Listener Supported True Scary Stories Volume 13

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Speaker 1 (00:02):
Hey, campfire crew, let's get it on.

Speaker 2 (00:19):
The gas station. Submitted by Bonnaroo Boy. This happened to
me in two thousand and five. I was in the
summer before my senior year of college and waiting to
start my summer job. I grew up and lived in Asheville,
North Carolina at the time, and my parents were going
away for a week to spend time with their friends

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in Myrtle Beach. My job didn't kick off for a
couple of weeks after I came home from college, so
I was kind of stoked to have the house to
myself for a week alone. Not that I don't like
my family, but at that age, with a little bit
of cash in my pocket an empty house, well you
get the idea. It was a nice way to transition
from school to summer. My parents left and made the

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five hour drive to see my dad's high school best
friend and some other folks. The first night, I just
kind of hung out and had some beers around the
house with some pals. When I got a phone call
the next morning, it was my dad. He asked me
a favor that was more of a favor to me
than for him, at least that's what I thought at
the time for some reason, I suppose maybe to just

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show off his ride. He asked me to drive his
brand new Corvette C six down to him. They had
taken my mom's Escalade, but now he wanted his baby.
Mind you, I had ridden this car once and drove
it only once under the unbelievably strict eye of my dad.
I love my dad, and he is an awesome guy,
always was, but when it came to his cars, he

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was very protective, treating them like they were my little brothers.
And not just that he has a really neat collection
of cars. This just happened to be his newest. So
when I talked to him, I said, yeah, sure, I
can do that, and over the phone he gave me
the directions that he wanted me to take and said
I could drive the Escalade back home, or I could
hang out with them for a bit too. I asked

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if I could bring my friend Tobin, and he actually
liked the idea of me having someone else for the drive.
Tobin was one of my oldest friends and a very
devout Christian. My parents thought he was an unbelievably great
influence on me for all things good, but even in
his devoutness. Tobyin did cut loose once in a while,
but that's neither here nor there. He still is one

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of my best friends to this day, and this trip
would solidify our friendship. All the arrangements were made, and
Tobin and I planned to stay a couple of days
with my parents and their friends. Just planned to hang
out on the beach and maybe scam on some girls,
typical early twenties stuff. My dad laid down the law
and said, in no particular terms, but in this particular term,

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no bullshit. He was dead silent after he said it,
and I said yes, sir, and he repeated himself, saying, Christopher,
no bullshit. He let it sink in again. Then he
laughed and said keep it under one hundred and twenty,
knowing full well that I was not going to go
anywhere near one hundred and twenty, despite the power of

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the vehicle that went well past one hundred and twenty.
As far as I know and what I've learned about
the car, it does top off around one hundred and
eighty four hundred plus horses or so will do that.
So Tobin got to my house, I made sure that
my phone was charged and with our light packing, we
set off. I called my dad and let him know

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I would also call him from the road if we
stopped for gas. I couldn't believe he was actually letting
me do this, and I'm not gonna lie. I was
really excited that feeling would change on what would become
one of the creepiest rides of my life. Feeling like
James Bond, I pulled out and began the journey. We
had tunes rocking and were psyched to be cruising down

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the road in this killer vehicle. The trip was going
smoothly and I was enjoying the feel of it on
the open road. There's just something about driving a Corvette
that's beyond comparison. I'm sure a lot of people listening
to this have a lot of really sweet rides as well,
but as a college kid, I was in heaven. Everything
was great, The sun was shining, the tunes were rocking,

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and we were making excellent time. We were about eighty
miles outside of Columbia, South Carolina, when we were down
to a little over a quarter tank of gas. I
wanted to make sure that the tank was always close
to full, so I made the decision to stop for gas.
I saw a sign for gas and made my way
off Route twenty six. We had to drive a little
bit to find the gas station, and when I say

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we were in the middle of nowhere, I mean we
were in the middle of nowhere. I would have preferred
to stop at a larger rest area, but for whatever reason,
just wanted to fill up the tank too. My first mistake.
I should have waited for a better place. So we
drove for about five or six miles off the highway
and came to a crossroads. Not gonna lie, it was

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pretty creepy. Despite the sunshine and a little breeze. This
little intersection had nothing on one corner, a rundown church
on one corner, this dumpy little gas station, and another
empty building that looked like an old post office or
something on the last corner. As I pulled into the
parking lot, I noticed there were no other vehicles there

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except for cars park that were obviously being attended to
by the mechanic of the gas station. It wasn't just
a gas station, it was also a vehicle repair shop.
The sun went behind some clouds and the breeze made
it feel very surreal. I shut the vehicle off after
pulling up to a pump, the only pump, mind you,
and it was dead silent except for the wind. There

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was no sound other than that wind. We got out
and I went over to start the pump, but it
was a very old fashioned pumped and that looked like
I would have to pay first. I went to the
door of the service station and didn't see anyone inside. Again,
it was so quiet. I tried the door and it
felt like it was locked, and I thought, oh great,

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this place is closed or hasn't been opened for forever.
But then the door gave a little and opened. I
stepped in and there was only the whirr of an
air conditioning unit. I looked around and saw a door
to the garage area, and it went over to it
to see if there was someone in there working on
a car that could start.

Speaker 1 (06:20):
The pump for me.

Speaker 2 (06:22):
This door was also pretty sticky, but it gave way
with a loud bump, and I stepped into the garage.
There was a radio playing faintly, but other than that,
it was also dead silent in here. I called out hello,
I'd like to get some gas if I could please.
I was trying to maintain a positive attitude. But there

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was something so off putting about this gas station and
this whole area for that matter. I don't know why,
but it made me feel uneasy. I got no answer,
so I walked farther into the garage. There was only
one car at the far end, and I looked down
at all the stuff soiling the concrete, oil, god knows what,

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but oh, my god, I think I saw blood. I
kneeled down and it was blood. There was a pool
of it and streaks of it heading towards another door
at the far end of the garage. I immediately thought
someone was hurt and called out, hey, Hey, are you okay?

Speaker 1 (07:21):
No answer.

Speaker 2 (07:23):
Then I heard a loud thud from beyond the door
at the far end of the garage. I walked over
to it and saw bloody handprints on the door, a
little on the glass above the door handle, and smears
of blood all over the handle. There were also some
bloody footprints in the mess on the floor. There was
no way I was touching the door, so I called
out again, is everything okay? Then my unease went to panic.

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Something was very wrong here, and I wondered if I
should just call nine to one one. I quickly turned
around and headed back the way I came and went
out the door back to Tobin in the car. I
told him what I had seen, and he said maybe
we should call the police. Then we heard another sound
and some soft yelling from around the corner of the garage.

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We both walked over to it, slowly, muttering something about
how this wasn't right and we probably should just leave,
but for whatever reason, we kept walking. We got to
the edge of the garage, and when we went around
the edge, we saw a man and a woman dragging
a man towards a fenced off area. The guy was
covered in blood, and they both had blood on their

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arms and clothes. This wasn't an accident. The guy they
were pulling looked dead. They were just dragging him along.
And if he wasn't dead, he was certainly knocked out.
And I don't know what else might have been wrong
with him, but he wasn't moving at all. And when
I say covered, I mean covered. His face was pointed

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upwards toward the sky and was bloody as all hell,
and so were his clothes. Tobin and I both stopped
and stood rooted shock. That's when the woman looked up
at us and gave us the creepiest grin I've ever
seen in my life, a grin with no teeth. She laughed,
and the guy who was helping to carry this body
also looked up and didn't say anything.

Speaker 1 (09:14):
For a minute.

Speaker 2 (09:15):
But then he dropped the arm of the guy they
were dragging and started giggling as he looked at us.
He took a step forward and I spun around so
quickly I punched Tobd in the side of his face.
When I brought my elbow around, I mean I was
like Piro wetting or something. I yelled at him, Let's
get the fuck out of here. We ran back to
the car and jumped in, not even bothering to put.

Speaker 1 (09:37):
Our seat belts on.

Speaker 2 (09:39):
I started it up, dropped it into reverse, and hit
the gas. When I cleared the pump, I popped it
into first and sent up a spray of dirt and
gravel and dust behind us. But before I made the
turn to get out of the parking lot, I saw
both the man and woman coming around the corner of
the garage. They stopped moving and just stood there staring

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at us. That was the last look I had of
them as I got back onto the road, screamed around
a corner onto the road that brought us into this
creepy ass part of the state, and floored it back
towards the highway. Thank god it was a straight shot
and very flat, because I did go over one hundred
and twenty miles an hour, despite promising my dad I wouldn't.

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I just wanted to get the hell away from that
place as fast as possible. Tobin and I didn't say
a word as we flew back towards Route twenty six.
When we finally got to the junction, I finally said,
what the hell was that? That was fucked up?

Speaker 1 (10:35):
Man?

Speaker 2 (10:36):
What do we do? Tobin was silent for a minute,
then he said, I don't think we should do anything.
I don't think we should get involved. To add insult
to injury, there was a gas station right across the
highway on the other side. Had I just made a
left instead of a right, we would have gotten gas

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at a proper gas station. But because I made the
wrong chore and turned the wrong way, we had just
seen something that I know is not an accident. For
whatever it is in my being, I know those two
had done something awful to that other guy. Here's the
part where people will probably criticize me in the comments
and tell me that we were both assholes for not
calling for help. But that's what we did. We didn't

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get involved, and maybe we should have. We went over
to the other gas station without saying another word to
each other. I got out, filled up the tank, and
got back on the road, determined not to stop until
we got to Myrtle Beach. I would fill up with
gas once we got there as well. I didn't care
if we were running on fumes when we got there.

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Once back on the road, we could not stop talking
about what we had seen, and I told Tobin over
and over about what I had seen in the garage.
We decided that we would find a phone in Myrtle
Beach and call the state police and tell them what
we had seen, but we weren't going to give them
any information about ourselves. Go ahead, call us chicken shits
or whatever, but that was the decision we made. We

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also decided not to tell anyone else what had happened.
Not my parents, not his parents, not our friends, no one.
When we got to the outskirts of Myrtle Beach, we
found another gas station with a working payphone, and I
made the call. I let them know what exit it was,
but I didn't know what the town was, and I said,
I think there's been a terrible accident. We stopped for gas,

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but only when we saw blood in the garage. Then
we got scared and ran. I didn't tell them about
the two other people or the way they were dragging
the man. I let them ask me a couple of questions,
but it said that's all I can tell you. You might
want to go and check things out. Then I hung
up before they asked for any of my identification. I
didn't even get gas at that gas station. I had

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parked across the street and walked over. I got back
to the car, drove to another gas station, filled up
the tank, and then we found our way to the
beach house my parents were staying at. We did our
best to play everything off nonchalantly. My dad, of course,
went over the car with a fine tooth comb to
make sure there had been no shenanigans on our part.

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He was pleased that everything was in great shape, slapped
me on the shoulder, gave Tobin a slap too, and
then got us some beers and that was the end
of it. We spent the next couple of days trying
to relax, but it was hard knowing that something crazy
happened out at that gas station. I never heard anything
about it, and never saw anything on the news or
anything like that, not like it would have made huge news,

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being that had happened in the middle of nowhere. Anyway,
to this day, Tobin and I never told anyone about
what we had experienced. This is the first time outside
of the two of us, that I have ever said anything.
When I look back, I shudder about seeing all that blood,
that body that I was convinced and still am convinced
was a dead man, and the faces on those two people,

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that toothless grin and that crazy, weird giggle the guy made.
Christopher is not my real name, neither is it Tobins.
In time, we let it go for the most part,
But since that fateful day, I have never gotten off
the highway on any road trip to get gas or
anything else unless it is a full rest stop or
a truck stop that's well lit and people are around.

