Listener Supported Volume 10

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Speaker 1 (00:02):
Hello, kitties, this is the Crip Keeper and you're listening
to Uncle Josh's true scary stories. Be careful what you
ask for, you may get it.

Speaker 2 (00:33):
The Guys and Robes submitted by Andy Kay. I never
shared the story with anyone, and seeing as how the
person who shared it with me is no longer alive, sadly,
I figured, what the hell? I found your channel last
week and I like it. It's pretty good. Oh, here
goes my story. I grew up with my friend Will

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since we were four. Our moms were friends, so therefore
we were too. I mean, we were inseparable, although we
had very different interests in a lot of ways, and
still we always hung out, got into trouble, went to
each other's games, double dated with our girlfriends, and we
were both in each other's weddings. What happened on this night, though,
is something that went down when we were in ninth grade.

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It was a Friday night and Will was going to
stay over at my house. My parents were going out,
so we figured we could sneak a couple of beers
in the garage and then have a cigar. Yeah, ninth
grade and smoking cigars, morons. It was about seven in
the evening when my parents took off and we were
just shooting some hoops in my driveway and having a
couple of cold Jenny lights. And this happened in a

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town outside of Rochester, New York. By the way. It
was late September, and a few weeks before this night,
a teenage kid around our age killed a girl and
her baby in the elementary school parking lot. And that's
a true story. If anyone wants to look it up,
just search for Palmyra, New York. Palmyra is also where

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Joeph Smith started the Mormons, but this kid was said
to have killed the two under satanic circumstances. I remember
there was a meeting at our school about it, and
everyone in the area was really freaked out about it.
Anyone from the late eighties and early nineties should remember
the whole everything is Satanic movement. But as far as
I was concerned, the kid was just crazy. But the

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Satanism thing stuck, and I was interested in the occult
like any normal person. So Will and I were starting
to feel that warm tingle from the beer and decided
it would be a smart move to take a couple
more and head down to the school yard. Where the
murders happened and kind of just look around. I got
a backpack and put some Jenny's in there, grabbed two

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flashlights in our Swisher sweets, and off we went, staying
in the shadows of the fault night. It took us
a little while to walk to the school, and we
wanted to sneak in and not just walk right in
under the main lights, and that would be a sure
way to have someone see us and call the cops.
On the way there, we were being morbid dorks, talking
about maybe we would find something gross from the murders

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or some real evidence of Satanic cult action. Yep, young,
dumb and totally disrespectful. We got to the school and
I remember saying, I don't even know where it happened.
I mean, how can we find anything? Will just said
we'll look around, and then he opened a beer. We
lit our cigars and walked around the school building looking

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for god knows what I mean, actually nothing. And we
sat down after a while and we're just talking about
these two girls. We liked. The hunt for Gore and
Satan took a back seat to the ladies. I was
starting to get pretty buzzed. After another two beers, and
we both started to laugh at everything we were saying.
I remember laughing so hard at one point that Will

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said to stop because he was going to throw up
as he couldn't stop laughing. Then I looked up into
some trees a little ways away from where we were.
We were leaning against the school. I saw it looked
like two guys standing in church robes. Now this wasn't
like a forest. There were houses right behind the trees.

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At first I thought it was someone trying to scare
us away as a joke, and I just burst out
laughing again. Will said to shut up and then looked
over saw them and he froze. Guy's got an axe,
was all he said, and was scrambling to get up.
Before I could do anything, Will started running for the

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street and I yelled, hey, wait up. I tripped over
my stupid backpack, and as I was getting up, the
two robed figures were walking towards me. I grabbed my bag,
got up and ran after Will. He was waiting at
the street. We looked back to see the two figures
standing right outside a parking lot light. We were scared

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as hell, even if it was someone just playing a prank.
And I said we needed to leave. We started walking
down the street really fast. We were in the villa
and everything was pretty much closed up for the night,
but we had to walk aways home and go over
Erie Canal to get back to my house. As we
were walking fast, I got a weird feeling that we

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were being watched as other cars went by. But when
I turned I saw a car slowly moving behind us.
There were no other cars behind whoever that was, so
they were taking their time. I mentioned it to Will.
He looked back and we kept moving faster, now freaking
out a bit more. It was dark. This car was
tailing us and it was creepy. I thought maybe it

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wasn't who we saw at the school, but Will said, man,
it has to be. We got to a bridge at
the canal and as we were crossing, the car sped
up and got right behind us and hit their brights.
I yelled and ran as fast as I could until
we got to the other side, and then I jumped
into the ditch, pulling Will with me. The car came

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up along us and the window rolled down and all
I could see it was the bottom half of a face.
It was a guy in robes in a really deep voice.
He said, go home and don't wander around at night.
Halloween is coming, you might be next to die, or
something like that. I can't really remember it word for word,

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but I do remember all he had to say was
we'd be dead. That I'm sure he said. The car
moved off, and we finally got the nerve to get
up and run back to my house. We ran up
the driveway and sat down in my garage looking at
the road, and we still had some beer in my
bag and we drank them, whispering over and over about

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what we had just seen. Every once in a while
the car would go by and we'd freak out. Finally
we went inside. Will said we should just watch some
TV and forget about everything. It was just a couple
of guys messing around trying to scare us. Well they did.
I was scared. I kept looking out the front window,

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and finally, around midnight, I saw what I was looking for.
At the edge of my yard, a car was parked
and two guys in their robes were standing there. One
held up an arm and pointed it at me as
I looked out the window. Then they got back in
their car and drove off. I ran to the phone,

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but Will pointed out that we had had some beers
and we should just let it go unless they came back.
We shut all the lights in the house off and
went to my room and just started talking again. Then
came a tap at my window on the second floor,
like some one throwing a pebble at it. Whoever it was,
I mean, how they know we were in there. All

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the lights were off, but these pebbles kept hitting the
window until I went over, opened the window and yelled
to get the hell away from us. I heard some
laughter and looked down. There was a guy in robes,
but he wasn't alone, and I looked up and saw
three more standing at a car at the road. Come

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on down, kid, he said, I'll make it quick, quicker
than the last kid. That was it. I slammed the window,
ran to our hallway phone and called the cops. They
came out just as my parents were coming home, and
we told everyone everything. No one believed us. They said
it was our imagination and thank god the beer had

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left our systems. But again we were told to just
knock it off and go to bed. Will and I
stayed up all night talking about this, but No one
came back and we never saw those guys and robes again.
I still don't know if it was just some dudes
messing around or something more sinister. Either way, that really
happened in a town known for creepy stuff happening. Urbek's

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jerks omitted by Brian d. A couple of years back,
my friends and I decided to do a little urban
exploring in a town about an hour away from us.
You may have heard of it. It's called Centralia, Pennsylvania.
A while back, a fire started, and no one really
knows how it happened, but it happened in the mind

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underground that basically runs under the entire town. The fire
is still burning and it's a very dangerous place to go,
and I will tell you that we did see law
enforcement out there. It was a completely abandoned town. I
mean all the buildings were still standing, but completely derelict.
There were businesses as well as homes. Entire town basically

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just up and moved. Some people, I guess, stayed for
as long as they could, but as far as I
know even they're gone now. Some of the roads are
all busted up due to the fire in the way
that the ground shifts. It's really a sight to see.
You can find pictures of it if you google it
right now. Anyway, we decided to see if we could
sneak around a little bit towards dusk, hoping there wouldn't

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be any local police to chase us out. We even
parked a ways up the main drag and walked down
so as to not arouse any suspicion. When we got
into town, we spent a lot of time taking pictures
of everything that we could, while dodging anyone we thought
might yell at us and tell us to leave. We
got to an empty home with an open back door

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and were shocked to see another group of people already
in the house. They were out doing the same thing
we were, just the urban x stuff. There were three
of us and four of them, all males on our
side and three guys and one girl on theirs. We
all exchanged names and talked about why we were there
and other places that we had checked out. They seemed

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really cool. We decided to explore the house together. My
friend Andy and I decided to start looking at things
in the basement. Most of the things of the family
who lived there were gone, but There were still odds
and ends here and there, some pretty creepy stuff that
you can see in the pictures on the internet, old
stuffed animals, toys, just a general mess. When we went

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down the rickety stairs to the basement, we noticed that
it was hotter down there. I'm going to stop here
and say I do not suggest anyone go to Centralia.
No do I endorse what we were doing. It's not
the safest of things to do, especially with the levels
of carbon monoxide and other stuff in the air. We
were just being dumb and decided to go down anyway.

