Scary Stories For A Rainy Night - Ep. 253 - Bleeding From The Mouth

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I want to. Start this story off by saying
that for the sake of confidentiality, all real names
will be replaced with fake ones.Me and my friends had a phase
when we were around 18 years oldwhere we were fascinated with
the idea of exploring abandoned locations, usually disregarding
how dangerous or risky the area is.

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Since I live in one of the more suburban and unpopular areas of
Australia, often times it would be difficult to find new and
exciting places to investigate. So you can imagine when we
caught wind of an abandoned apartment complex in the city,
we immediately jumped on the idea of paying the place a
visit. We decided to go on the same
night we planned on visiting a club so by the time we arrived

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at the place, me and my friends were mostly buzzed or
intoxicated. Looking back on that, it was a
really dumb idea, but we were dumb new adults.
This would be a good time to introduce my friends.
We have Don a well. Built Guy who was the leader of
most of our expeditions, Connor who like myself, loved exploring

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and usually followed what Don would say.
And then we have Beth, Kate, Jill and Brooke who only really
came for the club but still decided to tag along for the
ride. Upon arrival, we were met with a
large fence surrounding the perimeter.
It was at this point where Kate volunteered to be on lookout for
security from the outside, sincethis place did still seem to be

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decently monitored with some struggle the rest of us managed.
To hop the fence and we were greeted with a large U-shaped
building standing at around 20 stories tall.
As per usual, Don took the lead and fearlessly opened the door
to one of the stairwells, myselfand Connor following eagerly

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behind with the girls hesitantlyclose behind.
US. Throughout most of our
exploration, we would open doorsand look through the rooms.
Most of the time we would find many plates and other objects
left by previous owners on the stained, rugged floors or broken
kitchen. Tops.
As we begin traversing further up the complex, we discovered

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the stairways were weirdly blocked off, so we would have to
constantly move between stairwells in order to get to
higher floors as. We were on roughly the 15th
floor. I began to get bored from the
repetitiveness of the similarityof the rooms, so while in a
somewhat drunken state I thoughtit would be a good idea to
randomly try and kick in one of the sliding glass doors.

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I know in hindsight this was a really dumb idea, but you don't
exactly consider the consequences in the state and
mindset that I was in. Either way, my pathetic attempt
at this kick failed. And I was promptly scalded by
the others for the noise it made.
In the middle of laughing it off, I noticed Jill's face go
pale before she began hushing uswhile pointing upwards.

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Did any of you hear that noise? I think there's someone above
us. She quietly exclaimed.
This was enough to set both Bethand Brooke off, wanting to leave
immediately. Dawn, however, had a different
idea. Then let's go hurry, he said
while brushing past us to the door.

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Dawn has always been like this, disregarding safety before
exploration, we didn't even havetime to say no.
However, we all had to follow him, as we all didn't want him
to possibly get hurt or for us 5to be left alone without Dawn to
guide us. Reluctantly, we all quietly
chased after Dawn, who by this point began peeking through the

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doors and windows to each room on the floor above.
We were about halfway through the hallway when we saw security
flashlights on the bottom floor,along with Kate's message
alerting what we were seeing. Crap, the sound of the kick must
have been too loud and now the bottom level is on high alert.
Simultaneously as this is happening, we hear a large thud

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in one of the rooms right next to where we are standing.
Dawn froze. I guess he must have initially
thought that Jill was joking andtried to play it off as such to
freak out the rest of us. Yet I had never seen him so
reluctant on an exploration before.
We all heard it this time. As we approached the door, we

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continued to hear slight shuffling from the room.
This was enough to send Jill, Beth, and Brooke to the other
end of the walkway begging us toleave.
But myself, Don, and Connor all knew that for the sake of
conclusions, we all needed to see what was behind that door.
Don began to approach the door, turns the knob and pushed the

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door wide open. I then used my phone to
illuminate the room what we saw next.
Is permanently ingrained in my mind.
We saw an older looking man, Gray beard with minimal hair
cuts all along his right arm, holding a reflective object
resembling a Shard of glass or aknife, with the most crooked and

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twisted smile on his face. The Crimson red liquid was
splattered all over the carpet and next thing I know, Don and
Connor have already begun fleeing the scene.
I too followed closely after them.
It was hard to tell if he was chasing us, but assuming the
worst, we nearly fell down the flight of stairs desperately

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trying to get away. Once exiting through the 1st
floor, we were quickly detained by the security staff, clearly
seeing the distress on each of our faces as we tried to
communicate the situation we hadjust witnessed.
Long story short, the cops were called to investigate the.
Building and find the man and roughly half an hour later they

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came out with the man in cuffs. He looked filthy and evil as he
gave us one last grin before entering the police car.
One cop who had been up there told us that it was a good thing
we got away from there as his intentions were very clearly
awful. Safe to say that we didn't go to
any more clubs that night. The next morning I woke up and

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checked my phone to be introduced with a flood of
messages on our group chat. I scrolled up to the beginning
to see that Connor had sent a news article published this
morning stating that a homeless man had been murdered and his
body was discovered within the apartment complex that night.
This sent chills down my spine as I recalled that image of him

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and the amount of blood pooled on the ground and down his arm
and worst of all, that insane crooked smiled.
Since this event two years ago, none of us have been exploring
abandoned places, and in all honesty, I think it's going to
stay that way for a really, really long time.

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I have had. Three sleep paralysis instances
in total that I can remember. The first time was in 2018 when
I just moved back to Australia from America and I was on a.
Really uncomfortable inflatable mattress.
All I can remember was waking up, only barely being able to
move and really struggling to sit up.

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As this was happening. My vision in front of me was
mostly blacked out, but I could still somewhat see around me.
I quickly broke from it and was terrified as I had heard of
sleep paralysis before and knew about the horrors people have
faced as a result. Of it safe to say, I considered
myself lucky. The second time was in 2020.