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I don't think I will ever make the mistake of
driving to some backwoods gas station for fear that I
might see something that I don't ever want to see
again the creeps in the RV. Submitted by Johnette ninety two.
Ten years ago, I was living in Denver, Colorado, working

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as a nurse. I've since moved to Los Angeles, but
at the time I was twenty nine and making a
decent living in Denver. When this went down, I was
traveling home for a week vacation to Des Moines, Iowa.
It's about a nine hour drive or so, and rather
than spend half the day driving on a Saturday, I
had gotten out of work early on Friday was going

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to drive through the afternoon and evening to my parents' house.
I was super excited to see my family, as I
had not been home for over a year. My boyfriend
was on a work trip that was just ending and
here rearranged to change his flight from New York to
Des Moines to meet me there. It was going to
be an awesome week of relaxation and fun, and I
couldn't wait to get there. I was so excited I

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had packed my jeep Cherokee the night before. It actually
left my clinic in my scrubs just to get going.
After a few hours of driving, I decided to take
a break to get some water and snacks at a
rest stop just outside of Ogilaala, Nebraska. It was basically
just a spot to stop and rest, no big gas
station in restaurants or things like that. There were a

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couple of families there, one of which played an important
role in my story. It was a father and son
walking their dog close to where I was parked. After
I made a quick bathroom break, got a couple of
bottles of water and some chips, I walked back to
Cherokee to find an RV had parked one spot over
from me. I thought that was odd, as there were

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plenty of other places to park, but this person chose
to park right next to me. As I walked up
to my jeep, and before I could even get my
door open, the door to the RV opened up and
a woman stepped out and looked around. She then saw
me and said, oh, thank gosh, are you a nurse?
Obviously she got the idea due to me wearing my scrubs.

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I said, yes, I am. Is there anything I can
help you with? She said yes, there's something wrong with
my son and we can't figure out what it is.
I put my stuff on the roof of my Cherokee
and started asking basic questions like how old is your son?
What types of symptoms is he showing, basically trying to
get an idea of what was wrong with her kid

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right off the bat. She couldn't answer these simple questions.
She eventually got around to answering them, but it was
odd in the way that she did it, Like when
I asked how old her son was, she had hesitated
before saying three. She also kept looking over her shoulder
back at the door of the RV. When she finally
said that her son had broken out in hives and

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was having a hard time breathing. I asked a little
bit about allergies in that sort of thing, and if
they had an EpiPen or any kind of treatment for
things that they might be aware of. She looked at
me with a blank look and said she didn't even
know what an EpiPen was. At first, I thought the
woman was just a pinhead, but then she asked if
I could get on the RV and check out her son.

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I am always happy to help people out, but this
was kind of an odd situation and I immediately felt uncomfortable.
But at the same time, I also wanted to help
her if there was a child in danger. She kept
asking me to get on the RV and I asked
where her husband was, and she said she wasn't married,
but her boyfriend was with her child, who was laying down.

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All the while she answered that question, she was looking
over my shoulder into the parking lot. I remember sighing
for a second before the woman then grabbed my arm
and said please, you need to help me, and began
pulling me towards the open RV door. I immediately hesitated and
pulled my arm back, but she had a very good
grip on it and kept yanking me towards the RV.

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For whatever reason, maybe just out of shock, I didn't
yell or scream for help. I was more pissed off
that this woman was touching me and trying to pull
me into the vehicle. I then heard a voice from
inside the RV yelling, hurry up, hurry up, get her
in here. The woman continued to drag me towards the
open door when I put my foot up on the
side of the RV to stop her from getting me

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any further. That's when the man and his son, who
were walking the dog, came running over with their big
golden retriever to help me out. He helped me get
away from the woman, who immediately got into the RV
and shut the door. The guy was asking if I
was okay, and I said yes. As the RV started
up and slowly backed out. The guy told his son

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to take pictures of the license plate with his phone,
but it turns out they didn't have one on the
front of the RV, and by the time the kid
realized that the RV was pulling away, he didn't think
to take a picture of the back. I didn't hold
it against him. I mean, the kid was only about eight.
I calmed down and thanked the man for giving me
a hand and told him what had happened. He said

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he actually saw the RV pull up when he and
his son got out to take their dog for a walk,
and never saw the woman, but he did see three
men get out and look up and down the parking lot,
with one of them going towards the bathrooms. Then they
all went back to the RV. Before I came back
to my Cherokee, I got my stuff in my jeep
and called the police right away to tell them what

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happened and give them a description of the big r V.
I figured it wouldn't be that hard to find. I
gave them all my information and let them know I
was going to continue on my journey as I was
calm enough to do so. They never sent anyone out
to talk to me, which was fine, as I just
wanted to get the hell out of there and chalk
this up to just being a creepy experience, only stopping

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one more time for gas. I got to des Moines
later that evening and met my boyfriend at my parents' house.
My dad had picked him up as he had gotten
an earlier flight. I told him everything that happened at
the rest stop, and they were extremely happy that I
had gotten away from what obviously was going to turn
into a bad situation. Upon a follow up call from
the police, they told me that they never saw or

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had any reports of that RV on Interstate eighty. So
while nothing truly scary happened, I was shaken up a
little bit by the event. I mean, who knows what
would have happened had I been yanked into that RV.
I don't like to think about it. With all the
crazy stories I hear in the news and even worse
stories on channels like yours. I am just happy to

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say that there was a great citizen out there who
stepped in in time to save me from a possible
bad fate. I won't share his last name, but I
will say thank you, George. Thank you to you and
your son and your cute doggie. I don't know what
I would have done had you not helped me that
day in Nebraska. Liar for a Savior submitted by Amber

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in twenty seventeen, I was driving home from a sorority
reunion weekend. I knew the weather was going to be bad,
so I actually left early on Sunday morning to try
to beat the storm that was going to be coming
my way as I drove the three hours from my
college back to my home. I was twenty six at
the time and was living on my own in my apartment,
but I was also going to stop at my parents'

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house for the afternoon, as it was about a half
hour away from where I lived. My parents lived way
out in the boondocks, and I had resolved to live
in a bigger city as I was tired of the
country life. Plus that's where my job was. But honestly,
I was really tired of living in the country. What
happened to me only solidified that fact. The first part

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of the drive was fine, but I could see the
dark clouds on the horizon coming my way. It was
supposed to be just severe thunderstorms, and I knew that
if it got really bad, I could just pull off
the road and wait it out, something I'm sure many
of us have done. For whatever reason. I was listening
to music on my phone via my bluetooth, but I
hadn't charged the phone while I was driving. My mistake

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and one that would cost me. The first wave of
the storm did hit, and it was a doozy. There
was a ton of rain and some hail along with
all the thunder and lightning and torrential downpours that came
and went. It was a huge storm for sure. At
one point it did get bad enough for me to
pull over onto the side of the highway I was
driving on to wait things out. When the rain let up,

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I continued on my journey, hoping that the worst of
it had passed, But I was dead wrong on that front.
About a half hour from my parents' house, the hail
became huge. I mean golf ball sized stuff. There were
no overpasses to get under, and I was out in
the middle of farm country and nothing but fields. I
was going to continue to drive, but some of the

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hail began to hit my windshield and spider web did
very badly in three or four sections. That enough scared
the hell out of me. But as I slowed to
a stop, hale continued to smash on my moonroof. I
watched in horror as the hail began to spiderweb my
moonroof and finally shatter it. Rain was getting in and
I was beyond terrified at this point. It's scary as

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hell to have glass falling on you and then have
the rain pouring in and the wind whipping around you crazily.
After I got some of my senses back, I looked
up and down the highway and noticed that there was
no one else around me. Probably people smarter than me
knew not to be driving out in this stuff. But
then again, like I said, I was in the middle
of nowhere. I picked up my cellphone to call my

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parents and then call for roadside assistance. I got through
to my parents to let them know what was going on,
and then my phone died. I scrambled for my iPhone charger,
which I couldn't find, and then I remembered the only
one I had was in my backpack and that I
had to plug into a wall outlet. I didn't have
a cigarette lighter charger. Yes, I was still driving a

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vehicle that had a cigarette lighter port and not a
USB hookup. Now I was screwed. I had no idea
what to do and couldn't call my parents using a
dead phone. The rain and storm had started to let
up a little bit, and I was thanking the stars
for small favors when a large pickup and a trailer
pulled up alongside me. It was a landscape guy, and

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I could tell that right away with all the equipment
he had on his trailer, but he didn't have any
signage on.

Speaker 1 (24:41):
His trailer or truck.

Speaker 2 (24:44):
He yelled over to me, asking if I needed some help,
and I thought my prayers had been answered. I told him, yes,
I did need help, and without thinking twice, accepted his
offer to drive me for help. I asked him if
he had an iPhone charger, but he said he had
an Android and his phone was also dead. I was
desperate and was believing everything that he said. He told

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me he could give me a ride to his shop
and I could use a phone there or his cell
once he got it plugged in. I accepted. Big mistake.
I noted where my vehicle was and got into his
truck that was full of landscape tools and basically a
pig sty of a cab. At that point, though, I
was beyond being critical. I just needed to call for

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roadside assistance and then see if my parents could come
and get me too. He started driving and gave me
his name and told me it was Jeff. I gave
him my name and thanked him for his generosity, and
he said, no problem. He was the kind of guy
that was always there to help a pretty girl. I
rolled my eyes on the inside, but smiled on the outside.

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He was about mid forties and very tanned from working
out in the sun all the time, and had very
long hair. He said his shop was only about fifteen
minutes away and kept the talk to just small talk
and asked me about the damage to my vehicle. Every
once in a while, though I would catch him looking
down into my lap. I was wearing a pretty short

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skirt for whatever reason, I don't remember why. I was
wearing it Normally, I wear much more comfortable clothes when
I'm driving long distances. He remarked more than once that
I was a very pretty girl, and I kept trying
to divert that line of talk. I wasn't on red alert,
but it was making me uncomfortable the way he kept
bringing it up. He got off the main highway and

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began driving on an older road, sort of backtracking where
we had come from. He said we'd be at the
shop in just a few minutes, and I asked him
if he was married, as I noticed a wedding band
on his finger. He just smiled and didn't respond. After
that point, he didn't really say much at all, even
if I asked him questions about anything.

Speaker 1 (26:49):
In general.

Speaker 2 (26:51):
I was getting nervous, and on one hand, I was
getting some help, but now he was acting very strangely.
After a few minutes of silence, he put his hand
down on the bench seat between us, and every once
in a while I noticed that was creeping over towards
my leg. I was inching myself closer to the door
and window on the passenger side without trying to make

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him notice. Then we made a turn down a dirt road,
and he answered my question. When I said, is this
your shop down here? He smiled and nodded, and I
scanned my surroundings to look for any kind of building.
There was one coming up in the distance, and I
reassured myself that this guy was on the level. We
pulled into a driveway of a quantcet hut and he

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drove over to an open garage on.

Speaker 1 (27:37):
The side of it.

Speaker 2 (27:39):
As we approached the garage, I asked him what I
owed him for his help, and he only smiled and
said that we could take care of that once we
got out of the rain, which had started again. Now
red flags were jumping up in my head. That was
a very eft up answer. And I was in the
middle of nowhere. I mean, there was nothing but cornfields
as far as the eye could see. I knew something

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was very wrong, and my stomach told me to not
go into that garage. From the corner of my eye,
I looked to the lock on the door of the
truck and saw that it was up. I knew it
was unlocked. As he slowed down to enter the garage,
I gathered all my courage and threw the door open
and jumped out clutching onto my purse and my dead
cell phone. He yelled out, hey, what are you doing?

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But I just started blindly running to the edge of
this piece of land and into the wet rows of corn.
As I ran into them, I heard him yell, come
back here, you little bitch. Now I knew for sure
this guy did not have good intentions and was not
a good Samaritan. I had no idea where I was,
and even if I did have a good sense of direction,

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which I don't, I had no idea where to run.

Speaker 1 (28:49):
I just kept running.

