Best of True Scary Stories for Tuesday Volume 7

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Speaker 1 (00:02):
Hey, campfire crew, let's get it on. Hey gang, coming
at you from my vehicle. I am knee deep in

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the dead of moving.

Speaker 2 (00:25):
House and man, you forget how much shit you accumulate
over the years. So new content coming out as soon
as I am settled in. But I hope you enjoyed
this best of true scary stories. Hope everyone is gearing
up for the holidays and everyone is well.

Speaker 3 (00:41):
Thanks for sticking through me through this move.

Speaker 2 (00:43):
This has been how but blue skies are on the horizon.
Everybody sit back and enjoy some true scary stories from
your uncle Josh.

Speaker 3 (00:57):
He won't leave by Minty Sweet. It all started about
a month ago when a man started banging on my
door at six o'clock at night, yelling for a mic
to come out and he needed to see him and
get cigarettes. I told him he had the wrong house
and to leave. I mean, there's never been a mic
in the house. He got even more aggressive, calling me

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a liar and how he was going to come in
and beat that skinny bitch you live with. I tried
to call the non emergency police line because I've never
called nine to one one before. They didn't pick up.
Looking back, it was stupid, but it was instinct. After
some more yelling, he left. I called my father, who

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was across town, to come home and what was going on,
and he showed up. He called nine to one one
to file a report. The guy came back and started
screaming at him. The cops were called again, and they
showed up an hour after the call, and they couldn't
find him and told me to defend myself if it
came to it. I ended up staying with a friend
for the night because I didn't feel fel safe at home.

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I can be a strong person, but I don't think
I can do much against a drugged out man. What
made the situation even scarier to me is that as
I was going through my driveway camera photos, it showed
him walking up to my house hours before, and I
had no clue. I have really bad anxiety, so the
next few days were filled with paranoia and stress, but

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I managed to finally calm down and convince myself that
this was the end of it. Come that weekend, my
father went on a trip with his girlfriend, so I
was left alone for a couple of days. I had
just put on a scary movie when I heard screaming
again and a loud bang. I pulled up my camera
and saw that he was back pacing back and forth

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on the sidewalk and had thrown over a trash can,
again screaming for Mike. I called nine to one one
and they showed up within minutes this time and were
able to stop him down the street. They told me
there was nothing that could be done since he hadn't
committed a crime yet, but if he came back to
call again and then they'd have more reason to hold him.

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Things were quiet for a few weeks, and I again
believed that that was the end of it until today.
This morning, my father and I got in an argument,
so I wanted to take a walk to clear my mind.
I went across the street to a park and sat
by a tree, watching cars pass every now and then,
just beautiful morning weather. Then I noticed a truck drive

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down the left side of the park and turned to
the street. My back was facing the guy waved as
he passed, so I did too, thinking it was just
a man going to work. I wanted to show that
I was okay that. Then he pulled off onto the
right side of the park, stopped and made a U
turn to come back. Red flags instantly went off in

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my head, so I got up to start walking home.
I looked back and saw that he'd turned his headlights
off and he was trailing me. I got to the
front of my house and he slowed, and I got
a better look at his face this time, and it
looked like the man harassing me, from the physical characteristics
to his red baseball cap, and he just glared at
me like I took everything in his life away from him.

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I got to the door and tried to barge in,
but my father put the chain on an anger of
me walking out, so I had to yell to him
that I was being followed and to open the door.
He opened it, but by then the truck was gone
down the street. I'm terrified to leave my home. I
don't have a car to get around anywhere quickly, and
I have to bike, but even now I'm scared to

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do that. I don't know who that man is or was,
or what his intentions are, but I live in paranoia
waiting the storm. Submitted by Kristin j. Between my sophomore

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and junior years of college at Oklahoma State University, I
wanted to take a trip to visit my roommate in Oklahoma.
I lived in Springfield, Missouri at the time, and this
was just after our spring semester ended. It was Memorial
Day weekend, and I had taken off some time off
my retail job to make the drive from Springfield to
her little town called Mangum And, Oklahoma. It was a

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pretty straight shot down forty four to Oklahoma City and
then over on Route forty. After that, I was going
to be taking a bunch of back highways to get
to see Sybil. Heading south, I loaded up my Honda
Accord with stuff for the weekend, you know, the normal
girl things, plus some outfits for going out, which we
planned to do. I had a bunch of playlists on

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my Spotify and got wired on coffee and started off
in the morning around nine a m. The weather was
great where I was. I was about twenty or twenty
five minutes outside of Oklahoma City heading west when I
noticed the sky getting dark. Of course, I wasn't thinking
about forecasts or anything. I just wanted to see my
friend and get there as quickly as I could. Some

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of you who are familiar with this area will know
that it's in the neighborhood of Tornado Alley on the map,
and boy would I find out what Tornado Alley is
really all about. I was just cruising along, jamming out
to my tunes as the skies got darker and darker,
and I stopped to get gas. During this I'd unplugged

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my phone from the charger and put my phone in
my pocket, and when I got back in, I didn't
plug it back in and just got back on the road.
At some point, and it was probably when I got
back in my car, my phone slipped out of my
pocket and went on to the floor of my car,
a little under the front seat. Not thinking about my
Spotify not going I just turned down the radio and

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every once in a while changed stations to find the
music that I liked. I never thought about my phone
and why it wasn't in my pocket, and never noticed
that I was getting phone calls from Sybil. I kept driving,
thinking about all the fun we were going to have
over the weekend, and again not paying attention to the
dark clouds. There was a sprinkle of rain here and there,

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but nothing that I was worried about or paying attention to.
When I got to the junction where I had to
head south to Mangum. I knew I wasn't super far
away from her. I had planned to be there around
three or four in the afternoon and was right on time.
As I continued to drive, I noticed that the clouds
were more menacing, and suddenly, out of nowhere, there was
a massive hailstorm. Not the kind with giant hale but

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really whipping winds, but a lot of hail. I could
hear it bouncing off all sides of my car and roof,
and I was hoping that I would just be able
to outrun whatever storm was there again, just another spring
thing that happens in the Midwest, or so I thought.
As I was driving, I noticed there wasn't a ton
of traffic out, but there was enough going in the

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opposite direction. I didn't see anyone behind me for the
longest time, and I never really saw anyone in front
of me either, never really had to pass anyone, and
no one ever passed me. I kept cruising along as
the skies got darker off to my right, still not
paying attention and just singing along with whatever songs I
recognized on the radio. He and my trusty Accord kept moving. Then,

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like out of a movie, I saw the wind really
whipping the vegetation or crops or whatever on the sides
of the road. I could feel the wind pushing my
little accord to the left, and I had to make
sure that I didn't take my hands off the wheel
to keep things steady. I looked at the time on
my radio and said to myself, I was still making
good time, and I should be in Mangum real soon.

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That's when I saw something out of the corner of
my eye off to the right that made my heart drop.
The clouds that had been so menacing overhead seemed to
be reaching right down to the ground, because in fact
they were. I didn't right away see a funnel cloud
like a typical tornado, but I realized that this storm
was going to get even worse the further on that
I went. Like an idiot, I figured I could just

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outrun it, so that's what I did. I just kept
going on and pushed down on the accelerator a little
bit more than I probably should have, especially with the
wind doing its thing the way that it was. Another
few minutes went by, and I looked over to my
right and got the shock of my life. There it
was on the ground, gray and black, a giant whirling

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of wind, ripping things out of the ground. I couldn't
tell if it was coming at me, or going along
with me, or what. But again I figured I could
outrun this thing. Bad idea. The rain got super intense,
but I could still see this thing towering in the
sky moving off to my right. As I kept driving,

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I noticed there were no other vehicles on the road
at all. No one was out there, just me. I
started panicking, but kept driving, and then looked for my phone.
Of course, I couldn't find it in my pocket, as
it was no longer there. It was somewhere on the
floor of my car. I glanced down in a craze,
looking for it to see if I could each for it.
But I couldn't see it at all. But what I

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could see was this massive pillar of whirling clouds coming
right up onto me, off to the right and a
little in front of me. I didn't know if I
should stop, I didn't know if I should keep going.
I just kept my foot on the gas and made
the decision unconsciously to keep moving forward. The tornado, which
I recognized it for by now, was coming right at me,

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and again I kept thinking I could outrun it. It
was huge at this point, and I couldn't say what
it was F four, F five, U E ten, whatever
the hell they measure these things on. But I could
see that it was coming straight for the road that
I was on. I kept driving for another minute or two,
now in full panic mode and screaming, why can't I

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find my phone? I started to slow down, and it
was the smartest thing I could have done. The tornado
was even bigger than I thought, and getting closer. I mean,
I couldn't even hear the radio anymore. It's the sound
of wind that was so loud I thought my ear
drums were going to break, and the rain pounding on
my car. I sat in awe as the funnel got

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bigger and bigger, the winds got crazier, and it literally
crossed in front of me, probably about a football field away.
Tears were streaming down my face and I was screaming
for help. I mean to who, I don't know, but
I was screaming my head off. The tornado moved in
front of me and I couldn't see anything around it

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or through it, but there was tons of stuff flying
in the air. Some of it did hit my car,
and there was a lot more hail. It only took
about a minute and a half for it to make
its course across the road in front of me and
keep going off to my left. The winds were still
unbelievably intense as it passed by, and I looked up
and down the road in front of me and behind

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me to see if anyone else was out there, and
I remembered my phone and reached down and under my
seat where there it was. I grabbed it and immediately
called my friend and just kept screaming into the phone. Sybil, Sybil,
I'm in a tornado. I'm in a tornado. Before she
could even get a word out, I never even noticed
that she had left me a bunch of voicemails warning

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me about the storm and that I should stay put
wherever I was. Until afterwards. Sybil was screaming back at me,
and it was a crazy conversation until I finally blurted
out that the tornado had just missed me and had
moved on. Then I saw some cars go whipping by me,
and when I looked up and down the road, I
saw a couple of other vehicles had been sitting out
there while I was still yelling into the phone. A

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car came up to me, and a guy got out
and knocked down my window to see if I was okay.
His name was Larry and he was part of a
storm chaser group. His other team members were people that
I had seen farther down the road that were taking
measurements and also watching the tornado as it went by.
They were on the other side of it. With tears
in my eyes, I told him that I was okay

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and where I was going. He asked if there was
anything he could do, and I said no, and I
was It's a crazy three way conversation with Sybil about
who I was talking to. I was so nervous to
start driving again, but Larry told me that the tornado
was gone and most likely would not be turning around
to come back, and I should get to wherever I
needed to get as more tornadoes were predicted for the

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rest of the day. I kept Sybil on speakerphone the
entire way to her driveway, telling her about what happened
over and over and how I wasn't paying attention and
how my phone had fallen on to the floor. She
was crying too, that I was okay, and just kept
guiding me along the roads to her house. When I
finally got there, I ran up to her door and

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practically jumped into her arms, crying my eyes out. I
got inside, where she was home with her dad, who
was equally happy to see me. He made me call
my parents and grabbed a bottle off a shelf and
poured me the stiffest scotch I'd ever had in my
entire life. I finally started to calm down and told
them the whole story all over again. I had made

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it through that storm by the grace of God, and
promised that I would check forecasts and not leave my
phone in a place that I couldn't get to it
ever again. We ended up having an awesome weekend, and
we did watch the news broadcasts that day of the
same tornado I had seen, as well as some others.
God must have sent a guardian angel to get me
through that, but it was certainly the scariest thing that

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has ever happened to me in my life. This was
four years ago, and I remember every detail like it
was yesterday. I now live in Boston, Massachusetts, where we
do get our share of crazy weather, but nothing like that,
and tornadoes around here are a rarity. I'm glad because
I don't ever want to go through something like that
ever again. It's such a feeling of helplessness when you

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don't know where to go, and quite frankly, sometimes there
is no place to go. Like I said, I plan
my trips very differently now, even though I probably will
never ever see a tornado again, And if I do
see one, even if it's one hundred years from now,
it will be way too soon. More than lock your

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doors submitted by Carol Why this story started when I
was a little girl, but continued into my late teens.
The first house my parents bought when I was five
years old. Up until that time, we'd been living in apartments,
and my parents found a house they really liked for
what I now understand was a very cheap price. I

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had no idea about the history of the house at
the time, but I would find out later why the
price was so right. When we first moved in, I
really loved it. My sister and I had our own rooms,
we had a big backyard to play in, and I
was just starting school. There were new kids in the
neighborhood that became my fast friends and it was just
so much nicer than living in the apartment we had

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been living in before. I mean, this was a long
time ago, but at that age I could appreciate why
my parents bought the house. They bought it in August
and we moved in just in time for school to start.
And around that time I started to wake up in
the night and see a woman standing in my room.
It wasn't all ghostly or anything. It looked like a

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real woman with long, scraggly hairs, standing there holding something
in her hand. Even though I was scared, I would
usually just close my eyes, and after a while, when
I opened them, the woman would be gone. I told
my parents, and they told me it was just a
dream and that I shouldn't eat as many sweets as
I did before bed. Honestly, it did feel like a dream,

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so I listened to them, and when I would wake up,
my room would be empty. A dream, it must have been.
But around Christmas time it happened again. I woke up
and there stood this woman in the dark. I could
see she was holding a hammer. That really scared me,
and I scream. I closed my eyes and heard my

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dad running up from the basement he'd been down there
putting together some of our toys for Christmas, and my
mom was at work at the time. She worked an
overnight shift as an e yar nurse. I should mention
that my bedroom was the only bedroom on the first floor.
My parents were wary about me being there or away
from my sister and them when I slept, but I

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loved all the windows and begged and begged for that room.
When I heard my dad running up the stairs, I
opened my eyes and the woman was gone. My dad
came in, asking if everything was okay, what was wrong,
and he had a frantic look on his face. I
told him that the woman I had told him about
before was back in my room and it wasn't a dream.