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I had woken up in the morning and could not move at all, not
even slightly. The instance was a lot more
severe and terrifying for me as all I could think about while
locked out of my body was there.Better not be a shadow with
this. I attempted to yell and.
Scream, but all that came out mymouth were groans.

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Thankfully, I eventually snappedout of it before the sleep
paralysis could escalate furtheror my worst fear of seeing a
shadow person or apparition cametrue.
That brings us to the third and most traumatizing and terrifying
encounter I had with sleep paralysis.
It was during 2021 and in the midst of a stressful time for me

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due to university exams. This may have been something
that contributed towards. It.
But then again, who knows? This time was very different
from the previous two. I vividly remember dreaming of
being in an unfamiliar house that when describing it to
people I usually connected to having a very similar appearance
to the house from the Amazing World of Gumball.

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I know, weird connection to make, but that was my first
thought when thinking over the appearance of the house.
I remember in the dream approaching some photos on a
wall in some living room space. They were photos of my family.
Group photos and individual photos all scattered the walls.
I was looking through them untilI saw an unfamiliar face.

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It was a stand alone photo of a woman who appeared to be in her
30s, wearing a white Victorian old style dress all on her own,
staring into my soul. Upon seeing this I was
especially creeped out, so I turned my head to the left and
stopped right in my tracks. There she.

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Was. The exact same woman from the
photo just standing in the living room of this house facing
away from me in my dream. I let out some sort of loud
reaction and all of a sudden herface snapped sideways where her
eyes were meeting. Mine, at which point I awoke
instantly, however to my horror I quickly discovered I was

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experiencing sleep paralysis yetagain.
This time, however. I looked slightly to my side to
see the woman yet again, but actually standing on the other
side of my room. Words cannot describe the level
of pure fear and terror I experienced at that moment.
As I began to try and scream andyell, the only noise that came

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out of my mouth yet again was some weird groan, not loud
enough for anyone to hear. Things only escalated when the
woman began to slowly approach my bed while slightly kneeling
down to meet her face with mine,all while she had a finger over
her mouth, smiling at the same time.
As if to hush me for my desperate attempts at screaming

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out for help as well as mocking me for doing so.
This felt like pure hell. The terror of this was almost
unbearable for me. I remember looking towards the
roof of my room and seeing multiple white glowing
apparitions moving in and out ofmy ceiling, all while this woman
is constantly saying to me. Next thing I know it was all

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gone. I could finally move again, and
I had never been more grateful to fully wake up in my entire
life. I don't know if anything from
what I experienced had any deeper meaning.
I seriously doubt it too. Since all this I have never been
able to identify the woman with anyone I know or anyone from my

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family that I never met but still have photos of.
I hope I never need to give an update with a fourth experience
of this. Horrible.
Phenomenon. I just want to start by saying
that I live in Northern Ontario near a very small village that

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I'll leave the name out of for privacy reasons.
My friend and I, both 14 at the time who I'll call Steph, wanted
to hang out once school was out.At some point during summer
break, she messaged my mom through her mom's cell since we
both didn't have phones at the time, asking if I wanted to hang
out. I thought it would be fun and

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agreed to meet up with. Her.
She lived a little ways out of town, but we made plans to walk
the 20 minutes to get to town and hang out there.
I arrive at around 2:00 and we begin our trek.
Most people are always saying how small and innocent their
area is and how nothing happens but this town.

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Is quite the opposite. It's actually a hot spot for
trafficking drugs, drug busts, assault.
You name it. Regardless, our tiny 14 year old
brains thought since we had never actually witnessed any of
that, we should be safe to walk around town by ourselves, right?

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Wrong. We were so wrong and you will
soon find out why we finally reached our destination and
found a convenience. Store where we could buy some
candy and sit on the curb. You know, regular kids stuff.
Another friend of mine lived in town and Steph decided it would
be a perfect opportunity to showme where he lived.

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We are weaving our way through the back roads when we get to
this really sketchy rundown St. We pass an auto shop with the
garage door wide open and see a man working on a vehicle.
I nod politely and we continue on our way down the street,
passing by all of the seemingly empty houses because it's the
21st century and no one goes outside anymore.

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We come across a house with an old disheveled looking man in
the yard. He looks to be around 50 or 60
with completely white hair, a very long and equally white
beard. We only noticed.
Him because of how odd he was sitting, like he was sitting
normally in a lawn chair, but the back of the chair was on the
ground and his legs straight in the air.

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Just then, he. Spotted us and called towards
us. Can you come help me?
And a loud demanding tone. We stopped and looked at each
other and I moved to go over to him when Steph put an arm in
front of me. I look at her and say I think he
fell over, we should help him and she tells me there's no way

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at our size. We could lift him up.
The man starts screaming at us to get over there and it no
longer sounds like he wants help.
My heart starts racing and I look around frantically because
I want to help him but my gut feeling says this situation is
very off. Why can't he just roll over onto
the grass and get up? There's no wheelchair or walking

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stick insight so I'm doubting he's paralyzed.
He's continuing to scream at us,saying.
Get over here now. I suddenly remember the man in
the garage just a few meters down the street.
And I tell Steph if he really needs help, we should go get
that man. She agrees and we tell the old

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man that we're getting help and we'll be back in a minute.
We race down the street as fast as we can and stumble into the
garage, huffing painfully and trying to get out the.
Words. There's a man down the street.
You might be hurt. It looks like he fell without
question, the man in the shop. Follows us to the property.

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We halt in front of the house confused and he looks at us with
question on his face. The yard is empty, the chair is
gone and the old man is nowhere.Insight.
We were gone for not even a minute.
Even if he did get help in that time, they wouldn't have had

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time to disappear so quickly. We told the mechanic guy that he
was just here screaming at us tohelp him.
He explains that maybe the guy got up himself and just walked
inside, and though I doubted that theory, I nodded my head in
agreement. He later gave us some water
bottles and we thanked him and went on our way.