Speaker 2 (28:51):
Tears were streaking down my face and I was breathing
heavily as I just kept running and running and running,
and every once in a while I could hear him
yelling from me to get back, and every once in
a while I could hear him yelling to me to
come back and that this was no way for a
fine little bitch to treat him. At one point, I
stopped and listened to see if I could hear him

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following me. But I didn't hear anything, and he stopped yelling.
I then just started running again, hoping that the cornfield
would somehow end and I would have a better idea
of where I was, and more hopefully that there was
a house or something even a passing car if I
got to a road. I just needed even more help
than I did before. I got to the edge of
this cornfield, and thank god I saw a house in

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the distance. I ran with every ounce of energy I
had in me through the field of high grass, every
once in a while looking back to see if the
guy was still following. I got to the edge of
the yard of this house and there was an older
couple sitting on their porch, enjoying some lemonade and just
watching the rain. I must have looked like absolute hell,
and probably looked like a demon from Hell running out

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of the cornfield and over to their porch. I had
to stop and catch my breath when they asked me
if everything was okay, because I couldn't even tell them
what was going on. I looked over my shoulder and
off in the distance saw the figure of someone standing
at the edge of the cornfield I had just come
out of. It had to have been that guy. I

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explained to them quickly that my car had been damaged
by the storm and I had gotten a ride from
a stranger who said he was going to help me,
but I knew had bad intentions. When I arrived where
he took us, I just needed to use the phone,
and at that point I was so hysterical. I just
wanted to talk to my parents, the cops, anybody, but
mostly my dad. The couple ushered me inside and were

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the kindest people I have ever met. The old woman
put on tea for me to quote calm my nerves,
and brought over an old style cordless phone. It took
me a minute to even punch in my phone number.
I mean, I was so shaken up I could hardly
remember my own phone number. After finally catching my breath,
I told my dad what had happened and got the

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address of this nice old couple. He said he'd be
on his way that second, and to not go anywhere,
and to also call the police. The old man said
that he'd call the police for me and I should
just try to relax, but he gave me the phone.
When he got in touch with them, I told them
everything that had happened, and they told me to stay
put that someone would be out. I also told them

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where my car was and that my father was on.

Speaker 1 (31:27):
His way to get me.

Speaker 2 (31:29):
The sweet old lady brought out a plate of cookies,
and I started to really relax. These people were just
so sweet and just what I needed. Not only were
they helping me, they were helping me to calm down.
They asked all kinds of questions about why I was
out there, or where I was from, and that sort
of thing. They just seemed generally interested in me and

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keeping my mind off of what had just occurred. The
police and my dad got to the house almost at
the same time, and I burst into tears all over
again and ran into my dad's arm. He told me
everything was going to be okay, and then I burst
into tears again about my damaged vehicle. He said not
to worry about that and everything would work out. I

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gave a description of the guy in the truck in
the area that he had taken me to, and the
cop kind of scratched his head for a second. I
gave him the general direction, just pointing to the cornfield,
telling him where the landscape shop was, or at least
where the guy said it was. The cop asked me
to describe the building, and I told him that it
was a quantt hut with another garage next to it.

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He just kind of looked at me before saying anything.
Then he actually looked at my dad and said, that's
not a landscape shop. That's an old storage unit for
the person who owns the land that this farm is on.
The farmhouse for the cornfield was another mile or so
in the other direction. My stomach sank to my feet.

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The reality of the situation set in. There was no
way in hell I was not going to be raped
or even worse by the guy that had taken me there.
The cop said that I did the right thing and
had used my head and my senses by running into
the cornfields, which is probably what slowed the guy down
is he didn't even know where I was. He said
that he would send out a bulletin for everyone to

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keep an eye out for.

Speaker 1 (33:16):
The truck and trailer.

Speaker 2 (33:17):
It fast forward to a little later that afternoon, when
my dad drove me back to my vehicle with the police.
The damage from the hail was certainly obvious, but someone
had obviously gone through my car. They had completely ransacked
the interior, broke off both rear view mirrors, and whoever

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had done this had also rifled through my luggage and
everything else on the vehicle. They never did find the guy,
and there was no proof that he was actually the
person who did the vandalism to my car. But it
doesn't take a genius to think that the guy went
back to my car looking for anything he could steal,
or perhaps even figure out where I lived. Thank God,
I always keep my insurance and registration of my purse.

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I don't leave it in my glove compartment, and I
still don't to this day. So anyway, a tow truck
was called to get my vehicle. I called my insurance
company and all that stuff. I was sure I would
never see that guy again. But I still worry for
any other young woman out there, or old woman for
that matter. I mean, who knows what the guy's tastes are.

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Regardless of the fact that I got away from him
and saved myself from whatever fate I can dream up,
that is awful that guy is still out there. I
can only pray that no other woman has fallen prey
to him. Department store creep submitted by Ernie D. When

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I was a kid, we had this department store called Ames.
It was like a Kmart or a Walmart. I guess
we didn't go there all the time, but once in
a while, my dad would see something in their flyer
that he wanted, and off we would go to the
next town over where the store was. I was ten,
and I remember it was in the winter because it
was really cold out and we were bundled up pretty

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good to keep out the snow and wind. The parking
lot was really icy and we were moving slowly so
we didn't slip. I went to look at the Legos
or something, and my dad went off to look for
his stuff and told me to wait by the toys.
He'd catch up with me there. I was well into
that give the kids some slack on the leash phase
of my life. Looking through the Legos and other toys,

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I heard crying from the end of the aisle and
walk down to see a little girl about five, huddled
up in a ball on the floor and crying softly.
I asked her if she was okay and crouched down
next to her, and she shook her head. I can't
find my mommy. The man wants me to see the
toys he bought for me, but I'm not supposed to
go anywhere without mommy. Even at ten, I knew something

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was up, so I asked who the man was, and
she said she didn't know, but he tried to pick
her up and walk away with her, but she wriggled
away and ran away and now couldn't find her mommy.
I looked up the aisle we were in and saw
a tall guy with greasy hair, a dirty New York
Jets park and those coke bottle thick glasses, and he
was kind of peeking around the far under the corner,

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just looking at us. It's gonna be okay, my dad's
coming and we'll go find your mommy, I said. I
put my hand out and she took it but kept crying.
I looked up and the guy was just staring at
him still, and I yelled out, go away, you piece
of crap, and he disappeared around the corner. A few

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minutes later, my dad came up and asked what was
going on, and I told him that she was lost
and about the weird guy down the aisle. At this point,
I should say my dad was only five to six,
but he was eighty second Airborne and not a guy
to be messed with. Heart of gold and loyal was
all hell, but he didn't take shit from anyone and
had the presence that told you to not even try.

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I could see he was on full alert. You get
used to seeing that look when you grow up with
a man like that. He bent down with us and said, okay, sweetheart,
let's go find your mommy. I helped her up and
kept holding her hand, and we started walking down the aisle,
and I pointed out the my Little Pony stuff to
her and asked if she liked that, just something to
get her mind off of things. She nodded and broke

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out a little smile. We got to the front of
the store. Now my dad looked for a cashier or
someone that could make an announcement on the PA when
up comes tall, creepy guy, saying, oh, thank heavens, where
have you been? I was looking all over for you.
My dad just stares at him for a minute and
says who are you in a slow and deliberate way.

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The guy stammered for a second, but then said he
was her uncle and that her mom was outside looking
for her, thinking that she had gone into the parking
lot looking for her, and now he was going to
bring her out to the car so they could all leave.
The guy leaned forward and said, are you okay, pumpkin.
The little girl kept her head down. My dad said

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back up again in that command presence tone of voice,
and the guy did what's her name? The guy stammered
again and said her name's Alicia, in a I'm trying
to sound real convincing and how would I not know
my niece's name kind of way. I asked her if
that was her name, and she shook her head. Before

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my dad could do anything, up comes a frantic looking
woman reaching for the little girl. Is this your mommy,
I asked, and she nodded and jumped into.

Speaker 1 (38:41):
Her mother's arms.

Speaker 2 (38:43):
The creepy guy was slowly kind of backing up towards
the front door, and my father asked the mom is
this guy her uncle? The woman looked up with eyes
as big as dinner plates and blurted out no. The
little girl then said that he tried to pick her
up and carry her, and that's when the guy tried
to make a break for it. My dad saw a
manager come out of an office and yelled, call the

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police right now.

Speaker 1 (39:07):
The creep then.

Speaker 2 (39:07):
Blasts out the front doors, but forgot how slippery and
cold it was, and down he went right onto his
elbow We saw him writhing in pain but still get
up and move to a red van. My dad ran
out and stopped him from getting inside and driving away.
Even though the guy was trying his best to get
around him. He was holding his arm and we found
out that he did break it out his fall, so
there was no way he was getting past Dad in

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that shape. The police showed up and talked to everyone
about what had happened and thanked me and my dad
for helping out, as well as the manager. I also
distinctly remember him telling my dad it was smart for
him to just hold the guy where he was and
to not really do anything to him. Dad took me
back inside and told me to go get whatever Lego
said I wanted for being brave and helping out the

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little girl. Her name was not Alicia, it was Stacy.
Dad gave the mom and the police his phone number
and address in case they needed anything else.

Speaker 1 (40:01):
She was so thankful we found her, little girl.

Speaker 2 (40:03):
What we did the scariest thing that happened, though I
didn't even realize was happening at the time, and I
didn't know it until I was much older. My Dad
and I were out on his boat fishing and having
a few beers on a Sunday afternoon out of nowhere.
He asked if I remembered that trip to Ames, and
I told him I would.

Speaker 1 (40:20):
Never forget it.

Speaker 2 (40:22):
He then said that after the police arrested the guy
and they took him to the hospital for his broken arm,
when they were going to impound his van, in the back,
tied up and stuffed into sleeping bags were a woman
and her young son. The guy had kidnapped them the
day before in a state just over from ours. My
dad never told me about that part until that afternoon.

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Neither of us can remember the guy's name, and Ames
has long gone out of business. But I do know
there's a lot of sick people out there, and they
come in all walks of life and in all shapes
and sizes, and hang out at all types of places.
Don't be a friend to lend a hand. If you
see someone in distress, you might just be the best
thing that happened to them all day. Something strange in

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New Orleans, submitted by Jeff. This story has been with
me for twenty years and I still don't know what happened.
There's a little bit of backstory, so please bear with me.
It was January of nineteen ninety seven and the New
England Patriots had just defeated the Jacksonville Jaguars in the
AFC Championship Game to advance to Super Bowl thirty one.

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My brother Jay and I were season ticket holders and
the Pats were raffling off around ten thousand tickets to
attend the Super Bowl in New Orleans. Well, we want
a pair of tickets to the game, so we began
getting travel plans together to get to Louisiana. The closest
we could get was a hotel in Mobile, Alabama. Come
to find out, my friend from high school named Lenny
was also a season ticket holder and he had won

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a pair of tickets as well. He ended up bringing
a mutual friend from high school they mic with him
to the game. Lenny somehow found a room in New
Orleans runting from a lady who lived about a ten
minute walk down Canal Street to Bourbon Street. So the
time came that Jay and I flew down to Pensacola,
rented a car, and drove to Mobile to our hotel.

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Before we left, Lenny and I traded phone numbers of
where we would be staying. And remember this was before
cell phones were popular. This way we could meet up
when we got to New Orleans in a few days.
I called Lenny and come to find out the lady
he was renting from had an extra room available for
one hundred bucks a night. This was a no brainer,
so we spoke to the lady and made the arrangements

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to stay in the extra room at her house. Jay
and I left the hotel in mobile and headed.

Speaker 1 (42:42):
To New Orleans.

Speaker 2 (42:45):
So we got to the house, parked the car, and
went into the house to meet her and see my friends.
The house was located basically in a ghetto, but we
spoke to the people on that block and they were
really friendly. They watched out for our rental cars and
gave his tips about the good and bad areas of
the city. The lady was really nice and we had
a great time while we were there.

Speaker 1 (43:05):
Below our room.

Speaker 2 (43:06):
Was the room her mother stayed in. I only saw
her once, but she looked like a bedridden old lady,
probably in her late eighties or early nineties. So we
would go out and do the Bourbon street thing, partying
late until the night. And now here's the thing, at
least in my mind, when my brother and I would
come into the house, usually around two in the morning.

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We made sure we were very quiet so it as
not to wake anyone up. My friends were a little different.
Around three am. They would come barging into the house,
completely drunk and basically waking everybody else up. I attribute
this to them not being able to handle their alcohol,
but I digress. The thing was they would come up
the stairs being loud and obnoxious, and I would hear

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the mother screaming at them to shut up, along with
other things. This happened probably for three nights. So the
game finally came and we lost to Green Bay. Oh well,
I think the Patriots had done pretty well. So then anyway,
we flew back to Providence and headed home. And this
is where it starts getting crazy. After a little while

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back home, maybe a week or two, maybe a month,
and this is what happened. I was laying in bed.
My room was in the basement, and it was very
late and I heard someone or something call my name, Jeff.
It sounded like my mother. I was suddenly unable to
move my body. I remember hearing this weird sound in

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my ears. It started quietly and grew to a crescendo
and then faded away. The best way I can describe
the sound was like when you go into an air
shower room, like if you have to go into a
clean room where there could be no dust, but your
ear would be up against the air jet. When the
noise left, I could finally move again. I was covered
in sweat. My heart was pounding. I never opened my eyes.

