar boot steps walked onto the
porch, stepping in the ghosts ofwhere the creature's feet had
stepped. The sound of the boots marched
to the door. Inside, my friend's dad,
unbothered, peered into the reflecting glass before sliding
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to open the door, adding anotherlog to the wood stove.
He left the room after completing his task and headed
toward his room to sleep for therest of the night.
I watched as this familiar scenecalmed my sleeping face as the
snow once again melted into bootprints on the floor, realizing
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that the thing had never left a mark in or on the carpet.
I sat floating for hours as the daylight lit the room and the
darkness faded before I slid back into my body below to wake.
I sat up as my dream was vivid and before I said a word to my
friend who was stirred by my abruptness, said that she had a
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terrible dream a few nights backand she knew that I had seen it
too. My friend spoke about a man who
peered out of her closet and wasgone when she went to check it
out. I was baffled by this entire
experience, but I have never hadsleep paralysis like this before
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or after, and a mutual friend ofours had claimed to see the same
man growing up in that house before we even mentioned our
story while we were camping. I know it seems crazy, but I am
convinced that the house, the extension is built somewhere it
shouldn't have been. The creature was not just a
physical energy, it was full of dread and malice, and it was
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looming off of it as it stood near me.
I just know that it did not wantme to be there.
It's been many years since I've been back to that house and I
don't talk to that friend as much anymore.
I can only wonder if it ever came back.
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This was over a year or two ago.I'm young, living in Southern
California in the San Diego areaand live with my family,
including my older sister, we'llcall her Eliza.
We had a cousin who we'll call Jerry visiting us from out of
country, and as he and my sisterare particularly close due to
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them being closer in age, she took it upon herself to be his
tour guide since he hadn't been to California since he was a
small child. Eliza and Jerry are big fans of
pop culture, particularly pop music.
There was a fairly famous pop singer performing in Los
Angeles, which is a bit of a ways away from where we live.
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Eliza was a particularly big fan, and she actually bought
tickets specifically for Jerry and her so they could go during
the visit. At first I was a bit salty that
I wasn't included in the invite since I am somewhat of a fan
too, but whatever. Not wanting to miss out on a fun
day trip, I decided to invite two of my close friends, who
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we'll call Savannah and Eric, who were something of a couple
at the time. I don't have my license, but
both of them do, so that way, once Jerry and Eliza go to the
show, we could still drive around and do whatever.
My sister drove the five of us to Los Angeles, she and Jerry in
the front with Savannah, Eric and me in the back.
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Despite being a casual fan of the artist they were going to
see, Eliza and Jerry played the artist on repeat the entire time
we drove with traffic. It easily was a three hour trip.
Mind you, the artist only had like 3 albums out at the time
and one of them was very loud and a bit depressing.
My friends and I tend to like softer, more rock type music, so
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you can assume we got tired of this pretty quickly.
Not only that, but both Eliza and Jerry felt the need to
screech the lyrics out the wholetime, and unfortunately neither
of them had the most pleasant voice.
Once we got in Los Angeles around noon, we were all hungry
and in need of a restroom. Being in Los Angeles, it's hard
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to find available clean restrooms to use whenever.
I suspect it's due to the constant use of the homeless and
thus many places aren't open to the public or available to use
without purchasing something. So not only was the constant
need to find restrooms a bit frustrating, but finding food we
could all agree on was also adding to the stress.
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Jerry had never tried ramen before since traditional
Japanese food isn't easily foundwhere he lives, so we did our
best to accommodate him. However, Eliza is staunchly
gluten free due to health problems, and Savannah has a
severe peanut allergy, which caused us to have a little
trouble finding somewhere we could all eat.
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These aspects aren't necessarilykey to this story, but I want to
build up the chain of events that led to my mood and later
actions. Jerry and Eliza were totally in
their own world, likely getting pumped for the show later that
night. Eliza would ignore whatever my
friends and I requested we do during our time there and
definitely played up the I'm older than you and therefore
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what I say goes hard with me. So at this point I was already
getting pretty sick of being around her and Jerry and
couldn't wait to drop them off at the show to be rid of them
for a while so just my friends and I could hang out.
Once we dropped the two of them off, the rest of the night was
fun, just as it always is when the three of us hang out.
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We went to Santa Monica and watched the sunset, walked
around a bit, and by the time westarted getting hungry, we
checked out Yelp and found a burger place that looked amazing
and was well suited for our tight budget.
I don't go to LA often so when we pulled up the directions and
got there I wasn't aware of which part we exactly were in.
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We were looking to park but a group of what seems to be gang
members stood in front of the spot we were going to park and
started approaching the car and putting their hands on the
exterior while looking into the window.
Eric was driving and said something to the effect of you
guys fine with parking here, notfine with parking there.
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Both Eliza and I told him we needed to pack it up and find
somewhere else. I've always been extra cautious,
especially in LA, since I've hada few other unsavory
experiences, including the time a man followed me and my friend
into our car and we had to shovehim out.
So there was no way I felt good about parking there.
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So we drove a few blocks, starving and ready to just
forget it until we found a clearspot in a well populated area.
The food was great and all was well aside from the bunches of
homeless people I saw around me.Pretty common in any part of LA
you find yourself in. I didn't even realize that we
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had been in the heart of Skid Row.
Once we made our way over, though, we discovered that the
place we wanted to eat was in the midst of Skid Row.
For those who don't know, Skid Row is a neighborhood in
downtown Los Angeles that extends about 50 city blocks and
is mostly home to the homeless. There are also a lot of dealers
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and ladies of the night that hang around there, too.
We were walking back to our car and I looked up to one of the
taller buildings along the blockand the sign at the side of the
top of the building. Red Hotel Cecil Low weekly
rates, 700 rooms The Cecil Hotelcould be a post in and of
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itself, but in short, it's an old hotel that briefly was in
its prime back in the 20s and 30s.
But as the depression struck thehotel and its ambiance went down
with it. It had been known for housing
some of society's unsavory, suchas the homeless and those in the
drug and sex industry, along with a few infamous guests such
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as the Night Stalker, Richard Ramirez.
It's supposed to be vacant as ofnow, but as far as I could see,
I'm pretty sure there was ongoing activity within the
building and around it. Squatters, I'm assuming?