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After a few minutes, our other friend Scott came down
with us and we were just going through some old
tools and taking pictures of the mess in the basement.
We heard the other people walking around upstairs and talking.
They thought we should go up there because it was
pretty sketchy in the basement and there wasn't really much
to see anyway. When we all turned around to head
back to the staircase, we heard the door at the

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top of the stairs close. Then we heard footsteps moving
quickly out of the kitchen area where the door to
the basement was. We went up the stairs and found
that the door was locked. It was hung towards us,
and we couldn't get it to Budge, I mean, all
three of us took turns trying to do it and
yelling to the other people to open the fucking door.

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We were met with silence. We had nothing but our flashlights,
and anger took over pretty quickly. We did our best
to try to kick out the door, but that didn't
do anything. Didn't work at all. We kept yelling for
the others, but soon realized they were no longer in
the house. Why the hell they closed the door on
us is a mystery that remains to this day. Not

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only was that not cool, it was unbelievably dangerous, and
had we not found a basement window that had been covered,
we would have been stuck down there. We were unbelievably
mad after trying to open the door, and when Scott
went back downstairs and discovered the window, he yelled for us.
We all got down there, stacked up some boxes to
get to the window, which opened freely. It didn't take

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long for all three of us to scramble out of
the window into the whatever kind of fresh air is
out there. Looked around to see where those other people
had gone, there was no sign of them. We were
really pissed at this point, determined to walk around and
try to find them. We figured it would be a
fair fight with three guys on three guys, but after
about forty five minutes of wandering around, we couldn't find

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them and decided we should probably just get the hell
out of there. Wackos that would do something like that
to strangers probably were capable of doing a lot more
once it got dark. We kept taking pictures on our
way out of town, and it was getting dark or quicker.
When we were within eyeshot of our car, I saw
two people standing near it and immediately pointed it out

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to my friends. It was clear whoever it was was
trying to get in, so we broke into a run
to catch them. As we got closer, we noticed that
two of the guys were two of the same that
were in the house with us, and I yelled something
like get the fuck away from my car, and that's
when they made a run for it into the brush
on the side of the road. When we got to

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my car, I was ready to go find the guys
and lay down some ass whooping, but my friends called
me out and told me. We really just needed to
get in the car and get the heck on the road,
so that's what we did. We just got out of
there until we realized we were driving the wrong way.
I did a U turn and went back the way
we had come, and as we were going through the
main intersection of town, I looked up the cross street

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and saw all four of them standing on the side
of the road. Without asking my friends, I turned the
car straight at them and hit the gas. I remember
hearing the girl scream and the guy's yell as I
barreled down onto them, swerving at just the last minute.
They all fell backwards as I started to turn around
for another pass, with my friends screaming at me to
cut it out, but I will be honest, they were

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laughing at the same time. As I made another pass.
All four of them ran behind some buildings and I
just kept going. I figured, Hey, they gave us a scare.
I gave them a scare. Now it was even in
time to go home. And again I don't suggest anyone
going out there or going into any of the buildings.
We were really stupid for doing what we did, and

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not just because of those people. You can get seriously hurt.
Out there, there's sinkholes, and again the fire is still burning.
You can see the smoke coming up from the ground
in a lot of places. If you do go, I
suggest staying above ground and taking pictures of that smoke.
If any of those people hear this, you're a bunch
of assholes. And part of me wishes I had clipped

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one or two of you with my car just to
get even, but I didn't, and you should feel lucky
you got away with nothing. People like that give urban
exploration a bad name. Hey, whoever you are, go fuck yourselves.
Turn of events submitted by Tyler. When I was growing up,

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we had this really cranky old man for a neighbor,
the kind of guy who yelled at kids and everybody
else if you so much as put a foot on
his front lawn walking by. He was mean as a
snake to everybody, including my parents and anyone else in
the neighborhood. If we were playing in our yard or
street hockey and he happened to be coming by in
his car, he would lay on the horns super loud,

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even out a couple of houses passed where we were playing.
It's not like he was letting us know he was
coming for safety. He was just being a jerk, and
we always saw him coming anyway. He was constantly complaining
to the town and calling the police on everything and
anything anyone did in the neighborhood. He would even complain
about people's Christmas lights, people trick or treating on Halloween,

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and god forbid you try to cut the grass when
he didn't think you should. He was just all around mean,
a mean old man. One day, I was home alone.
My parents and sisters were out doing something that I
didn't feel like doing. I don't remember exactly, it doesn't matter.
It could have been any number of a dozen things
I wanted nothing to do with. As a young male,

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I saw it as a chance to play video games
and chill out with the house to myself. My dog
was with me my bedroom as I was playing away,
and I thought I heard a noise downstairs, so I
went to check it out, seeing if my parents and
sisters came home, but no one was there. I went
back upstairs after grabbing a soda and kept playing and

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I heard something else. I did hear somebody walking around downstairs.
That's when I started to get nervous. I texted my
dad and he said that they were still out and
I told him I thought someone was in the house.
He said it was probably just my imagination. That's when
I heard a crash in my kitchen and the sound

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of someone scrambling about. I heard someone messing with my
back door and another struggle as I walked down there,
and a voice yelled out, stop, get on the ground.
The voice sounded familiar. I ran downstairs with my phone
ready to call nine one one and looked out into
my back deck. My dog was right by my side,

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and what I saw surprised me. The old man from
next door was standing on my back deck with a
shotgun in his hand and a really scraggly looking guy
lying face down on the deck. I called nine to
one one immediately before opening the back door, and I
told the police what was going on. They said they
would send someone right over and to stay on the line.

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I told them about the guy next door holding a
really creepy looking guy a gunpoint and they said stay inside.
Of course, what did I do. I opened the door
and the old man told me to call nine one one.
I told him that I had, and he was out
there with a shotgun. He gruffly said thanks, and kept
watching over the guy, who once in a while would
try to get up and the old man would yell

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out get back down. The police arrived and I told
them to come around the side of the house over
the phone, and the dispatcher relayed the information. They did
and yelled to my neighbor to put the gun down
and back up, and immediately came over and handcuffed the
creepy guy. Upon question, the old man said that he

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was out in his yard and saw this guy crawling
through our dog door. I mean, he was a pretty
big guy, and I can't believe he got through the
dog door. Once he got inside, he'd been rummaging around
in the house while I was upstairs. Unbeknownst to me,
he had grabbed a couple of things that were in
his pockets. While he was walking around. He knocked over
a crystal dish in my kitchen and then scrambled back

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out through the dog door. Why he didn't just open it,
I'll never know, but it didn't matter. He ran right
into the waiting shotgun of my cranky old neighbor. The
police hauled the guy off and thanked the old man
then they told me to call my parents and tell
them to come home immediately. I did, and when they
got there, the police continued to talk to my parents

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while I was still shaking. The old man actually cracked
a smile about how scared I was. Before the police
told him he could go home. He looked at me
and told me to be more alert. When I was
home by myself, he actually patted me on the sho
something I never thought he would do in a million years.
It was amazing that for all that jerky stuff he

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did in the neighborhood, he turned out to be a
really good guy when it mattered most. Sadly, he passed
away seven months after this happened. Over that time, we
learned he was a Vietnam vett who was struggling with PTSD,
and that's why he really was the way he was.
Looking back, I thank my lucky stars that he was
paying attention to our house when he was, and for

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helping me stop this creepy guy, not like I had
anything to do with it. It goes to show that
you never know what the chapters of a book hold
until you actually read it. I didn't stay home alone
for a long time after that, but I did forge
a relationship with the old man for the last few
days of his life. I'll never forget him saving me

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and showing me that he really was a nice guy
despite his behavior in the neighborhood. Somehow that moment of
goodness and kindness changed him. He never called the cops
or complained about anything again before where he passed. Wherever
he is, I can't thank him enough for watching out
for me. A very bad situation. Submitted by Tenuous Todd.