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I still think about it to this day, and every time I just
become extremely perplexed with the whole situation.
Where did he go? I still live near that town
seven years later, and I go to town at least three times a
week, yet I have never once seenhim.
Maybe he really did just get up himself, but the tone in his

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voice is what put me off. And why would someone happen to
have a lawn chair directly in the center of their yard facing
their house? It makes no sense, but
nonetheless I hope I never see him again.

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Ever since I was little and despite occasional insomnia,
I've always been a deep sleeper and difficult to rouse.
This has also been accompanied by my vivid dreams.
I have never been able to harness the ability to lucid
dream as when I realize it is one, I become too excited and
inevitably wake up completely orjust.

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Enough that I'm not experiencingthe dream, but watching it as if
it is a movie. That being said, I have never
truly tried to learn how to lucid dream.
This is because I heard lucid dreaming can cause sleep
paralysis and to me my dreams are enough of an adventure as it
is and the terrors that come from sleep paralysis are just

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not worth it to me. I already suffer from night
terrors and anxiety dreams. So the idea of having one of
those while mostly awake and aware of my surroundings sounds
like. Well, you guessed it, a
nightmare. Occasionally when I'm drifting
off to sleep, especially during naps, my body will be asleep but

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my mind is partially aware and awake.
This allows me to perceive the sounds around me or even
conversations people are having.While unrelated, this is also
when I am the most active with my sleep talking if you engage
me directly. On the even rarer occasion, I
can be having a dream and narrate to people around me what

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I am seeing. So I live with my husband and
ever since my work schedule changed a few years ago, I have
struggled to wake up earlier than 9 or 10 AM occasionally
when my husband leaves. For work, I'll get up and let
the dogs out to pee, let them back in and go back to bed.
In my sleepy haze, I sometimes forget to lock the door before

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going back to bed. If I'm not sure if I have or
not, I'll usually get back up and go check.
Other times, I'll be so exhausted that I've already
drifted off to sleep. From time to time, my husband
will be sent home early so he can come back during the night
shift and help out. Sometimes he comes home an hour

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after he started his shift. Since I've become so used to the
sound of his heavy boots walkingon our wooden floors, this
usually doesn't rouse me from mysleep and if I am in a deep
exhausted sleep I won't wake at all.
If it does startle me, the most that happens is I'm pulled into

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that semi aware state of mind. I'll feel him get back into bed
with me and all is well. Now mind you, we live in the
middle of nowhere and we never get any visitors, but I still
have this fear that someone is going to try to break in during
the day while my husband is at. Work.

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I have two guard dogs, but one of them is now deaf and at the
time of this story the other onewas a young puppy who wouldn't
bark if something in the house frightened him, he would instead
grow silent and still. Now on to what happened a few
months ago. It was our typical morning.
My husband got up out of bed, taking a shower and getting

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dressed before kissing me goodbye and heading to.
Work. A few hours had passed.
I was fading in and out of sleep, so I was partially aware
that sunlight had begun to creepinto the room.
Not too long after I passed backout, I heard a noise that
roused. Me.
From my dreamless sleep, I heardmy husband's heavy footsteps

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calmly walking around the front of the house.
Neither of our dogs made a move or a sound, and the noise level
was low enough that it hadn't. Caused me to fully wake up
either. I sat there patiently waiting
for him to make his way back to our bedroom so that we could
cuddle up and go back to sleep when a horrible thought occurred

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to me. What if it isn't my husband?
Had he forgotten to lock the door when he left?
What if this is that intruder I've been worrying about?
What if I can't wake up before they realize someone else is in
the house? This is when I start to hear the
heavy boots making their way down the hallway towards our

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bedroom. At this point I think my eyes
are open, I can see our bedroom and I'm watching the door to the
hallway anxiously awaiting to see my husband round the corner
to our room. This is when I start to realize
these boots don't sound like my husband's and the terror sets
in. I have this horrible.

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Sense of impending doom. There's a strange large man in
my house. My dogs are unaware or
defenseless and I'm too out of it to get up and defend myself
as the steps. Reach the doorway.
I shut my eyes tight, praying the man will think I'm asleep
and try to sneak out without being caught.

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I hear the footsteps pause in the doorway.
And I can. Feel this evil presence flood
the room. I suddenly realize he's here for
me. The heavy boots slowly make
their way over to my side of thebed and I can feel my weight
being pressed and I can feel my weight being pressed down as he

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leans over me as if to whisper in my ear.
I know now that I do not want toknow what he is about to tell
me. I need to do everything I can to
not hear what he is about to tell me, so I did.
The only thing I could. I strained my ears and caused my
eardrums to tremble, causing a deep rumbling sound in my ears.

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I feel the lightest sensation ofhis breath on my ear and jawbone
as I continue straining that little muscle.
He stands back up and exits the room and I am released from my
sleep. I jump out of bed and grab the
nearest weapon we have and comb through the house.
As you may have guessed, there was nobody there.

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The front door was locked, our dogs were undisturbed, but my
heart was pounding in my chest. I was drenched in sweat and the
fear had me trembling. I placed the weapon back where
it belonged and messaged my husband about what had happened
and I later told my sister-in-law about it.

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My sister-in-law has had a few run insurance with these beings
and has done some research on her own.
While she didn't share with me what she knew, she said it's a
really good thing that you didn't let it put things in your
head. Her comments made the whole
experience that much creepier. What would have happened if I

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had listened to what it had said?
What could it have told me that would have been so devastating
to change my life in the? Worst way possible was it going
to tell me something? Or was it going to command me to
do something that I inevitably would be unable to resist?
A part of me wishes I knew, but I'm very glad that I don't.

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I have had four separate encounters with deadly venomous
snakes. It's like I attract them or
something. My first encounter was when I
was a little girl. I lived on a farm and was sent
out to collect fresh eggs for breakfast.
So I get my egg basket and walk out to the chicken coop.
Little did I know there was a deadly predator in the coop I

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was entering. I picked up the first hen,
bought her eggs, patted her headand went to the next box.
When I stepped up to the next sitting hen, it felt like
someone had hit me in the back of the leg with a baseball bat.
I screamed and went to turn around and that's when I saw the
snake. Slytherin off, my granddad came

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running out to see what was wrong.
I told him there was a snake andthat it had bitten me.
He got a shovel and took care ofit.
Turns out it was a rather crankyand large western diamondback
rattlesnake. I spent several weeks in the
hospital, almost died a couple of times, but here I still am.