I don't believe in the paranormal or anything like
that, but I can definitely confirm the unanimous thought
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that the place gives off really sketchy, creepy vibes.
Once I realized that's where we were, my friends and I booked it
to the car on the other side of the street.
We saw people looking into another parked car and they
looked our way once we approached the area, but
thankfully we took off in time. Thankfully nothing happened to
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us there, but naturally I was onedge of it.
After that, we stopped to pick up some pie from a pie shop Eric
was obsessed with. Since it was on our way to the
venue Eliza and Jerry were at, we thought we had plenty of
time, but by the time we got to eating, Eliza called me and
demanded we come over immediately.
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I knew nothing was wrong so I did hurry a bit, but we decided
to finish our pies before heading off.
Eliza kept texting me with impatience, saying things like
waiting here is boring and whereare you, we're tired, we want to
go now. Typical bossy older sister
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things. She was kind of a jerk to me the
entire day, so I guess I used that to justify my jerkiness
back. But then we had another bump in
the road. The Pi Savannah tribe had
peanuts cooked into the crust and she got so sick we rushed
out of there and tried to stop somewhere for water and an
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antihistamine since she didn't have her EpiPen.
She started feeling a bit better, but she was still really
sick and I was really stressed and worried.
Once we got to the venue, Eliza and Jerry took forever to come
out. I guess they started waiting to
see if they could meet the artist as she came out.
Once they finally came in and Eric and I shuffled to the back
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seat, Eliza had the nerve to yell at me for taking so long.
We had to stop a few times so Savannah could throw up and
rehydrate too. On top of that, Eliza and Jerry
continued to play the same artist on repeat again.
Along with their choppy videos of the show.
Oh, and of course they were singing.
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With Savannah, Sick Eric as aloof as ever, and me stressing
and on edge about everything that had happened thus far, I
was ready to bang my head against the window.
I know in the scheme of things these aren't big deals, but by
the time they all added up, especially my sick friend and
the bad attitude of my sister, it drove me up the wall.
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We dropped Eric and Savannah offfirst since their town was on
the way before ours. It was around 1:00 AM at that
point. I was sick and tired of the
music and loud talking and cackling and just overall
annoying conversations of my sister and cousin.
I was that level of mad where you're quiet angry.
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So once the two left, I got out of the car and demanded that I
drive home the rest of the way, mostly so I could DJ, but also
so I wouldn't have to hear them be jerks to me and talk so
loudly. Eliza made a fuss about it, but
ultimately, due to Jerry's cooperation, went to the back
seat. Once again, I am up the wall,
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very on edge from this. I play my music as I drive us
home and everything seems fine. It's when I'm almost home that
something happens. Our houses off the major freeway
in town, though it's a bit of a lonely, desolate area.
To get to our place, you have topass a hilltop with other houses
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on it and make a turn around it.To get to our neighborhood,
there's a cemented patch of grass between a stretch of
concrete between the hill and the turn that's used as a
divider between oncoming and ongoing traffic as I'm
approaching coming up to make the turn around the.
Hill on my left, I see somethingthat's creeped me out.
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And been on my mind ever since. At this point, it's like 1:45 or
2:00 AM. This area isn't too busy this
late at night or this early in the morning, I guess you could
say. On the grass divider and along
the cement. There are people lined along the
thinner cement part of the divider and on the grass patch.
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A small crowd of people. There were at least 15 people
and they were all wearing white.I could see them perfectly with
my lights on and the brightness of their clothes, and they were
moving around almost doing a jigwhen I came up.
But as I was driving next to them, unable to take my eyes off
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of them, they started raising their voices and all talking at
once. I could hear it through the
window and over my music and they started sprinting towards
me, trying to get my attention and following along as I pulled
to the right to make my turn. They literally were following me
and talking at us. It was the most bizarre, creepy
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thing. I can't say for sure, but they
were dressed similarly to KKK members, though I'm not too sure
if that's what they were and I'mobviously having a WTF moment.
I didn't have a clue about what I saw, but I knew I did see
something. I scream and panic and ask Eliza
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and Jerry if they saw, and of course they had been dozing off
and broggily said no, but I knowI saw whatever they were.
Some of their faces weren't covered.
And I know I saw a man with a mustache, one of the many
people, and they were rushing over and I got the feeling they
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wanted me to stop the car or something.
I know people sometimes create diversions or distractions like
that for their own nefarious reasons to target drivers, so
I'm not sure what that was or what they were doing.
The town I live in is small, old, and somewhat rural.
We are known as one of the most conservative towns in the USA,
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so I guess it. Could have been something like
the KKK due to the way they weredressed.
There are also some known observers of the occult in the
area too, though not so common these days.
Eliza and Jerry got irritated with me because I drove her on
the block past our own a few times rather than immediately
pulling into our street. I was pretty sure they weren't
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following anymore, but I just was so creeped out I felt like I
had to do something just to be safe.
I told our mother about this. She believed me.
I think to an extent, but I meanit does sound really absurd and
my sister to this day claims that it never happened.
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She even refuses to believe or acknowledge that I was the one
driving. Sometimes it makes me feel crazy
but I know at the very least I was the one driving.
She says she was, but I 100% know it was me.
I am 100% positive I did see something some mysterious group
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doing who knows what. Be careful guys.
When you go out of town, especially to a place like Los
Angeles, you can expect some weird encounters.
But the strangest and possibly the most dangerous 1 was just a
little over a block away from myhouse.
Just lurking in the dark waitingfor some passing motorist to
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stop and talk to them. Or maybe something far more
sinister than just talking. The events of this story took
place around the autumn months of 2014.
I'm not sure what would have happened if my mom hadn't heard
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this person, but either way I'm grateful she did.
To help paint a better picture of the events I'm about to
describe to you, I must firstly briefly explain the basic layout
of my home. There are three entrances to my
home, the front side and the back door, which was located in
what was my bedroom at the time.The back door has a glass window
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that allows the perfect view of our quarter acre backyard for my
room. This might not seem like much,
but living in Salem, OR that's as good as you're going to get.
To access the backyard, you mustfirst walk down the driveway on
the left side of the house, leaving you visible to our next
door neighbors. This is also where our brittle
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side door from the 1940s lies. At the end of the driveway is
our garage, and to the right of that, our backyard, as
unfortunately there was no gate at the time.