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Todd isn't my real name, and none of the names
using in this are real for the same reason everyone
wants to be someone anonymous on the internet. I grew
up in a small town in Tennessee in the mid
two thousands. Decent family, no crazy problems. My parents busted
their humps to provide for me and my sister. Both
of us were star athletes in high school, and both

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of us ended up going to college on full rides.
I played basketball. But I'm getting ahead of myself. Like
I said, growing up was good. Despite my parents working
all the time, they made it their business to make
sure me and my sister got good grades, were really
involved in school activities, and at least one of them
always came to our games. I did play football and baseball,

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but junior year gave them up to focus on hoop.
Most of my friends were also on the sports teams,
but two of my buddies from early on were not.
They really weren't into anything other than video games, but
we always got along and I hung out with them
a lot. Still in high school, they started smoking a
lot of weed and would come to my games and

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act crazy, getting the crowds fired up before usually getting
kicked out. Funny guys for sure. They soon became the
connection for the town when it came to pot and
when I went to college. They did graduate and they
moved in together. They also worked at a service station,
but that was more of a front for their selling.

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By my sophomore year, they had bought the station and
invested heavily in it and made it a good business
for a couple of twenty year olds. I saw them
on breaks and in the summer. It was the same
old thing, just goofing around. I stuck with beers, but
they were all out partiers. Chris had bought a house
with a giant yard in a pool, and Rick moved

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in with him. I never thought where they were getting
all the money, but I did find out later when
I was in college playing again. I'm not sharing what
school I went to. They would call all the time,
asking about my teammates and stuff like that. I kind
of figured out what they were looking for and realized
that they were not only dealing, but they were also

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running a pretty big book back home. Over time, they
had made a lot of connections in the sports world,
and the service station now became not just a front
for their drugs but for their gambling. My senior year,
I was getting a sniffets and pro options. I realized
even my little time hanging out with them was a
bad idea for my image, as the Scouts were on

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top of everything. Seriously, it was like the FBI or something.
It was a good thing that winner of their empire
came to an end. They got raided by locals and
Feds and it broke up their operation. I don't know
all the ins and outs of what happened, but they
gave up a lot of people to save their own butts.

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They had always been looked at as good guys, even
though everyone knew what they were doing, but they always
gave back to the community and were on boards and everything.
People look the other way, saying it was just weed
and some sports betting. I ended up taking a deal
to play in Europe with hopes of making some waves
to go pro in the States, and I learned a lot,

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mostly that I was not going to be an NBA star,
but I did get involved in some legitimate businesses and
an offer to bring one of them back to the States.
I did, and it was a reversal of fortune of sorts. However,
both Chris and Rick started hitting me up for money
or asking for it in exchange for drugs, which I
was not into. They were now living in a trailer

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on some rented land and really going downhill. I helped
them out a little, and I mean little, and it
was all handled through the mail, with signed receipts, you know,
personal loans for friends. My business took off and I
had opened up an office in Chattanooga, not far from
where I grew up, and it started thriving. I met
a woman, got married, and things were just rolling along

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in my life. I went home to visit my parents
and sister, and my dad asked me about Chris and Rick.
I really hadn't seen them or spoke to them in
a few months, and they hadn't hit me up for
cash in quite some time. It was Christmas time and
Chelsea and I were going to stay with my parents
for the holidays. She was from Portugal. She and my

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mom went out shopping and my dad was going to
my uncle's cabin to hunt. I used to hunt, but
was not down with it for whatever reason that day.
That afternoon, I went to a local watering hole after
doing some shopping of my own. It's a little town,
but we do have some cool mom and pop shops
with unique gifts. But this is where my story gets bad.

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Sorry for the backstory, but I wanted everyone to know
a little bit about my friends and how they stayed
in my life. So I went into the place around
four o'clock for a beer and a sandwich and to
shoot the shit with all the old timers who were
all into basketball. They all remembered me in my high
school and college days and were asking about my dad,
you know, just the usual small town stuff. A little

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while later in comes you guessed it, Chris and Rick.
They looked awful, skinny as hell, gray skin that seemed
to be hanging on their bones, and they were wearing
dirty clothes and smelled like hell. Of course, they saw
me and started yelling and going crazy. They were drinks,

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and I could tell the old timers were not too thrilled.
Chris and Rick were already messed up on something, and
they were talking so fast I could barely keep up
with them as the afternoon turned into evening. At one
point they both went to the bathroom and came out
much quieter. They kind of stopped talking and just either
stared at the TV or looked at one another. I

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had stopped at two beers and was ready to go
home when Chris asked me if I could give them
a ride. He also said he had something he'd been
wanting to give me, a gift from his bookie days.
He said he had assigned Rick nash jersey, my favorite player.
I knew they likely had no ride home and said,
I don't need the jersey, but I will take you home.

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We all got into my Volvo, and right away I
thought it was weird that they both got in the
back seat. Normally guys fight over shotgun, but they just
drunkenly got in and didn't say a word other than
where the trailer was. Chris gave directions, slurring his words,
and I really didn't want to be there. All of
a sudden, they both went silent again and we pulled

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down a dirt road to their trailer. I parked and said,
here you go, guys, happy holidays, thinking I could get
out of going inside, but Chris insisted that he get
this jersey. Like an idiot, I followed him inside while
Rick went over to a shed a little ways away
from the trailer. The place was a dump and smelled

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worse than them. I mean the entire thing was filled
with empty beer and liquor bottles, dishes, crap all over
the place. It was like that Horder show. I mean,
just super gross. Chris said the jersey was in his room,
and he made his way through the filth and disappeared.
I stood there for a few minutes, wanting to leave,

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but not be a dick. And that's when I noticed
I didn't hear him rummaging around anymore. Things had gotten quiet.
That's when I got the feeling I should get the
hell out of there right away. I turned and went
out the front door, and as I stepped down from
the trailer, I heard a noise from the shed, and
out stumbled Rick. He had a flashlight and something else

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in his hand that I couldn't see. A bunch of
smoke came out from the door and he stepped over
to me, and I could smell something burning or scorching him.
It was just really bad. It reaked. Is good to
see you home, he said, and laughed this crazy laugh.
I just said, well, yeah, but I gotta get going,
and he said, nah, I think you need to stick

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around a little while, and he held up this glass
pipe thing. Go on, hit it, man. I had never
seen meth before, let alone smoked it. And I just said, no, thanks, brother.
That's when Chris's voice came from behind me and said,
that's not nice, turning down our hospitality. I turned and

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he was holding a shotgun, and it was not looking
very friendly anymore. Smoke that shit right now, he said,
and held up the gun. I nearly shit my pants.
In a fair fight, I knew I could take both
of them in the shape they were, but when I
saw that Rick had a knife as well, I knew
this was bad. You're gonna smoke that, Give me the

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keys to your car, and give me your fucking wallet.
Said Chris. They had zero options. My car was behind
me and my mind was spinning. They kept walking slowly
towards me, Rick still holding out the pipe. Thing, talk
your way out of this, I kept saying to myself,
just stall. They were both within striking distance, and I said, look, guys,

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you can have my wallet and i'll leave, but I
can't share your stuff with you. Chris just laughed and said,
you're gonna smoke it now, basketball boy. Rick handed the
pipe to me and stood with the knife at the ready.
They were both laughing this crazy laugh, and I said, guys,
I don't know how to do this. Chris reached into

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his pocket and at that moment, I have no idea
why I did what I did. I spun as hard
as I could and smashed this glass pipe against his forehead,
part of it getting into his left eye. He screamed
and blood started coming out of his eye, and Rick
just stood there. Chris let the show drop and again