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So Fast forward several years later, I'm probably 9 or 10
years old and sitting with my uncle and brother in a fishing
boat trying to catch something for a fish fry.
We were out on a friend of my uncle's property, a big huge
pond full of fish. I wasn't really super excited
sharing a boat with my brother, so I was a little sullen.

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I brought my portable Walkman todrown out the boys and sat down
on the bottom of the boat to getcomfy and wait till this all was
over. I was jamming to my tunes and
must have drifted off. The next thing I know over the
music I can hear my uncle screaming at me.
So I turn the tunes down, look up at my uncle and he has this

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look on his face like I have never seen before.
It was pure unadulterated horror.
So I'm sitting here too terrified to move because I have
no idea what has gotten him so upset.
And that's when I feel somethingtouch my hair.
Just a small little flicker but I still don't move.

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My uncle then proceeds to grab his weapon and a boat or he's
pointing his weapon right over my left shoulder and that's when
I. Turn ever so.
Slightly to see a black snakehead crawling up the boat
right beside me. I lost it.
I screamed and jumped at the same time my uncle fired turns.

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Out it was a water moccasin or acottonmouth.
Fast forward another several years.
I'm a teenager now and working alongside my father and his
buddy, laying carpet in some oldrundown trailers.
You know, for side teenager money.
It was summertime and hot. We were working on this

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particular nasty old trailer, trying to get it livable again,
which I couldn't see, but whatever.
So my dad's friend gave me my tools and carpet and told me to
go in and do one of the bedroom closets and what would be the
kids room. It was a rather large walk in
type closet but I was having trouble seeing anything because

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of the lack of light. So I go in this closet and go to
the far corner and start workingon pulling this nasty old carpet
out. So I'm pulling and yanking and
cussing when I hear a sound thatsends shivers down my spine.
It's the sound of a rattlesnake.I didn't try to move because I

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wasn't sure where he was, it wasdark and I wasn't trying to get
bit again. So I go screaming for my dad,
which he's a lot of help becausehe's terrified of snakes too.
He walks into the room, hears that sound and runs out.
Luckily my dad's friend wasn't quite so afraid.

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He walked outside and got a bucket, used a stick to pick up
the snake and got it back outside where it belonged.
Now here's my last snake experience.
I'm dating this guy who has a wood burning fireplace in his
house. So one morning we are out on a
friend's property cutting some wood for firewood.

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Yes, I've been out there with them cutting these trees.
We had been out in the woods since the sun came up, working
our butts off. It was around lunchtime and I
was about done for the day. So I grabbed my drink and
scouted the nicest place to sit and take a break for a bit.
There was a nice little break inthe trees and turned into a nice

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rocky area with some rather niceand large rocks.
For me to sit down on. The sun was shining, it was
starting to warm up, just an allaround beautiful Ozarks day.
So I pick out the flattest rock I could find to rest on.
So I sit down to take my rest. I'm sitting on this rock for

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maybe 10 to 15 minutes just taking it easy, enjoying the day
and the guy I was with walks up to me, looks down and then jumps
back away from me like. 3 or 4. Feet.
I looked at him like he was nuts.
He said enjoying yourself and I said yes I am.

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It's a beautiful day. He looks at me and says, you do
realize that you are sitting right beside the biggest
copperhead snake I've ever seen,right?
My whole body went cold. I started to sweat.
If I move, he's going to bite me.
I know it. I looked down ever so slowly and

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this snake is literally snuggledup next to my right thigh.
I have no clue what I'm going todo.
I can't move and this very large, very venomous snake is
content to just sit right here and snuggle with me all day in
the sun. I am dying inside at this
moment. This stupid situation.

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Couldn't get any. Worse, except it could.
I drink my whole bottle of waterand now I have to go to the
bathroom. I'm not going to be able to sit
here all day and I'm freaking out.
So my boyfriend and his buddy decided to try and distract the
snake so I could make a mad dashaway.

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They tried sticks, they tried rocks, anything and everything.
They. Could my situation was getting
on the urgent level with my bladder so I told my boyfriend
to go and get my jacket out of his truck.
I was going to have to do this myself apparently when he came
back with my jacket. I told him my plan.

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He's going to drop the jacket ontop of the snake.
And as soon as he did, I'm goingto bolt.
Timing had to be precise. As soon as that jacket got
within an inch or two of touching that snake, I jumped
sideways off that rock and rolled away as far and as fast
as I could. And no, I never got my jacket

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back either. That snuggly snake could have
it. So now you've heard my stories.
If I ever die suddenly, at leastyou folks will know how and why.
Around the age of four, when I was living in Sunrise, FL, it

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was known within my family that my aunt's house was haunted.
I spent quite a bit of time there as a kid as she would
babysit for me. I always had a good time with
her and have fond memories of being at her house.
I was spoiled by my aunts and uncles since I was the first
baby. She always got me the best toys,

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had the best snacks, and I lovedhanging out with the kids who
lived next door to her. The oldest, Luba, and her little
sister Happy. Now that I'm an adult, I
understand how strange those names are, but never really
occurred to me as a kid. They always seem to be there
when I was there. I have vivid memories of all of

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us all sitting in my Little Mermaid tent laughing and
playing house. My aunt had two dogs that would
just sit there while we brushed their hair with Barbie Combs and
put bows in their hair. We called it dog makeover.
We often did typical kid things.Luba and Happy were such
pranksters. Sometimes they would move the

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dog's food bowls across the kitchen or turn on the toy so it
made noises, hide it and run away just to laugh at my aunt
going nuts looking for it. She always seemed confused by
the silly pranks and as kids that just made us laugh.
One time we were hanging out in the tent while my aunt had been
vacuuming the living room. We turned off the vacuum and

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walked away to do something in another room.
We had convinced ourselves that if we turned it on and it stayed
in one. Spot that it would suck all the
way through the other side of the earth.
So Luba ran over to the vacuum, turned it on, and ran back to
the tent. We peered out the plastic window
of the tent and laughed while myaunt threw up her arms and

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yelled my name out in frustration.
I always remember thinking it was always me who was catching
all the blame, but figuring thatmy aunt just didn't want to yell
at the neighbor kids. Over time, Luba and Happy showed
up less and less. I thought they were either at
school or busy and weren't able to come over as often.