But this incident and several others like it led to us putting
up a roughly 7 foot fence. So now that you know the basic
layout of my home, you're probably noticing the potential
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for something sinister to happen.
And happen it did, my friends. But one thing is for certain, it
could have gone a lot worse. This particular incident took
place in the early morning hoursof two and 3:00 AM.
As I've always been a hardcore insomniac, I was watching
YouTube on my tablet, as most 13year olds do, when I'm startled
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by a beam of light illuminating the garage doors in my
periphery. Before I even turned my head to
look, I had already come to the following conclusions. 1 The
familiar circular beam of light was that of a flashlight, and
two, I had a weapon under my bedthat I use for target practice,
just in case. I decided to wait and see who
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this light was illuminating from, as it wasn't uncommon for
our neighbor to come into our yard looking for his cat.
It's a good thing I did, too, because the flashlight was
attached to the end of a weapon held by a uniformed police
officer, complete with a ballistic vest, Taser, baton,
and radio. Confused, I leave my bedroom
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expecting to see my mom sitting on the couch watching her
favorite TV show, Bones. Instead, I saw my mother on the
tips of her toes, leaning over the kitchen sink, looking out
the window and peering, trying to get a view of the officer
slowly and methodically creepinghis way up the driveway and into
our garage. Yep, he was definitely here for
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us, I thought as I begin to ask my mom what was going on.
Apparently, less than 15 feet away from my bed, a homeless
person on who knows what had snuck into our backyard and
accidentally kicked our glass recycle bin, alerting my mom who
was in the basement doing laundry.
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My mom tells me she then looked out the basement bathroom window
where she saw the person making the kind of stands that one
would trying to balance on a board, almost like the stance of
a child would do when they are out of bed at late hours of the
night trying to be sneaky to fetch a snack.
Regardless of their feeble attempts at being stealthy, my
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mom had seen them. And they must have caught on
too, because by the time my mom went upstairs to retrieve her
phone, dial 911, and an officer arrived, they were gone.
The cop told us that no one was in the garage or the backyard,
and I could almost feel the anxiety lift off my mother's
shoulders, even more so when theofficer offered to send someone
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over and survey the house until sunrise.
So just to clarify, yeah, someone who wasn't supposed to
be here was here. And not only that, but if they
had gone one or two more steps forward, there's no doubt they
would have seen me and I would have been none the wiser.
You may be glad to hear that I'mmuch more cautious nowadays.
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I have since updated my arsenal.We have also installed several
security cameras, a fence in thebackyard and a motion detector.
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Thank you so much for being hereand I really hope you enjoy this
episode. I work at a small organic
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grocery store with a surprising amount of strange customers.
We get a lot of conspiracy theorists who for some reason
always want to talk to me. There have been multiple people
from all walks of life who wouldlove nothing better than to
stand in a grocery store for 10 minutes and tell the cashier
that Biden wants to behead Christians.
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Those people are weird and sometimes get slightly
aggressive and uppity when I don't respond to their
monologues they had prepared forme, but they don't scare me.
I am lucky to work at a place with a wonderful group of
managers who have no problem taking over a situation if it
gets out of hand. The guy who scares me the most
rarely ever actually talks to me.
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He's a regular there, one of themany of the homeless population
who will stop in every now and then.
Most of them are lovely people, if a little strange.
This man works at a store nearbyand lives in his car, so he'll
often stop in multiple times a day.
He has said a multitude of crazythings to my Co workers
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unprompted and for ridiculously long amounts of time.
He told one of my Co workers that because he wasn't white he
was the son of the Antichrist. Regaled me about how we used to
do a lot of drugs and have a lotof sex but that he doesn't
anymore and I heard him growl atmy Co worker once because he had
to swipe his card again. Even customers have complained
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about him saying weird things tothem.
The worst thing he does is he'lljust stand and stare at us,
specifically the employees. Sometimes he'll just stand in
front of the checkout lines not holding anything, not wanting to
check out. He just stands still and stares
at us. It's starting to ramp up and I'm
genuinely afraid of him. The staring and the weird
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comments were bad enough, but this is the incident that made
me fearful of him. I've gotten work done early, so
I was doing some grocery shopping around 8:00 PM, an hour
before closing. There were very few people in
the store and of course, our scary friend.
We have lots of names for him, but I mostly call him Squinty.
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He's always staring with his eyes really narrowed.
Was wandering around again, slowly as he usually does.
I swear to you every time I looked behind me he was
following me into that aisle, even if it was starting to hurt,
and I got the few things I needed, even if it was 1 he had
just been in. He was waltzing right up behind
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me. My stomach was starting to hurt
and I got the few things I needed and left as fast as I
could. Later on, I was convinced by a
wonderfully kind manager to let him send in the report so they
could look at the tapes. Ever since then, his behavior
has gotten scarier. One night he came in exactly at
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8:45. He has been coming in nearly
every day for years. He knows what time we close.
He also knows that I almost always close in the evenings and
I usually work several days in arow.
It was right as I was about to go count my till and I swear as
soon as I turned around he was standing at the entrance hands
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in his pockets totally still staring me down.
My manager walked me to the office and he did not move until
I was in that room. I have the store manager walk me
to my car. He isn't the most sensitive
person, he wants to see the bestin everyone, often times against
the wishes of his employees. But even he was telling me he
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never comes in this late. As I was putting things into my
car he said oh that's weird. I look up and sure enough there
he is standing by his car and staring in my direction.
Once I see him he slowly gets inhis car and just sits in it not
moving. He didn't follow me out of the
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parking lot but I still took turns and back roads to make
sure he didn't follow me. I was feeling pretty good this
week. He didn't come in very much, and
when he did, my manager would see him and tell him to go sit
in the cash office before he could even lay eyes on me.
Then come get me. When he left, I felt safe and
thankful for these wonderful people.
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Then the other night, close to closing, I turn around to get
some bags ready and he is standing outside the window
right in front of me, staring atme, hands in his pockets, mask
on his face so I can't see his expression, just his squinting,
glaring eyes. I was shocked.
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And of course at that moment I had a rush of customers and no
other workers around me to help.My manager was on break, the
store manager was somewhere way in the back.
I was the closing cashier, and Iwas all alone except for the few
very disinterested late night customers that were now
impatiently standing in my line.I kept going.
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As he walked into the store. He disappeared for a moment.