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out of nowhere. I thought to kick it as far
away as I could. He just kept yelling. Rick was
looking at him, saying, dude, you okay, dude, you okay.
I took that chance, ran to my vovo jumped in
started it up. The last thing I saw was the
two of them in the headlights as I slammed it
and reversed turned it around on the grass, and I

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heard a thud on the back window. They had thrown
something at me. I got back to the main road
as quick as I could, and I looked at my hand.
It was bleeding really bad, so I grabbed a hat.
I hat on the front seat and wrapped it around.
We didn't have a hospital in town, but there was
a sheriff's outpost, so I flew up there and ran
up to the door. Thankfully, the sheriff was in. I

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quickly told him what had happened, and he said he'd
call ems to look at my hand, and was worried
about whatever was in the pipe getting into my body.
He made a call to the other sheriffs and a
bunch of them went out to Chris's place while I
got looked at. They found them both completely strung out
on meth and Chris had a ruptured eyeball. He kept

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saying my name and that I attacked him and he
wanted me arrested. Yeah. Right at the end of this,
both did get arrested for all kinds of drug stuff.
I didn't bother pressing any charges, as they really didn't
do anything to me other than threaten me. They were
already in enough trouble as it was the way I
saw it anyway. That night, I got bandaged up and

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the Sheriff's told me to go have a doctor take
a look at it the next day, and I just
went home, still shaking up and scared out of my mind.
Chelsea and my mom freaked out when they saw the
blood on my sleeve and on my hand. I told
them the whole story and then grabbed a stiff Scotch
to calmm down. Long story short, both of those guys

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went to jail, and a bunch of stuff that they
had squeaked out from their last brush with the law
was revoked and stiff prison time came their way. And
I put it all behind me and enjoyed the hollow
days before going back home and going to work. I
kind of put it out of my mind until this
past summer. I got a Facebook friend request from Chris.

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He sent me a message that said Steve Nash was
a great player, how are you? I deleted it. Chelsea
and I have three kids now, and live in Tampa.
My parents just moved to Naples. I haven't been back
home since, and I don't ever plan on it. The

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babysitter submitted by tarn. When I was about ten years old,
my regular babysitter could no longer watch me. I was
an only child and my parents did a lot of
stuff with me, but every once in a while they
would go and do things on their own, so someone
needed to watch me. My babysitter for a number of
years was a teenager named Kelly, who was awesome. She

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always made me popcorn and let me watch a little
later than she was supposed to before I had to
go to bed. Kelly always had games and was just
a lot of fun, and I liked when she got
to watch me. But when she was a senior in
high school, she had to stop watching me because she
had so much going on. As she was graduating, my
parents looked for a new babysitter for me and ended

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up picking a guy who was the son of one
of my parents' friends. I'll call him Jack. Jack was
also really cool. It was a little different having a
guy watch me a little girl, but he did a
lot of the same things that Kelly did and always
made me laugh. He also told me about a lot
of rules that I never thought of in preparation of
when I would be staying home alone. My parents had

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been talking about that, and he told me all about
locking the doors and not answering the phone and stuff
like that. He really did have an interest in my safety,
but like anyone, he ended up making a mistake that
was not so good. One Saturday night, my parents were
going out and Jack was coming over at dinner time.
He had a bunch of things planned for us, and

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I was excited to see him. We had dinner and
watched some TV while playing Sorry. It came to bedtime
and he had me wash up, brush my teeth, and
get into bed, and then let me read with my flashlight.
He reminded me that he'd be right downstairs, and I
just went to reading. I fell asleep and woke up
in complete darkness. I didn't know what time it was,

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but for whatever reason, I just felt like something was wrong.
I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and looked
around my bedroom and saw a dark shadow in the
corner by my desk. At first I thought it was
Jack and said, Hey, what's going on, but the shadow
shape didn't do anything. I must have been really tired,
because I fell back asleep and woke up in the morning.

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My parents were making breakfast, and I went downstairs and
told them what I had seen the night before, and
they told me it must have just been a dream.
I figured they were right and forgot about it. The
next time, Jack had to babysit me, though, the same
sort of events took place. I went to bed and
woke up in the night, but this time the shadow
was closer to my bed and was actually picking up

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the sheets at my feet. Immediately, I thought I was
still asleep again, but then the shadow figure moved touched
my leg and rubbed up my shin. Now I was scared,
but couldn't find my voice to yell, and in the dark,
the shadow's hand kept creeping up my leg. I finally

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mustered a leave me alone, but the shadow figure just
searched me and kept moving its hand closer to the
space between my legs and tummy. Now I really yelled out,
and the figure backed up and went out of my
bedroom door and closed it. I was so scared I
couldn't move. Finally, I began yelling for Jack, but he

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didn't come right away. I got my courage up and
went to my door and opened it, and there was
nothing in the hallway. So I creeped down stairs and
heard the front door open and closed, and then I
heard the tea ego on. I yelled out for Jack
again and heard someone get up in my living room
and I ran downstairs. It was Jack and he asked

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if everything was okay. I told him what had happened,
and he got a strange look on his face and
he said, well, you're okay now, why don't you just
stay with me until you calm down. He got me
a glass of water, and I sat on the couch
with him under a blanket as he asked me questions
and tried to keep me calm. I eventually did calm down,

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and he took me back upstairs to my room to
show me that no one was in there. Jack did
seem a little off, though, and I do remember that,
even being so little. I went back to sleep and
woke up the next day and told my parents that
the shadow thing was in my room again. Once again.
They said it was probably a dream, and I told
them that Jack told me the same thing after he
checked and there was nothing in there. The next time

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I needed a babysitter, Kelly had come back. I didn't
really know why she was doing it, but I was
super happy to see her. I asked my parents about
Jack and where he'd gone, and they said that he
wouldn't be able to see me or be my babysitter anymore.
I didn't care. Kelly was awesome. I only had her
as a babysitter for another year and then was left
on my own when my parents went out, or I

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would go to a friend's house or whatever. When I
was graduating from high school and getting ready to go
to college, I asked my parents whatever happened to Jack.
They looked at each other and finally told me the truth.
Jack had gotten into some trouble for assaulting a friend
of his. He had beaten him so bad that Jack
had to go to prison for teenagers for a little while.

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The two nights that things happened in my room were
nights that Jack had made a bad decision to sneak
out of my house to be with his girlfriend. He
had asked a friend to fill in and just sit
in the house living room to make sure that nothing
happened while he was gone, but it did because the
guy had gone into my room and then done the
things that he did. Thankfully, he didn't do anything more

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than touch my legs, but it could have been really,
really bad. I didn't realize it at the time, but
I was literally seconds away from being touched by an
adult in my own bedroom. Made me sick to even
think about it. That second night, when I yelled for
the shadow to leave, Jack was just coming back from
seeing his girlfriend and the guy had left after I

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told Jack what had happened. Jack waited until the next
day and confronted the guy, and when he found out
it was true, he beat the living hell out of him.
I think a tire iron was involved. Jack got arrested,
and I never knew anything about it. When I look back,
I was angry, and certainly at the time too. I mean,
I'd found out that Jack had done what he had done,

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knowing that he was just being a stupid guy and
wanting to get laid. He had no idea that his
friend was the way he was, and when he found out,
obviously he snapped. I've never heard or seen anything about
Jack since then. Now that I have kids on my
own I am crazy vigilant about vetting their babysitters or
anyone who's around my kids. Not because of Jack, but

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because of the people that Jack was friends with. Part
of me is happy that Jack did what he did.
I mean, sickles like that should not be left with kids.
And while that was Jack's fault that had happened, I
know in his heart he would never have wanted it
to happen that way. Keep your family safe and really
check out anyone who's going to watch your kids. The

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creepy Box submitted by Anatoles first. In two thousand and two,
I moved from Houston, Texas to a small town in Nebraska.
I moved there to take over my uncle's painting business,
as I was tired of the work I was doing
and wanted to get out of Texas. I figured this
was a good opportunity for me, as my uncle was