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After all, we were all getting older and I also was not at my
uncle's house as often. After so long of not seeing
them, I chalked it up to the fact that they had moved away
eventually. My aunt had her own kids and
raised them in that house until they were around four or five
years old before they moved out of state.

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Life had gone on as it does and Luba and Happy were just a fond
memory that I would often think back on and wonder how they were
doing or where they were at in life.
Fast forward to 10 years later, I'm about 14 or 15 years old.
Our family had all lived in different states at this point

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so when we would gather around the holidays we always had
catching up to do and walks to take down memory lane.
A conversation came up about childhood friends between my mom
and aunt and all the memories ofLuba and Happy came flooding
back to me. I was thinking to myself.
I wonder if my aunt might know where they're at now, So I

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chimed in and asked her if she remembered Luba and happy.
She contemplated it for a moment.
You could see her trying to think about.
It. She asked me with a very
confused look on her face. Luba happy.
I have never known any kids withsuch strange names.

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I went over everything I knew about them.
You know the neighbors by your house in Florida, the ones
always messing with you and you would blame me.
My mom snapped her fingers and said oh at the haunted house.
I was very confused when she said this as I had no knowledge
of her house being haunted. My aunt, still looking confused,

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responded that house was definitely creepy.
I don't remember any kids ever being there other than you and
your cousins. You had imaginary friends.
I was absolutely certain that these friends were not
imaginary. After all, I knew as a kid that
other kids often had imaginary friends and I would wonder, how

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is that even possible to create an image of a whole person in
your head? I insisted that they were
actually there. I knew they were there but she
seemed very set on the fact thatthey were not her and my mom
started to go back and forth. Remember the dog bowls would
just slide across the kitchen floor or the toys in the other

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room turning on at the very bottom of the toy box.
I literally just sat there and could not believe what they were
saying. I thought for sure they had lost
their. Minds due to old age.
Those kids were there. They moved the dog bowl and
played all the pranks. I saw it with my own eyes.

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My aunt told me there was definitely a lot of creepy
things that happened in that house.
At first I thought you had been behind all the things turning on
and off or moving around becauseI had to rationalize it.
I realized after some time that something weird was going on,
but decided to ignore it since Idon't really believe in that
kind of stuff anyways. My jaw was on the floor, folks.

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I was so creeped out. I was so confused.
I had imaginary friends. What?
My family was all in agreement about the ghosts in the house
nodding and reassuring each other.
I finally said out loud. So I had imaginary friends named
Luba and. Happy I need to be in therapy.

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About this time, my cousin had rounded the corner to the dining
room we were all sitting in and in the giddiest voice said.
Luba and Happy, they were my friends.
We all kind of looked at her in silence and then looked at each
other before someone blurted out.
Wait, you saw Luba and Happy 2 Without missing a beat and not

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realizing what the big deal? Was my cousin confirmed to us?
Of course. They were always at my house and
always in my playroom. They used to play pranks on mom.
Everyone sat in shock. Nothing made sense.
All the kids in my family who had set foot in that house over
the years knew Luba and Happy. I don't think the odds are that

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great of having the same imaginary friends your cousin
did years apart. We.
Filled my cousin in on the haunting of the house.
She was equally as creeped out and you could see a little
shiver of fear go down her spineright before she said.
I always wondered how they couldgo in and out through the walls.

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Of the Playroom. This will be the first time that
I'm sharing my story. I have never told anyone about
this before because I'm scared of the way people will react,

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but here we go. This event happened to back in
2016 when I was 26, me and my best friend, I'll call him
Tanner, we're out drinking at your typical Irish pub.
Tanner was there with his girlfriend who I've also been
friends with for a few years, I'll call her Sarah.

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Me and Tanner started drinking early and Sarah got there later
around 9 PMI remember Sarah being mad at me for letting
Tanner get as drunk as he was. Sarah chilled out after I
ordered a few rounds of tequila for us and we resumed having a
good time laughing about all of the funny times that we have had
together. Me and Tanner originally went to

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the pub to watch a live band that we have seen a bunch of
times perform, but for some reason they never ended up
showing up so we just continued to drink beer after beer and
shot after shot. I admit I was really drunk, but
I can say for a fact drinking alcohol had nothing to.
Do with whatever was about to happen to me, Tanner and Sarah

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started arguing about something.I can't remember what it was.
But it was probably something stupid because those two were
always getting mad at each otherover nothing.
Tanner ended up saying somethinglike, fine, we'll just go home
right now then. And I remember feeling bummed
out that my best friend was going to leave when we were

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having such a good time. I convinced them to stay for one
more shot on me. I told the barmaid to bring
another round to the table. Tanner and Sarah asked for their
bills and I got up to go to the bathroom when I was taking a
leak at the urinal. I felt kind of dizzy for a
second and thought I might have to throw up.

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I thought to myself maybe it wasa mistake ordering another shot.
As I was walking out of the bathroom I saw Tanner and Sarah
looking at me, already holding their shot glasses in the air
saying come on, come on. Tanner handed me my shot.
We banged the glasses together and said cheers.

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Tanner and Sarah got up, I gave them both a hug and we said our
goodbyes. I asked.
How are you guys getting home? Tanner said he was just going to
drive. I said just get a cab, you don't
want to get pulled over or crashyour new car.
He argued with me saying it was only a 5 minute drive and it
wasn't worth leaving his car at the pub to take a cab.