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My dad flicked the lights on instead of just standing
with the hall light on and looked down at my floor.
He didn't say anything right away, but even at five,
I looked around and saw wet footprints on my carpet.
They came and went out from my door. My dad
told me to stay where I was and turned around
and went into the hall and was gone for a minute.

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He was checking the doors and windows, and also on
my sister. She had woken up from my scream all
the way upstairs. Then I heard my dad make a
phone call to my mom, and I overheard him saying
he didn't want to scare her, but something happened and
he didn't want her to not know that he was
calling the police. I couldn't make out much of the conversation,
but I did pick up on the words footprints, and

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I heard him saying, I don't know all the doors
are locked. My dad did call the police, and in
the middle of the night there they were talking while
my sister and I had hot coco in the kitchen.
The police were very nice and asked me questions about
what I saw, and I also mentioned at that point
that I had seen the woman before but had thought
it was a dream. My dad had his hand on

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my shoulder and said, yeah, that is true, but at
the time he figured it was a dream. The police
looked around and then looked around outside. There wasn't much
to look at. The grass was wet, but this was
in the South and we didn't have any snow or
anything like that. The police talked to my dad again
and then left, saying to call if anything else happened.

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My dad was and is a great guy, and he
knew that my sister and I were shook up. It
was about one point thirty in the morning at this point,
and neither of us could sleep, So my dad did
his best and made a game out of it. He
said we could all sleep in his room and watch
a video on my parents' TV. He propped up all
of the pillows to make a sort of makeshift for
it to protect us, and then he made us some

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popcorn too. We all eventually fell asleep and were woken
up by my mom when she came home in the morning.
Christmas came and was awesome, and eventually all of this
was forgotten by me and my sister. But every once
in a while my dad and mom would have a
conversation that we weren't supposed to listen to. It wasn't
until later in life that he told me that they

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had been talking about the owners of the house previous
to us moving in. My dad was an avid hunter
and had lots of guns he kept in a safe
in the basement. When I was a little older, I
learned that he kept one this sock drawer, a forty five.
He would later teach me to shoot, so the years
went rolling by, and nothing else happened in the house.
So my childhood was really great. All of the things

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that had happened were forgotten, and my sister and I
just grew up with awesome parents, great friends. We loved
our school. We were really involved there, and it was
just a great place to live. That is until my
freshman year of college when I came home for Christmas break.
My mom had changed my room around a little bit,
but it was still a bedroom and that's where I
would stay when I was home. I still loved all

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those windows. One night, during the week between Christmas and
New Year's I was talking to my new boyfriend, who
lived about an hour away. I was hoping you would
come over to meet my parents during the break, and
we were planning that visit. We talked into the late
night and eventually hung up. I got up to get
a drink of water, brushed my teeth, and was really

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tired from the day. It. Just fell asleep with all
of my clothes on. While I laid on my bed.
Sometime in the night, I heard a noise that woke
me up. Usually I slept with a radio on. I
love talk radio, and now I fall asleep listening to
your stories, Uncle Josh. But this sound sounded like my
door opening, and it was enough to wake me up.

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I opened my eyes and cleared out some of the
sleep to see a woman with long, scraggly hairs standing
in my bedroom. I froze a scream stuck in my
throat that wouldn't come out. It was the same woman.
She looked a lot older, but it was the same woman.
And the shock of my life came when I saw

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that she was holding a hammer in her hand. I
sat there frozen, staring at her as she just stared
back at me. She didn't say a word, just stood
there staring at me. I started to speak, and she
raised her arm up with the hammer. Now, I screamed.
I screamed as loud as I could, and the woman
stopped raising her arm and put her other hand to

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her mouth with a finger up in front of her lips,
and said it'll be over in a second. I sat
up in bed, and she sort of moved towards me,
and I heard my father running to my room. He
got there and flicked the lights on, and I could
see he was holding up his forty five. He was
also taken aback by the woman standing in my room.

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For a second, nothing happened until he screamed, who the
fuck are you? Get away from my daughter. At that point,
he was now pointing the gun at the woman's back,
as she hadn't even bothered to turn and look at him.
Dad wasn't waiting for her to respond. He slammed his
knee into the back of her knee, and she fell
over with a yell, onto the ground, dropping the hammer.

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My mother came up behind my dad, and my father screamed, Sherry,
call the fucking cops. The woman just lay there on
the ground, not saying anything but kind of crying. I'm
embarrassed to say this, and I peed my pants. I
was so afraid. So my mom was freaking out as
she called nine one one, and my sister wasn't home,

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and the only other thing going bonkers was my golden retriever,
funnily enough named Bonkers. Bonkie kept trying to get by
my dad to get to me, but he was holding
him back, keeping his forty five pointed at this woman
laying on the floor. A few minutes later, the police
arrived and got the woman up and out of my room.
She didn't say anything at first, but just looked at

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me with these crazy eyes and said it would have
been over in a second. I had no idea what
she meant, but I think she was inferring that she
was going to kill me. Yeah, that's a little bit
of a thought to have as a late teenager. Long
story short, this woman had lived in the house before
my parents had bought it. She had always been a

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disturbed young girl who never got treatment because her parents
were also really messed up. She had once tried attacking
her mother with a hammer, so they kept her locked
in a room in the house for fifteen years of
her life until other family members stepped in and got
her room moved for treatment. She severely needed that treatment.
Something happened to the parents and some other issues came

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up with the house, and I don't really know what
happened to them, but I know they lost custody of
the girl and they were forced to sell the house.
Now here's the kicker. This woman had been let out
of a treatment facility on her own recognisance. She was
now in her early thirties, and come to find out
that when I was five, she had actually escaped from

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the same place. So basically she got out twice. And
here's the other kicker. My parents had never changed the
locks on the house. This crazy woman had remembered a
spare key that her parents had hidden somewhere outside near
our back door. She had simply just gotten the key
and gotten into our house. I mean, how fucked up

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is that? And how fucked up is it that every
time she came in when she left, she put the
key back in its hidden spot. I suppose the early
life and here is change your locks the minute you
get a new place. The police arrested her, and the
whole rigamarole started all over again, with her not being
competent to stand trial, and she was remanded to another

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mental health facility. She's still there now, and while we
couldn't prove that she was going to harm or kill me,
the prosecutors made a good case that she at least
was posing a very dangerous threat, and that she remained
locked up in the facility without the possibility of getting
out again. I don't know how any of that works,
but this last thing happened about twenty five years ago,

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and like I said, as far as I know, she's
still where she was after I graduated from college, my
parents sold the place and all of us moved to
different states. I don't think we had anything to do
with this woman personally. She was just going back to
the only place she knew where she got the hammer.
Nobody knew it was not one of ours. Now I

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have my own family, and I made sure to change
the locks on both of the houses I've lived in.
My sister and I still tease my parents were not
changing the locks in the first place, on that first house.
I mean, after all of this time, we can sort
of joke about it. But the truth is, sometimes in
the night, I do wake up and think that I
see that woman standing in my room. I know she's

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not there, but I guess it's something that will always
be stuck in my mind and in my dreams for
the rest of my life. Sometimes you can't call the
cops for help by don't want them to find me.
My apologies for the length of this story. I've tried
to cut it down some, but it's simply a long story,

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and I'm hoping this is vague enough to remain anonymous
because those involved are still out there somewhere, and I'd
really prefer not to encounter them again. However, I will
say that this story happened in the US. For reference,
I was twenty years old at the time, living in
an apartment with my mom and little brother while I
attended community college. When we first moved in, the apartments

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were very well run, but within a short time the
managers were transferred elsewhere, and the replacements did not have
the skill at keeping undesirable types of people out. The
police became a regular site in our neighborhood, and it
was a rare day that would go by without seeing them.
The woman who moved in downstairs from us began openly
dealing drugs, and people would come and go at all

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hours and leave, stuffing little bags of various substances into
their pockets, mostly weed, but definitely other stuff as well.
They couldn't have been more obvious if they tried, and
there was always a crowd of shady looking men with large,
unfriendly dogs hanging around the yard or even sitting on
our stairs. They'd act like it was a personal insult

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if we interrupted them to walk up or down the stairs,
and would just generally be quite intimidating. The breaking point
didn't come until their customers started getting the wrong address
and coming to our door. Instead. We'd be sitting in
the living room and hear footsteps come up the stairs
and the door handle would jiggle against the lock. We
became religious about keeping the door locked tight. One night,

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I was home alone and somebody started just beating on
the door, not knocking. It was more like he thought
it was a punching bag, all the while screaming barely
comprehensible obscenities. I grabbed the biggest butcher knife out of
the kitchen and shouted through the door that I was
calling nine one one, and he ran away. In hindsight,
I probably should have called, but I was just believed

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he was gone, and since I hadn't seen what he
looked like, I figured it wouldn't have been that much use.
After that, though, I always pushed the couch in front
of the door before I went to bed. My mom
had had enough of this at this point. She tried
going to the manager first, that it was met with
a total lack of interest from her, so she decided
there was nothing to be done but contact the police

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about it herself. So she called about it, and she
got off the phone looking happy because at least they
seemed to take her seriously and promised to investigate. The
first sign of trouble came the next time night. There
was a lot of thumping and bumping downstairs, and a
peek out of the window showed people going in and
out of the apartment carrying cardboard boxes to a dented

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van on the street. Bright and early the next morning,
the police raided the place, and you guessed it clean
as a whistle. At first, we didn't realize the implication
of this. When it started back up again a few
days later, my mom called the cops again and the
same thing happened. At this point we realized it probably

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wasn't a coincidence. Somebody in the local police department was
most likely tipping them off. One of the curses of
a small town. I was angry and disappointed, but at
least we tried right. It never hurts to try, I wish.
About a week later, I was getting ready for an
evening class, and I had just gotten out of the

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shower and was in my bedroom in a bathroom picking
out what I wanted to wear. I heard a loud
banging on the front door, but I didn't think much
of We'd been expecting a package from the ups man,
and he always knocked loudly. My mom's footsteps went to
answer it, and I heard her say something. I couldn't
make out the words, but her tone caught my attention,

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and I felt like something was wrong. I reached for
my doorknob, but before I could open it, it flew
open in my face, and all my shocked brain could
grasp was huge man with a gun in my room.
Before I was grabbed by the shoulders and flung to
the floor. I honestly thought the drug users downstairs had
come to get us once and for all. I thought

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I was going to be raped and murdered. At this point,
I should mention I had an issue with one of
my wrists for years due to a childhood injury. I'd
had it operated on twice, and this was not more
than a few months after the second operation. Naturally, I
managed to land with my full weight on that wrist
and something crunched horribly. I did what any tough person

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would do and immediately burst into tears and sat there
clutching my wrist, waiting to die. I guess I must
not have looked very threatening like that, because he stepped
back a little bit and that's when I saw police
on the front of his vest. The next few minutes
were a bit of a blur. Somehow I was hurled
into my living room, where my mom was, and the

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cop left without saying more than wait here. I was
completely dazed, my mom was pretty much having hysterics, and
there were all kinds of shouting and activity going on outside.
After a short while, the cop returned and informed us,
to paraphrase, sorry, wrong address. Shit happens. We can't be
perfect all the time. My name is Officer Shinken. Here's

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my card and you can call it if you have
any questions, and then he just left. I went straight
to the emergency room and spent the next two hours
getting my wrist X rayed and put into a splint.
Then I went to math class because you know, I
didn't know what else to do and I was verified
of being at home. Needless to say, I learned nothing whatsoever,

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but the support of my teacher and classmates was reassuring.
The next morning, somebody knocked on the door. When my
mom answered, it was Officer Shinkin again. When I heard
his voice, I started hyperventilating and went to hide in
the bathroom. So I didn't hear what was said, but
I heard when my mom slammed the door. She was

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absolutely furious. I'd never seen her look so angry. Apparently,
good old Officer Shinkin brought along a carefully prepared document
that we were to sign. It basically said we understood
that it was all a terrible mistake and that we
would not be seeking legal action. She told him to
go to hell and shut the door in his face.