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ill and he had no one to take over Hintley's,
none of the guys on his crew he trusted. Both
of my cousins had unfortunately passed to way in a
car accident earlier in my uncle's life. They were older
than me and I only saw them at family events,
but my uncle and I, for whatever reason, had a
good relationship after they were gone, and that was the
genesis of me taking over his business. A couple of

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summers in high school and a couple more in college,
I actually lived with him, working on his crew. So
there I was on my own in a town that
I was not super familiar with and certainly didn't know anyone.
Leaving a city the size of Houston to an area
like this certainly was a shock, but I did like
it there. I mean I still lived there country living

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ha ha ha. I had found a small house to
rent on a pretty rural street. I didn't even meet
my neighbors for the first couple of weeks. Most of
them were farmers and obviously busy during the days. I
was also busy trying to maintain clients for the paint company,
as well as taking care of jobs that were outstanding.
The only person still left on the crew was a

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guy named Roy, who was a really good guy. He
was in his thirties and his family often had me
over for meals and over to small events or parties
they were having. Good guy still is. One fall afternoon,
I came home from work and saw a box on
my front porch. There was no postage or anything on it,
just a label with my name. I figured maybe one

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of my neighbors had dropped it off and just picked
it up and went inside. When I opened it later
that evening, it was empty. There was nothing in there,
but it had been taped shut all around. I thought
it was odd, but didn't dwell on it for very long.
I figured I would ask people if they had dropped
something off and forgot to give me something whenever I
saw them. A couple of days later, there was an

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envelope in my mailbox, with no postage on it either.
I opened it right away, and inside, in really bad
childlike handwriting, was two sentences. One said, bury the box
to keep it away. The other sentence said, I'm not kidding.
To this day, I have no idea what that meant

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or what was about to happen. I have zero explanations.
This time I did go for a drive to my
three closest neighbors and asked them about the box, but
I didn't bring up the envelope for the first two
and my last visit I did, and my neighbor Chuck,
said he had no idea what that was supposed to mean.
I laughed and said, maybe my house is haunted. And

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he also laughed and said the only scary thing that
ever happened in that house was the original owner's wife
getting drunk, running out into the yard, laughing and naked
while her husband chased her around with a garden hose.
I went home feeling better about things with that laugh
in my head. But when I pulled up in the
dark to my porch, I saw another letter sticking out

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of my mailbox. I grabbed it and went inside and
opened it again, no postage, and the weird writing said
this is no joke bury the box. At this point
I was thinking someone was playing a joke on me,
maybe even my neighbors, maybe even Roy. I called Roy
and said, ah, funny joke and told him, hey, I

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got your letters in the box, But there was silence
on the phone. He said, slowly, I have no idea
what you're talking about. That certainly isn't me playing a
joke on you. That night, I sat on my back
porch having a beer and what was now getting pretty
chilly in the late fall night, and thought about the
box and those letters. It shouldn't have been bothering me

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as much as it was because it was awfully silly,
but living alone and still being fairly new to the area,
I was a little bothered that someone knew when I
wasn't home and was having some fun or trying to
scare me. The next day after work was a Friday,
and I came home a little later after stopping at
a bar for something to eat in a couple of beers.

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When I got home, it was around eight or eight
thirty and there was a bigger Manila envelope popped up
against my front door. No postage, same creepy feel. I
opened it up on the porch and there were a
bunch of white letter sized envelope inside, all saying the
same thing in that weird handwriting. Most of them said

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bury the box right now, and others saying you'll be
sorry if you don't. At this point I called the
sheriff and told them what was going on, and they
were pretty cool about sending someone over. I assured them
that I didn't fear for my life or that kind
of thing, but they said they wanted to take a
look anyway. When they got out to my house, I
had everything laid out on my coffee table and invited

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them in to take a look. There were two sheriffs,
one older and one younger, and the younger one was
completely disinterested and said just throw this stuff out and
don't worry about it. But the older one said, hang
on a second. He lived in this area all his
life and started to think if any strange people were
around that would do this. I mean, every town, especially
little towns, has the village idiot and the town crazy guy.

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He said he was going to follow up with them
to make sure that they weren't driving all the way
out into the country just to play a joke on me,
but he wanted to make sure they left, saying that
they would call me when they had more information or
would stop back out. So later that night, I watched
TV until I decided to hit the sack, and as
I was getting ready for bed, I was looking out

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my back window onto the large yard that stopped at
a group of trees, not a forest, just a group
of trees that kind of marked the end of the
yard line. I swear I saw a dark shape out
there in the moonlight, and I went over to my
closet and got my shotgun. I picked up a flashlight
and in a fit of bravery, went out into the
yard to see if there really was someone out by

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the trees. When I got there, there wasn't anyone, but
there was another envelope. It just had an X on it,
and then that strange writing said, bury the box here,
bury it tonight. I can't protect you any longer. I
stood there looking around and didn't hear see anything. There

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was no way the shape that I saw I could
have gotten away in the moonlight and in that wide
open area that surrounded my house. I got a very
creepy feeling and went back inside and looked at the box,
still sitting on my coffee table. I debated back and
forth for a while and finally decided, Okay, screw this.
Let's bury this damn box and see what happens. I mean, really,

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at the worst of it, what could happen. Nothing. It
was a bunch of silliness, but at least it might
get whoever was doing this off my back. I took
pictures of everything, and then went out to my shed
and got a spade. I walked back to the tree,
and in the general vicinity of where I'd found the letter,
I cut a huge square shape out of the sod.

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I figured I would do that and market so that
if I came back and anything had happened to the box,
I would know where it had been, and I would
also be able to replace the turf easily. I dropped
the box, still empty, into the hole, placed some dirt
around it, and then topped it off with the chunk
of sod that I had carefully cut out in the
shape of a square. I stood looking at it, feeling

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like a complete idiot, and then just went back inside.
I fell asleep and had crazy dreams of being chased
by a dark shadow all through the town of which
I had moved to. I mean, you know how dreams
are all scattered. I started off at my house, but
suddenly it was downtown and in front of a church.
Whatever this thing was was chasing me, but it would

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stop every time I stopped. I woke up in a sweat,
and it was around four point thirty in the morning.
The box rapidly came back into my head and I figured, Okay,
screw this, I can't wait any longer. I'm going to
go out and check on this damn box. I grabbed
my shotgun, spade and flashlight and went back to the trees.

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I looked for my mark, and then carefully pulled up
the turf. The box was still there, and I breathed
the sigh of relief, but there was something dark red
and sticky on top of it. I opened up the
box after pulling it out, and it was heavy and
there was something in there. Now I was pretty scared,
and I pointed the flashlight down as I opened the

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box to find a very bloody deer heart. I almost
dropped it, but I caught myself. I looked around and
didn't see or hear anything, and now was really freaked out.
I put the box back in the ground, reburied it
with the turf, and then ran inside. I immediately called
the sheriff and told them what had happened. It was

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not the same guy that I talked to, but they
had obviously been talking about it at the station because
he was familiar with what was up. He said he
was calling the other sheriff and they would be out
at first light. When they got there, I led them
to the box, sheepishly, telling them what I had done,
and both of them had grins on their faces. For
a second, I thought maybe they were in on this

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great joke, but their faces became grim when they pulled
up the turf and looked at the box. The blood
was still on the outside of it, but the heart
had been removed. There was a bloody envelope in it,
and the sheriff picked it up with a gloved hand.
He opened it up and in the same crazy handwriting
were the words you are safe for now. That about

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did it for me, and I said I didn't know
what to do. The sheriffs went took everything that had
been at my house and said they were going to
have some forensic people look at it, but it would
take some time as they were not equipped to do
that in town. I didn't care. I just wanted that
stuff out of my house and out of my life.
I did register a complaint, but I knew that wasn't
going to go anywhere. I didn't hear back from the