As is the layout of the store. And later my Co worker in
another department, also a youngfemale working alone, came up
front to tell me he was slowly walking through those aisles,
not looking for anything, not looking at anything but her.
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Finally my manager came back. I quickly told her I needed to
go to the back and as I did the man comes moseying up to the
front to stand in front of my register, once again staring at
me. I turn off my light and she
turns hers on and I work to finish the transaction I was on.
He has nothing in his hands. He's not trying to check out but
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he's standing there like he's waiting in line.
I put my clothes sign up, he doesn't move.
As soon as I finish I all but run back to the cash office.
He was there for another 20 to 30 minutes before leaving.
Maybe I'm just being paranoid, but every time he enters the
store my stomach drops. He's barely ever spoken to me,
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but I can't help but feel like he knows I reported him and
knows that I'm afraid of him. Recently, in one of his long
winded one side conversations with a different cashier, he
said he often runs out of his medication at the end of the
month. As I'm writing this, it's the
middle of February. If this is how he's acting on
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his meds, I'm afraid of what theend of the month will bring.
I made a best friend in high school named Ayla.
Ayla and I were super close and we are still friends today.
I just wanted to introduce her as she is an essential character
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in this story. She was one year behind me in
high school, and when I graduated I decided to take a
gap year before I went to college so that I could help her
finish out and be there for her.Her mother regularly left her
all by herself in a big empty house, so I invited her to spend
the night at my house almost every other weekend.
This story is one of those times.
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It was a Friday night and Ayla and I had made our usual plans
that weekend for after she was finished with marching bands.
That evening around 9:00 PM, shetexted me to come to the school
to pick her up, and when I arrived she got in the car.
I remember she looked rather sadas opposed to her usually
upbeat, silly self, so I asked what was wrong.
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Her mom had said she was not going to be home for another
three weeks after she had promised she was coming home the
next weekend. Obviously Ayla was very
disappointed. I asked her what she would like
to do and Ayla said she would really like to see your mother's
best friend who lived about fourstreets away from my house.
It was around 10:00 PM at this point and I was a little bit
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hesitant to drop by unannounced because she may not even be
home. Ayla did not have her phone
number and I lived in a bad partof town, but Ayla was so
insistent so we drove to her house.
This person was like an aunt to her.
We arrived on her aunt's road about 10 minutes later and there
was no place to park, so I decided to park on some gravel
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at the side of the road on the corner so that I was not in the
way of incoming traffic. The gravel section was around a
block away from her aunt's house, so we had to walk to get
there. We began the short walk and I
got this really uneasy feeling, like something was not right
about the place. Even though we lived in a bad
neighborhood, you could usually hear cars driving by, people
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shouting and dogs barking even that late at night.
On this night, you could hear none of those things.
The street was dark and quiet, save for a single light about 50
feet from the entrance to her aunt's home.
The house is one of those placesthat is a single story, has no
front porch so that the door is flat against the house, and has
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a long sidewalk to the entrance.I told Ayla I felt really uneasy
and she chalked it up to me being jumpy as usual.
Can you blame me? With the neighborhood I lived
in? I decided not to push it and she
was already feeling down. When we got to the door, Ayla
knocked a few times and rang thedoorbell.
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She knocked and rang several times for about 10 minutes, and
I said that her aunt probably wasn't home if she didn't answer
after the first set of knocks. Ayla sighed and decided I was
probably right, so we started walking to the car.
As we turned around, Ayla and I noticed a short figure wandering
into the orange globe, the single street light 50 feet
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away. He was what looked like to be a
cross between a man and a child,about four feet tall, with a
really muscular chest and arms, scrawny but with scrawny pencil
legs. He was very disproportionate.
His head and features were obscured in a sort of blur other
than his clothing, and neither of us could make out exactly how
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old he was. Walking is not a very good way
of describing how he moved. He sort of swayed with his
shoulders in big, slow, jerky and dramatic movements, letting
his arms that were too long and muscular for his body flopped
beside him and pausing in between strides, he stopped
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beneath the light. We stood in shock for about 30
seconds, and it was not until I urged Ayla to hurry to the car
that the short man started to run straight towards us.
He was fast, and his swaying, jerky movements became swift,
flinging arms that flung violently into the air as he
ran, and Ayla and I screamed andtook off as fast as we could go.
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I remember hearing the pounding of his feet behind us when I
flung myself into the driver's seat, starting the ignition and
locking all the doors. I was so scared I couldn't get
myself to start driving away because my hands were shaking so
badly. And Ayla shouted he's gone and
he was vanished without a trace.I glanced out the rear view
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mirror and where before he had been 10 feet or less behind us,
there was no longer a man, The street was quiet once again.
That prompted me to move again and I threw the car into drive
and took off around the corner towards my house.
We got there, we just sat for a few minutes and then went inside
and tried to figure out what just happened.
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At that time we decided it was probably an addict and tried to
forget about it as best we could, but it was by far one of
the scariest things that's ever happened to us.
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I am 23 and I'm currently livingalone.
Sleep paralysis and night terrors are so common for me, to
the point that I can recognize them instantly and break free
from them on my own. But a few nights ago, I
experienced something very different.
A few nights ago, I woke in the middle of the night.
I reached for my phone and saw that it was roughly 4.
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AMI am a light sleeper, so waking up randomly like this has
always been an annoying yet common occurrence.
I sighed. My alarm would go off in 2
hours. I should try to fall back
asleep, I thought. I kept telling myself to stop
trying so hard, let the sleep come to you.
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I even attempted meditation. But the more I did, the more I
began to feel my brain inevitably waking up
uncontrollably, racing through all the tasks that I needed to
get done. The next day I accepted this
fact and decided I should at least rest my eyes.
I curled up on my side on 1/2 ofmy queen sized bed, facing the
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edge of the bed. All of a sudden, clear as day, I
felt my mattress sank behind me like someone sat down on my bed.
My eyes shot open. I froze, confused and terrified.
I felt that sinking spot in the mattress shifted and heard the
sheets shuffled as the person was dragging themselves across
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my bed behind me. I lied very still and shut my
eyes tight, trying to regulate my breathing and heartbeat.
I told myself as long as I can convince them I am really
asleep, they would leave me alone.
I felt the person moving closer and closer to me until they
touched my back. I did everything to hold in a
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gasp. I didn't dare open my eyes
because I feared what I would come face to face with.