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Ten minutes later, the phone rang. It was one of
the nurses at the emergency room saying, somebody claiming to
be law enforcement had just come by trying to get
copies of my emergency room visit records, but they didn't
have permission to release those, and if I wanted him
to have them, I'd have to come by and sign
the forms. Oh hell No. Further questions, realized that yes,

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the man's description matched Officer Shinkin, and yes he was
not the officer involved, but was investigating the incident. I
started to find that pretty much everyone that I told
my story to would get a funny look on their
face and say, and this cop was his name, Officer Shinkin,
and then they would launch into their own horror story

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about him. My high school teacher said that he shot
one of her former students during a marijuana bust and
left him on the ground to bleed to death, but
another officer on the scene did first aid and saved
his life. One of our neighbors said he dragged said
neighbor's uncle down a flight of stairs by his feet,
hitting his head on every concrete step. Another neighbor said

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Officer Shinkin pulled them out of their shower by his
hair and held a gun to his head over a
parole violt, and a Google search said he'd once been
fired from a nearby city for shooting a handcuffed man
in the head, killing him. He claimed it was somehow
self defense and was fired but never charged with any crime.
The medical bills for the er visit ended up being

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over seven grand, and I didn't have insurance, so basically
I had no choice but to file a suit. I
found myself a lawyer and submitted a claim, and that's
when shit really hit the fan. We started getting disturbing
phone calls at all hours of the night, sometimes just
silence at the other end, or the sound of somebody breathing,

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and sometimes graphically sexual comments. When we stopped answering the phone,
they just let it ring until the machine picked up,
and then immediately hung up and then did it again.
My mom went to her car one morning and opened
the door, only to discover the handle had been covered
with some sort of caustic chemical. She washed it off,
but still ended up with burns in an emergency room visit.

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I had just gotten my permit and was out for
driving practice when it began to rain. As I went
down the highway, I flipped down the windshield wipers and
discovered they'd been coated with grimy motor oil. It smeared
across the windshield and completely obscured my vision. Fortunately, the
road was empty enough that I was able to slam
on the brakes and pulled off the side of the

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road without getting into an accident. Other things started happening too,
less severe but sinister given the context above. Somebody cut
out a bunch of metal malicious skull designs and tacked
them onto our wall or pushed them under the door
at night. What the fuck? I still have no idea
what that was supposed to accomplish. Furniture was stolen off

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the porch and my boots vanished when I left them
out there once, and oddly, several pounds of weed in
a plastic sack appeared on our porch one morning. My
mom called the manager to get it without going outside,
and for once in her life, the lady did something
useful and actually fetched it and threw it in the dumpster.
I have never felt so hopeless in my life. I mean,

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what was I going to do? Call the police. It
was around this time that a friend who lived abroad
suggested I come stay with him for a while for
my own safety. I dropped out of school and left
the country for six months while the lawsuit worked its
way through the courts. My mother and brother moved in
with family and then to another town without submitting a
forwarding address. Eventually, my tourist visa ran out and I

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had to come home. I was a complete nervous wreck,
and I ended up settling out of court for a
relatively small sum of money just to make it over.
My lawyer had gotten a copy of the search warrant
they'd used, and it was riddled with grammatical errors, and
switched my apartment number eighteen and the number of the
unit down the street twenty five at random. The suspect

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was somebody with an entirely different name, who looked entirely
different from any of us, and who apparently sold some
oxy cotton pills. She lived in Unit twenty five. I
saw a copy of her drivers license. It's said right
on the front of it, in nice, clear letters. Unit
twenty five is her address. I don't know. I have
no proof, but it was obvious that somebody had been

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tipping off our drug dealers downstairs, and I often wonder
if that wrong number on the war was not a
mistake at all. Perhaps it was meant as a retaliation
for trying to get their friends in trouble. I've now
regained full use of my hand, which my doctor had
told me might never happen. I no longer have a
heart attack at loud noises, and I only feel slightly

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uneasy when I see police uniforms, rather than having full
on panic attacks. It's six years later, and I'm only
now beginning to reclaim my life, kick the PSD and
go back to finish school. I feel like I lost
the best part of my twenties to these jerks, and
I'm still bitter about it. I currently live with friends
in an informal situation. My real address is not on

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any documentation, and I get all my mail in a
PO box in another town. Depending on which document you're
looking at, I supposedly live in five different places, scattered
from one end of the country to another, and I'm
not going to change that until i move a lot
further away from where all this happened. As far as
I know, nobody involved ever faced any sort of consequences.

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The men who kicked down my back door by og kings.
This is going to be long. Apologies if it doesn't
make much sense. I have panic attacks when I think
about it and struggle to put it all together. This
happened back in twenty twenty one. I was a female
twenty seven years old and had just moved from Melbourne

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to rural Australia to live with my fiance then boyfriend
and twenty nine year old male. He was on a
military posting at the army base and we also moved
there to escape Melbourne's insane COVID lockdowns. The town I
moved to is pretty isolated, about four to five hours
to reach any large city in each direction, but it
was big enough with a few different suburbs surrounding the

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main area. Neither of us do the area before moving,
and this led to him getting a house in a
pretty sketchy part of town. I'll try and explain the
setup of the house as this will be important later.
The house was old with huge glass windows everywhere, including
the entirety of the front of the house. Because of this,
you could see into the kitchen, the living room, It

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was kind of an open plan and one of the
unused bedrooms without coming down the driveway. There was an
old metal fence to the left of the house, which
was about one and a half meters tall, that went
directly into the backyard, and to the right of the
house was a small path hidden by overgrown bushes and
plants from the front with a locked gate the height
of the house that led to the back semi enclosed

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patio and back door. The path was right next to
the kitchen window, but it was a window that you
couldn't see out of when the kitchen light was on,
but you could se when coming in through the back door.
From the patio. You would walk through the laundry with
an adjacent bathroom, into the kitchen, with our bedroom off
to the left and a second bedroom directly next to ours.

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Our bed was on the wall that connected to the
living room, which meant it looked right out to the backyard,
as it also had huge glass windows. My boyfriend was
out in the field for a week, so I was
home alone. It was summer during this time, and it
was hot. The house had terrible ac so I'd been
sleeping with the windows open, and I even left the
back door wide open on accident when falling asleep a

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couple of times. I've always felt safe in Australia and
have lived mostly alone since I was eighteen, so I
didn't have an issue with it. It came to a Friday,
my fifth day alone, and I decided to walk into
town for something to do. The walk took about an
hour each way, and when I finally got home, I
was looking forward to doing nothing besides getting out of

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the heat. I spent most of the afternoon and evening
in the living room playing PlayStation and watching TV. I'd
heard a few noises down the side of the house
on the path next to the kitchen and leading to
the patio that night, but the guy who lived next
to us had a workshop of some kind, so I
assumed it was him tinkering around. I am one of
those people who will lay in bed before they're ready

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to go to sleep, so I went in to lay
in bed around ten pm and was doing my nightly
scroll of let's not meet. This saved me, as it
prompted me to get up out of bed and go
close and lock the back door. The back door had
a normal lock and then a reinforced dead bolt with
a key. It was screwed into the wall. Forty five
or so minutes later, still hearing the neighbor tinking around occasionally,

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I decided I was ready to actually go to bed,
so I went and started turning off all the lights,
including the back patio light and kitchen light. I laid
down in bed and was finishing up my mindless scrolling
and I heard some noise again, but this time it
was a bit louder. Again, I figured it was the
guy still in his work shop or some kind of animal,
so I decided to put my phone down and just

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go to sleep. After a couple of minutes, I heard
a bang at the back door, and I instantly felt
like everything went into slow motion. I instinctively knew someone
was kicking the back door, and I thought this can't
be happening. Then came another bang and another. It was
so loud and I felt like the house was shaking.

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I heard glass shattering, and the banging was just continuing.
This felt like it went on for an eternity, but
it was really only a few minutes. In my panic,
after the second or third bang, thinking I could scare
whoever it was off by pretending a man was there,
I yelled out OI in the deepest voice I could,
slammed my bedroom door closed. I have no idea why

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I did any of that, locked the door and called
zero zero zero, and then pushed my bed against the door.
The banging was still going on when I started the
call to the police, but then it stopped. There was
nowhere to hide, so I was crouched down in the
corner of the room near the bed. While on the
phone to the zero zero zero, I could hear someone

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start kicking the bedroom door. I was screaming at that point.
I don't remember what I was saying to zero zero
zero or what they were saying to me, but I
remember praying for the police to arrive before whoever was
out there got inside the room. I heard sirens in
the distance, and the banging on the bedroom door stopped,
and then I saw torches shining into the bedroom window.

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Because I was so scared, I couldn't understand what the
zero zero zero operator was saying to me, so I
had no idea if the torchlight was whoever just kicked
in my back door and bedroom door, or if it
was the police. I don't remember how or how I realized,
but it was the police, and the next thing I remember,
I was in the kitchen surrounded by about ten police officers,
crying and trying to explain to them what had happened.

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I was so inconsolable that the police had to use
my boyfriend's army photos on the fridge to get his
details to call the duty officer to get him to
come home. Once I calmed down a bit, my boyfriend
got home. I saw the back gate to the patio
was broken, the bedroom door was cracked, the back door
had been kicked off its hinges and the deadlock completely

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ripped out from the wall, and the laundry window was
also smashed. There were two sets of clear footprints on
the door from where they had kicked it in. I
checked my phone and I'd called zero zero zero at
twelve o four am and had been on the phone
for less than five minutes. What I think happened is
that whoever it was followed me back from my walk

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and could easily see from the road that I was alone.
They must have been watching me on the path next
to the kitchen for that entire evening. The noise as
I thought the neighbor was making was actually them, and
once I turned the lights off, they made their move.
I don't think they anticipated the back door to be
so hard to break down, which is why they smashed

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the laundry window to unlock it, but couldn't unlock it
without a key, so they went back to kicking. But
in the end it saved me from whatever they were
going to do. They weren't ever caught, and we ended
up moving house within the next few weeks. My boyfriend
and I ended up breaking up, as he was regularly
out in field or on duty at night, and I

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couldn't be home alone at night anymore and would panic,
cry and not sleep until the sun would come up.
It put too much strain on the relationship. It wasn't
until later that I realized I was experiencing PTSD. I
now live back in my home city in an apartment
building that has twenty four to seven security and a
billion cameras, and I have two dogs. So to the

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guys who kicked in my back door and attempted to
get into my room, I have no idea what you
were going to do to me. But let's not meet
retired paramedic. Story by Sniff and Lippy. Retired paramedic. Here,
I call on a very desolate stretch of road for

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a car sitting in the middle of the road covered
in blood. Of course it had to happen at two am,
just like every horror story. We arrived on scene and
found a new Camaro sitting in the middle of the
road that had obviously been in an accident. Problem was,
there was absolutely nothing else around the car, no persons,

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no other vehicles, nothing. Part of my job then was
a tactical paramedic for our Sheriff's department. Sounds all exciting
and high speed, low drag, but nope, not as emetic.
I got paid to wait for stuff to happen and
sit in the rear with the gear. That being said,
my paramedic partner and I both had pistols in the ambulance.

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As we started approaching the Camaro, my partner was shining
a light around when he said really low, hushed and
rushed back back, back, back back now now no. I
shined my light in the car and there were intestines
wrapped around the gear shift and a lung in the
back seat. So we kind of freaked out. Called dispatch

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and let them know what was happening, and we were
in the process of getting out of there till the
cops showed up when we saw a figure appear walking
down the road towards us. As he got closer, we
saw he was card in blood and gore. We both
threw on our tactical vast helmets and snatched our pistols,
and it sounded like a frightened home alone nine year

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old on the radio to dispatch. We approached him and
started screaming at him to get on the ground, which
he did, and after everyone's heart rate was below two
hundred bpm, we started talking and figured out what happened.
This guy had purchased a brand new Camaro and drove
it to this desolate stretch of road to open it up.

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He said one minute he was shifting gears, and the
next thing he knew, his car was all over the
road and his mouth was full of blood and it
seemed like an explosion had gone off. I started looking
his injuries over and couldn't really see anything major and
asked him about the passenger in his car. He said,
what passenger? My partner said, there's a lung in your

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back seat. Dude went straight into mental overload and couldn't
come up with anything, so I was thinking he's hurt.
We got him in the ambulance, and police were five
minutes away, and we potentially had another victim out there,
and I had to go look by myself. I walked
through the crash scene, looked in the car, and sure
enough and testines wrapped around the gearshift lung in the

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back seat and looked like part of a liver. Looked
like a hand grenade had gone off in the car.
I walked around to the other side of the car
and saw a faint blood smear staying on the road,
and I walked towards it, and I saw something else
further down the road, so I kept walking towards it.
I finally saw something on the side of the road

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and ran up to it, honestly completely freaked out and
scared to death about the body I was about to see,
and the dude had hit a deer. What happened was
is when he was winding the car out, State Police
estimated him well over one hundred miles per hour, and
a deer jumped into his car's pathway and hit the
top corner of the windshield with its stomach. When it

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hit the windshield, it created a negative vacuum in the car,
sucking almost all of the deer's organs out and right
into his car and all over him. I had the
fire department decontaminate him, wrapped him in some blankets, and
took him to the hospital. For many, many years after this,
my wonderful nine to one one dispatchers happily played the

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recording for anyone who wished to hear it. A very
bizarre robbery by Marzipan inevitable fifty five. So I'm a
twenty nine year old male. This happened when I was twenty,

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and it has led to some charming anxiety issues which
were actually only addressed about six months ago. I've been
told the best way to cope with things is to
confront the issues head on, and in a way, that's
what I'm trying to accomplish. So before I got my
life together, I used to work odd jobs around my
hometown's neighboring towns. It was my way of avoiding college

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and going into the oil field. I made my money
fixing fences, cleaning out horse stalls, and unloading hay and feed.
Not actually bad work, to be honest, but I'll admit
that I used it as an excuse for not doing
more with myself. When I knocked off of Wort, there
was this one little country style gas station that I
used to go to because they never I did, and
it was easy to get a bottle of liquor or

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a six pack, and they sold some of the best
fried chicken that, even to this day, I've ever had.
Well on this particular day, there was nobody at the register.
It was a little after five in the afternoon, and
there were literally only three employees at this store, as
it was a family owned an operated place. I had
plans with a girl that I was seeing, and I

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promised her a six pack and a night of relaxation
at her place while her parents weren't home. I was
in a hurry because of this, so I went to
inquire about why nobody was working. I went into the
back room of the store, where I found the owner,
along with four other guys, playing poker on a fold
out table. I said I needed to make a purchase,
and he said he would be there in a minute.