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sheriffs for about two weeks, and when they finally did call,
they said there was nothing they could find, no fingerprints
or anything like that. Nothing had been dropped off at
my house meanwhile, and I didn't get any more boxes
or letters. I told them I was just going to
chalk it up as to someone having fun at my expense.
I stayed in that house for another two years and

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nothing happened. I eventually fell in love with a woman
from the town, and we decided to get married and
moved to another home we were going to purchase. One night,
she was helping me pack up, as it would be
my last night in the house before it was going
to be rented to someone else. It was about nine
thirty at night and we were just finishing putting everything
into my pickup truck, as the movers had already taken

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everything else that I had owned to our new place.
I was standing in the cool spring air having a
beer with my soon to be wife, and she looked
down and said, Hey, what is that At the lowest
step of my porch was an envelope. My heart went
to the floor and I went over and picked it up.
The lettering on this one just said, see, I told

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you I'd keep you safe. We decided to not stay
there that night and went to her parents' house before
we were getting the keys for our place. The next day,
called the sheriffs and let them know what happened. Is
sort of a follow up, but even they kind of
forgotten what had happened. I mean, it had been two
years we moved to our new house, and everything has
been awesome since. I mean, nothing strange has happened here

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in the almost twenty years we've lived out here. All
in all, I got a very strange scare out of
this that I can share with my friends and family.
I did ask my uncle if he had ever heard
about anything like this stuff, but by this time, the
illness that had caused him to give me his business
was taking its toll. But he did say he'd never
heard anything like that before. I thought i'd share the

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story with you. Not as freaky as other stories on
your channel, but this one still sits with me because
I still have no idea who was watching me or
my house and why they were doing what they were doing.
They kept saying that they were protecting me, and maybe
they were, but I much more would have appreciated someone
just saying, hey, welcome to the neighborhood. We keep an

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eye on everyone here. To ever who did what they did.
I hope you got your jollies. I certainly didn't the
people in the van. Submitted by Jen Y, My story
takes place in a smallish city, a university town in Canada.
It was summer, so much quieter than during the school year,

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and reason I felt like I could do what I did,
but I did regret it quickly. I lived in an
apartment building in a group of buildings and decided it
was a large grocery store, and just past that a
convenience store, just past that a video store. It was
two thousand and three, so we still went and rented
copies of movies when they came out. The big box

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store closed at eleven PM, but the convenience and movie
stores closed at midnight. I was in my apartment around
eleven thirty and my roommate decided to go to her
boyfriend's place, so I found myself alone with the TV
to myself, and I looked out the window overlooking the
parking lot of the big box store. It was completely empty,
but the other stores just passed it were open and busy,

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so I thought I'll grab a movie, some snacks, and
enjoy my time alone to the fullest. I grabbed some
cash and took off to the stores, planning my evening
filled with snacks and whatever I wanted to watch. I
went to the video store first and took my time
and left with maybe five it's left to get snacks
at the store on the way home. I ran over,

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went in, grabbed a bunch of stuff, went to the
register and paid, and left. They were locking the door
as I left. When I got outside, it was so
dark without the lights of the stores. My house felt
like a mile away, although it was close. I mean
I could see it. I felt anxious walking through the
deserted parking lot, so I took the long way on

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the sidewalk and felt a little safer. I was just
about to go past the fence that separated the parking
lot in our apartment buildings when a mini van drove
by me. The people in the van were obviously pointing
and yelling and making it obvious to me they were
pointing me out to the driver. The driver reacted, but
luckily not immediately. He did a quick left turn at

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the lights behind me and drove at full speed to
the parking lot to the exit where the fence was
or I was still standing. I got the fuck out
of there and ran to my apartment, which was the
first one. I opened the door and ran up three
flights of stairs to my apartment. I didn't turn on
any lights and ran to the living room window overlooking
the parking lot. The van had stopped right where I

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had been standing, and several people, at least six of them,
were out of the van, walking in every direction from
where I was. They were obviously talking and looking for me.
These people were out there looking for me. I had
no idea why, I had no idea who they were,
and let me tell you, I did not want to
find out. I don't know what would have happened if

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they hadn't spotted me almost literally outside my door, or
if I lived in the next building over, I might
not have even made it, as it's hard to outrun
a vehicle. I had never heard of any random attacks
in that area, but I often wonder if maybe I
would have been the first. I should mention that we
have a very transient population. Anyway, I did a full

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snack check of my house prior to eleven p m.
Every night for the rest of my lease, and then
I moved to an even sketchier neighborhood. But that's a
story for another time. My Stories submitted by Alex B.

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This story takes place in a new Mexican town called Alamagordo.
It's a smaller town in the south, very old, and
one part of it is known for being very haunted.
My dad was a police officer there for a long
time and would often get called to the downtown area
for strange occurrences that couldn't be rationally explained. For example,

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there was one business there that, after being locked up,
would have every door opened from the inside with nothing
being taken, nothing vandalized, and the alarm not sounding, even
though the owner swears he armed it. My experiences were
in this part of town. As a teenager, I would
help my mom and her work in a former sheriff's
office that now serves as a probation office. I would

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help her file paperworker keep her company after hours. There
was something about this office that was a magnet for
all kinds of paranormal activity. And as another note would
be important later, is that the upper office, and I
say upper because the upper and lower offices are separated
by two small steps, just seem to house more benign

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spirits or whatever they were, and the lower offices would
have a more malevolent presence. In my early adulthood, I
was a probation officer in the same office, so I
would put my time here around five years or so,
and I'll start at the beginning. When my mom worked there,
very little would happen during working hours. People would be

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in and out, typing on the computers, sending factses, regular
work stuff. Everybody was usually gone by five, and I
swear at five oh one the place would really come alive. Footsteps,
copy machines turning on by themselves, even a growling noise
that I heard a few times. My mom would always

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try to avoid working late alone. The two stories that
she told me that stand out the most was one
time where she was working late, typing on the computer
when she felt a presence. She looked up and standing
at the front of her desk was a man plain
as you and me, wearing old West style clothes, just
looking at her. She said that she felt no fear

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of him and just went back to typing. Then realized
what had happened, and when she looked up, he was gone.
She left shortly afterwards, but not feeling afraid. The other
story was the time that she was just getting into
her car right as the sun was going down. She
caught a glimpse of a shadow nearby, and when she looked,

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it was rising above a trash can, looking like a
large man and floating towards her car. This one did
scare her, and as she was leaving, the shadow was
following close behind until she left the parking area. There
is more from her time there, but nothing too sad, Gary.
The next part of my story is a few interesting
things that came from us meddling with the office after hours.

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Nothing truly terrifying, but definitely some weird things happening. One Halloween.
My mom, my brother, and a couple of his friends
and I went there, bringing with us some very amateur
versions of the tools from ghost hunters. Because my mom
was part of the underage drinking prevention program, she had
a thermal camera. Why this was needed for her work

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and how she justified getting it through the county I'll
never know, but we had one and it was pretty cool.
We also brought a psychic circle, which is a budget
friendly and I dare I say, less evil version of
the wig aboard, but it worked. So the first thing
that we did was break out the psychic circle and
ask the usual questions. That was weird because as it

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answered questions, the glass that you hold would spin on
the board, causing people to have to take their hands
off of it as it moved, so no one could
really messing with it, as we never had much time
with our hands on the thing. The other weird thing
about that was the fact that you could tell when
you had a different personality on the other end. It
would go from moving slowly, almost politely, using polite and

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encouraging words, to very fast and chaotic, aggressive in a
way and using threatening words. It would often slide very
quickly and aggressively off the board and towards my mom.
It would go from nice to threatening systematically. It was
pretty weird. The feeling in the room would change too,

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literally hot and cold, scary and calm. What it said
I can't remember. What I do remember is the general
feeling surrounding the different personalities we would get. After we
were done with this, we wandered around the office one time,
seeing a door open and close on its own. It
did this for a minute or so, and the really