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I was too afraid. I remember looking at the time.
It was two thirty nine am. Obviously I didn't get
any sleep the rest of the night. The next day
I told my brother and parents about what had happened.
They didn't know what to make of it. My mother
thought I brought something back with me from New Orleans.
I would listen to music, popping in a few CDs

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to get rid of the silence at night.

Speaker 1 (45:15):
About a week later, I woke up.

Speaker 2 (45:17):
I didn't notice the time when the CDs had finished playing,
and I had that feeling of being watched.

Speaker 1 (45:25):
Then I heard it call Jeff.

Speaker 2 (45:29):
Then I specifically heard footsteps coming from the doorway towards me.
The same thing happened again as before. I cannot describe
the sheer terror I felt as this was happening to me.
I would say Each encounter lasted between thirty seconds to
a minute. The next day, I found the crucifix that
I hung on the wall and I put it in
the peg of my bed. I had the bottom bunk

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of bunk beds in my room and my brother had
the top bunk in his. After that, it moved, but
only from me. It's next target was my brother. He
experienced this phenomenon three times. Only when it called his name,
he heard my voice. He had the exact same experience
as I did, down to the letter, and then my

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father was attacked once same experience, and after that it
was over. It's been twenty years and I still don't
know what happened. I do know New Orleans is renowned
for voodoo culture. Did that old lady put a curse
on us because Lenny and Mike were being idiots in
the middle of the night. Was it a demon or
a ghost? I never spoke to Lenny or Mike after

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that trip, and our lives just took different paths, so
I don't know if they had the same experience as
we had. This came up recently as our mother had
just died in August and I flew up from Texas
to deal with her estate and anything else from our
father's death.

Speaker 1 (46:48):
A few years ago, Jay and I.

Speaker 2 (46:50):
Were talking about it, and my mother still believed it
was something that followed us from New Orleans. If anyone
has had a similar experience, please share it. Maybe it
will help me shed some light on what happened. I'm
sorry about the length of the story, but I'm glad
I got.

Speaker 1 (47:04):
It off my chest.

Speaker 2 (47:12):
Crazy guy on My Farm submitted by wolf Dog thirty three.
I grew up on a farm in rural Tennessee with
my dad and then my stepmom and sister. My mom
got sick and died when I was two, so I
don't really remember her, but I miss her, if that.

Speaker 1 (47:29):
Makes any sense.

Speaker 2 (47:31):
For a while, it was just me and my dad,
and at an early age I started working on the
farm doing little things until I was about ten, and
then I started operating our trucks and tractors and whatnot.
It was a mixed used farm, so we had cattle
and crops, and we had about five hands, and most
of them were really good. This story happened when I
was sixteen. My dad met my stepmom when I was nine,

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and he liked her a lot and brought her around
to meet me and then talked to me about him
remarrying and if I understood what was going on, I did,
and I liked her very much. My stepsister was only
four at the time, and she would follow me around
everywhere I went on the farm. Everyone called Sally my
little shadow. I called her sprout. We didn't have lots

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of neighbors, but were familiar with everyone who lived around
us and had great relationships with them. And they were
mostly farmers too. But my best friend, Curtis wasn't. His
dad was in the oil business and they were super
rich living way out here. Neither Sally or I had
many friends around, but we both had school friends, and
when I started to get into sports, that really up
the people I hung out with. Over time, I got

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to know my stepmom better, but I didn't ask about
her past and it was never a topic of conversation.
As I mentioned, she was very nice. Every year, my
dad would go to this big convention for a few
days to look at new equipment and such. He was
usually gone for three days and the hands would take
care of things and my grandparents would come and stay
with me. And later when Cathy came into the picture,

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she would stay with us kids, but one year, when
I turned sixteen, Dad wanted to take Kathy along and
asked if I thought I could handle taking care of
Sally in the house the perk I didn't have to
do anything on the farm for five days. Hell yeah,
I was in. They planned to fly out to California

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for the expo the night before the show, and then
stay two days after and come home Saturday in the afternoon.
I was really into cooking and told Sally about all
the cool stuff I was going to make for her
and how much fun we would have. She was eleven
and excited, but it was also the first time her
mom had ever been away from her for more than
one night. The day came and one of the hands

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drove my parents to the airport and I made dinner.
It was a school night, so we just watched some
TV and hung out, and I told her she had
to go to bed at nine, and she was tired anyway.
I stayed up on my computer talking to Curtis.

Speaker 1 (49:51):
On Skype for a while.

Speaker 2 (49:53):
He had only lived out here for two years and
was still kind of the new guy at school. He
had a crush on my other friend Denise, who all
called Dixie for some reason. I told him I had
her Skype handle, but I didn't want to give it
to him without her knowing, So I hatched a plan
to get them together if he could come over on
Friday night. I was in love with her sister, Mara.

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I called my dad in California the next day and
asked if Curtis could stay over on Friday night. I
begged and begged and told him that Chuck, our main hand,
didn't live far away if there was an emergency, Curtis's
parents were home, how good I was in school, my
work on the farm, man, you name it. I threw
it in there. He talked to Kathy and said, as
long as it was just him.

Speaker 1 (50:33):
It would be okay.

Speaker 2 (50:34):
All right, Jesus, this is long, but it's important for
the story. We never told curtis parents we were the
only ones home, just that my parents said it was okay,
and we did end up getting.

Speaker 1 (50:44):
In trouble for that oversight.

Speaker 2 (50:47):
Friday came and Sally was missing her mom, and I've
been doing my best to keep her occupied and making
all of her favorite foods. So Friday night she said
she wanted hot dogs and my homemade mac and cheese.
Curtis came home on the bus with us directly from school,
and we messed around outside for a while, but it
was February and cold. To make Sally happy, I did

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make her dinner as it was getting dark, and then
I put on her favorite movie and Curtis and I
went to my room and got on Skype. I told
Dixie we would call her around seven, but she said
she couldn't talk until later. We ate dinner and played
Uno with Sally, and around nine thirty I told her
it was time for bed, but she could watch TV
in her room. Off she went, and I sneaked to
the kitchen to grab a few Budweisers from the fridge.

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Curtis was sitting in my room and when he saw
the beer, he laughed and pulled out a bottle of
Crown Royal booze he had sneaked out of his house.
Mind you, we had never really drank before, but were
just experimenting. Can we drink both of these things?

Speaker 1 (51:43):
I asked?

Speaker 2 (51:45):
Curtis had to take a swig of the whiskey and
then the beer, and that was called a boiler maker?

Speaker 1 (51:49):
Why not?

Speaker 2 (51:50):
And oh the fire and knife throat and Belly. We
laughed and skyped Dixie and Mara. They were in her
room and we talked and talked, but as we would
step away from the camera to have another boiler maker,
they kept asking us what we were doing. After a
few of those, we were getting that lightheaded feeling and
saying stupid things, and it became apparent what was going on.

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Dixie then asked, what was that in your window? My
bedroom is on the first floor. It used to be
a sun porch. All the other bedrooms were on the
second floor of the house. My desk was against a
wall with my computer facing the windows behind me, and
most of them had curtains, but directly behind me they
were open. I was buzzed and said, what There was

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a face in the window just a minute ago, said Dixie.
I thought maybe it was Chuck and told Curtis to
hide the stuff. I got up and woosely went to
the window, but there was no one there. I noticed
the wind was picking up and it looked like a
storm was coming. Nobody home, I remembered saying, and everyone laughed.

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Then the lights went out at Dixie's and she said
they had just lost power. Her laptop was still had
a charge, and after talking to her parents, she stayed
online with us. There it is again, she cried out.
Curtis turned faster than me and said, holy shit, who
is that? I caught a flash of a beard.

Speaker 1 (53:13):
But that was it.

Speaker 2 (53:15):
None of the farm hands had beards, and there was
no reason any of them would be out at the farm.
This laid on a Friday night. I turned the lights
off and put my laptop down on the floor, and
Curtis got down too. As I looked out of all
the windows, I couldn't see anything, but then there was
a pounding on the front door. We almost shit. It
startled us so much. I went to the door and

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looked out the frosted glass on one side of it,
and there was a big guy standing out there. I
couldn't see who it was, even though the porch light
was on and my hallway light was not. Who is it,
I asked, I need to see Sally.

Speaker 1 (53:51):
Said the man? Who are you? Opened the door.

Speaker 2 (53:58):
I checked the lock, the dead out in the chain
on the door, all were set. Seali's not here, She's
at a friend's house. Sorry, I said this, wondering who
the hell this guy was.

Speaker 1 (54:11):
Opened the door.

Speaker 2 (54:13):
I can't do that. Have a good night, I said,
and turned the porch light off. He pounded on the
door again and yelled, open the goddamn door. I'll bust
it in. I backed away and ran in my room
to get Curtis, and you heard the last part of
that and was like.

Speaker 1 (54:28):
What's going on.

Speaker 2 (54:32):
I told him to help me check the windows and
doors to see if they were all locked. And the
minute we went into the living room our power went out.
The guy was still banging on the door and yelling
as we fumbled through the dark room, buzzing and having
that slow motion effect going on. I checked the kitchen door.
It was locked, and all the windows and everything else
was secure. The banging stopped, and Curtis and I joined

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up in the living room again, and I was getting
ready to call my dad when there was a flash
of lightning and we saw the guy standing outside the
dining room window that was open to where we were.
He was tall enough so that his face was in
the window, and he was a big, big dude. He
moved to the back door and yelled that he was
there for Sally. I immediately ran upstairs to her, and

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she had fallen asleep watching TV.

Speaker 1 (55:17):
I crept to her in the darkness and.

Speaker 2 (55:18):
Whispered, wake up, Sprout, wake up. She flinched a bit
and then said, what's going on? Why are you in
my room? I said, shut up and listen to me, Sprout.
You have to get up. Something's wrong and we need
to hide. There was a sound of breaking glass downstairs,
and I pulled her out of bed and tried to
think what I could do to get her to the
basement and hide in my dad's hunting room. It had

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a massive steel door, and I knew we would be
safe there. I told her to follow me and grabbed
her hand. Now, the first room after you get up
the stairs to the second floor of my house is
our bathroom. So in my haze, I thought we could
hide there and chances were this guy would go to
another room first and we could make a break for
it to the basement. To be honest, I had forgotten

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all about Curtis. I heard the guy yelling all kinds
of shit, like get your ass out here, you little shit.
I want Sally now. He was banging into furniture in
the dark, and then I knew he was in my
room looking because I had set up some dominoes in
a line, and they all went down, clicking, and then
he was back in the living room. He just stood

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there and called out, so sickly sweet Sally, where are you,
little darling. Sally was shaking and starting to cry, but.

Speaker 1 (56:33):
I told her you have to keep quiet. Sprout.

Speaker 2 (56:36):
Footsteps came up the stairs and we froze solid. I
saw his dark shape go past the crack in the door.

Speaker 1 (56:43):
He had a big knife in his hand.

Speaker 2 (56:46):
Where are you, sweetheart, he sang out. I waited and
waited until I knew he was in my parents' room,
and I whispered.

Speaker 1 (56:53):
Sprout, now Dad's room in the basement.

Speaker 2 (56:57):
She didn't want to leave me, so I pushed her
a little and followed her out Blindly. We ran down
the steps, and in my stupor that was wearing off
pretty fast, I knocked a chair over at the foot
of the stairs as Sally shot across the room. Kurtis
saw us from the doorway of my room and came out.
He had hidden in my closet follow me. I screamed
as the sound of running steps came down the stairs.