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The owner, while a very good man, definitely had his
share of addictions. At this time, he was high on
something which could have been a number of things. He
told me to sit down and play a few hands.
The owner was wearing a vest that had all of
his money clipped into it. I told him that I
wasn't trying to lose any money, and he offered to
float me the buy in. I said I'd rather not,

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but twenty year old me was always much easier to persuade.
I'm not a good card player, but something my family
had always told me was that I have more luck
than I do sin. And within an hour of playing,
I had made enough money to give the owner his
entry feedback and still had a lot of money left over.
I'll put it this way, this wasn't an extremely high

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state game of cards, but after paying the owner's fee,
I was holding on to close to four thousand bucks.
I'm not a gambler, and you'll learn why. So I'm
not even sure to this day how the dynamics work.
We were playing, talking shit, drinking beer, and smoking cigarettes,
just a good time. Then the time became not so good.

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The beep from the front door rang into the back room.
I'm one for punctuality, at least when it comes to
doing your job, so I was a little annoyed when
the owner did intend to whoever was coming into the store,
much like he did intend to me when I initially
walked in. It's a random rk of mine. This part
still gives me chills to think about. I could hear

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the clacking of steel toed boots hitting the floor, which
made its way towards the back room that we were in.
Didn't seem like much, meaning that it wasn't completely out
of the ordinary. Then the door of the room flew
open and four guys entered the room, all wearing either
red or blue bandanas over their faces. As far as
they were attired, they didn't look much different from anybody else,

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and two wore cowboy hats and the other two wore
trucker style caps. All four were holding shoulder durable weapons.
We were all ordered to our feet. Everyone complied. It
took me longer than expected to register what was actually happening.
The table was slipped over and five of us minus
the owner, were forced against the wall at gunpoint. There

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was a guy on the door who apparently missed orientation
because two of the guys in our party had slipped
past him and he had to chase them down through
the main store. The four of us that remained were
held against the wall by a guy holding what I
assumed now to be an M sixteen assault rifle. The
owner was taken beaten, and one of the guys that
I'm assuming are always assumed to be the ringleader, took

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a buck knife and cut his clothing off. I honestly
thought that was going somewhere else, but I guess thankfully
it didn't. One of the guys started duct taping his
ankles and his wrists. At the time, I was thinking, Okay,
they're just going to restrain us, take the money, and
then leave. Not ideal, but that's manageable enough. Then they

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put what looked like a pillow case or a sack
and put it over his head, and then sloppily started
wrapping duct tape around it. Twenty year old me wasn't
having it. A bunch of punks with guns weren't going
to walk in and start messing with me or my company. Boy,
was I stupid? I threw a nearly empty Heineken bottle
at the owner's primary assailant, then progressed towards him. The

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bottle went nowhere near where I was aiming, and I
literally lifted one foot off the floor and didn't even
put it down before I was struck and fell back
into the wall. The guy that hit me screamed in
my face that iy't remember what he said. Still gives
me a panic attack when I try to revisit it.
The remainder of us were duct taped by our wrists
and angles as well, and at one point I had

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the barrel of a rifle in my face, and the
guy next to me, God bless his soul, chastised the
guy by saying, you want to point that at somebody?
Then pointed at me, not him. The next part screws
with me in a variety of ways that I don't
even know how to explain. One of the massmen pointed
the rifle at him and then pulled the trigger. All

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that could be heard was a metallic click. I don't
know all about all of them, but the one who
pulled that trigger definitely didn't have a loaded gun, which
leads me to believe that the guns were just props.
They took the money and shut the lights off and
left the store. The back room had no windows, so
it was dark, like really dark. I kept a multi

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tool in my pocket for work, but it wasn't one
of the heavier grade ones. It was a two by
two inch one that could fit in my wallet, but
I always kept it loose in my pocket during the day.
It took flexibility on my part to contort my restrained
body enough to be able to get it out of
my pocket, but I was eventually able to free myself.
For whatever reason, I thought the owner was going to suffocate,

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so I went to free him first. He was fine,
just in pain. Everybody made it out there with trauma
at most no fatalities. The two that got away were
found restrained the same way in the walk in freezer.
The police recalled, no investigation was ever conducted, and I
couldn't even drive myself home. I had to call my
sister to come pick me up. I don't know about

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what was actually in store for us and what would
have happened if we didn't comply, but this is the
source of many anxiety attacks and the reason I'm partially
afraid of the dark Roommate from Hell by expression three

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ninety nine, Never move in with a man or woman
you've never personally known. I got a roommate from hell
this way. The man tortured me psychologically when I turned
his sexual advances down. Then he stole thousands of dollars
from me over time. He even used my Amazon account
to open up an account, and he got some personal

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info like social etc. Once I left after calling the
cops to help me leave, and he showed up at
the Apple store I was at just a day after
I left. He would bang on the wall across from
mine every morning and late at night to startle me awake.
He'd throw pebbles or tap on my window in the
middle of the night to scare me and keep me

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on edge, and he'd give me weird little candies and
teddy bears as if we were dating. He even ordered
stockerish love items on my own Amazon account. I mean,
who the fuck spends this much on a Christmas ornament
that says I'll always love you and follow you, or
something along those lines. If I'd go to the restroom,
he'd run and kick his foot at the door so

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loud and souddenly that it sounded like a door being
kicked down. He'd steal my items if I left them
alone for even a second, so i'd have no way
to go out. If I had plans that he'd put
them back once I mentioned them, or when it was
too late for me to leave my plans. He kept
me home this way a lot. If I got any
mail or package, he didn't teargate me. What did you order?

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I need to know? It was like he thought he
owned me or something. Towards the end, I was locking
doors and putting furniture up against the door because he
picked my bedroom locked while I was gone. And when
i'd wake up sometimes there was stuff missing or moved
in odd ways, so I knew he was creeping around
while I was asleep. He was an absolute freak. I

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wouldn't put anything past him, since he showed me how
psychotic he was. If I was HAPPI or in a
good mood, he'd start criticizing and nitpicking at my body, hair, face, behavior, voice,
anything he thought I was insecure about. I even developed
an ed because he always did this and mocked and
laughed at me when I would make or eat food,

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and anytime I'd leave my bedroom, he would rush out
of his room to stand right behind or near me,
like a weird little dog that follows you around panting.
I'm pretty sure he even pissed in my hair products
or skin products. I do know he'd throw out food
I had just bought, and as I mentioned, he'd steal
my cash and even used my debit cards. It was

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the strangest thing. If anyone else had dealt with this,
they'd go insane. Even though I left to go live
on the streets, I don't have any family or friends.
I was severely abused as a kid. I've been on
my own since fourteen, actually, so I'm accustomed to surviving
on the streets for periods of time. I was a
million times happier than I ever was in that nice apartment,

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surrounded by nice things in a fancy car. I felt
so relieved, even just living in a concrete garage, I
was a million times happier sleeping on concrete with a
pillow made of a towel and a tiny little blanket
in the cold. Then I iver was living there with him.
He spent his time psychologically torturing me, and I don't
regret leaving at all. I still have trouble believing the

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stuff happened, as it was just so crazy to even
think that someone is crazy enough to do that. I
got a cop fired, and now I think he's stalking
me by raccoon bandit. To give some context, I used

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to be a nine to one to one dispatcher for
a small city. We dispatched all law fire ems for
the entire county, and within this county were multiple law agencies.
I'd been there for about three months or so when
I met him. Let's call him Jake. Jake had recently
transferred from a big department in California and landed himself

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randomly at our department. It didn't make much sense as
to why he left California in the first place, but
he always insisted it was just time for him to
move to a smaller and less dangerous department. He and
I quickly became close and would chat almost every day
after I got off shift. Within a few months, it
became apparent that we liked each other, and our flirting

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progressed into something more serious. Fast forward a few months later,
and it turns out he was doing some inappropriate things
to photos and videos of me while he was on
active duty. This and a few other things he had
kept hidden on duty led him to losing his license
and leaving. During the process of his termination, his sergeant

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had suggested I get a protective order against him, as
he had made threatening statements previously towards me, such as,
you'd better be telling the truth. I'll find out on
Tuesday if you're lying to me, et cetera. I had
begun to fill out the paperwork and was told I
had a temporary protective order on him in the meantime,
but I don't think I ever did. About two weeks

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after his termination, he called me to catch up. The
entire call was like an old friend to another old friend.
What am I doing for work? Do I have a
boyfriend now? But progressively things turned more personal. But in
my shift end, what do you actually drive? I mean,
being eighteen in naive, I treated him like I always had,

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answering his questions. I had contacted his old department afterwards,
as his sergeant had told me to let him know
if I was ever contacted again, but they turned me
away pretty quickly and didn't want anything to do with it.
With that, I blocked Jake. Roughly a month later, I
got a call from a new number and it was Jake.

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Once again, he wanted to meet up and catch up,
but this time he was so casual, going on about
telling me about this new house he's wanting to buy
in my neighborhood, knowing it's my neighborhood. I had never
told him where I lived in town, let alone what
specific neighborhood. During that call, he progressively he got more
aggressive as well, making statements such as if I knew

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I was going to get canned, I should have just
had my way with you. He half heartedly joked about
getting a hotel room just from me, and that was that.
A few days later, he facetimed me and once again
came off as simply wanting to catch up as he
was sick. Midway through our seemingly normal conversation, he made
it apparent he'd been touching himself the entire time. Keep

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in mind, nothing suggestive was mentioned, and our conversation at
that point was about his new dog. He's blocked once again,
but has tried to follow my social media, and now
I've started to see him in my area. The last
I knew he lived nearly thirty to forty five minutes
in the opposite direction for me. Am I reading into
this or should I generally consider this stalking? The mid

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nineteen Rbek's Adventure by STANDARDL. Falfa two OHO seven. This
story happened a while back. I was fifteen or sixteen
at the time and was a member of a youth group.
I won't say the real terms for privacy sake. Normally
we just gathered Saturday afternoon and had some fun with
games organized by older people who were in charge. But

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this time we could stay the whole weekend, so Saturday
morning till Sunday afternoon. I was the oldest in the group,
with three others, two of which were a year younger
than me and my friend. We had a great Saturday,
playing different games with the younger children, et cetera. But
when night came we could stay up longer, so we

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sat around the campfire with our leaders and just chilled
a bit. It was getting late and the two younger
ones went to sleep. They watched YouTube all night. Me
and my friend, who are about the same age, were
talking and he suddenly hinted that we could basically do
anything we wanted. Most of the leaders were asleep or
just thought we wouldn't do it anything stupid. He began

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talking about this abandoned vacation home for schools from a
big city. I'm a fervent urbexer, so this peaud my interest.
We were located next to the sea, so it was
common for bigger, more inland cities to make places of
residence for their schools to come and enjoy the sea.
But this one was abandoned for some reason. And that's

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how we went to take a walk at around eleven thirty.
For about an hour and a half, we had to
travel through some forest paths, and that's how we ended
up on a big road and a pretty nice neighborhood.
At the end of this road was located a pretty
big building. It was kind of sinister. The city lights
made it look yellowish and all the windows were broken.

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I saw that pretty much all entries were boarded up
and asked my friend how we could even get in,
and that's when he told me there was a way
through some dunes that connected some roads. I asked him
how he knew all this, and he said he'd spend
a lot of time there having fun. He also knew
there was a squatter there, but basically everyone in the
region knew him and even talked to the guy sometimes.