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scary thing that happened that night was in a small
room occupied only by a chair. The room felt strange,
but nothing was really happening there. It just felt off,
so we looked around, seeing nothing of interest, until we
brought out the thermal camera. Once we looked through it,
the chair was hot. It literally looked like someone was

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currently sitting in it. The whole room was blue, except
for that chair. It was orange and red. Nobody could
have been in that chair for at least six hours,
yet there it was glowing on the camera. Okay, so
now that I've shared a few things about that, I'll
get to the part that still scares me when I
think about it. Fourteen years later. I began working there

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shortly after school. I began working there shortly after high school.
I took over my mom's position when she left to
become a teacher. Since I was independent of everyone else
and afraid of screwing it up, I'd often stay late
after everybody went home. A lot would happen the moment
that everyone left. Footsteps were the most common, but they

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wouldn't even scare me. They were such a common occurrence
to obvious footsteps just outside my office, going up and
down the hall almost constant. I didn't like going into
the lower offices when no one was there for one
almost one hundred percent of the time, the second I
stepped foot down, there a computer or copier or light
or something would turn on every damn time. Also, the

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feeling was not good, and it wasn't cool or scary.
It was miserable. The feeling in that lower office was sadness, hate,
and simply put evil. It's hard to describe, but it
would make you feel sick. I mean, just bad in
a general way. Something strange that happened on a time

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I was there a few minutes late. My girlfriend came
to visit, and as we were talking, I felt a
gentle shake on the headrest of my chair, and I
swear it felt like a polite way of telling me, Hey,
it's after five our time, Now off you go. So
we just left. All right, I'm dragging the story out.
I'll get to the good part. This part goes back

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to when I was a teenager. My friend and I
were at the office because my mom was working late,
very late, around nine in the evening. Well, my mom
was typing in the office. He and I were kicking
a stress ball around in the hall and we were
bored and just entertaining ourselves. My mom asked us to
stop because the more noise we made, the more that
she would get a bad feeling in the office. It

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was like we were pissing something off. Soon we felt
it too, and it did get worse. Soon we were scared.
My mom decided it was time to leave, and as
we were about to walk out, I heard growling coming
from the lower office, literal growling. It sounded exactly like
my dog Buster. He was an asshole and growled a lot,

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but he wasn't there. And then suddenly the growling stopped.
But there was a light on in the very back
of the lower offices that wasn't on before. That was
a very confident, big kid at seventeen, I'm not afraid
of much, so my mom asked me to go and
turn the light off. No one else had heard the growling,
and I didn't mention it. So there I went down

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to the lower office, completely dark besides the one light
in the back office. A strange feeling came over me.
Fear was there, sure, but this was a feeling like
I couldn't move, as if my brain was telling my body, Nope,
you can't walk, so don't try. But I could walk,
so I plodded forward, slowly and deliberately. As I got

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closer to the office, the feeling grew and it mingled
with dread. I finally made it there, and I poked
my head into the office and reached for the light
switch when I saw something swaying out of the corner
of my eye. I turned and looked, light still on,
and saw a man a noose around his neck. It
looked as though he had his tongue and eyes ripped out,

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and somehow I'd been set on fire. His skin was
dark and burned, eye sockets empty and blod and as
I looked directly at him, he turned his head down
towards me, as if he was looking at me with
the sockets where his eyes used to be. I caught
his gaze for a fraction of a second before I
turned and ran. I didn't say anything, and my mom

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and friend saw the look on my face and took
my running as a sign to get the hell out
of there. I'll never forget that thing. Days later, I
told my mom what I saw, but she didn't believe me.
Even though she'd seen things, she couldn't believe what I saw.
That is until years later, after she stopped working there.

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She and an old co worker were talking about how
strange that place was when her co worker told her
a story very similar to what I saw. After that
she did some research into the area. The old courthouse
across the street was one of the first buildings in
that town where we used to work. Used to be
a saloon. People would be tried in that courthouse, sentenced

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to be hanged, and the bar patrons would watch. Some
of these hangings would involve setting the person on fire
and cutting out their eyes. I don't know what it
was about that building. Nothing paranormal outside of it has
ever happened to me, but I know that some places
hold on to things, and I know the feeling of
pure evil thanks to this place. The building's no longer standing,

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it was torn down to make a parking lot, but
the memories of that place will stay with me forever.
Just know it's only me. Submitted by Jacqueline C. Growing up,
I was always fond of scary stories in the supernatural,

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mostly thanks to my grandma. When she visited, I looked
forward to trips to the public library, where we would
find a quiet corner to sit in and she would
read me all the scary story books every time. In Spanish,
scary stories became something we bonded over. Every time she visited,
I would ask her Grandma, could you tell me a
scary story? And we would end up staying up late

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into the night sharing scary stories. I was my grandma's favorite.
She'd always have a story or a song for me.
As an adult, I've grown to appreciate all that time
we spent together in storytelling mode. She would tell me
all kinds of scary stories, as told by her friends
or heard around her town. Urban legends, and some had
happened to her and her children first hand. I could

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write a book about all her scary stories. When I
was a teenager, she began to bring clippings of a
local newspaper from her town that printed a section on
scary stories. There was something about hearing her read them
aloud in the middle of the night after she'd caught
me up on her own town gossip. One night, she
read a story about a child who would feel spirits
tugging at his ankles and feet, and sometimes feeling someone

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or something cover him up with a blanket in the
middle of the night when I die, she'd start, I
might pull your feet or cover you up, but just
know it's only me, she would say. Grandma, I would say,
half concerned, half scared, you're not going to die. Don't
say that. As the years passed, not only did she

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end our scary story sessions like that, she would say
it a lot more often in conversation with our family.
It became somewhat of a joke, and we would all
have chuckle about it. My grandma died unexpectedly. She'd fallen
sick with severe stomach pains, but never did we think
that this would take her out. She was a very

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strong headed, strong willed woman, and to this day it
surprises us the way that she went. I just turned
eighteen and was going to have a fifties rock and
roll theme party that weekend. I remember asking her if
she was going to make it over the phone. I
don't think so, my girl, she said. The phone calls
to Mexico were becoming more frequent since she had fallen ill,

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but we were all oblivious to the possibility of her death.
I love you so much, Grandma. I got to say
that to her on our last phone call. She died
a day before my birthday party. The friday before the party,
I'd gone to an outing with a club from school.
It was an after school field trip to a Moroccan

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restaurant with belly dancers, an effort to have a different
cultural eating experience. I remember having so much fun, and
all of a sudden, my world literally felt like it
slowed down, almost as if I'd been drinking. But I
swear no one was having any booze that night, not
even the teacher chaperones that were in charge. Something's off.

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I remember feeling I've always been somewhat of an intuitive
with these things, so was my mom. It was as
if I already knew something was up. One of the
teachers was dropping off all the kids back to their
homes instead of the school, and on our way from
the city back to the burbs, my close cousin called
me up. Hey, j she said, kind of sad and distant. Hey,

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I said, what's up. I'm coming home from the coolest
field trip. They had belly dancers and we got to
eat with our hands, I shared excitingly. Oh, she said,
still sounding kind of distant. Have you spoken with your
mom or sister? No, I said, and grew concern. Something
definitely was up. She would usually text, not call. Oh, okay,

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she said, call me when you get home. Okay, have fun.
I could tell she was really trying hard to be cheerful.
When I was dropped off, the front gate to our
home was wide open. That's freaking weird. I thought my
mom was always particular about keeping that gate closed. I
walked up to the front door and swung it open.