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I told him again that I thought it was a bad idea, but he kept
saying it would be fine. So I gave up trying to get
through to win. He said he would text me when
they got home and I said something like OK I'll be
waiting for it, waving my phone at him.
After around 30 minutes I still had not received a text but to

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be honest I kind of forgot aboutit.
As I was mingling with other people at the pub, that's when I
felt my phone vibrate. It was Sarah calling me.
I answered her call and was about to say something like took
you guys long enough but before I could say anything she was
yelling into the phone crying saying something I couldn't make

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out. I said calm calm down what's
going on? She said they got into an
accident. She was crying so much I could
barely make out what she was saying.
I kept asking questions like. How bad is it?
Is Tanner. Hurt.
Are the police there? Then she started hysterically

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saying over and over. He's not waking up, I think he's
dead. Then she said that she saw the
police cars coming and hung up on me.
My heart sank to my stomach. I tried to call her back
probably 10 times but no answer.I didn't know how to react as I

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was in pure shock and felt like I was going to throw up.
I ran to the bathroom and threw up into the sink.
I was looking at myself in the mirror and all I could feel was
anger. I started punching the walls of
the bathroom and screaming. I sat on the ground by the sink
and thought about how it was allmy fault.

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If only I would have taken his keys, if maybe I didn't ask him
to hang out that night, this allcould have been avoided.
I picked myself up and wiped thetears out of my eyes.
I didn't want to be here anymore.
People were looking at me laughing.
I just wanted to pay my tab and leave.

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When I left the bathroom, I camearound the corner to where my
table was and I couldn't believemy eyes.
I saw Tanner and Sarah holding their shot glasses saying come
on, come on, hurry up. I froze.
I didn't know what was happening.
I didn't know if this was even real.

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Tanner said something like you don't look too good.
I grabbed him and started sayinga bunch of jumbled nonsense
trying to explain what just happened.
He then laughingly said something like, maybe you don't
need another one of these. I let out the biggest sigh of
relief and teared up again. I was so confused but also so

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relieved. It was the same feeling you get
when you awake from a terrible nightmare and realize you're
safe in your own. Bed.
I sat there speechless for a second.
Tanner and Sarah took their shots and then Tanner grabbed
his keys. I said Tanner, wait.
How are you getting home? He said he was just going to

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drive as they lived only 5 minutes away.
I started to freak out. I felt the whole event I just
witnessed was happening again. I yelled.
No, give me your keys, I'm paying for your cab home.
He was saying something like. What's your deal?
It's all good. I said no, trust me, it's not a

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good idea. I pulled cash out of my wallet
and said here, take it. I also said that I would drive
him back to the pub in the morning to get his car, he said.
All right, thanks man. And that is probably for the
best. I remember watching them leave
feeling so confused as to what was going on.

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I yelled across the bar. Message me when you get home.
Waving my phone in the air, Sarah waved goodbye and Tanner
just smiled as they walked out the door.
I sat at my table with my head in my hands for about 10
minutes, then felt a buzz from my phone.
It was Tanner. He said thanks for the cab, I'm

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home and that he was worried about how hungover he was going
to be in the morning. I could feel an intense weight
being lifted off my chest and I finally called my own cab home.
For the next few days everythingfelt weird to me.
I didn't know what to think of this thing that happened.
I didn't know if I should go seea psychiatrist or talk.

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To my friends and family about it.
I decided to keep it to myself because I've always been scared
of what people would think of meafter telling them this insane
story. I've been thinking about this
almost. Every day for the past few
years, it brings me closure to finally share my story.
Even if it's anonymously, I feellike for some reason something

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gave me another chance to save my friend.
I don't know what this is or whyit happened.
I just pray something like this never happens again.
I have thought about this event at least once a day and even

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though it's been a few years andsome details are fuzzy, it still
gives me the chills. A group of us were sitting
around chilling 1 January night when one of us thought it would
be fun to have a bonfire using the brown and dried out
Christmas tree as the kindling. We were bored so we all jumped
at the chance of doing something, even if it was

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potentially illegal. Another of my friends made the
comment it's only illegal if we get caught, and with that logic
we set out to find a location tobid the Christmas season
goodbye. My friend, who we'll call
Sheila, knew of a place we couldhead to and would likely not get
caught by any police interference.

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The only stipulation was that wehad to wait for the cover of
nightfall. What she failed to mention was
that this area was a swamp with wooden walking pads weaving
through the trees and water for patrons during the day.
Driving up and not seeing any lights, this didn't look like a
place that would be open during the night, yet here we are.

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Once we arrived and had set up our tree to be burned, another
of our friends thought it would be fun to walk the darkened
trails. No flashlights, just the small
amount of moonlights that we had.
We all looked into the forest, uneasy, but agreed to the
adventure. Using the headlights of our
cars, we saw two entrances leading into the forest.

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Naturally, we thought we would enter in one side and come out
the other. Making our way towards the part,
Sheila and I hung back so we could conspire to pull a prank.
There was one guy in our group who she had a crush on and the
two would often flirt and banterwith one another, and she
learned that he was quite the scaredy cat.

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The prank was for me to slink off towards the exit to the
path, meet them halfway and jumpout and scare the wits.
Out of him, of course. This was too good of a chance to
pass up, so as they headed down through the entrance of the
path, I snuck off. Going through the exit, the
swamp was alive with the sound of toads croaking, insects

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buzzing, creatures chattering and scurrying, and a couple of
times I heard the splash of water as a toad plopped into the
water as I'd gotten near. The blackness of the night
didn't bother me, as I was much too excited about scaring the
crap out of Sheila's crush. The look on his face, the

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squeals of his screaming, it wasgoing to be awesome eventually.
I kept walking and walking, but wasn't finding the group.
Surely they should have met themby now.
But where are they? I stopped for a moment,
straining my ears to see if I could hear them coming towards

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me, but all I was met with were the sound of the swamp and then
silence. I stopped.
Was it possible that they were quiet so they could scare me?
Sure. But all of them being that
quiet? Do you know the sound someone
makes when they're swimming slowly through the water?