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Guy hit the chair and yelled out as he tripped
and slammed into the floor. I didn't look back as
Curtis and I ran to the kitchen, and that's where
the basement door was slamming it shut behind us. We
flew down the stairs and I led Curtis across the
basement to my dad's hunting room. We got in and
Sally was there and she was crying. I pushed the
door closed and locked it. The sound of stuff breaking

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up stairs was terrifying, but not as much as the
basement door crashing open. I held my little sprout as
she shook and cried, and that's when Curtis saved the day.
He had my laptop under his arm. He opened it
and immediately tried to get a hold of Dixie and Marrow.
And while he was doing that, the light shone on
in my dad's gun rack and I ran over to it,

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but the chain kept everything locked down. The guy was
now at the door, beating the hell out of it,
screaming for Sally and that she was coming with him.
Then I remembered my dad kept a Ruger bearcat in
a secret spot under his workbench, so I felt around
for it. It was there, and I pulled it out.
It's only a fancy twenty two, but I was ready
to use it to protect my sister. The guy was

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still smashing into the door, and Curtis got in touch
with the girls and told them to call the police
for us, and both of our cell phones were upstairs.
They kept asking questions and Curtis just screamed, call the
fucking sheriff. The guy stopped for a second and said
they'll never get here in time, and started screaming Sally, Sally,

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come out here, and started smashing the door again. After
a few minutes of Sally standing there with her hands
over her ears, tears streaming and about to scream, Dixie
said her parents called and they were on their way
and they were coming out too.

Speaker 1 (58:58):
What the fuck for? I yelled?

Speaker 2 (59:01):
Then it was quiet, A soft tap on the door, Sally.
He whispered, it's time to come out, It's time to
come home.

Speaker 1 (59:12):
More silence.

Speaker 2 (59:15):
Then he screamed again and pounded on the wall next
to the door. It was only drywall and stud So
I took a chance and shot me where I thought
he was. Yeah, stupid thing to do, but I did it.
The shot was so fucking loud, and Sally screamed, and
we heard the guy just.

Speaker 1 (59:29):
Yell out Jesus Christ, and then.

Speaker 2 (59:32):
A lot more cursing and stumbling around. Open that door,
he yelled from what I knew was across the basement, Sally, Sally.
I took another fifteen minutes before we faintly heard sirens
and then the footsteps upstairs. I yelled at we were
in the basement, but I didn't know if they would
hear us. But it didn't take long for them to

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get down there, and we heard voices shouting, freeze, don't
you move. There were more com and a knock at
the door. You kids in there, said a deep voice.
Not the guy, yeah, I said, and opened the door
and there stood a sheriff with a flashlight, and the
next thing he said it was Christ.

Speaker 1 (01:00:13):
Kid.

Speaker 2 (01:00:13):
Put that fucking gun down.

Speaker 1 (01:00:16):
I forgot I was still holding it.

Speaker 2 (01:00:18):
I put it on the bench and he told us
to come out. Suddenly the power came back on upstairs,
so another sheriff looked for our light switch in the
basement and flicked it on. The room was a mess
with blood all over the place, and the strange man
was standing against the wall with blood all over his hand,
and his pant leg and jacket were soaked who is that?
I asked the sheriff, but they told us to just

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go upstairs and helped us up. Dixie's parents pulled up,
and I knew I had to call my dad and
the police wouldn't let them in. I got a hold
of my dad, and halfway through my terrified and disjoyed talking,
a sheriff took the phone from me and started speaking
to my dad. The conversation went on for a while,
and the shaff handed the phone back to me, and

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my dad told me to calm down. Sally and I
were okay now and to call Grandma and Grandpa to
come get us. He and Kathy were going to fly
home that night. There was only eight thirty on the
West coast. An ambulance pulled up and the sheriff's led
the guy out, and he looked at us and said Sally.
Before the guys took him away. I asked Sally if

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she knew who he was, and she didn't. The sheriffs
were there into the night, asking us what had happened,
and that my dad had given me permission to tell them,
but I knew there was going to be a lot
more questions in the future. Sally clung to me all
through this, and I just kept interrupting my story to
the cop, saying, it's.

Speaker 1 (01:01:39):
Okay, Sprout, it's okay.

Speaker 2 (01:01:42):
My grandparents came.

Speaker 1 (01:01:43):
And got us.

Speaker 2 (01:01:44):
After looking around in horror at us and the house,
I asked if I could get some stuff from me
and Sprout, and the sheriff went with me to my room.
He paused looking at the beer in the bottle and
shook his head. Put that in the closet, son, no
one needs to know about it. I gathered up some
clothes in our toothbrushes, and we left with my grandparents.

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They took Curtis home, who looked just as much as
chock as we did. Dad got home the next day
and I had to talk to the sheriffs again, and
my parents were in disbelief of the entire story. Kathy
knew who the guy was after we described him. He
was Sally's biological father when Sally was only one. Kathy
had left this guy for physical abuse, and that coupled

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with his drug habit and dealing, he was barred from
seeing Sally or Kathy. A few months later, he got
nailed on another offence and was sent to state prison. However,
through some technicality, his twenty year sentence got knocked down
to ten years, and he was let out even earlier
than that. For the past two years he had been
searching for my stepmom and his daughter. Needless to say,

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he found us, and at the worst time too. I
was not charged for discharging my dad's ruger, and it
was by pure luck that it went through the wall
and hit the guy in the hand. Subsequently, his name
was Luke. But who cares. He's back in prison, and
this time I don't think he'll be weaseling out of
his sense. He tried sending letters to Sally, but the
prison finally stopped that after my parents complained. Sorry this

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is long, but I remember every detail of that night,
even though my buzzed brains at the time shouldn't have
retained it all. Sally is now twenty five, married to
a marine, and has all grown up. We talk about
that night once in a while, and yep, I still
call her sprout our fort. Submitted by the Only One.

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I grew up in a suburban town in upstate New York,
and at the time the big things for us kids
to do with skateboard and ride BMX bikes. We had
a gang of about five of us that would sometimes
meet with some other kids in the town over and
go to this industrial park on the edge of town
to skate and just hang out. Once in a while
we would get chased out by someone. And on one
particularly hot summer day and we were chased out and

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we all ran into a forest at the edge of
the industrial park road. We were all laughing and tearing
down this path and we got to a clearing all
kind of sat down to catch our breath. I noticed
a pile of stuff off to one side and saw
that it was a bunch of things the businesses must
have tossed out here. There was a bunch of plywood
and some two by fours.

Speaker 1 (01:04:25):
And that kind of thing.

Speaker 2 (01:04:28):
My friend, I'll call him Chris, came over and said, hey,
we could build a launch ramp with that. And I said,
there's way more here.

Speaker 1 (01:04:35):
Than for just that.

Speaker 2 (01:04:37):
We should build a fort out here. He started nodding,
and we went over to tell the other guys. Everyone
was into it, and some other guys with their bikes
offered to run home to get hammers and nails, while
the rest of us started sorting out the wood into
piles Chris was adamant about the ramp, so we set
that stuff aside too. When the other guys got back,

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we got to work as only kids do, no plans,
just started slapping shit together and going from there. We
made braces outside to keep the walls up, and Joe
had cut a couple of windows and a door out
from the plywood and then nailed some canvas material over
them that was happened to be out there. It was
about sixteen by sixteen by four, so I mean, obviously

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just the same dimensions of the wood. We had a
total piece of shit. But sometimes those are the best
forts to make enough room to crawl in and maybe
sit cross legged without hitting your head on the roof.
And we thought it was great. Over the next couple
of weeks we hung out there a lot, just being
young teenagers, smoking cigarettes and cigars and talking about girls.

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Someone I think it was Richie, said we should hang
out there that night. He knew he could sneak some
beer from his dad's garage and we could just hang
out and have fun. Everyone thought it was a great idea.
I said, I'd get some hot dogs and we could
start a little fire, and Chris said he was going
to ask some girls to come out, and the party.

Speaker 1 (01:05:59):
Was on about seven that night.

Speaker 2 (01:06:02):
I had made a fire ring with some rocks I
put on the dirt a few yards away from the fort.
I got a fire going, made some hot dogs, and
Chris came up on his bike, with Eric riding on
his back pegs with a backpack on his shoulders.

Speaker 1 (01:06:14):
The beer had arrived.

Speaker 2 (01:06:17):
Not long later, Ritchie showed up and then we heard
rustling coming down the trail. We all scrambled to hide
the beer, but it was only the three girls we
knew from school that he invited. We all sided with
relief and went back to having fun. We showed the
girls the fort, and I'm not sure girls that age
are impressed with that sort of thing anymore. They were

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more interested in us all going to dances and stuff
like that. Around nine point thirty they had to leave
and I put the fire out, but not before promising
we would meet them to go swimming the next day.
We all wanted to stay longer, so we went back
into the fort with flashlights and just sat around, smoking
and drinking the beer. I think Chrystally brought a twelve pack,
but I'm sure we were all a little buzzy. We

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were just kids. Suddenly there came a loud whoomp from outside.
A piece of plywood had fallen in front of the door.
Ritchie was closest to it and pulled the canvas back
and yep, the piece was covering the door. He pushed
at it, but it wouldn't budge.

Speaker 1 (01:07:18):
That was odd.

Speaker 2 (01:07:20):
I looked out one of the windows on the other side,
but only saw the darkness of the summer night. I
remember Chris was having a cigarette, but then I started
smelling other smoke, like campfire smoke. That's when Richie yelled
that there was smoke coming from outside the door, and
the door itself was warm, and we started freaking out,
with Eric and Ritchie trying to kick the door out,

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and Chris said, just fuck it, let's go out the windows.
I thought we might be able to push down a
whole wall, but we had braced them too well, so
it was the windows or nothing. Smoke was really coming
in now, and everyone was scrambling to get out the
little windows. Thankfully we all did and could see there
was a fire right outside the front door, and on
the sides of it too. The ply would have been

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braced and I don't know how we didn't hear that
who the hell had started it? And it was nowhere
near our fire pits, so don't ask. We all started
throwing dirt on it and got it out, all the
while saying, what the fuck how did this happen? We
made sure the fire was out, called it a night.
We didn't go back to the fort for two reasons. One,

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the next day we did go to a pool to
swim with the girls, And two while we were gone
for that one day, someone went back and burned the
fort down. A guy in his late teens was caught
by the cops and charged with arson, and I know
did time, and I knew who it was, and I
will not share his real name, but that had to
have been him the night before. Again, I can't say

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for sure, and none of us told our parents or
anyone else because of the beer and smokes, but I
truly believe in my heart that sick fuck almost burned
us alive that night. All of my friends still agree
on that. My slipper submitted by racer X. I'm a

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mail in his late forties and have not really experienced
anything exciting from the supernatural, but about five years ago,
I was in my apartment, sleeping in my recliner, and
I happened to be still wearing my slippers when I
fell asleep. When this happened, let me describe what was
around me. Immediately to my left was a little stand
with a lamp and my phone, and in front of me,

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and a little bit more to my left was my
TV tray, which was very close to me, and if
I had extended my legs out would have kicked it
across the room. To my right, next to the arm
of my chair was another TV tray that had some
books and then remote to my TV. I had woken
up and my eyes weren't really all the way open.
I realized my right slipper was off my foot because
I could feel the coolness of the air from the

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floor as well as the carpet on the bottoms of
that foot. Being lazy and exhausted and not wanting to
get up, I fumbled with my right foot to try
to find the slipper, to no avail. So I said
to myself the hell with it, and went back to sleep.
The next morning, when I woke up, the sun was
shining through my window. I was sleeping in since it
was a Saturday, so I didn't have to get up early.

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When I finally opened my eyes and started to adjust
to what was around me, I immediately burst out laughing,
but then became kind of confused and weirded out when
I saw that my right slipper that was missing off
my foot in the middle of the night was now
in the TV tray directly in front of me, with
the front of the slipper facing me. So as I
stared at my slipper on my TV tray, I reached

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over and grabbed a smoke and tried to analyze how
that damn slipper got on the tray. If I had
kicked it in my sleep, which I have in the past,
that tray would have went sailing across the room. So
for me to kick up my slipper in the air
and onto the table, I would have to be like
jetly or something putting my cigarette out. I sat there

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and tried to move my leg into every position and
I could to justify how that slipper got on the tray,
and I just couldn't do it. I've told the story
to a few people, friends and family and such, and
they too have laughed and some have just looked at
me and said, well, maybe it was a ghost and
he or she heard you complaining about not finding the
slipper with your foot, so they just wanted to make

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sure you saw it first thing in the morning. In
the end, I still can't explain how it happened, but
all I can say was thank you to whoever or
whatever found my slipper. My new house submitted by T

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one thousand Peete. This happened when I was twenty four
years old and I bought my first house, so that
would have been nineteen ninety eight. I had been left
some money by my grandparents, and when my other grandfather
died suddenly, which broke my heart and I still miss
him to this day, I found out he also left
me a large sum of money. I was working and

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paying off my student loan, but I had also worked
all through college, so I was pretty much even there.
My parents were encouraging me to save some money, but
my dad also saw buying a house as a good
investment too. There were a couple of things to do
on the house, which is normal for any first time buyer,
but the whole place had been remodeled inside and there
were new things like sighting in a roof, et cetera.