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We hopped a gate and entered the complex through some
broken doors. It was already midnight by then, so we
had to use our phone flashlights to see. The floor
was full of rubble and broken glass, and it smelled moldy.
Each room was dark and humid. I could only see
about five meters in front of me, and that was
already pretty scared, but I just manned up and followed

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my friend. We went up to the third floor via
the first stairwell, because this is where my friend and
his friends hung out. You could see that his friends
did hang out there. Sometimes there was less rubble, it
smelled like fireworks, and there was some trash like cans
and ships on the ground. We had some fun adventuring
around and it was a great time. But then all

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of a sudden I was completely alone. I stood still
and heard a banging noise from a room a bit firm.
I went to check a bit hesitant and pretty scared.
That's when I saw my friend come out of a
room holding a sink he just kicked out of a counter.
I was relieved, but a bit confused why he had
a damn sink in his hand. He looked at me

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and smiled and told me to follow him, so I did.
He led me to a room with broken windows. I
mean almost all the windows were broken in this building,
so I wasn't alarmed. But suddenly my friend had the
great idea to throw the sink through a hole in
the glass. I watched as it fell three floors and
broke on impact. I looked at him, and he had

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a big smile, and so did I in my innocent
teen mind, I thought to myself, that's the coolest thing
I ever saw. We laughed loudly, a bit too loudly.
Not even a minute later, my friend told me to
turn off my flashlight after hearing some noise which plunged
us into total darkness. That's when he heard it, a

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scream so satanic it could hardly be discerned as human.
Yet it was our big exciting stunt had woken up
the squatter that lived there and he wasn't happy about it.
We heard him banging and breaking things, and me and
my friend went straight to the second stairwell because he
knew he would be at the first. Luckily, most of

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the building was dimly lit by street lights. But my
heart was beating senseless and I had to keep my
breathing under control. After years of playing scary hide and
sea games in the forest nearby with my friends at night,
and other things I did with friends, I had mastered this.
I was scared shitless, but my thoughts were clear. I mean,
we had to get out of there. We slowly descended

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each stair checking every door until we ended up at
the first floor. But we couldn't go any further. A
bed placed up against the stairwell blocked us, so we
had to go back up to the second floor. And
that's also when I noticed the silence, the dreadful silence.
All the banging and screaming had stopped as suddenly as

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it started. The squatter was stalking us, making no noise,
like a predator stalking its prey, making it more nervous
and panicky each second that passed. I mean, we silently
made our way to the first stairwell and stopped for
a while, standing almost perfectly like statues. The squatter knew

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we had to get out of there through that exit.
I mean, it was the only exit there was. I
looked up to my friend and he asked me if
I was ready to run. I nodded, and we counted
to three, big breath, one, two, three go. We both
rushed through the stairwell, jumping multiple stairs at once. Our

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hearts were pounding every step, meticulously calculated to not fall
or step on any broken glass or finally exhaling and
inhaling as hard as we could. Were on the first floor,
right through the double door. There it was the exit.
My legs were out, putting more force than ever before

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the final sprint, and I looked back. My friend was
still there. We jumped through the broken door and leaped
over the fence in a last sprint to the road,
and it was over. My heart was pounding, my eyes wide,
and my body was stiff. I was standing there in
front of my friend with the biggest smile ever, and
that's when I became addicted to adrenaline. I mean, nothing

(01:10:37):
could satisfy me more than that feeling. We walked back
to the campsite, and no one asked us anything. Since then,
I've told this story countless times to others and went
back to the home too. I may have been a
bit too scared or paranoid at the moment, but it
was a great moment and a story that I could
share with others. I was really innocent and naive at

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the time. I know lot of people wouldn't even even
dare to try to step foot in that building, but
I did it and made a friendship and a story
I'll never forget. Why not be scared everybody else, But
I was scared shitless at that time, and that's true.

(01:11:21):
Knives by Leika twenty nine. The house I was renting
was a murder house. Nothing to do with the story,
but yes, I rented a murder house for a while.
The people in the story are myself, LIKEA and my
best friend Joe. I've been living in the murder house
around four months with no issues, apart from me and

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Joe constantly pranking each other. Me and Joe were still
working as stationed supervisors on the London Underground. Anyway, we
were great friends. We both one hundred percent mutually friend
zoned each other from the start, and we both shared
a love of pranks. Sure they got out a little
out of handsome times, but it kept both of us
on our toes. At twenty six, Joe was almost seven

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years older than me, and the only issue I had
was that he would take my stuff sometimes. For instance,
if I bought a pizza and put it in the
fridge for when I got home from work, I'd come home,
open the fridge and see a note saying, like a
I took the pizza, here's twenty pounds by another one,
and there would be a twenty pound paper clip to
the note he'd written in the fridge. He did it

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with everything, mostly when he'd had a few beers. He
once drank a quarter bottle of brandy I'd been saving,
and I was so mad I punched him right in
the arm as hard as I could. Joe just laughed,
and he had the kind of laugh that made me
laugh too, But both of us never really took anything
seriously for more than a minute. Anyway. The next time
I bought brandy, I put the bottle in the drawer

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under my bed so he couldn't get it. I'd gone
to bed and was sleeping when suddenly I was woken
up on my bed moving. Joe was in my room
a little drunk, and he was carefully, well as carefully
as a clumsy drunk could be, opening the drawer to
get at my brandy. He saw me open my eyes
and started laughing. Sh just sleep, he mumbled, I'm just

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here for the brandy. Somehow I managed to restrain myself
from breaking the bottle over his big drunk head. I
hand him the bottle with a tired narchy, just fucking
take it and fuck off, and he took it from
me and stumbled out of my room. The next night,
I shut and locked my bedroom door while I slept.
I told him to never come in my room and

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wake me again like that. A couple of nights later,
I was woken up by the sound of someone jiggling
my door handle. Screwed Joe. I thought the door was
locked so he couldn't get in. I ignored him for
a while, hoping he would give up, but the door
handle kept squeaking and moving. I very quietly crept out

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of my bed and put my hand on the lock.
I was planning on carefully unsticky, then wrenching the door
open and throwing myself at an unsuspecting Joe screaming like
a bansheet. It would be so funny. I silently stifled
a giggle, and I remained deadly silent. It wouldn't work
if you heard me, U lock and open the door.

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I had one hand on the little lock, ready to
twist it, and the other on the handle. I counted
in my head three, two, one, and right then I
had a little thought that I was tired and didn't
want to prank Joe. After all, I'd go back to
bed and pretend to be asleep, and eventually he would
stop fiddling with my door handle. So that's what I did.

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I got back in my warm bed and went off
to sleep. I was woken by Joe some hours Laterlika,
He shouted, knocking on my door. Come out of your
room really carefully, and don't freak out. Don't touch anything.
I've already called the police. He sounded different to how

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he usually sounded. I carefully unlocked my door and slowly
opened it. I looked outside of my room and noticed
that every knife we had in the house was on
the floor outside my room, arranged in a semicircle facing
my door. We both liked to cook and had two
sets of deadly sharp chef's knives and a set of

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steak knives. So yeah, we had a lot of knives,
and right now, and right now, they were all in
the landing carpet, pointing directly at my bedroom door. I
asked you if he had heard anything, or if it
was him trying to get in my room. Round one
a m. He looked at me, wide eyed and told

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me he hadn't even been home all night. His shift
had finished at eleven p m. And the night foreman
hadn't shown up for his shift, so Joe had volunteered
to stay and do a double. He'd finished. Around six
a m. Arrived home to find a downstairs window had
been forced open and lots of things moved around. The
police arrived and weren't even that bothered because no one

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was hurt and nothing had been taken, and nothing apart
from the lock on the window was damaged. But tons
of things around the house were moved around, and the
way they were moved was like in weird shapes and patterns.
I shudder when I think what could or would have
happened if I would have wrenched that door open, thinking
it was Joe drive to non existent place by creaky Tits.

(01:16:37):
This week has been hectic. My three kids have the flu.
Oldest was first, then my younger two caught it. After
a visit to the clinic. I was heading to the
CBS down the street from our house for their prescriptions.
I decided last minute to drop my kids off at
home with their dad so they could rest and I
could go inside the store to pick up some pedia LTE.

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I consider our neighborhood to be safe. I've taken walks
after dark and never felt afraid. Most of our neighbors
are older folks who have lived there over a decade.
When I pulled up to the CVS, I parked on
the side parallel to our street. It's darker on that side,
but the entrance is right around the corner and well lit.

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There was a man standing outside and he walked in
front of my car. I could hear him talking, but
my music was kind of loud. I figured he was
on his phone or something. No real red flags yet.
My husband called me as the man walked back towards
the corner adjacent to the entrance. I got out of
my car, still on the phone, telling my husband. Yeah,

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the giddos have the flu. I'm picking up medicine at
the CVS, et cetera. In a very pleasant voice, the
man said to me, Hey, I got a question for you.
You know where Main Street is, I, assuming he was
asking for directions of the location of something, told him
I did. I was still holding my phone to my ear.
It's in a bright pink case, so I'm sure he

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could see it. By now. The man was standing directly
in front of me. There was a pillar and a
trash can behind him, and around the corner was a
propane cage and a red box against the store's wall.
Getting past him would put me in his arm's reach. Next,
he asked me for a ride to where he asked

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me about to a homeless shelter. It was very cold
outside and he didn't want to freeze. I empathized with him,
but said that I couldn't. I offered to buy him
gloves or a blanket, and to ask if an employee
in the store could assist him in finding a ride.
I mean, sweet, baby, Jesus. This guy's face instantly changed

(01:18:43):
a pure rage, then right back to pleasant. Well, you
know what happens to homeless people. Stuck outside. You're gonna
help me. It's right down the street. I was standing there,
unsure what to do. My husband was on the phone
asking what was going on, and I gently told the

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man that I didn't feel comfortable doing that and that
I had the flu. Didn't really and my husband was
on the phone with me, well, I don't care about
the flu. Now he was getting more angry and not
moving from my root into the store. I didn't want
to turn back on him to go back to my car,
which was several feet away in the dark. While the

(01:19:27):
guy was glaring at me, I decided to quickly walk
past him. I had my mask from the clinic in
my jacket pocket, so I pulled that out and held
it in front of me while I moved towards the
trash can. He looked disgusted, but just kept telling me
that I needed to give him a ride. It's right
down the street, he kept insisting. But I know where

(01:19:48):
that street is and it's not as close as he says.
He tried to guilt me, and his words felt threatening,
but he didn't actually threaten me verbally. Once I was
around the corner, I rushed into the store, straight to
the pharmacy. My husband said he was calling the police.
He heard the way the man was talking to me
and said to just stay in the store. My knees

(01:20:11):
were shaking, and I'm not usually the type to be
so afraid when confronted. When I got to the pharmacy,
I interrupted the pharmacist and a customer, apologizing and then
told them what happened. The pharmacist sent the store manager
on this tall guy with a long beard and looked
like he didn't take any crap from anyone. The police
had already arrived. The man was told to leave, which

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she did momentarily, but then he came back inside the
store and started yelling obscenities and something about me. Now,
the manager told him to get the fuck out. He
was trespassing on the property. The cop came back to
talk to me and told me that she'd arrested him
many times. He's loud and likes to yell at people,
but he isn't violent. The pharmacist had me hiding behind

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the screen where they give vaccines, and the half door
to the pharmacy cracked open in case I needed to
get out of there. The cops had also told me
this guy's first and last name, as did the store manager.
Is that normal? My prescriptions were finally filled and I
left the store and the police parked next to my
car to keep an eye on me. Oh, and the
man refused to ride from the cop to get to

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the shelter. Later, I looked him up. His name is unique,
so he was pretty easy to find online. Surprise, surprise,
he has a long record spanning three states in several counties,
tons of public intoxication charges, DWI, urinating in public, assault

(01:21:40):
and battery, and a decent exposure. I also looked up
the homeless shelter and yeah, as I thought, there isn't
one where he wanted me to take him, But that
area he did is super sketchy. Earlier today, I went
to the corner store across from the CBS and told
my friend, the overnight shift employee, what had happened. She

(01:22:03):
said she kicks him out of the store all the
time and calls the police every time because he yells
and threads at customers, because he yells and threatens customers,
but he always takes off before the police arrive. I
know I could have handled things better. I was blindsided
by his instant shift from pleasant to rage. Filled A

(01:22:23):
big thank you to the pharmacy team who kept me
safe and the store manager for confronting that creep. They
didn't have to do all of that, and I'm thankful
my husband recognized that I was in an unsafe situation
over the phone and called the police. The thing that
bothers me is that man is still out there somewhere
in my area. I'll never hitchhike again. Submitted by Donna P.