I could almost picture a haunting face leaning over mine,
and I did not want to witness that.
As if they've made sure I was really asleep.
They retrieved. I let out a sigh of relief.
Disguised as one of those gruntsyou make when you're sleeping.
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I could still feel them sitting on my bed behind me.
I slowly opened my eyes, but I didn't move another muscle.
Trying not to move my head and neck, I looked around the room
with my very limited field of vision.
It's not real, I thought. I was just dreaming.
I was sure because I knew if it was an actual intruder, I
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wouldn't have reacted the way I did, and I wouldn't have tried
to pretend to sleep. I would most likely put up a
fight, try to escape, or scream for help.
But why is that spot on my bed behind me still sunken in?
I looked at the room again. From what I could see, my room
looked exactly like the way it should.
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You know how when you recall a dream that you had which took
place in your room, your room would always look a bit off in
your dreams? Well, I was very sure that I was
looking at my room with my own eyes, so it had to be real.
It wasn't a dream. Then what was?
All of a sudden, I felt a light tug on my duvet.
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I flinched, gasped, and closed my eyes, but it was too late.
The person began pulling my duvet violently once they
realized I was awake. I screamed and kicked and cried
as I mustered up all the strength within myself to keep
the duvet over myself the entiretime.
I didn't dare turning around to see who it was or what it was.
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I just pulled, kicked and wailedin the same curled up position,
keeping my eyes shut, snot and tears covering my face.
For some reason I believed if I let the thing pull my duvet away
and expose myself, I'd be a goner.
Then, as suddenly as it all occurred, it all stopped.
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I opened my eyes again and saw that the sky was brightening up.
I sat up and looked at my bed and around my room.
I was fully covered by my duvet.There was no sign of a tug of
war ever taking place. There was no snot or tears on my
face. I was sweating and my heart was
beating out of my chest. What was that?
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I was beyond baffled. Usually when I see my room in my
dream, I'll remember how off it looked once I've woken up.
But this time, nothing about theroom I just saw seconds ago
looked off to me. I was sure I was looking at my
room with my own eyes and the mattress sinking.
It all felt so real. Perhaps my eyes were really open
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and looking at my room in reality, but my exhausted brain
somehow slipped into that realm between dreamland and
consciousness and created this juxtaposition of reality and
imagination. But I am open to any other
explanations. I have an aunt that lives in a
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haunted house. The house was built in the late
1800's. The house has a weird setup.
It is technically 2 separate identical houses conjoined as
one big house. According to my mom, the house
was owned by two women that weretwins with each twin living on
their own side and each side connecting through a staircase
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in the attic. Legend has it the twins had an
uncle that did bad things to them that ended and one of the
twins getting pregnant and having a baby.
The other twins smothered the baby, ending in both of the
twins taking their lives. Weirdly, almost every family
member that has had the misfortune of sleeping over at
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that house has left with a storyto tell.
To my dismay, I have on two different occasions.
The summer after I graduated 8thgrade, my older cousin was
getting married out of state. Not all the family from our
state could go, so just me and my aunt went.
We had a very early flight to catch so she figured it would be
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better if I spent the night at her house.
I asked if I could sleep in her room.
When she asked why I was direct and told her because the house
was haunted as usual. She shrugged it off and angrily
disputed that there were no ghosts.
She said if it'll make you feel better, you can stay in my room.
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As night drew near, I went to the bathroom to the medicine
cabinet and took Sleep Medicine in hopes that it would make me
fall asleep before my aunt. Sure enough, it didn't.
My aunt dozed off and I lay wideawake and scared, occasionally
switching my eyes from looking at the TV to glance at the
hallway through the open door. A couple of hours passed and
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nothing happened. I started to let my guard down
and relax a little. I got a little more comfortable
in the bed and out of nowhere the closet door knob started
frantically rotating as if someone was trying to get out.
I immediately sat up wide awake and in panic mode.
The remaining hours of the nightI stayed awake in fear watching
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the closet door, not sure who orwhat was trying to open the
closet, but to this day I am happy.
Nothing ever did. Years later, the summer after I
graduated college, I spent the night over at her house again.
Like the previous time, we were traveling out of town the next
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day and my aunt figured it wouldbe better if I spent the night
at her house so we could catch our early flight the next
morning. I unhappily obliged as we were
tired for the night. I headed to the room where I
would be sleeping, quote UN quote.
It was the room down the hall from my aunts.
I closed the door. Put on my pajamas and sat down
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on the recliner in front of the TVI had already mentally
prepared myself and had expectedto stay awake the entire night.
The beginning of the night, I browsed the web on my phone to
pass time. A couple of hours passed and
nothing happened. As soon as the clock approached
3, AMI began to hear what sounded like heeled shoes.
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Walking whatever it was, walked up the stairs, down the hall,
and stopped right outside the room I was in.
I immediately jumped up, went tothe heavy day bed in the room,
and pushed it in front of the door to prevent whatever it was
from opening the door. The Walking continued again and
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again. It would start from the base of
the stairs, go up the stairs, and down the hall, each time
stopping right outside the door of the room I was in.
Despite barricading the door closed, I was still scared.
To lighten up the tense atmosphere, I turned on the
channel that had stand up comedyand tried to watch that, but I
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was still scared. The Walking persisted for the
entire hour. Eventually it stopped, but I
kept the door barricaded, remained awake and waited until
morning to open the door. Needless to say, I have not been
back to sleep over at my aunt's house and never will again.
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Growing up around the age of 13 or 14, my best friend's house
was always where I stayed. Spent years practically living
in her little trailer for the entire summer.
I remember 1 winter, the year was rough and we got around 6
inches of snow during winter break.
Of course, I was determined to spend the time off of school at
my friend's place and it wasn't surprising when I ended up stuck
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there for a few days due to the amount of ice and snow covering
the roads. The cold weather made for a day
of cozy hot chocolate, movies, crafting, and the most important
thing, a wood burning furnace. Me and my friend had just
finished up making some crafts and as such night fell on the
sky. So to set this story up, the
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trailer had around 7:00 rooms, abathroom, 4 bedrooms, a kitchen,
and an extension they built intothe back that served as the
living room. The room faced the woods that
stretched for miles, which I knew because we frequently found
ourselves exploring it. The extension held a couch, the
furnace, ATV and a stand, a chair, and two glass sliding
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doors that pulled out onto a small deck where her dad kept
the logs and her cats sat delicately as they ate.