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It was a four bedroom cape and a really nice
part of our town, and very different from most of
the homes that had sprung up around it. It was
built in nineteen fifty five, but the neighborhood grew up
pretty fast, and some of the homes towards the end
of the street were what people now call mc mansions.
I was so excited to have my own house. I
was thinking about all the get togethers I could have there,

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and also that I was truly on my own. My
girlfriend and I had been together for two years and
were sort of talking about getting married. I saw this
as a solid step towards that, and she was thinking
about moving in with me. It's not that you approved,
but I think she was also at that point in
her life where moving in meant moving on to other things.
It has nothing to do with the story, but we

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did get married. So I moved in with the help
of my family and friends, and everyone stuck around afterwards
to have some pizza and beers. I moved in the
third week of June, so the weather was pretty nice,
and I had to say I had more than my
share of beer that evening, after most of my family
was gone and it was just my girlfriend and buddies
and their girlfriends. My best friend, Tyler was as excited

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about me having my own place as I was, and
I had to keep reminding him that he wasn't moving in.
He had all sorts of plans for what was going
to happen and what we should do, and I had
to keep reminding him about it and laughing that it
wasn't even his house. We went out to my garage
to get some more beer and the garage door was open.
He looked up and said, why is that van driving

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so slowly at this time of night. I looked up
and saw the van, and when I did look up,
it drove away fast. I just shrugged my shoulders and said,
who knows, maybe he's looking for an address. We didn't
think anything of it after that. My girlfriend was going
to crash there that night, and even though we didn't
have a lot of things set up, I did make
sure to have the bedroom in order, as well as bathrooms,

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but the rest of the stuff was going to be
a long time coming.

Speaker 1 (01:14:14):
As it came to unpacking.

Speaker 2 (01:14:17):
The next morning, I went outside to bask in the
sun and happiness of my first place. And one of
my neighbors came over. His name was John, and he
apologized for not stopping over the day before, but he
saw how busy we were. He was and still as
a really cool guy twice my age, but we became
friends and are still friends to this day. All he

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kept talking about was how safe the neighborhood was. My
other neighbor also came over later that day to introduce
himself and his family, and more people for the next
few days were coming over to introduce themselves and bringing
me stuff. It was that kind of neighborhood, really tight
knit and very thoughtful and caring. Almost every single one
of them talked about how wonderful and safe the neighbor was. Subsequently,

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my neighbor on the other side of me was also
named John, and he plays.

Speaker 1 (01:15:04):
A bigger role in this story.

Speaker 2 (01:15:07):
On the third or fourth night, I was there alone
and getting ready to go back to my job. I
had taken some time off to get things a little
bit situated. I was, however, getting frustrated with the cable
company as they were taking their sweet old time getting
out to me to get me set up, and they
were playing that game of if I wasn't there the
exact minute they showed up, they wouldn't wait for five minutes.

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They would just take off and I would have to reschedule.
One time, I was even at home going to the
bathroom and they still couldn't wait for me to finish
my piss and run downstairs. So I was complaining about
it to my neighbor John, and he said, yeah, dealing
with them is like going to the d m V.
I laughed, and then went in for the night and
cracked a beer and just stood in my back yard.

Speaker 1 (01:15:47):
For a little while.

Speaker 2 (01:15:50):
Later that night, I woke up to some thumping outside
of my house. It wasn't near my window in the
upstairs bedroom one of them.

Speaker 1 (01:15:58):
It was more to the back of my house.

Speaker 2 (01:16:01):
There was an extension on the back of the house
that went over a patio and it was coming from there.
So at first I thought maybe I don't know raccoons
or squirrels, but the thumps were pretty heavy and I
figured I'd better check it out. When I got to
the other bedroom and looked out the window, I couldn't
see anything on the roof. The windows in my master
bedroom are higher up on the wall and really only
let light it. You can't see out unless you prop

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yourself up. But anyway, I just sat there in the
darkness in silence for a while. The noises had stopped,
so I went back to bed. The next day, I
bumped into John on my way to work, and he
started laughing and asked how I got the cable guys
to finally show up. I said, what are you talking about,
and he said the guys I saw on your roof

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last night. I stopped for a minute and then said,
you know, I heard some noises out there and checked,
but I didn't call anybody. I'm not supposed to have
the cable guys until today. At two forty five, John
looked at me for a minute and said, we better
call the police because I saw three guys put up
a ladder on the side of your house and go
up on the back roof. I figured you made a

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deal with the cable guys or something. I didn't, but
I did go back inside and call the police, and
John hung out to talk to them. When they finally
came over. He told them everything that he had seen,
and I told them though I had heard They filed
some kind of report, but there was really nothing they
could do, as no one broke in or hurt anyone. Still,

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I was a little nervous that three people were up
on the roof in the night, but after a while
I told myself it was just neighborhood kids fooling around,
and John wasn't trying to bring me down. But he
did say that it wasn't kids that he saw. He
said it was three big guys. I locked up and
went to work and thought about it all day. I
got out early for the real cable guys who actually

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stuck around when I was five minutes late, and then
tried to put it out of my head again, It's
just kids messing around. That Friday night, I went to
a happy hour with my workmates, and my girlfriend met
me there and we went out to dinner. We were
just going to go back to my place and watch
a movie on my newly installed cable. When I pulled
into the driveway and hit the button for my garage

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door opener, I noticed something odd. The door from my
garage to my house was wide open. I never left
that door open, But then I thought to myself, there's
the first time for everything. But something still made me
feel very uneasy, and I told my girlfriend to stay
in the kitchen. She asked me what was going on,

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and I said nothing. I didn't really want to freak
her out. Then I heard a soft bump from upstairs.
I told my girlfriend to call the police, and then
grabbed one of my softball bats that I kept by
the back door. She whispered, what are you doing, don't
go up there. I just waved her off and said,
get the cops here quick. I slowly went upstairs, thanking

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God that they were carpeted and didn't squeak. When I
got to the landing, I looked towards the door of
the spare room and they're in front of me. Maybe
three feet from me stood a guy dressed all in black.
We didn't say anything.

Speaker 1 (01:19:07):
To one another.

Speaker 2 (01:19:09):
We just looked at each other, and then I heard
movement from behind him and saw another guy. The guy
in the doorway looked down at my hands and saw
the bat, and instead of being a tough guy like
I hear on some of the stories on the internet,
I turned and ran back downstairs. There were no heroics
on their side either, as I heard the two guys

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run across the room and then go out the window
onto the roof. The best part was my girlfriend did
have the police on the line, and my neighbor John
had also called the police and was out in the
front yard as he had watched what turned out to
be the same three guys show up at my house.
John didn't have any weapons, just his big gsd who
was a lovable mutt but extremely menacing when he needed

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to be. John kept him on a leash, but also
kept the guys from going to their vehicle. That van
that we saw drive by in the first night I
was there, It was parked on the street. The cop
showed up and arrested these guys, and while it seems
like they were just there to rob me, they did
have zip ties and duct tape in a bag that
the third guy, who was still on the roof was holding.

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I remember them trying to say that they were just
there to steal, but the guy in the roof was
weaseling out on them and saying that there was talk
of other things. I don't know exactly what those other
things were, and I really don't care to think about them.
After that, I had a security system installed and didn't
have any problems in that awesome, awesome neighborhood. My wife

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and I sold the place about ten years later after
our first two kids were born, and our new house
had a security system installed immediately too. Even though it
had been ten years, that incident was still fresh in
my mind. As creepy and scary as it was that night,
I look back and laugh at it a little. The
fact that this guy and I just stared at each other,

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sizing up one another, and that both of us just
turning around and running away, that's kind of funny. I
like to think that that's how most of these situations
actually turn out, rather than someone holding someone else at
gunpoint or worse. Be careful wherever you are, no matter
how great of a neighborhood you live in. You never
know you might have the midnight cable installers pay you

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a visit sometime. Death stare submitted by hy and T.

Speaker 1 (01:21:28):
Guy.

Speaker 2 (01:21:31):
I was a county sheriff in Arkansas when this happened.
I've since moved on to Louisiana, but at the time
I was working in Craighead County. I had about six
years on the job and was still a young buck.
As the saying goes, At that time, we were still
on one man patrols covering a pretty large area of
the state. Not that Craighead County is that huge, but

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you get the picture. I'm not giving dates and times
about this, and I prefer just using my username I've submitted.
It was a summer evening when this happened, and I
had just finished up speaking with a landowner who was
having some issues with recent thefts on his property. I
was out in the middle of nowhere between Black Oak
and Manila, driving down a county road. I saw a

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car that had gone off the road and was just
sitting there. It had run head on into a group
of trees, and I could tell right away that things
were not going to be good. No one was out
of the vehicle looking at it or standing in the
road looking for help. The car was still running as
I pulled up to it, but there was tons of
smoke pouring out from the hood and no movement inside

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the vehicle. I radioed in and got out to check
on the driver and any other passengers, and all I
saw was the driver slumped over the wheel. His window
was down and he was sitting there moaning with blood
all over himself, and the dashboard and the seat. It
looked like he hit a tree in a pretty good clip.
I immediately radioed the situation again and asked for an

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ambulance and back up, knowing full well it was going
to take time to get it out to this god
forsaken airy I was in. I just began to ask
the man questions to see how coherent he was, but
he just kept saying or moaning rather loudly, belly belly.
I leaned in a little bit and saw how bad
the damage actually was. He had been holding some kind

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of glass container. Later I found out it was not
what I originally thought it was, which I thought was
a bottle of booze. It was some kind of heavy vase.
Don't ask me why he was holding it, but I
kind of pieced together afterwards. He must have been looking
at it in his hands when he went off the road.
When he hit the tree, he fell backwards, then forwards

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into the steering wheel, and part of the vase base
hit the wheel and jammed into his stomach. I asked
him to slowly lean back, still talking to him to
make sure he was awake, while radioing in that I
really needed help, that I had a very injured driver
on my hands. He slowly moved back as far as
he could in his seat, but the car had crumpled

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so much that he didn't have a lot of room
to move. The seat was jammed up against the steering
wheel pretty good, also a sign that he'd been traveling
at a very high rate of speed. I kept him
talking as best I could, but most of it was
just moans and blood was coming out of his mouth,
so I told him to stop talking once I saw that,

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but I told him that help was on its way
and he needed to stay with me. He simply nodded slowly,
and I looked down into his lap and saw the
vase protruding out from his midsection. It was basically sticking
out of him, with blood pouring into his lap. And
I again radioed what I noticed and said again I
need help now, and was told by dispatch that help

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was on its way. That's when I heard the sound
of a vehicle coming from behind me. I instinctively looked
up and down the road, but didn't see any vehicles
coming in either direction. I did leave my lights on
for anybody who might pass by, but then I turned
and looked across the road and I saw a beat
up old station driving across the open ground of what

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once was a field for some sort of crop, but
nothing had been planted that year, which was obvious with
the dust and dirt kicking up behind this vehicle that
was heading towards me. For a second, I forgot to
pay attention to the injured driver was staring at this
car as it came closer, and then that driver found
a covert to drive over to get onto the road.

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This beat up old car pulled up slowly and a
very strange looking man got out of the vehicle. I
did notice there were no plates on the car and
defensively told the driver to stay where he was. I
looked down at the injured driver and said stay with
me one more time, then turned to the man who
was not listening to my commands and had gotten out

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of his vehicle and was walking towards me. At that point,
I needed all the help I could get, and after
realizing that the man who was walking towards me was
not inebriated or anything like that, I said, hey, man,
I need your help. I needed to get to my
vehicle for my first aid kit to see what I
could do to help this other driver. But now this

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man was standing about four feet from me, and again
he looked so strange. He had a shock of white
hair and was wearing a very dirty wife beater tucked
into green army fatigues. I told him, man, there's been
an accident, which was stating the obvious. I need you
to sit and talk to this driver, but don't touch anything.

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Do not assist in any other way other than talking.
He stood blankly looking at me, and I asked, do
you understand that He never said a word.

Speaker 1 (01:26:35):
He just nodded.