(01:22:55):
I'll start by saying that I had less than a
normal or good childhood, having grown up in foster care,
so I don't really trust people strange that I did
in this case. I'm not bashing off foster parents, but
my experience was shitty to say the least. The courts
took me away from my mom, and I've never really
known my dad, who I did find out passed away

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when I was three. My mother, now also dead, was
a drug addict, but the long history of criminal activity,
who had me as a result of a one night
fling with my dad. He was a soldier in the
military at the time, who picked my mom up at
a bar one night when he was on R and R.
Not long after I was born. My mother got into
more legal trouble and was sensed to prison for a

(01:23:37):
fourteen year stint. I mean no poor me stuff here.
I turned out okay, despite the uphill battle and a
really bad set of parents who wanted to adopt me
but legally couldn't for reasons I don't want to get into.
By the time I was eighteen, I was sick of
the abuse of my foster mom. She was a raging
alcoholic who beat the shit out of me and her

(01:23:57):
own two kids, and my foster dad was so terrified
of her that he eventually broke down and took his
kids away from her after I left. Why it took
him so long to do that, I don't know. I
like to think that I inspired him. That's a whole
other story. I still talk to all three of them
from time to time, and they're living better lives too. Anyway,

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I ran away from home and was either living on
the streets of Chicago or crashing at friend's places in
any other spot I could find. I worked a lot
of fast food jobs, constantly saving money to move out
to the West Coast. A childhood friend had moved out
there with her family, and she kept inviting me but
I was determined to work my way there and not
freeload off of her and her family. I often regret

(01:24:42):
not just taking her on her offer immediately. This incident
happened to me after I did save enough money to
grab a Greyhound out to San Diego and have a
little bit of bank as well. My friend invited me
to live with her and I'll call her June. She
had a little place outside the city and helped me
get a job in an office as a data entry person.

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I was starting to get some money stocked away living
and working there, and we had a lot of fun
as two twenty year olds on their own, and her
family was really cool too. They also knew I was
on my own and basically treated me like they treated
their daughter and involved me in all the family affairs.
One night, I got off of work really late and
texted June that I was stopping at a local place

(01:25:24):
to get something to eat and that i'd meet her
back home. She didn't respond, and I later found out
she was with her boyfriend and had left her selling
a purse that she hadn't taken with her. Normally, she
would have just come picked me up for the four
mile ride back to the place we were staying. But
when she didn't respond initially, I figured she was just
busy and didn't want to bother her. I got some

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Mexican and ate before starting the walk home. Yeah, sheep,
asked me, wouldn't even get an uber? I wanted to
save every penny I was making. I was planning on
attending college too, was making sure to do it right
and not get into mass of debt with loans. So
I began my walk just listening to my headphones, and
it started to drizzle. It was wintertime, and though it

(01:26:09):
doesn't get super cold out here too often, it really
wasn't dressed for the long walk. At a corner, waiting
for a light, a pickup truck stopped at the light
and a guy called out the window, Hey, do you
need a lift? I know better, and should have known
better then, but I didn't want to be out in
the wet stuff anymore. And I looked at the guy.

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He was in his early thirties, clean cut and clean shaven,
and I decided to take a chance. We weren't in
the hood, or conversely, the middle of nowhere, so what
could possibly be the harm? I said sure and got
in and he rolled up the window. He told me
his name was Jim and that he remembered many times
walking in the rain and how much it sucked. He

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seemed nice enough and asked me where he could take me,
and I was wise enough to just give him an
intersection a couple of blocks from our place. Amazing, I
was smart enough to not give it my own address.
We drove along for a little bit, talking about the weather,
and when we were at a spot of road with
no buildings or anything around, it slammed on the brakes.

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For a split second, I thought we were going to
get into an accident, but then I remembered I didn't
have my seatbelt on, and my head slammed into the
front windshield and the last thing I remember was a
loud crack, and that was it. I didn't know at
the time, but I came to about a half an
hour later, and I knew something was wrong. I was

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laying kind of in a fetal position, and it smelled
like a wet dog where I was in the dark.
I knew I was still in a vehicle, as I
could feel the motion of movement and the sounds of
traffic were right outside. I tried to sit up, but
my head hurt like all hell, and my head bumped
into something metal. My eyes adjusted, and my heart jumped

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into my throat. I was in the back of the
pickup truck I had just been up front in and
I was in a large dog crate. I immediately panicked
and screamed. I spun around on my haunches and noticed
that my knees hurt they were digging into the metal
grating of the dog cage, and I also noticed my

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tights were around my ankles. My panties were still on,
and for a horrified second, I thought I'd been raped,
but I realized that that wasn't the case. Gee, that's great,
only locked in an animal cage in the back of
a truck. I saw a padlock on the cage. In
a brief second, light came in through the truck bed window.

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I screamed again and again and realized I was in very,
very deep trouble. The truck kept going despite my screaming
for help in what was happening. But after about ten minutes,
the truck started to slow down and was making a
lot of turns, tossing me back and forth. I'd had
enough mind to pull my pants back up, and then

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saw my backpack just outside the cage. I checked my
pockets for my phone, finally coming to my senses, but
it wasn't on me. The truck finally stopped and everything
was quiet. I heard someone get out of the front
of the truck and walk around to the back. The
hatch opened and I screamed again for help, but only

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saw the silhouette of this gym guy standing there. He
didn't say anything for a minute and then reached over
to the lock on the cage. I screamed again, and
he just said, shut the fuck up and you'll get
out of this alive. I cowered in the back of
the cage, scared shitless and thinking this is it. I'm dead.
I'm dead. I'm dead. The guy unclicked the cage, opened

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the door and grabbed one of my ankles and pulled
me towards him. I panicked and grabbed for anything to
hold on to, but he tugged super hard and I
slid out with my butt on the hatch. He grabbed
both of my arms and said shut the fuck up,
and he stood me up and pushed me to the side.
I stood there, shaking and praying for my life, and

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he stood there looking at me. He looked right into
my eyes and said, you're a lucky day. You're not blonde.
I should point out that I have dyed dark red hair,
but you can't see some of my roots. I put
my hand to my hair, and he just smiled and said,
don't worry. I checked, and he pointed at my crotch.

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This sick fuck had pulled my pants down to see
what color hair I really had. Without another word, he
handed me back my backpack and shut the hatch on
his truck. Come to one hundred before you go for
your phone, was Ali said. Then he got back into
his truck and drove away fast. I was standing in

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the drizzling in the dark on a small road, shaking
and terrified. After a few minutes, I went through my
backpack and got my phone. There were a bunch of
texts from June, and I blew them all off as
I called her, bawling my eyes out and screaming. She
got me to calm down and ask me where I was.
But I didn't know, and didn't even think to look
on my Google maps to see if my phone would

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tell me it did. I was in the middle of
a park about ten miles outside of town. June told
me to find a place to hide and that she
and her boyfriend were coming to get me. The little
park road showed up on my phone map, and I
started running towards what I figured was the entrance to
the park. June stayed on the phone with me the

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entire time until I got to the entrance, and a
little while later she pulled up with her boyfriend. I
jumped into their car and could not stop crying and screaming,
but June finally got me to calm down a little
and we called the police. They came out after about
a half hour, and I gave them a full report
of everything that had happened. What this guy Jim looked like,

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what does truck look like, where he picked me up,
what time it was, all of that. I mentioned that
he said the only reason I was alive was because
I wasn't blonde, my only saving grace. They suggested I
go to the hospital to get checked out, and I
did with them, and other than a massive bump on
my head in my state of shock, I was physically okay.

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After a few hours, they let me go and June
and her boyfriend took me home. All I wanted was
a stiff drink and to curl into a ball and cry.
I mean, at the end of the day, nothing happened,
But how the hell were the police going to find
a guy in a city this large? And I only
blamed myself for my stupidity in making a very very

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bad decision. For months, I refused to go to work
or come home by myself. And it's only been recently
that I've gotten my own vehicle. Even still, I am
freaked out to be a lie a lot, and I
avoid that intersection. Jim picked me up like the plague.
Be careful out there, everyone. I will never hitchhike again,

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and I don't recommend anyone else do it either. The
Woodline by Rich Knilope. I have a granddad that was
a soldier in the Soviet Union. He was stationed at

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a checkpoint near an air base somewhere near Serbia. The
checkpoint was surrounded by woods and there was only one
road that went to the checkpoint and to the air base.
Sometimes when he rode down the road to the checkpoint,
he would find dead animals, like at least three to four,
sometimes five or six, But one day when he was
riding down the road with a car with three other guys,

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he saw a bloody deer or moose. He pressed the
brake pedal so hard that one of the guys in
the back flew into the front. My granddad told me
that the moose looked like it was scared, as it
was breathing really fast, like it had been running for
a long time. My granddad said he and one other
guy got out of the car and tried to scare
it away, but when they got closer, they saw it

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had what looked like deep claw marks on it, marks
that cut to the bone. As they tried to scare
it away, they heard what sounded like something running in
the woods. The woods went from sound to no sound,
and the only thing my granddad heard was the breathing
of the moose and these branches breaking in the woods.

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There was a good thirty to forty meters between the two,
so the two of them were standing out there without moving,
just scanning the woodline. Then one of the other guys
in the car came out and asked why they were
both just standing still. That's when the third guy heard
something running in the woods too. The third guy wasn't
frozen in one spot, and he whipped out his flashlight

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and was scanning the woods with it. My granddad stayed
quiet with his eyes wide open, until he started to
talk again. He said, that's when the third guy's flashlight
went across a small opening in the woods and they
saw a huge figure standing there, tall in the dark.
A few seconds later, this thing just bolted to the

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left and into the woods. When it bolted, my granddad
and the second guy ran to the car and grabbed
their rifles and then ran up next to the third guy,
who was still scanning the woodline. Then they all heard
this terrible screeching to the left side on the road.
The fourth guy came out of the car screaming, what
the fuck is that? What the fuck is on the road? Well,

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he was still screaming. The other two guys and my
granddad turned their eyes to the road and saw a tall,
grayish blackish figure standing there. The car still had its
headlights pointed on the road, but the only thing that
they clearly saw was the eaten legs of this figure.
They couldn't see the top of it because it was
too dark to see it up there. The screaming guy

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took out his handgun and shot three to five rounds
at the tall figure. Then it screeched again and ran
off to the other side of the road towards the woods.
My granddad said, everyone got back in the car quickly.
He put it in drive and sped off to the
checkpoint that was some twenty or thirty kilometers away. He
said that whatever it was was the only thing that

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made him scared for his life. He and the other
three guys agreed to never speak of it to anyone
else in the army room. One thirteen by Can't Unsee
It seventy four. We were watching the news one night

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and they were showing that Twin Falls all lit up
with changing lights in Twin Falls, Idaho, and my wife
and I decided to go. It's about two hours away
from us, so my wife booked a room at a
dog friendly motel and we waited for our day to go. Me,
the wifey, and my one year old pup hit the
road and it was a great drive all the way

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there and we were jacked to be going to the falls.
We rolled into Twin Falls located our motel, got to
our room and unloaded our stuff. The room was really
nice and looked brand new. We went outside and walked
around the building. Other dogs were also going in and out,
and we heard yelling at a Mexican restaurant next door.

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It was really hopping and the people were taking presents
into the front door area. My wife said she wanted
to Margarita, and she headed into the restaurant's front door.
Myself and the pup went to the front of the
building to a grassy area and the main drag with
traffic zipping by. We killed just enough time, too that
it was almost dart and then we asked directions to

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the falls at the front desk, which happened to be
near by. We got to the falls area and it
was so busy we had to pull over and were
told that we could drive down to the falls, but
only when they told us to. It was a tight
and winding road down to the parking area. The falls
were very cool where we were standing. We were at
the very top area of the falls and the water

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was crashing away below us. It was well worth the
drive to finally see the falls, and when we felt
we had wandered around enough, we headed back to our
motel room. We were laying in bed now puppy in
the middle, just below the pillows, and we were playing
with our little guy and my wife. He said she
had to go to the front desk and ask about
our bill. We had ordered two rooms somehow. Anyway, she

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left the room and I was on the left side
of the bed and really close to the edge with
the puppy in the middle. I was messing with him,
giggling and just enjoying his playful grunts and bites. When
all of a sudden, the mattress was lifted right up
behind me, maybe four times, like waves hitting a boat sideways.
It was really noticeable. I was on my side with

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my elbow on the bed and my hand holding up
my head. I quickly looked behind me. There was nothing there.
I would say. This was around ten pm and the
lights were on. When my wife returned, I told her
that something had been rocking me and the mattress. I'm
right around two hundred and five pounds and this mattress
was a very tall one, not easily grabbed, let alone

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to be lifted. With me right next to the edge,
we got ready for bed, thankful for a great day
in this small town, and we hit the hay At
around three thirty am, my wolf woke me up by
moving around and said, something is moving the bed over here.
She sounded a little miffed, and despite it being weird,
we just fell back asleep. When I went for coffee

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in the morning, I told the front desk person what
had happened, and he said, that's never happened there as
far as he knew. When we went for breakfast, there
was a table full of uniformed motif and I asked
them if they had ever had any issues in room
one thirteen. Then a couple of them shook their heads no.
Back in the room, I lifted the mattress up and

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it was a small spring and metal band system, so
I took pictures of it, always debunking this was a
great bed system. The lower sides were painted steel and
I could see the floor past the metal webbing. It
was a seily mattress that looked new. Before writing this yesterday,
I called the motel and asked the lady that answered

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if the mattress shaker had bothered anyone else since we
had been there, and she said, I've worked here quite
a while and never heard of this happening. Before I
hung up and thought, well, I told your front desk
and a table full of workers, so somebody has heard
of this before. I've wondered if the bedspring system had

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something to do with it, but being a metal fabricator
most of my life, I really doubt it was just
that from our weight. This happened in March of t two.
Almost got abducted by snoopy Xyz. I'm a twenty nine

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year old male. I was out partying this Friday night
with four of my female friends, two of which I
had just met that evening. We were having drinks at
a club in Bratislava, Slovakia, Europe. The night was going great.
We were dancing and talking. All of us had fun.
At around two am, the girls grabbed a taxi and

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went home. I stayed a bit more in the club
to finish my drink. I danced on the stage for
about twenty minutes, and then I grabbed a taxi and
went home. When I arrived on the street where I lived,
my drunk ass realized that I had no keys and
I couldn't get home as I live alone. So I
called another taxi and went back to the club to

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look for my keys. First, I went to the bar
to ask if anybody had brought any lost keys to
them that night. Unfortunately, they didn't have my keys, so
I started to look around for them in the club,
in every place that I was that night. I turned
on the flashlight of my phone and been looking for
the keys and a massive people. About ten minutes went

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by and I hadn't found anything apart from broken glass
and cigarette butts. I went back to the place where
I was initially looking for them. That's the place where
we had been having our drinks with the other girls.
I started to look for my keys on the sitting
benches instead of on the ground. I had my keys
in the inside pocket of my jacket, as I always did,

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and my jacket was placed in the corner of that bench.
The whole night before I first left, people were sitting
on the benches and they'd had their jackets on the
benches too. I sat down near the corner where I
was sitting before, and beside me was a guy with
lines and some drugs on his phone freely giving them
to other people. He had put his jacket in the

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corner of the bench, and I wanted to look at
the corner of it to see if my keys had
been pushed over into it or something. So I grabbed
his jacket, and to my surprise, my keys were right
under his jacket in the middle of the bench. I
was so happy to find my keys, and I was
drunk and started pretty much yelling how happy I was
to find them. I was getting fucking desperate at that moment.