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A sort of light sloshing noise. That was the sound I was hearing
coming from in front of me. I froze, straining my ears
towards the sloshing, noticing that it didn't sound like a frog
or a fish. But what it sounded like, I had
no idea. There was a thud against the

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wooden path, rocking it slightly, then slapping noises
that sounded like wet flippers hitting the ground.
I would be curious afterwards, but with my heart hammering in
my chest and my knees about to give out from underneath me, I.
Turned around and took off as fast as I was able, out of the
swamp and away from whatever it was that was back there.

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When I emerged from the forest, my group of friends were out
there waiting for me. Apparently, after not seeing me
for a while, they grew concerned.
So concerned that Sheila had given away the prank about to
be. Pulled and they hurried back,
not knowing what had become of me.
They were about to walk the pathI had taken to find me when I

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suddenly appeared. It wasn't until later that we
discovered that the two paths that we had seen LED in two
different directions, something that would have been nice to
know beforehand. As for what was in that swamp, I
have no idea and none of my. Friends believed me, thinking
that it was just a frog or something.

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Over the years, I tend to think that maybe they were right and I
just imagined it. But that didn't remove the fact
that this was one of the most terrifying experiences of my
life. The following took place when I

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was in grade 10 attending high school in Oshawa, ON, just under
an hour east from Toronto. I am 30 years old.
Now, and I've only mentioned this to a handful of people, it
isn't the scariest story ever, but it definitely gave me and my
friends at the time the creeps. Let's begin during lunch hour.

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I never liked eating in the cafeteria.
Too crowded and I didn't like people watching me eat.
I'm not too sure why now, but myfriends felt the same way.
So we either would go to one of our houses for lunch or we'd
discover someplace outside near our school where we could sit,
eat lunch, throw a baseball around after, etcetera.

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We stumbled upon this Creek behind some backyards with a few
big rocks that could be used as a makeshift seating area.
It was secluded enough that we thought it would be a cool place
to eat our lunch and hang out for an hour.
FYI, we were not trespassing in anyone's backyards.
They were all fenced off and theCreek was accessible to anyone

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walking by, including myself. There were four of us.
We ate lunch, joked around and started playing catch with a
baseball in the midst that we brought with us.
I stood further into the Creek, so near a bunch of tall trees
that I think turned into a forest if you keep going.
My friend threw the baseball. I missed catching it, and it

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rolled to the base of a tree a few feet behind me.
I walked over to retrieve the ball and sitting upright on the
other side of the tree was what I think was a female with long
straight black hair facing the opposite direction.
Not moving at all whatsoever. I noticed her right before I

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picked up the ball and my stomach dropped.
I knew to play it cool so she wouldn't react and scare me even
more than I already was. So I picked up the ball and
speed walked out of there and said to my friends.
Guys, let's go. We're going to be late.
They were all saying how we had time and that we were going to
be early, etcetera. But I looked at them with my

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eyes wide open as if trying to communicate with my eyes and
again I said let's go. Confused, my friends followed me
out of there and as we were walking away, I periodically
looked behind us to see if we were being followed.
When we were at a distance far enough I felt it was safe.
I told them what I saw. They all believed me because

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they knew I wouldn't just randomly make up that to ruin
our lunch break. And not to mention how much I
hated going back to school earlyafter lunch being curious dumb
teenage boys. However, we did return to that
Creek a few days later and the person sitting behind the tree
was not there. In my 30s I have never had

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anything as unsettling as this happened to me before, and I
still remember it as if it happened yesterday.
Like I said, I've only told thisstory a handful of times and it
still gives me the chills to this day.

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This happened when I was 15 years old.
It was about five years ago and I was living at home.
It was just me and my mom and welived in a small apartment in a
medium sized city and my mom wasalways working and never home so
there was not much adult supervision at home and I would
spend most of my nights on Facebook.

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So one night I was settling in for another dinner of Mac and
cheese and watching YouTube whenmy phone buzzed.
I didn't have many friends at the time and the only person who
really messaged me was my mom. But she was at.
Work. So I knew it would not be her.
I paused my YouTube video and put down my Mac and cheese and

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picked up the phone. I looked at my phone and saw
that I had a Facebook message. I clicked on it to read it and I
did not recognize the person sending it.
All it said was hi Amy. I didn't think anything of it
and I was in the middle of my dinner so I just put my phone

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back down. Another couple minutes later I
heard my phone vibrate again. It was from the same person and
this time it said how are you doing Amy?
This time I replied and said I'mfine who is this?
There was no response so I finished eating my dinner and

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watched a few more videos and went to bed.
The next night was pretty much the same routine and I was home
by myself eating dinner and watching YouTube.
I got a message on Facebook and this time it said.
Are you enjoying your macaroni and cheese?
This time I was caught off guardand was starting to get upset.

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I answered back, Who is this? Almost instantly another message
came in that said I'm watching you and I know you're alone now
I was getting scared, but in theback of my mind I was thinking
it could have been one of my friends playing a joke on me.
They knew that I ate Mac and cheese almost every night for

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dinner, so it could have just been somebody guessing and it
was just a coincidence that I was eating Mac and cheese again.
It didn't help that this was late fall, so it got dark very
early and being home alone was already a little unsettling to
begin with. My mom had warned me to be
careful online ever since I started using Facebook about a
year earlier. She had told me about how people

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could get catfished or how your identity could get stolen.
I had not had any bad experiences online up to this
point, so I figured she was justbeing an overprotective parent.
I'm watching you and I'll be watching you when you go to
sleep tonight, was the next message I read.

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I turned off my phone and finished my nightly routine and
went to bed, but not before I blocked that person from my
account. I got up early the next day and
I could hardly keep my eyes openfrom not getting very much
sleep. I walked to my high school which
was about a 20 minute walk from my apartment.