Speaker 2 (01:26:37):
I ran back to my car and grabbed for my
first aid kit, again radioing in what was happening and
that a citizen was now on the scene assisting in
a small way. When I walked back to the car
with the injured driver, I looked down and saw he
was in even worse shape. Blood was now flowing out
of his mouth more freely, and he couldn't speak, as
any time he tried, he would cough and more blood

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would come out. I asked the other man to step back,
as I was now in a state of what the
hell am I supposed to do here? And inside I
was yelling for help to please get out here faster.
I was losing this guy, and I knew that I
couldn't really remove him from the vehicle without doing more
damage from this base thing that was still sticking in
his gut. I kept going back and forth, Do I

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move him? Do I let him stay? Do I move him?
Do I let him stay? But I just kept talking
to him, trying to calm down, while the other man
who just showed up was now just staring over my shoulder.
I yelled into my radio that you need to hurry,
I'm losing this guy, which I was. He was bleeding
profusely now, and I knew that if help did not

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arrive within a couple of minutes, he was a goner.
I had to think what I could do to help
give this guy more time, and I thought, maybe if
I can get him out of the car, knowing that
it might kill him, perhaps it would take pressure off
of this object sticking out of him, throwing car rush
into the wind. I asked the man behind me to
help me get this guy out of the vehicle, and

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I started to open the door. Thankfully it did. I
really needed this guy's help, but the man didn't move.
He just continued to stare into the car. I yelled
at him, I need your help right now. I got
the car door open and started to assess the situation
more and decided that what I needed to do was

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get the man out of the car. But again, the
man who just showed up did nothing. I wasn't thinking
about any trouble that I would get in by helping
the guy in the car, but I knew I had
to do something somehow. I was able to get the
seat back a little bit and give the guy some relief,
which he gave an audible sigh of, but it was

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full of blood. I could tell that there was some
pressure relief right away, though my hands were now covered
in blood, and I was slowly moving this gentleman out
of the vehicle, against what I'm sure was every instinct
in my body to not move him. I slowly got
him out of the car, yelling at the other man
that I really needed his help, but he just stood

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there doing nothing. I finally got the man out of
his car and laid him down on the side of
the road on his back, and then propped up his
head with one of my boots. He then sighed again,
which gave me reason to believe I had done the
right thing. He was breathing a little easier. The man
who had pulled up still just stood there, and I
looked at him and said, why are you helping me? Man,

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This guy's dying. He only looked back at me with
this crazy stare in his eye and said, well, that's
the reason I came over here to see him die.
He then just stood there again, not saying a word.
I again radioed in the situation update and faintly heard
sirens in the distance. I looked up at the other guy,

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but now he was just walking back to his beat
up old station wagon Without a word. He got in,
started the engine, and slowly drove by me, looking out
the window the entire time. He stopped for a second
and said, guess I'm not going to see anyone die today,
and then he drove off into the field where he
had come from. Thankfully, the sirens I heard were my salvation.

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An ambulance and another sheriff were racing towards me and
quickly took over and did their thing. Thankfully, the driver
of the vehicle didn't die, but he came unbelievably close.
I was told later that his loss of blood was
so massive that had they not gotten unseen in just
a minute more, he probably would have died. When asked

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what I had done, I was waiting to be reprimanded
by them for moving him out of the car, but
one of the paramedics said, no, you did the right thing.
He needed that pressure relief. They rushed him to a hospital,
and like I said, he did survive. When he was
more coherent. He did in fact go off the road
while looking at this vase he had purchased for his wife.

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He got it from an antique dealer somewhere on the
middle of nowhere. Not really an antique dealer, just an
older gentleman who sold antique. But anyway, back on the scene,
I was talking to my fellow sheriff and telling him
all about the other guy who showed up. He looked
around and didn't notice anything out of the ordinary.

Speaker 1 (01:31:12):
I told him he'd.

Speaker 2 (01:31:12):
Driven through the field and a beat up old station wagon.
Gave a full description of what he looked like and said,
despite my prompting, he didn't try to help at all,
and said he was just there to watch a human
being die. I only had the description of the car
and no license plate, and had no idea where he
drove off to. My partner said he never noticed anything
as he and the ambulance were flying up to help me,

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but that he also wasn't looking for anything like that.
As more people arrived to take care of the scene,
I wandered around looking for traces of the vehicle that
I had seen. I did find tire tracks over the
culvert back into the field, but there were other tire
tracks there as well. I have no idea who that
guy was, how he happened to be out there at
that time, and why he didn't help, But to this day,

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I am still chilled about those words he said. I
guess I'm not going to see anyone die today. As
I mentioned, I've moved on to a parish in Louisiana
and have been on that job for the last eighteen years.
I've seen a lot of crazy stuff and been in
a lot of crazy situations, but nothing has affected me
as much as that strange man whose only mission that

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day was to see someone die. When we check the
area for vehicles of that description, no one had any
information for us. For all intent and purposes, he only
lives in my memory now with the words he said
I guess I'm not going to see anyone die today.
As much as that affected me and still does, I'm

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at least happy to say that no one did die.
I've often played that over and over in my head.
Maybe he was a figment of my imagination, but I
don't think so. I know he was there, and I'll
never forget his strange stare and his words crazy domestic.

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Submitted by Rick V. Law enforcement is a family affair
for me. My father was an officer in the town
I grew up in, as was my uncle. Growing up
with that atmosphere around me, I decided at a pretty
early age that I also wanted to be a cop
when I grew up. Some would say it's nepotism, and
I suppose there was some of that. When I applied

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for a job after graduating with an associate's degree in
criminal justice, I was hired, went through the academy, and
became a police officer in my hometown when I was
twenty one years old. My town is in the suburbs
of a larger city and kind of on the border,
a first ring suburb, if that makes sense, So we
had areas of town that were very well to do

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and other areas not so much. We never had any
huge scandals or anything crazy the first two years I
was on the job. Just lots of DWI cases and
lots of domestic violence cases, and of course there was
all the other routine stuff, chasing underage drinking parties and
that sort of thing. Yeah, I was that guy ruining

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the fun of all the younger kids. But I did
pride myself on having a good relationship with young people
in the town, and more often than not we just
took their beer or whatever and made them dump it
out and get out of their party spots. What helped
me was being close to their age. It was pretty
easy for me to know where they were if they
were partying. And it always amazed me that, despite being

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busted over and over again by myself and other fellow officers,
the kids always went to the same places. I guess
I did the same stupid stuff when I was their
age too, and again, most of the time we didn't
report them to their parents. We just told them to
knock it off and to not come back.

Speaker 1 (01:34:45):
But I digress.

Speaker 2 (01:34:47):
In my third year, I got called to a domestic
violence incident. Three other officers also showed up, with a
couple that was very drunk and very belligerent and very
so fighting cats and dogs stuff. The woman had smashed
a beer bottle on the husband's head and he had
gotten plenty of shots on her too. By the time

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we got there, the guy was sitting out on his
porch bleeding profusely, his wife inside also tending to her wounds.
As I said, both of them were drunk and hadn't
called us, but the neighbors had apparently they had had
enough of the yelling, screaming in violence for that night.
I was the second to arrive and got the low
down of what was going on from my fellow officer

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who was first on the scene. He was talking to
the husband, so I went inside to talk to the wife.
Both were hammered beyond belief, and their stories were, of
course conflicting of how it started, who did what, and
the normal stuff you always see on the cop shows
on TV. It gets old pretty quick for an officer
having to sort this stuff out, but it happened so

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often it becomes routine. Both of them needed medical treatment
and both were going to be charged. So as more
officers showed up along with the EMTs, we had to
suss out what was going to happen to the two
children still inside playing their Nintendo as if nothing really happened.
When I asked them what had happened that night, I
got the feeling that they saw this kind of thing

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all the time. They were both in their mid teens,
and nothing happened to them. They were just a witness
to these frequent fights from their parents. After quick checks
of their background, it became apparent that this happened a lot.
I was actually amazed that I had never been called
out here prior to this incident. As the guy was

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being tended to by EMT's outside, another pair went inside
to work on the wife. When she looked out the
door and saw her husband, she went into another rage
and was very hard to deal with. I stood next
to her, telling her to calm down so the EMTs
could look at her and figure out if there were
any other family that could take the kids before we
called CPS. I very much support CPS, but in cases

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like this I try everything in my power to get
other family members involved before calling Now. She mentioned her
parents lived in the town next to us, and we
started the process of contacting them to come and get
the kids. I was told by another officer that that
was what was going to happen, so I felt better
about the situation right there. That's when one of the
teenagers started crying. I asked him if he was okay,

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and I knew that he was going through a rough
time with all of this, but I sensed that something
else was going on here. He kept saying that he
hated living there and wanted out. He was sixteen and
mentioned to me that he wanted to leave but he
couldn't legally, but he was tired of it. When I
asked him what he was tired of, he got quiet
for a minute instead of what my parents do. With

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another officer present, I questioned him about what his parents did.
We asked if there was any drug dealing going on
or anything like that, but he said he wasn't supposed
to talk about it. He kind of looked down to
the floor. I told told him it was okay and
he wasn't going to be in any trouble at all
if he told us what was happening, which he laughed

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through his crying and said, oh yeah, I highly doubt that.
He then held up his arm and there were cigarette
burns on his forearm, a lot of them. I hadn't
noticed that before and asked how that had happened. He
said he got burned if he ever questioned his parents
about anything they were doing. We continued to question him

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and his brother, and it finally came out. They told
us to check the basement. That's all they would say,
for fear of any reprisal from their parents. There were
now about eight officers there and the grandparents showed up.
The kids were taken off to the side, and other
officers were tending to the husband and wife and my
friend I'll just call Joe and I checked out the

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rest of the house outside of the blood spatters and
broken lamps and a TV, the typical domestic violence scene.
We told our lieutenant who had showed up, what the
kids had said, and we were going to go check
the basement. We got out our flashlights as we approached
the basement door through the kitchen, and then realized that
the lights for the basement didn't work. I went down first,

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playing my light on the stairs in the basement floor
and heard some muffled crying. When we got down to
the floor, there was a jumble of all kinds of
crap piled on the walls and strewn throughout the basement.
But we kept hearing this crying coming from a far
corner and moved right over to it. There were two
large boxes, or what we thought were boxes, covered with blankets,

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and when I pulled the first blanket back, I got
the shock of my life as a fairly new police officer.
There were two large dog cages next to each other,
each with a child inside. The doors were locked with
heavy chains and padlocks, and I'll always be haunted by
the faces of those two little kids, a boy and

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a girl. Their faces streaked with dirt and they were
wearing next to nothing. Each had a dog bowl of
water in their cages that were knocked over and empty.
When they saw us, they recoiled from the light and
burst into tears and started crying even louder. I immediately
called for someone to bring bolt cutters down into the
basement and said our lieutenant needed to get down there immediately.

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We started to try to calm the kids down and
told them that they were safe and that we were
going to help them. Obviously, I called to CPS was
now imminent. We quickly moved to get the cages open
and the small kids, ages six and seven out. It
was obvious they were malnourished and looked like they were beaten.
Often more e m ts came down and took over

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getting the kids out into safety. A messed up situation
just went from a messed up situation to a very
terrifying situation. When the kids came up into the light
of the upstairs, they were blinking and it was clear
they had been down in that basement for some time.
Not all of what I'm going to tell you right
now now happened on the scene, but we came to

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find out that these two kids were not the progeny
of the husband and wife. They were foster kids. After
questioning the husband and wife, they immediately clammed up, and
we began talking to the two older siblings again. They
broke down and told us that their parents had taken
these two little kids on as a source of income.
Most of the time they were locked in the basement,

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and if they tried to get out, they were locked
in the cages. The only time they ever came out
were when social workers paid a visit and were allowed
to get cleaned up to make it look like everything
was fine. My heart broke upon seeing those kids locked
in the cages, but my heartbreak turned to rage when
I heard the story. Of course, over time there was

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much more legwork to be done in this case, and
a lot of testimony for myself and all the other
officers on board. But over time we found out that
the kids had been living there for two years, came
from two separate families whose parents were locked up in jail,
and the only thing that failed them was the system.