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There was a guy on the bench that we'd met
with the girls before in the club. I'll call him El.
He was really nice during the whole night, and so
I kept talking to El after I found my keys.
I even went to the bar and grabbed another beer
just to talk for a bit more. I went to
the toilet to have a pee, and when I came back,
Elle had found him an acquaintance to which he was talking.

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So I just started to finish my beer while I
smoked a cigarette and was getting ready to go home.
This is when the guy that had lines of drugs
or whatever on his phone started talking to me. I'll
call him Pedro, as it was definitely a fake name
that he gave me. I've been talking with him in English.
Pedro was nineteen years old and he was from Colombia.

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He told me stories about how life is in Colombia
and his family struggles. He told me that his father
had died recently and he was the oldest son, so
he was in Slovakia trying to make some money for
the family. Even showed me photos of him and his
family back in Colombia. I sympathized with Pedro and I
was feeling sorry for him. After about twenty minutes, Elle

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had scored with a girl that he'd met in He
said that they were going home. He asked Pedro if
he had any MDMA on him, and he sold him some.
So then Elle left with the girl. People around the
bench had seen that happening, and so they wanted some
drugs from Pedro, so he started to make lines on
his phone again. I told Pedro that I was heading

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home and I wished him the best of luck, grabbed
my jacket and started walking. This is when Pedro called
out to me and stopped me. Said that it was
late and he should go back to his hotel too.
He scratched the drugs from his phone onto the table,
took his belongings, and then told the people they could
finish whatever was left for free. Pedro and I walked

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out of the underground club. When we were outside, he
asked me if I could walk him to his hotel,
which was nearby, a five minute walk. He told me
in the club that he had no friends and no
family in Slovakia, and I really sympathized with him. I
told him that sure, I can walk him to the hotel.
We were talking the whole walk, and he was saying
really nice things to me, like how I got his

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attention and how good of a person I am. When
we arrived at the hotel, the door was closed and
he messaged to someone to come and open the door
for him. He asked if I wanted to have one
last beer with him, to which I said sure, but
then I'll be on my way once we finish it.
Some girl came and opened the door for us. They
spoke in Spanish as they greeted. The hotel itself didn't

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really look like a public hotel. There was reception and
stairs up and on the left was a dining room.
But Pedro told me to wait for him in the
dining room. This was at like five am already. I
went to the dining room and there was a girl
sitting with her laptop. I greeted her with Olah and
sat down. Pedro came down after maybe three or five

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minutes with two open cans of some beverage. There was
a parrot in a Jack Daniel's logo. The can was
a gold color. I think that's the moment that I
should have gotten suspicious and to not drink from an
open can. My naive and drunk ass overlooked that fact
and I had a drink from the can. I was
talking with Pedro about all the drug cartels in Columbia

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and how their politics are pretty fucked up. After about
ten minutes, I started to feel weird and I looked
at my phone. My hands and eyes were tingling. I
was quickly aware of what was happening, and I turned
down the location and mobile data on my phone and
put the phone in a different pocket than I did
that night. Pedro started to ask me how I was feeling,

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to which my adrenaline levels blew up. I started to
think that I was being abducted by some Colombian human
trafficking ring. My sight started to weirdly tingle, and the
lights were blinding me. My jaw was fucked up as
I was pushing my teeth together, and I've taken drugs
in the past, and this felt like a stimulant added associative,

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which was really weird for me to understand. I tried
to keep my voice calm and my mind present. I
told Pedro that I knew what was going on, and
I asked him why he gave me a stimulant if
he needs me unconscious. Pedro's hands started to shake and
he didn't answer me. The girl at the laptop looked

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right in my eyes the first time that she'd even
moved with her body. Pedro grabbed his phone and started
to write to somebody on WhatsApp. I told Pedro that
they did make a mistake in the dose and that
I was fine, having been unknowingly drugged. I think that
Pedro had drugged me back in the club while I
went to the toilet, which is why he quickly got up.

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When I was leaving everything I was saying, Pedro rewrote
to someone else, and he always waited for an incoming
message before saying anything to me. I started to talk
to the girl too, told her that I didn't give
a fuck about what they were doing there, but I
was walking out. At one point, I remember saying that
I got what Pedro was doing, but I didn't get

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what the girl's part in all of this was, to
which I was pointing my finger at her. Pedro got
a notification on his phone and he told me that
he was sorry and I could go home if I wanted.
If I didn't respond to him. Got my drugged ass up,
and as I was walking out of the dining room,
I stopped by the girl with her laptop, stared right

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into her eyes, and held up my right hand up
in a fist bump. She looked in my eyes, gave
me a fist bump, and did a weird grimace on
her face. I walked to the door at the reception
which were closed. I started to kick and punch the
doors while yelling open the fucking door. The receptionist did

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and I walked out. My heart was pumping, my whole
body was shaking. I was feeling both dizzy and awake.
I ran to a main street and I was calling
my mom to come and get me as fast as possible,
but I didn't know where I was. I was feeling
dissociated and I couldn't really apprehend to what had just happened.

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As I got to a main street where a bus
stop was I started to feel very paranoid. There was
a white Mercedes SUV that stopped right in the main
road near the bus stop that I stood on. They
turned off their car lights and were just standing there.
I told all of this to my mom and she
told me to look for a camera, so I stood
right under a camera which was at the bus stop

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to make sure that I was being seen. I was
feeling and talking weirdly, to which my mom told me
to keep talking to me to tell her what I
could see around me. I'd seen a few people that
walked to the main street. Everybody was on their phone
and occasionally looking at me. One guy came close to
the bus stop and I approached him while I still
had my mom on the phone. I asked him, what

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do you want from me? And he was home like,
I'm sorry, Do I know you, to which that I said,
I'm sorry. After about ten minutes of me being on
the phone with my mom, the white suv turned down
the engine and drove off. My mom came by car
soon after. I was walking to her car on the road,
but I couldn't walk properly. I felt paranoid. Tons of

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adrenaline going through my body. My heart was pumping so
fast I thought I was going to have some kind
of a seizure. I managed to get into my mom's car.
She was in her pajamas and very scared. I started
to tell her everything that happened, and I told her
to drive around our city instead of driving me home
in case they were following us. We were driving around

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for maybe an hour, talking about what had happened during
the night, how the inside of that building looked and everything.
My jaw was going so crazy that my mom could
hear it, and she was really scared for me. The
whole ride, I was feeling really weird, and at one
point I felt like my soul left my body. I
can't really describe it. I just didn't feel like myself,

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like I wasn't real. Lights were blinding me, and my
vision was blurred and tingling, like my eyes were going
up and down. The whole time. I didn't feel any
rushes of euphoria or anything, and I was thinking that
they gave me some mix of drugs. I arrived at
my home around half past seven. My mom stayed with me,

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comforting me. I tried to sleep, but I couldn't. We
were talking about going to the police and also if
I was in any kind of danger anymore. At around
eleven a m I fell asleep, and during that time,
my mom cleaned my apartment and my sister came to
visit me. I don't know what I would do without
my family. One of my girlfriends that was with me

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during that night came to visit me. As I talked
to her, I thought that I got some kind of
an episode like schizophrenia or something like. Why the hell
would I be a target of something like this. I'm
a chubby beardie guy who would want to abduct me.
I'm afraid of going to the police, as our police
department in politics are corrupt and they'd always work with

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any kind of mafia. As long as I can remember,
they would take my testimony, start to investigate, and then
they would be stopped by their officials. I still don't
fully believe that what happened to me was an experience
with a human trafficking ring. However, there are so many
red flags on it of what I can remember, like

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why would Pedro be scared after I called them out?
Why would he stop talking to me unless someone else
was sending him messages on his phone. Why would he
even start to message someone during our conversation, and why
the fuck would he drug me without knowing it? But ultimately,
why the fuck would he let me go? So Pedro

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and the weird girl from the hotel and possibly the
Columbian human trafficking ring, let's not fucking meet ever again.
Can't you see how much I love you? By a
girl veteran. When I first got out of the Army,

(01:53:36):
I was in a relationship with a guy in third
Ranger Battalion, Let's call him Jim. He and I had
an apartment together and I thought I loved him, so
instead of going back to my home in Nebraska, I
stayed in Columbus, Georgia. A relationship started out with him
being what I thought was protective over me. Even though
I was very attractive at the time, I had very

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low self esteem because of an assault I experienced while
I was living in the barracks and the bullying I
endured afterward. Things moved very quickly. In fact, we were
inseparable from the night we met. Anytime another man looked
at me, he would get very confrontational toward the guy.
I felt safe and protected by this. It made me

(01:54:19):
feel special. I thought Jim must really value me if
he would get so upset by a guy looking my
way at first. Soon, when we would be out at
the bar, he would get hammered every time and act
very nasty towards me if he thought I was looking
at another guy. This would cause bitter fights, and I
would always end up in a fetal position in bed, sobbing,

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but still I stayed the next day. He would always apologize,
making excuses about it being because he was so drunk,
but then he would proceed to explain to me why
what I had done was wrong. It wasn't long before
I found myself totally isolated from my friends and family
because he was so insecure. He made me take all
of my phone calls on speakerphone. My family begged me

(01:55:06):
to leave, but I was afraid I couldn't get by
on my own. Then one night we came home from
the bar in the usual fashion, him screaming in my
face and me sobbing. I told him I was going
to go get a room in a motel, and he
lost his freaking mind. He yanked the keys out of
the ignition and threw them into the woodline. He then

(01:55:29):
got out of my car and proceeded to kick in
the front quarter panel of my car. He was so
much force the hinges to the passenger door were bent.
I told the insurance company it was a hit and run,
or I never would have been able to get the
damage fixed. He screamed at me to get inside the apartment,
but I couldn't unlock the door without my keys, which

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he blamed me for. He then grabbed me and started
shoving me into the front door, first by my shoulders,
then with his hands around my throat, screaming, hitch, you
see how much I love you. I rasped back, No, no,
I can't. He let go and I fell to the
ground in a heap. That night, I had finally had enough.

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I was finally so angry that I didn't need to
feel afraid anymore. That morning, while he was sleeping it off,
I began to make plans. I started by telling him
he had to leave and move back into the barracks.
When he refused, I had to get his chain of
command involved to make him leave the apartment and go
back to live in the barracks, on someone's couch in

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the street, anywhere, just as long as it wasn't with me.
After that, he stalked me mercilessly. I filed for an
order of protection, but he bullied me into dropping it.
I knew I would never be free from him if
I stayed, so my parents sent me some money via
Western Union. This was in two thousand and two, and

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I rented a Penske truck and a trailer, got help
from my neighbor guy friends to load it up as
soon as the sun set, and I brought it from
where I had hidden it. My best chance was to
leave under the cover of darkness. I was really sick
that night too, I was running a fever of one
hundred and three, but I knew it had to be then.

(01:57:16):
It couldn't wait. I just told myself that I just
had to get out of the city limits. Then I
could pull over and sleep a little bit. I figured
I would just drive as much as I could and
then rest. When I couldn't push any harder. I put
my puppy in the cab of the truck with me,
towed my car behind the truck, and left. I don't

(01:57:36):
know how except through divine intervention, but somehow I managed
to drive NonStop from Fort Benning, Georgia, to my parents'
home in rural Nebraska. I stopped only for fuel, at
which time I would feed water and walk my little dog, Scruffy,
use the facilities, and get what food and drink I
could afford on my meager budget. I drove fourteen hours

(01:57:57):
and pulled into my parents driveway around am. I crashed
on their old couch and slept for nearly twenty four
hours straight. I still hope for nothing but pain and
suffering for Jim. He turned me on to pills, then coke,
then crack, all while he was on active duty. He
was a scumbag of a soldier and of a man.