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Everything went fine at school. It was a normal usual day at
school, but I struggled to get through it because of how tired
I was, but I dragged along the day the best I could.
After school I stopped at a fastfood place for about 1/2 an hour
before walking the rest of the way home.
While I was walking home, I thought I noticed this same car

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drive past about four or five times.
It was already getting dark so Iwasn't sure if it was the same
car. When I was just getting to the
parking lot in my apartment complex, a car drove by and
someone yelled out the window. Enjoy your Mac and cheese, Amy.
When I turned to look, the car was turning at the corner and

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all I could see were the brake lights and no.
Description of it. I could only think of one person
who would want to mess with me. I had broken up with my
boyfriend a month earlier and helived in the town about 45
minutes away. It was a really bad breakup
because I had caught him cheating, but he swore it was a
mistake and he only wanted to bewith me.

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I didn't take him back and all of his friends told me he was
not over it. I can only guess that it was him
stalking me on Facebook and in the car.
I ended up deleting my Facebook for almost a year and I never
noticed any more cars. Following me I live with my mom

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and dad here in Escambia County here in Florida.
One evening me and my mom are just sitting around watching TV
when we hear some shouting coming from the street outside.
At first my mom just shakes her head and make some comment about
the neighbors being noisy again and we just carry on watching
the show. But as this shouting gets louder

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and we start to hear this revving engine sound, she turns
down the TVA little and we startto listen in to what it was.
It sounded like the shouting wascoming from right outside our
house by that point, so I got upto take a peek around the TV
room curtains to see what it was.
In the street outside is a kid in his underwear who's just

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facing down a truck. He's shouting at the driver, who
is shouting back. And from what I could make out,
the argument is over the truck driver wanting the kid to do
something and the kid refusing. I could tell from the way that
the kid was addressing the driver that it was some kind of
family argument, a gut feeling that was confirmed when the kid

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eventually called the driver dadat one point.
The argument peaks and intensityat one point and the two people
are just screaming at each otherwith the driver kind of leaning
out of the driver's side window when all of a sudden the driver
leans in. Revs the truck engine and legit
tries to run the kid over in themiddle of the street.

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Luckily the kid reacted just in time, dodging the truck and
running into one of our neighbors front yards.
As it speed. Past him, my mom, who was also
watching by that point, gasps and says Oh my gosh.
And we watch as the truck does AU turn in the street, preparing
to make another pass on the kid.But the kid isn't about to let

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that happen and runs across someyards in the direction of our
house, banging on the front doorand screaming for help.
We just reacted, running to the front door and letting the kid
inside as the truck screamed past again, the driver shouting
out the window. As it came to a stop we slammed
the door closed and my mom runs to call the cops as I try to

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comfort the kid even though he'sbasically in his underwear and I
am in no mood to be hugging 1/2 naked teenager.
No matter how panicked he is, the kids dad starts banging on
our front door now, shouting about how he knew his son was in
there and for him to come out sothat he could face the music or
whatever. Trying to ignore all the

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commotion. I remember asking what had
happened to cause such an intense family argument.
And you will seriously not believe what the kid said next.
He tells me straight up, basically.
No matter how much his dad wantshim to, he will not take a bath
ranting about how he's a grown up and he can do what he wants

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and he won't just do what peopletell him to do.
How he's perfectly capable of looking after himself and he
doesn't need anyone to be keeping tabs on his personal
hygiene. It's only then that I start to
notice just how bad this kid smells.
How his breath smelled awful andhis skin was greasy looking.
He obviously hadn't bathed in quite a while, and although

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there's obviously no excuses fortrying to run someone over for
something like that, I started to understand why his dad had
gotten so frustrated now this whole time.
The dad is banging on the door saying he's not going to leave
until his son comes out, but my mom had come back to tell us
that the cops were on their way and that everything was going to

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be OK. But as she's talking to the kid.
She had pretty much the same reaction as me, and there's a
moment where she stops talking for a second and her nostrils
flare from where she started to get an idea of how bad the kid
smelled. And again, with the same air of
indignation, the kid tells my mom that no one is going to be

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the one to tell him to take a bath, how he's a grown man he
wasn't, and how he can make his own decisions.
My mom's face when he was telling her this was just a
picture. Like me, she could literally not
believe what she was hearing, nor could she believe the kind
of situation that we had gotten ourselves involved with.

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Eventually the cops showed up and tried to talk to the dad as
he was screaming profanities at our front door.
We watch from the window as he gets into a seriously heated
argument with them to the point that they wrestle.
Him to the ground before they detained him.
This gave an opportunity to talkto the cops ourselves, and as
crazy as the whole situation was, we had to tell them the

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truth of the matter that the dadhad actually tried to run his
kid over, which was basically attempted.
Murder. Naturally, the cops agreed and
they arrested the guy, but not before asking him if he had in
fact tried to run his kid over. The guy responded.
He's my son, my son. I'll raise him how I want.

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If he doesn't do what I tell him, I'm a whip him.
Basically confirming that he hadtried to hit him with his truck.
He was slurring his words the whole time, and it hit me at one
point that the guy was pretty drunk from the way he was
shouting and slurring at the cops.
Definitely not a wise move on his part.
That was all the cops needed apparently, so they put him in

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the back of their patrol car andtook him to jail.
That was most definitely one of the craziest things that's ever
happened to me, and I suppose itdoesn't help the whole Florida
Man thing. That a guy might try to run over
his kid for not taking a bath. I suppose, given the behavior of
his kid, that this might be morelike a Florida men's story or

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like a Florida family story. But I promise not everyone here
is totally crazy, no matter how much the media makes it out that
we're all just nuts. But saying that, since I moved
out of state for college, it's definitely something that I've
noticed about living. Further up the East Coast, sure

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there's crazy people everywhere,but the concentration of crazies
in Florida is definitely higher than most other places.
I'm just glad the situation thatnight got resolved, and as weird
as it was, the outcome was considerably more preferable to
just watching 1/2 naked kid get murdered by his own father.

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I would much rather just smell somebody odor than watch someone
die, that's for certain. Yeah.

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Yeah. Yeah.