Past the porch and out of view of the glass doors by just a
little bit was her father's workshop where he often spent
his days and nights, only cominginside to add another log to the
flame. Me and my friend spent a lot of
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time in the room because her bedroom was small and the couch
in the extension could fold intoa full size bed.
We kept the blankets inside the couch so when it rolled out we
could instantly get in bed and go to sleep.
That freezing winter night we passed out under many covers
across from the burning wood stove.
I found myself hazily awakened by the cold of the door opening
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as her father walked into the room, illuminated by the light
of the television, which my friend finds necessary to keep
on to fall asleep. Not until he began walking
across the floor did I realize that I was beginning to float.
I could see my body laying on myside below me next to my friend.
I knew that it was impossible tobe awake because I could see
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myself asleep as I stopped at the ceiling above the
television. I could smell the wood burning
smell and see the sparks as her dad lay a few logs on the fire.
The small bits of snow boot prints melted on the carpet
before he stopped to say goodnight to our sleeping
figures before sliding the door over to go back out into the
shed for a night of work. I watched our still bodies lay
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and the fire crackle for what felt like an hour or so before
my eyes shifted to movement. The side of something slide into
view of the glass doors from theside of the bed caught my gaze.
The object could only be made out as a black mass like a
shadow. Despite the vivid colors of
television lights that danced across the glass reflecting
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back, the figure was void of light.
Somehow it looks like the spot sucked all the rays into the
total darkness of a black hole that was only there in one spot
and 1 shape. It was a few minutes of complete
silence and dead staring at thismass before a shape began to
appear, a hand sliding into my line of sight and moving the
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handle to the sliding door. A slow, jerky movement turned
the handle and a creak sounded across the walls as the door
slid along the frame and crackedfar enough open for the darkness
to slide through. The familiar cold climate
greeted me as my body below my eyes shivered under the covers.
The creature had to duck down and bend in order to fit into
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the glass door frame, which was well above the height of a
person. Only as it moved past the
reflecting glass did the mass begin to portray the figure of a
man. The shape was similar to a
human, still devoid of features,entirely black, and even the
color in the room seemed to havebeen absorbed into the void of
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its body. The thing walked unsteadily, as
if it was unable to control its body, like a man with slinkies
his feet. With each step, its length
seemed to stretch and bend, likeit was unable to control the way
it portioned out. It bended back and forth, closer
and farther with each inch closer.
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It stomped as the figure began to illuminate what appeared to
be the dark shadow of a hat uponits head rocked back and forth.
The figure abruptly stopped and vibrated as it straightened and
reached the edge of the bed where I laid closest to the
doors. His body stayed straight, but
only the middle section bent so the top part of its frame was
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facing directly down, face to face with my closed sleeping
eyes. The dark hand jerkily pulled up
and made a formed line above where the eyebrows would be if
the face of the creature wasn't a black hole, as if it was
helping shield the TV light to look at my features better.
And just like that, it stayed for another hour.
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Perhaps. I could see myself shaking below
and sweat reflected pools of light towards me.
It was as if my subconscious knew that this mass inflicted
pure terror and stillness and worry into my body, and yet I
could do nothing but watch myself cold and shaking below.
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I had no hands to shake myself awake, to pinch myself from this
nightmare. All I could do was stare and
watch as this thing stared, not so much as breathe or move the
bed frame in the slightest, justobserving me silently in the
night when my brain tried to rack itself around all I could
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possibly think of as to how something like this could exist.
How was this real? Then, just as insanely and
unrealistically as it had appeared all of a sudden, the
creature straightened and hurriedly stumbled toward the
door. The frame moved, opened, and
closed as he slid sideways out of view of the porch door.
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A slam echoed outside as the workshop door open.
Hitting the wall, the familiar boot steps walked onto the
porch, stepping in the ghosts ofwhere the creature's feet had
stepped. The sound of the boots marched
to the door. Inside, my friend's dad,
unbothered, peered into the reflecting glass before sliding
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to open the door, adding anotherlog to the wood stove.
He left the room after completing his task and headed
toward his room to sleep for therest of the night.
I watched as this familiar scenecalmed my sleeping face as the
snow once again melted into bootprints on the floor, realizing
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that the thing had never left a mark in or on the carpet.
I sat floating for hours as the daylight lit the room and the
darkness faded before I slid back into my body below to wake.
I sat up as my dream was vivid and before I said a word to my
friend who was stirred by my abruptness, said that she had a
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terrible dream a few nights backand she knew that I had seen it
too. My friend spoke about a man who
peered out of her closet and wasgone when she went to check it
out. I was baffled by this entire
experience, but I have never hadsleep paralysis like this before
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or after, and a mutual friend ofours had claimed to see the same
man growing up in that house before we even mentioned our
story while we were camping. I know it seems crazy, but I am
convinced that the house, the extension is built somewhere it
shouldn't have been. The creature was not just a
physical energy, it was full of dread and malice, and it was
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looming off of it as it stood near me.
I just know that it did not wantme to be there.
It's been many years since I've been back to that house and I
don't talk to that friend as much anymore.
I can only wonder if it ever came back.
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This was over a year or two ago.I'm young, living in Southern
California in the San Diego areaand live with my family,
including my older sister, we'llcall her Eliza.
We had a cousin who we'll call Jerry visiting us from out of
country, and as he and my sisterare particularly close due to
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them being closer in age, she took it upon herself to be his
tour guide since he hadn't been to California since he was a
small child. Eliza and Jerry are big fans of
pop culture, particularly pop music.
There was a fairly famous pop singer performing in Los
Angeles, which is a bit of a ways away from where we live.
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Eliza was a particularly big fan, and she actually bought
tickets specifically for Jerry and her so they could go during
the visit. At first I was a bit salty that
I wasn't included in the invite since I am somewhat of a fan
too, but whatever. Not wanting to miss out on a fun
day trip, I decided to invite two of my close friends, who
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we'll call Savannah and Eric, who were something of a couple
at the time. I don't have my license, but
both of them do, so that way, once Jerry and Eliza go to the
show, we could still drive around and do whatever.
My sister drove the five of us to Los Angeles, she and Jerry in
the front with Savannah, Eric and me in the back.