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All of the kids had been threatened to lie about
what was going on for fear of reprisal from the parents,
and we found out that the two older siblings had
had guns put to their head. They were threatened with
knives and all sorts of other things if they told
anything about what the parents were doing. When all the
kids had gotten to the safety of where they had
to go, the older siblings with the grandparents who claimed

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they had no idea what was going on, and the
other kids going to the safety of foster care, I
started to question whether or not I wanted to be
a police officer. But after speaking with my superiors, my
close friend Joe, and counselors, they all continued to point
out that what we had uncovered and did was exactly
what police officers are supposed to do, protect and serve everyone.

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I was just afraid of the prospect of having to
deal with more situations like this and wishing kids were
never involved. It really did break my heart. Both the
parents were charged with a slew of things, including child
in endangerment and got hefty jail sentences. As I mentioned,
the two older siblings were released to the custody of
the grandparents, and as this happened five years ago, I

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learned that both graduated from high school and went on
to college. The parents are still in jail. I have
no idea what that relationship with the parents is like,
if there's anything there. As for the two kids we
found in the basement, when I asked later on, I
was only told that they were safely with child protective
Services and the right decisions were made to find them

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a new home, nowhere near my hometown. The news of
this rocked our little town, and now that I look
back on everything, I'm proud to say I played a
role in saving the lives of four kids. God knows
what might have happened had those two drunken idiots not
gotten into a knock down drag out that night. The
kids looked like they were on the verge of starvation.

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I mean, you could see their bones through their skin.
How no one who visited didn't know they were in
trouble got through checks from Social Services is a mystery
to me. I am sure there was a lot of
explaining done when the investigation went on. So this did
happen some years ago, and I'm still an officer. I'm
proud of what I do, and I'm very aware of

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what the political climate is like out there for cops.
I've always maintained a great relationship with all the citizens
of my town, and every day I'm proud to put
on the uniform and do my best. I'm also very
well aware that that's not the case for many officers
across the country. But I can only do what I
do and believe that I do it well. Now. When

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I go into domestic cases, especially those that involve children,
I am unbelievably thorough with how I handle myself and
the situations I find myself in. I hope to god
I never find kids in that kind of situation again,
but I know, in this messed up world, it's bound
to happen somewhere or another. Every day I do put
on that uniform. I make an oath to myself that

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when facing any issue with my fellow townspeople, I will
always do the right thing in every circumstance. I know
this story doesn't sound super scary to everybody, but it
is when you see it and deal with it. It's
just as scary as pulling over a drunk driver knowing
the damage they could have caused, or in many cases
do cause I've seen lots of things. I've seen bodies

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nearly severed and a half after a car crash. I've
seen suicide scenes, and I've been involved in a lot
of investigations that most people couldn't handle. It doesn't make
me a superman, it makes me a good cop. I
can't unsee the things that I saw in that day
as a three year veteran of the police force in
my town, and it's a reminder to me every day

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that while sometimes things are sunny and great, others are
living under a dark cloud of terror and fear. My
only wish is that less of this would happen in
this messed up society we live in. Be safe out there,
and I implore everyone, if you see something, say something,
you might just make scary and terrible situations better for

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those involved. The office phantom submitted by Officer Keith. Love
your channel, especially love your first responder stories. I thought
I would keep that vein going with my story that
I've never really talked to many people about. I don't

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want anyone to think I'm crazy, and I have two
more years to go before I retire, and I'd like
to keep it that way. I am in my twenty
eighth year as a law enforcement officer. I've seen it all,
heard it all, been there, done that, but one thing
always sticks out in my head and probably always will
because I have no explanation for what happened. At the time,

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we still had partners in our vehicles, which over time
dwindled to one on one for cost saving measures or
whatever bureaucrats decide is the right thing for us to do. Frankly,
I wish I was still rolling with a partner, But
the power, or is it bee in the thinking from
up tops say otherwise, so be it. We're all in
our cars by ourselves. One night on routine patrol, though,

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my partner and I got a call of a break
in and an office building at a warehouse on the
edge of town. This place was sort of a recycling
factory for scrap metal, and I will be completely forthright
in saying the property did butt up next to a cemetery.
Maybe that explains things. The call came in around ten
thirty on a Thursday night. It was early fall, and

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we immediately thought about kids doing something in the cemetery
for a Halloween scare, and maybe their antics rolled over
onto the property of the office space. We got out
there and found the owner of the building in a
semi hysterical state. He said he was working late and
thought the entire place was locked up, but he kept
hearing noises and parts of the office that sounded like

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people moving around. He was a licensed concealed carry guy,
but he didn't have any firearms on him at the time.
He had done a routine check of all the spaces.
He didn't find anybody, but every time he went back
to his desk to do some paperwork, hear doors opening,
faint laughter, and objects moving about. We told him it

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was no problem to be there and we would look
around to see if we could scare out some kids
or some other trespasser who might be there for more
than holiday scares. His office was at the front of
the building, and there was a long hallway with offices
and other spaces all the way to the back on
each side. We told him to wait there. We would
check on things and then come back and talk to
him when we were done. We proceeded to walk down

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the hall after asking him if the office doors were open,
and he said yes, they were. Only the outside doors
were locked and there were no windows on the outside
of the building. The only ways in were the front
door and the emergency door to the rear. My partner
and I walked down the hall and opened each door
and checked inside each room. Some had desks and chairs,

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others were just storage areas, which we thoroughly looked through,
including all the closets the bathroom area.

Speaker 1 (01:49:02):
We checked everywhere.

Speaker 2 (01:49:04):
I noticed that it was a drop ceiling, and my
partner jumped up onto a desk and with his baton
pushed open a ceiling tile to look around to see
if anybody was up there fooling around.

Speaker 1 (01:49:14):
It was nothing.

Speaker 2 (01:49:16):
He got down and we looked at each other and shrugged.
That's when we heard the laughter. It was a lot
louder than what the guy had originally said he heard.
Maybe it's because we were in the back area when
he had only heard it from his office.

Speaker 1 (01:49:31):
That was just my immediate thought.

Speaker 2 (01:49:34):
We quickly moved out into the hallway, looking up and down,
trying to discern where the laughter was coming from. And
when I say laughter, this wasn't the pleasant laughter you
hear people make when they're at a comedy show or
watching their favorite sitcom. This was a creepy, high pitched laugh.
And when I thought about it, it sounded like that
funny looking kid in the movie Fright Night. He had

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that strange laughter, and that's what this sounded like, My
partner whispered to me. Kids and I nodded in agreement,
but we were both unnerved by the sound of that laughter.
As we stood in the hallway, we heard a large
bang from one of the rooms we had just checked.
It was one of the storage areas that just had

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an old desk in it, I mean one of those old,
big metal desks, but there was nothing else in the room.
We moved over to that door quickly and I opened
it and flicked on the lights. There was dead silence,
then all of a sudden, the big, heavy desk, which
was up against one wall, shot across the room and

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crashed into the far wall. We stood there watching it happen.
When it crashed into the wall, we heard that crazy
laughter again, now louder than ever. I calmly stepped backwards,
bumped into my partner, and then shut the door. I
looked at him and said, is this some kind of prank?

(01:50:57):
He told me to stay there, which I certainly didn't,
but it is what I did. I was now getting
pretty freaked out. He went back to get the property
owner and he brought him back to this room we
were standing outside of and asked if there were any hyjinks.

Speaker 1 (01:51:12):
Going on that we needed to know about.

Speaker 2 (01:51:15):
He shook his head and said he was the only
one there and nothing like this had ever happened before.
We told him we thought something funny was going on,
but we didn't tell him exactly what we had seen
and heard. I opened the door again and went right
over to the desk to see if there was any
kind of rope or something that could have pulled the
desk across the room. My partner and the property owner
stood in the doorway watching what I was doing. After

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a minute. I was satisfied there was no human manipulation
going on because there wasn't anything attached to the desk.
I turned and walked back towards the door. The sound
of the desk sliding back across the room to the
other wall behind me made me stop and look wide
eye at the two other men in the room. Then
came the laughter. I'm not this, but I literally jumped

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and ran towards the door, bowling into both guys. I mean, here,
we are supposed to be the stalwarts of justice, police officers,
not afraid of anything, and I'm acting like a kid
in a horror movie scene. We were back out into
the hallway and I closed the door. We heard the
laughter again and the sound of the desk shooting across
the room back into the far wall, where it crashed again.

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I didn't know what to do. My partner looked at
me with the same face of what the hell are
we supposed to do here? Then we looked at the
property owner and all three of us.

Speaker 1 (01:52:33):
Had that face.

Speaker 2 (01:52:34):
What the hell was going on? We slowly regained our
composure and I went back into the room and yelled
out if anyone was pulling a prank. They'd better get
their ass out where I could see them. Immediately, there
was nothing but silence. Then we heard a crash from
the room next to it. My partner ran over to it,
whipped open the door, and I heard him say, Holy

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Mary Jesus, that's not possible. I ran past the property
owner got to my partner's side as he was staring
and looking up at the ceiling. Remember this is a
drop ceiling. There was an office chair upside down, hanging
by itself like it was super glued to the ceiling.
We watched it as it slowly rocked back and forth

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a couple of feet towards the wall where the desk
had crashed. I put my hand on my partner's shoulder
and pulled him backwards towards me, and when he was
in the hallway, I closed the door. I said, I
think we all need to go back to the main office.
All three of us walked back to the property owner's
office and sat there for a minute. I then called

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my captain on his cell phone. I wasn't going to
broadcast this over the airwaves. I told him what was
going on and that he needed to get out here
to see this of course, he thought I was pulling
his leg, but I told him no, there's something very
strange going on here. We need another set of eyes.
Reluctantly said he would be out, and he showed up

(01:54:02):
about ten minutes later. After we were just hanging out
in the office. Of course, Home Base had been contacting us,
so we just said that we were still monitoring the
situation and would keep them abreast of what.

Speaker 1 (01:54:12):
Was going on.

Speaker 2 (01:54:13):
When my captain got there, he was already shaking his
head looking at us, and we told him again what
was happening. He said a lot about wasting his time
and that if there was no one in the building,
we just needed to wrap this up. He said, if
it is a ghost, we have no jurisdiction over ghosts,
and this was not our problem. We walked back down
the hall to the first room, where the desk was,

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and of course nothing happened. The captain looked at both
of us with a very pissed off look on his face,
and I had to reassure him that what we had
seen we had seen, and the property owner jumped in
and said, no, this has been going on all evening.
My captain went over to the desk and did the
same inspection I did. Then we told him about the

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chair again and we went to that room, but the
chair was now on all four legs in the middle
of the room. There was a very long, tense moment
where the captain didn't say anything. I could feel he
was getting ready to read us the Riot Act and
tell us to just get back into our car. When
the chair started to rock in place and then shot
across the room right at us. It didn't come through

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the door, but went right past my captain and smashed
into the wall next to him. The crazy laughter came again,
and he reacted the way I did. He jumped and
popped back into the hallway, almost knocking us over. He
shut the door, and the crazy laughter came again. He
motioned to us all that we should walk back down

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the hall to the main office, and we all went in.
After a pregnant pause, my captain looked at the property
owner and said, I advise you to go home for
the night. There's not much we can do here. We
deal in criminals, not in exorcisms. He then motioned to
my partner and I had to come outside with him,
and we followed. He said to mark this up as

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late night jitters, and that nothing was wrong with the building.
The property owner was safe and was advised to go
home for the evening. The property owner came out, turned
off the lights, locked the door, and looked at us
and said he was going home. My captain said, yeah,
that's the best solution to this scenario. The guy got
into his car and took off, and the captain told

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us to keep this to ourselves and not to mention
it to anyone. So I kept my mouth shut, and
so did my partner. Outside of him and my captain,
I've never told anyone this story. It's funny now that
years have passed, I think about what happened that night
and I kind of laugh. I have no idea if
spirits or whatever got bored of being in the cemetery

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next door and came over for some scares. But we
never got a call from that property again, and never
heard one way or another if the desk and chair
kept sliding around, and if there was any more crazy laughter.
Since this happened, the business has changed, but it's still there.
We've heard nothing else. As I mentioned, I've seen a
lot of crazy stuff in my line of work, and

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the many years I've been an officer, but nothing like
that night. I've just chalked it up to being part
of the unexplained and something I will never get an
answer for. Thanks for sharing my story.

Speaker 1 (01:58:13):
I don't have some. I don't I don't don't have some, No,
my some. I don't have no, I don't have no time,
don't don't, don't t

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