(01:58:21):
He reached out to me on social media a couple
of years ago. I told him what a pile of
steaming shit he was, and I told him to rotten hell.
It felt amazing, even after all these years, to say
that to him and have him be the one stammering.
I'm actually glad he reached out to me and gave
me the opportunity to verbally rip him to shreds. I'm

(01:58:43):
not afraid of you anymore, Jim. Let's not ever meet again.
Three down by defined by faith. I've always been interested
in the paranormal. I believe in it, but I also

(01:59:04):
feel like the average person thinks every bump in the
night is paranormal, and I consider myself to be somewhat
skeptical and scientific Among the believers, true paranormal experiences are
far rarer than people will admit. One night, I was
uplated looking for things to do and ended up on
a random Craigslist ad for a volunteer paranormal investigator and

(01:59:25):
a local group. I emailed them, thinking I'd probably never
hear back, but ended up getting a response and eventually
they did a practice investigation with this relatively young group.
It was invited to be the science officer of the team.
Over the year I participated, we did a lot of investigations,
but anything my colleagues got excited for I could always

(01:59:48):
scientifically or logically explain as unlikely to be paranormal, despite
the others arguments and protests. In my town, there is
a park that was once a graveyard for the pioneers
in Key People when the town was young. In the
nineteen seventies, the city decided that they would relocate the
tombstones and turn the graveyard into a park as everyone

(02:00:10):
in that graveyard had been gone over one hundred years
and they were no longer visited. Apparently none of the
bodies were moved, and in a quiet corner of the
park there still does stand a beautiful row of gravestones.
For all of the reasons you can imagine, some of
them may even be true. The park has a lot
of lore about various hauntings. One night, we were doing

(02:00:34):
a fun practice investigation in this park. We had walkie talkies,
and the boys, young men around twenty five years old
at the time, decided to split off from the girls.
All of us were young women around the same age.
Us girls investigated the parking lot, which was supposedly where
various clergy had been buried, and the boys investigated in

(02:00:55):
a canyon at the back between the gravestones and the
busier street. We were asking questions into our recorder. We
were slightly startled by the walkie talkie going off and
the voice of the team leader excitedly telling us to
come to the canyon quick Without asking any questions. The
three of us women began to walk quickly to the

(02:01:15):
opposite side of the park toward the canyon. When we
were about two thirds of the way across the park,
I felt a punch in my gut that left me breathless.
At the exact same time, one of the other women
fell to the ground and the third also stopped doubled over.
I asked if the girl who fell on the ground

(02:01:35):
was okay, and she said she felt like something pushed her.
I shared that I felt like someone punched me in
the gut knocked the wind out of me, and the
third girl said she felt the same as me. The
other two girls felt like something was trying to keep
us from the boys, and we were scared to keep going,
but I wasn't having it. I wanted to make sure
the boys were okay. I convinced the girls to continue,

(02:02:00):
and when we got to the canyon, the boys were fine.
They were just getting some good voice recordings and wanted
us to share in the experience. We told them what
had happened, and the boy seemed uncharacteristically unconcerned. They said
it was probably Elmer, a name that showed up on
one of the gravestones and was purported to belong to
a man who wasn't very kind to women. We got

(02:02:23):
some really clear responses and a female sounding vocal tone
on the recordings from the canyon that night, and nothing
at all from the parking lot recordings. I could be
somewhat skeptical of the question and answer session recordings because
there was car noise, etc. From the busy nearby street
and the locals walking dogs and hanging out on the
play sets when they couldn't sleep at night, So there

(02:02:44):
was the added noise that could be construed as voices
if you really wanted to explain it away. But the
three and one takedown of Us Girls is still, to
this day, the only experience I can't explain away in
the entire year I was involved in that group Caught

(02:03:07):
in a loop by tainted pica. This happened last year
while my husband and his friend were working on my
car and pretty much changing my whole front end of
that car, which still does make sounds. I was inside
watching his puppy and my husky play and making sure
his pit puppy wasn't getting too rough. I heard the

(02:03:28):
old renter's dog in the backyard bark to let everyone
know someone was coming in, and he stopped. We live
on a dead end road, so there's just the one
way in and the one way out, and there's only
five houses on this street and it's all my husband's
family and his friend. I looked out the window and
saw my husband's niece drive on in, and I went

(02:03:49):
back to playing with the dogs. About thirty minutes later,
my husband asked me to bring the LED light for
them to use as it was getting dark. When I
took it out to them, he started asking me questions
about if I knew what his niece was doing or
if I had heard anything. I said no, why He
and his friend started explaining that after the first time

(02:04:12):
his niece came in, every five minutes, her car would
again come drive past, come back in, and drive past
us going to her house. I only heard her car
once and that other dog only barked once. But apparently
to my husband and his friend, my niece drove in
about nine times before My husband ended up calling his

(02:04:33):
mom and asking her how many people were up at
her house, And then it was like he broke the
loop and my niece stopped driving by. But the weird
part was his friend also saw it all happen. It
was as if they were stuck in a loop while
I was in the house and wasn't with them in
that loop. Strange things happen here, and I hate this street,

(02:04:55):
but that time was one of the weirdest things to happen,
as that kind of thing ever happened to anyone else where.
The loop lasted as long as it did. I'm confused,
as I was only twenty feet away from them, and
I wasn't in that loop they were stuck in. I
would have heard her car and Jake would have been barking,
thanks for your time, hey, gang. I thought I would

(02:05:24):
do something a little different, only because I have not
done a live campfire in forever. I'd really like to
get back to doing those, because those are blast when
everybody shows up and all the questions are asked while
I'm in the middle of telling stories and that sort
of thing, and I love the conversation that I see
with everybody else that's having that while I'm doing this

(02:05:45):
silly live campfire. So I'd like to get back into
doing those. We'll just see what Time has to offer
as far as that goes. But I do get questions
all the time on social media and lots of dms
and lots of emails as well, and I thought I
would grab a couple here and share them with you.
If you don't care for this, then I guess this

(02:06:06):
episode is over. For those of you who want to
hear questions and answers, stick around. Okay, this one comes
from CHRISTA. What are your favorite stories to read? That's
a good question. I do read the ball As a
matter of fact, I just did a podcast and we

(02:06:27):
talked a little bit about that that there's only one
story I've never shared that I won't and not because
it's too scary or anything like that. Just the nature
of the story is something I don't want to get
involved with. I'll just leave it at that. But anyway,
I do, I like them all. I don't have any preference.

(02:06:47):
I love the variety that I get. You know, early
on there was a lot more ghost stories and Ouija
board stories and stuff like that, which I'm always up
for reading. So if you've got one, hey send it
on in Uncle Josh True Scary Stories at gmail dot com.
And over time it just seems like more and more

(02:07:08):
people share like these. I don't want to discount the paranormal,
but like real life events, so you know, a lot
of the time that I spend narrating this stuff focuses
around on those. But I'd be hard pressed to say
which ones I, you know, like more than another. I
guess I can't say that I do love bigfoot stories.

(02:07:29):
I just and actually was talking about this on the podcast.
As soon as that comes out, I'll let everybody know.
It's called the Hometown Horrors podcast. By the way, check
it out on Spotify and anywhere else you get your podcasts.
But I was talking about how much I love the
idea of, you know, a large, airy, bipedal creature running
around in the woods. I wish there were more like

(02:07:51):
good bigfoot movies that are out there. There's a couple
of good ones, and I'll end with that. Willow Creek
is really good. That's the the Bobcat Goldwath movie. If
you haven't seen it, it's really cool. And I love
the older cheesy ones from the seventies, like a creature
from Black Lake. That's always a good one. Shout out

(02:08:11):
to my buddy Al. We have a completely different version
of that, totally tongue in cheek that maybe I'll share
with you guys, if you guys like you know bigfoot talk.
But anyway, yeah, I don't have any favorites. Just I
love when you send them in, please continue to do so. Okay,
this kind of goes along with that. This comes from
Bruce Almighty. I don't know if that's a buffalo connection

(02:08:33):
or what, but Bruce asks, how do you pick and
choose what to read what it's sent to you? Like
I said, I read them all. I don't pick and choose.
Some take a little bit more editing. And if I
know i want to get something out on a specific
day because I've got the time or whatever, I might
look or overlook rather certain stories that I know are

(02:08:56):
going to be a little bit more involved. Those are
usually the ones that folks I can totally tell they
were doing voice to text on their iPhone or whatever,
where it's all just one gigantic paragraph. So and I
might also put some in the que if I know
I'm going to do an all ghost episode and there's
a really good ghost story, I want to save it
for that. But other than that, man, I read whatever

(02:09:20):
you guys send on it, and yeah, I can't stress
it enough. Keep sending them. Well, this is a really
cool question. This comes from Tanya, who asks does reading
and listening to your stories stay with you or bother
you at all? Some of them don't sit well with me,
and I think about them a lot after I listen
to them. Oh wow, yeah, that's that is a solid question.

(02:09:42):
Not in particular, there are some stories that bother me.
I think a lot of the ones that I resonate
with are the ones with you know, from a parent's
perspective and kids, you know, I think that just has
everything to do with the fact of having a child,
you know, knowing that the horrors that are out there
around that sort of thing. So some of those kind

(02:10:04):
of sit with me and maybe, you know, remind me
to stay really paying, you know, as much attention as
I can when I'm in a public place with my
with my kid, and you know that there are one
once in a while something that's just really disturbing and really,
you know, from lack of a better term, fucked up.
I'd have to really sit down and think about which

(02:10:26):
ones those were. There was one that bothered me for
a while. It was it was a story from a
police officer from a LEO out in the Midwest, I think,
and it was about this family that had all these
kids and one of the kids tried raping his sister

(02:10:46):
and the cop getting caught up in that one kind
of sat with me for a while, and that was
a while ago, that was years ago, and you know,
I did not have a child at that time, but
that one still sits with me, and that I can
point out right away. And I think there was another
one kind of in the lines of first responders because
it happened close by, was a gentleman who snapped up

(02:11:10):
in Rochester, New York and set a building on fire
and started picking the firefighters off. I'd have to go
back and find that one. But that's another one that
sticks out at me, just because it's the sheer depravity
and fucking insanity of someone who would do that to
another human being, somebody who's going into a situation thinking
they're helping and there's some psychopath across the street shooting

(02:11:31):
at that One's that's pretty heavy. But you know, for
the most part, I read them and move on. I
do know that my bride will not listen to my podcast.
This is not her bag. She has listened to them
in the past, and a lot of them. She's just like,
I don't need to hear this shit. There's enough other
stuff going on, and this is just you know, beyond

(02:11:51):
anything that I want to spend my time listening to.
But thank you so much for sending that antonia.

Speaker 1 (02:11:55):
I appreciate it.

Speaker 3 (02:11:56):
Let's grab one more here out of the old system.
I will address this because this does come up a lot,
and I've mentioned it too before, so Julie has asked me,
why don't you upload more? I've been trying to build
a cadence where I'm uploading at least twice a week.
I know that I can hang on to stories and

(02:12:17):
do longer volumes, which every time I put out an
hour's worth or whatever. You know, people seem to go
bananas over that. But I don't mind doing a half
hour here, twenty minutes here, forty minutes there. If I'm
doing more uploading each week, If you guys would rather
hear a longer episode than a shorter one like the
one that I uploaded today, you know, let me know

(02:12:39):
in the comments, shoot me an email, you know, social
media stuff, you know, reach out to me and let
me know what your preference is. I try to do
it in smaller chunks because it kind of fits the
way that you know.

Speaker 1 (02:12:50):
My life is.

Speaker 3 (02:12:50):
I have a full time job. I'm a volunteer in
some organizations. I sit on you know, some boards and
you know in my area, you know, board of director
kind of thing. So you know, I do have a
lot of stuff going on in my free time, which
is when I do all these stories. But I like
to think I upload consistently, and why don't I upload more? Shit?

(02:13:13):
If I had more time, Julie, I would do it.
If I had you know, half the responsibilities that I have,
then I would be spending more time, you know, getting
stories up uploaded to you guys. It's you know, this
is this is what fits my schedule. This is what
fits and I hope you enjoy it. But again, if
you guys would rather hear you know, one longer volume
a week as opposed to you know, shorter ones, let

(02:13:36):
me know I can arrange for that awfully quick. But
if you like it that you know, I try to
upload twice sometimes three times a week, let me know
that too. All right, I am going to shut up,
but I appreciate it if you've stuck through these because
I wanted to get to these. I used to do
this a little bit more often, Q and as, and
I've got tons of questions from probably going back a
couple of years. I can't even remember the last time

(02:13:58):
I did a live camp. It probably is a year
and a half or two years. So we'll see if
we can arrange to do one of those. I will
let you know ahead of time so you can get
on board, and hey, let's have a little fun do
with virtual campfire and more questions and answers and more
true scary stories just in a live format. We'll see
what we can do.

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