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Despite being a casual fan of the artist they were going to
see, Eliza and Jerry played the artist on repeat the entire time
we drove with traffic. It easily was a three hour trip.
Mind you, the artist only had like 3 albums out at the time
and one of them was very loud and a bit depressing.
My friends and I tend to like softer, more rock type music, so
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you can assume we got tired of this pretty quickly.
Not only that, but both Eliza and Jerry felt the need to
screech the lyrics out the wholetime, and unfortunately neither
of them had the most pleasant voice.
Once we got in Los Angeles around noon, we were all hungry
and in need of a restroom. Being in Los Angeles, it's hard
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to find available clean restrooms to use whenever.
I suspect it's due to the constant use of the homeless and
thus many places aren't open to the public or available to use
without purchasing something. So not only was the constant
need to find restrooms a bit frustrating, but finding food we
could all agree on was also adding to the stress.
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Jerry had never tried ramen before since traditional
Japanese food isn't easily foundwhere he lives, so we did our
best to accommodate him. However, Eliza is staunchly
gluten free due to health problems, and Savannah has a
severe peanut allergy, which caused us to have a little
trouble finding somewhere we could all eat.
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These aspects aren't necessarilykey to this story, but I want to
build up the chain of events that led to my mood and later
actions. Jerry and Eliza were totally in
their own world, likely getting pumped for the show later that
night. Eliza would ignore whatever my
friends and I requested we do during our time there and
definitely played up the I'm older than you and therefore
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what I say goes hard with me. So at this point I was already
getting pretty sick of being around her and Jerry and
couldn't wait to drop them off at the show to be rid of them
for a while so just my friends and I could hang out.
Once we dropped the two of them off, the rest of the night was
fun, just as it always is when the three of us hang out.
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We went to Santa Monica and watched the sunset, walked
around a bit, and by the time westarted getting hungry, we
checked out Yelp and found a burger place that looked amazing
and was well suited for our tight budget.
I don't go to LA often so when we pulled up the directions and
got there I wasn't aware of which part we exactly were in.
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We were looking to park but a group of what seems to be gang
members stood in front of the spot we were going to park and
started approaching the car and putting their hands on the
exterior while looking into the window.
Eric was driving and said something to the effect of you
guys fine with parking here, notfine with parking there.
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Both Eliza and I told him we needed to pack it up and find
somewhere else. I've always been extra cautious,
especially in LA, since I've hada few other unsavory
experiences, including the time a man followed me and my friend
into our car and we had to shovehim out.
So there was no way I felt good about parking there.
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So we drove a few blocks, starving and ready to just
forget it until we found a clearspot in a well populated area.
The food was great and all was well aside from the bunches of
homeless people I saw around me.Pretty common in any part of LA
you find yourself in. I didn't even realize that we
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had been in the heart of Skid Row.
Once we made our way over, though, we discovered that the
place we wanted to eat was in the midst of Skid Row.
For those who don't know, Skid Row is a neighborhood in
downtown Los Angeles that extends about 50 city blocks and
is mostly home to the homeless. There are also a lot of dealers
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and ladies of the night that hang around there, too.
We were walking back to our car and I looked up to one of the
taller buildings along the blockand the sign at the side of the
top of the building. Red Hotel Cecil Low weekly
rates, 700 rooms The Cecil Hotelcould be a post in and of
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itself, but in short, it's an old hotel that briefly was in
its prime back in the 20s and 30s.
But as the depression struck thehotel and its ambiance went down
with it. It had been known for housing
some of society's unsavory, suchas the homeless and those in the
drug and sex industry, along with a few infamous guests such
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as the Night Stalker, Richard Ramirez.
It's supposed to be vacant as ofnow, but as far as I could see,
I'm pretty sure there was ongoing activity within the
building and around it. Squatters, I'm assuming?
I don't believe in the paranormal or anything like
that, but I can definitely confirm the unanimous thought
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that the place gives off really sketchy, creepy vibes.
Once I realized that's where we were, my friends and I booked it
to the car on the other side of the street.
We saw people looking into another parked car and they
looked our way once we approached the area, but
thankfully we took off in time. Thankfully nothing happened to
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us there, but naturally I was onedge of it.
After that, we stopped to pick up some pie from a pie shop Eric
was obsessed with. Since it was on our way to the
venue Eliza and Jerry were at, we thought we had plenty of
time, but by the time we got to eating, Eliza called me and
demanded we come over immediately.
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I knew nothing was wrong so I did hurry a bit, but we decided
to finish our pies before heading off.
Eliza kept texting me with impatience, saying things like
waiting here is boring and whereare you, we're tired, we want to
go now. Typical bossy older sister
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things. She was kind of a jerk to me the
entire day, so I guess I used that to justify my jerkiness
back. But then we had another bump in
the road. The Pi Savannah tribe had
peanuts cooked into the crust and she got so sick we rushed
out of there and tried to stop somewhere for water and an
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antihistamine since she didn't have her EpiPen.
She started feeling a bit better, but she was still really
sick and I was really stressed and worried.
Once we got to the venue, Eliza and Jerry took forever to come
out. I guess they started waiting to
see if they could meet the artist as she came out.
Once they finally came in and Eric and I shuffled to the back
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seat, Eliza had the nerve to yell at me for taking so long.
We had to stop a few times so Savannah could throw up and
rehydrate too. On top of that, Eliza and Jerry
continued to play the same artist on repeat again.
Along with their choppy videos of the show.
Oh, and of course they were singing.
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With Savannah, Sick Eric as aloof as ever, and me stressing
and on edge about everything that had happened thus far, I
was ready to bang my head against the window.
I know in the scheme of things these aren't big deals, but by
the time they all added up, especially my sick friend and
the bad attitude of my sister, it drove me up the wall.
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We dropped Eric and Savannah offfirst since their town was on
the way before ours. It was around 1:00 AM at that
point. I was sick and tired of the
music and loud talking and cackling and just overall
annoying conversations of my sister and cousin.
I was that level of mad where you're quiet angry.
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So once the two left, I got out of the car and demanded that I
drive home the rest of the way, mostly so I could DJ, but also
so I wouldn't have to hear them be jerks to me and talk so
loudly. Eliza made a fuss about it, but
ultimately, due to Jerry's cooperation, went to the back
seat. Once again, I am up the wall,
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very on edge from this. I play my music as I drive us
home and everything seems fine. It's when I'm almost home that
something happens. Our houses off the major freeway
in town, though it's a bit of a lonely, desolate area.
To get to our place, you have topass a hilltop with other houses
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on it and make a turn around it.To get to our neighborhood,
there's a cemented patch of grass between a stretch of
concrete between the hill and the turn that's used as a
divider between oncoming and ongoing traffic as I'm
approaching coming up to make the turn around the.
Hill on my left, I see somethingthat's creeped me out.
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And been on my mind ever since. At this point, it's like 1:45 or
2:00 AM. This area isn't too busy this
late at night or this early in the morning, I guess you could
say. On the grass divider and along
the cement. There are people lined along the
thinner cement part of the divider and on the grass patch.
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A small crowd of people. There were at least 15 people
and they were all wearing white.I could see them perfectly with
my lights on and the brightness of their clothes, and they were
moving around almost doing a jigwhen I came up.
But as I was driving next to them, unable to take my eyes off
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of them, they started raising their voices and all talking at
once. I could hear it through the
window and over my music and they started sprinting towards
me, trying to get my attention and following along as I pulled
to the right to make my turn. They literally were following me
and talking at us. It was the most bizarre, creepy
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thing. I can't say for sure, but they
were dressed similarly to KKK members, though I'm not too sure
if that's what they were and I'mobviously having a WTF moment.
I didn't have a clue about what I saw, but I knew I did see
something. I scream and panic and ask Eliza
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and Jerry if they saw, and of course they had been dozing off
and broggily said no, but I knowI saw whatever they were.
Some of their faces weren't covered.
And I know I saw a man with a mustache, one of the many
people, and they were rushing over and I got the feeling they
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wanted me to stop the car or something.
I know people sometimes create diversions or distractions like
that for their own nefarious reasons to target drivers, so
I'm not sure what that was or what they were doing.
The town I live in is small, old, and somewhat rural.
We are known as one of the most conservative towns in the USA,
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so I guess it. Could have been something like
the KKK due to the way they weredressed.
There are also some known observers of the occult in the
area too, though not so common these days.
Eliza and Jerry got irritated with me because I drove her on
the block past our own a few times rather than immediately
pulling into our street. I was pretty sure they weren't
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following anymore, but I just was so creeped out I felt like I
had to do something just to be safe.
I told our mother about this. She believed me.
I think to an extent, but I meanit does sound really absurd and
my sister to this day claims that it never happened.
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She even refuses to believe or acknowledge that I was the one
driving. Sometimes it makes me feel crazy
but I know at the very least I was the one driving.
She says she was, but I 100% know it was me.
I am 100% positive I did see something some mysterious group
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doing who knows what. Be careful guys.
When you go out of town, especially to a place like Los
Angeles, you can expect some weird encounters.
But the strangest and possibly the most dangerous 1 was just a
little over a block away from myhouse.
Just lurking in the dark waitingfor some passing motorist to
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stop and talk to them. Or maybe something far more
sinister than just talking. The events of this story took
place around the autumn months of 2014.
I'm not sure what would have happened if my mom hadn't heard
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this person, but either way I'm grateful she did.
To help paint a better picture of the events I'm about to
describe to you, I must firstly briefly explain the basic layout
of my home. There are three entrances to my
home, the front side and the back door, which was located in
what was my bedroom at the time.The back door has a glass window
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that allows the perfect view of our quarter acre backyard for my
room. This might not seem like much,
but living in Salem, OR that's as good as you're going to get.
To access the backyard, you mustfirst walk down the driveway on
the left side of the house, leaving you visible to our next
door neighbors. This is also where our brittle
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side door from the 1940s lies. At the end of the driveway is
our garage, and to the right of that, our backyard, as
unfortunately there was no gate at the time.
But this incident and several others like it led to us putting
up a roughly 7 foot fence. So now that you know the basic
layout of my home, you're probably noticing the potential
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for something sinister to happen.
And happen it did, my friends. But one thing is for certain, it
could have gone a lot worse. This particular incident took
place in the early morning hoursof two and 3:00 AM.
As I've always been a hardcore insomniac, I was watching
YouTube on my tablet, as most 13year olds do, when I'm startled
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by a beam of light illuminating the garage doors in my
periphery. Before I even turned my head to
look, I had already come to the following conclusions. 1 The
familiar circular beam of light was that of a flashlight, and
two, I had a weapon under my bedthat I use for target practice,
just in case. I decided to wait and see who
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this light was illuminating from, as it wasn't uncommon for
our neighbor to come into our yard looking for his cat.
It's a good thing I did, too, because the flashlight was
attached to the end of a weapon held by a uniformed police
officer, complete with a ballistic vest, Taser, baton,
and radio. Confused, I leave my bedroom
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expecting to see my mom sitting on the couch watching her
favorite TV show, Bones. Instead, I saw my mother on the
tips of her toes, leaning over the kitchen sink, looking out
the window and peering, trying to get a view of the officer
slowly and methodically creepinghis way up the driveway and into
our garage. Yep, he was definitely here for
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us, I thought as I begin to ask my mom what was going on.
Apparently, less than 15 feet away from my bed, a homeless
person on who knows what had snuck into our backyard and
accidentally kicked our glass recycle bin, alerting my mom who
was in the basement doing laundry.
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My mom tells me she then looked out the basement bathroom window
where she saw the person making the kind of stands that one
would trying to balance on a board, almost like the stance of
a child would do when they are out of bed at late hours of the
night trying to be sneaky to fetch a snack.
Regardless of their feeble attempts at being stealthy, my
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mom had seen them. And they must have caught on
too, because by the time my mom went upstairs to retrieve her
phone, dial 911, and an officer arrived, they were gone.
The cop told us that no one was in the garage or the backyard,
and I could almost feel the anxiety lift off my mother's
shoulders, even more so when theofficer offered to send someone
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over and survey the house until sunrise.
So just to clarify, yeah, someone who wasn't supposed to
be here was here. And not only that, but if they
had gone one or two more steps forward, there's no doubt they
would have seen me and I would have been none the wiser.
You may be glad to hear that I'mmuch more cautious nowadays.
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I have since updated my arsenal.We have also installed several
security cameras, a fence in thebackyard and a motion detector.
Light. Yeah.
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Yeah. Yeah.
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