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That was my sister at the door. I'm so sorry, Jay,
I'm so so so sorry, she started, and then burst
into tears. It's Grandma, she died. I couldn't believe it.
I instinctively looked around the room for my father, as
it was his mother, and ran into his arms, and
we both cried so hard. I'd never seen my dad

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cry like ever. Everything was feeling surreal at that point.
After we cried and I was caught up on the
plane to fly out for her wake, I retreated to
my room to cry some more. The drunk feeling was
way strong by then, and I felt weak and knelt
by the side of my bed to sob some more.
In the middle of my softer sobbing, I could have

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sworn I heard an owl hoot hooted twice before I
stopped to listen. Then I heard a clear, last third hoot.
That's freaking weird. I thought, never in my life had
I ever seen an owl in the erbs or hurt
an owl so close to my window like that? The
vibes got a bit ominous in the room. Then I

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remembered all the things my grandmother would say she'd do
when she died. I anxious and scared. Should I be
expecting her to show up? Is she gonna look scary?
Is she gonna pull my feet tonight? I decided to
sleep with my parents that night and held off on
telling them about the hoots I'd heard. I couldn't believe
it myself. There I was an eighteen year old crawling

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into the middle of her parents' bed the night her
grandma died in case she decided to show up. Nobody
really slept that night. We were going to catch an
early flight out to Mexico in just a few hours,
so we all just kind of laid awake for a while,
sparsely talking about Graham. Then right around three amish and
I know it was that time. That's when I was

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expecting her the most. There was soft murmuring that began
to arise right outside my parents' room. It started slow,
and then it began to swell up. I woke up
my parents fast. My mom had already heard it. I
think she was expecting something too. Do you hear that?
I whispered to them both, I delay still they didn't respond.

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Do you hear it? I whispered louder. The murmuring sounded
like a group of people praying. My grandmother was Catholic,
and I had heard her pray so many times growing up,
but it was odd that it was a group of voices.
It sounded as if they were moving across the living room,
right outside my parents' door. Yes, my mom finally said.

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My dad got up slowly. He's the skeptic in our family,
and he went out to investigate the sound. The sounds
faded as he walked out of the room, and when
he returned, he said he didn't see anything or anyone.
We flew out to Mexico, and honestly, the trip was
a blur. I remember thinking how we'd only been about

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a three hour flight from each other this whole time,
and I was still in somewhat of a shock. I
think my grandparents lived in a town way out from
the main city, so we had to drive ahead of us.
After a at the airport, I do remember pulling up
to their house, suitcase in hand, and trekking up the
dirt road that led to their front gate. I'd only

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ever visited them twice in my life at that point,
and was sad that this time it was to say goodbye.
There was a crowd of people dressed in black, spilling
out of the front door and front gate. Some were townspeople,
some were family I'd never even met before. As we
made our way closer, I began to hear people praying
the rosary, and it sounded just like the low murmurs

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we had heard just a few hours ago in our
living room. We got to the front gate and someone
announced my dad's arrival. Make way for the family, someone said,
I followed behind. In Mexico, people usually hold wakes inside
the dead person's home, and I was not expecting to

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see my grandmother lying lifeless like that at all. I
didn't want to see her dead, but my mom reassured
me she'd be with me, and she was right behind
me the whole time. We got in line, and soon
enough it was my turn to peer at the carcass
left of my dear grandma. I looked over the coffin
and I could smell the framaldehyde from where I stood,

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her face didn't look the same. She had way too
much make up on, and it was definitely not her
shade or the way she would have liked it to
be anyway, A couple of weird things happened in the
days preceding our arrival. We slept in her room while
her casket and body was still in the living room,
and people stayed to prey over her body. Overnight, we

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heard shuffling as if someone was sweeping the driveway in
the early morning. Grandma was an early riser and always
did morning chores around the house, and my brother swore
it someone touched his hair while he was half awake
one morning. She was very fond of his curly hair.
The body was taken for a service in a burial
after the second or third day. My sister wasn't able

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to make the trip to Mexico in times, so she
stayed home, but she told us she had a dream
where my Grandma was so upset about her makeup and
her face being left like that. Mind you, my sister
had no idea what Grandma looked like in the casket,
but somehow dreamt about it throughout the years. I was
so afraid she would show up at my bedside so

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much so it would cause me anxiety and I lost
a lot of sleep. I used to feel her a
lot more before, but now it's only when I call
upon her or when something I do reminds me of her.
But I know that she always has been close by everybody.
Hug your grandma's they're so precious, and the story tellers,
story keepers of your family. That's not my friend. In

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the Woods by Bossy Boots eight ozho one. I grew
up out in the wooded country in Illinois on a short,
dead end street ten or so miles from a town.
There were seven houses in the area, spread out on
two and a half acre wooded lots or larger. There
were no large wild animals like bears, and people didn't

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meander around out there or show up lost. Actually lost
folks or large animals wandering around never happened in the
twenty years I lived there. Please keep that in mind.
When I was a young girl in my early teens,
I had a good guy friend a few years older
than me who lived next door, Terry. Terry was allowed

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to go out with his friends much later than I was,
and he would sometimes tramp over to my yard after
getting home late and throw rocks from the gravel area
outside at my window to chat. My bed was right
next to the window. I'd open it and we'd whisper
stories and generally talk for a bit. My second story
window faced our backyard and his house was to the side.

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I could see his house from my window over the
shrub trees and walking path to his driveway, and I'd
often know if he was out the light would be
on over the side do our entrance, or if he
was home the light was off. One time during the summer,
when my window was open, I heard a car in
his driveway dropping him off. I was probably fourteen years

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old and it was around midnight. I heard Terry get
out of the car and was talking to his friends,
and soon they pulled away. I softly called out as
loud as I could without waking my parents, asking Terry
to stop buy and chat. He didn't respond, and I
guess he'd probably didn't hear me. Then I came up
with the not so brilliant idea to sneak outside and

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scare him. I'd spent many years in the woods and
learning how to blend in and be silent and his
kids we'd off and sneak around and scare each other.
So I silently sneaked down from the second floor and
out my backarage door that led to our backyard. Below
my window, which led to Terry's house off to the side.
I had to go through the gravel area and then

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through a well worn path through the woods about twenty
five feet long. My parents had put in a gravel
pit around the back of the house, probably because nothing
much grew due to the shade of the oak trees.
There were fourteen inch oak grounds set out as an
uneven stepping path in the gravel, and if you stepped
off the rounds, the crunch of gravel of rocks would
give you away. I picked my way expertly and silently

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across the log rounds facing Terry's house. My eyes got
accustomed to the dark and I didn't see him. Also,
at that time, I heard the door of his house
closed and the light going off, signaling he went in,
likely to bed. I waited a bit, as I thought
I saw something move in the woods between our houses,
but not on the path we'd always use. If you

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didn't use the path, there were wild rose and raspberry
plants that had thorns and were painful to walk through
if you weren't careful. So I thought it was odd
that he'd be in the woods, but maybe he wanted
to scare me, like I was plotting to do him.
Then I saw something human sized and dark moving through
the woods slowly and pausing every once in a while

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like me. It was coming closer, and I definitely saw it,
but it was strange in that it wasn't walking directly
towards my window to talk. Therefore, I hunched down and
waited in silence, wondering if I could still startle him.
I still thought it was Terry and that he saw
me sneak out and he was trying to scare me.

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I watched a dark outline of a human figure moving,
but then I would lose sight of it in the foliage.
It seemed to be stalking slowly and listening, checking every
few feet while hiding, so I whispered for Terry after
losing patience one last time, but he didn't answer. I
got bored of hiding and crouching, so quietly I tippytoed

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back to my garage door and went back inside, silently,
locking up as I went, I snuck back upstairs to
my room above the area where i'd just been standing
and crouching. My window was open, and I definitely heard
someone or something walking around the yard. I whispered again
for Terry out my window, but got no answer. Then

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I heard something or someone fall and grunt or moan
pretty loudly in the window well right below my window.
It wasn't enough to wake my parents, but definitely loud enough.
I didn't mistake it, and it sent a shock of
fear through me. If you're not familiar with a window well,
it's a semi circle hole connected to the house, dug
out about three or four feet deep and reinforced with metal.

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It allows a basement window to be put in below
ground level, and the hole lets some natural light in.
There is no way Terry would have fallen in our
window well. We'd been playing hide and seek in many
outdoor games for years since we were young, around the
whole neighborhood. We knew everyone's window wells and house footprints,
plus the paths in the woods just like the back

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of our hands. The grunt sounded human and not like
an animal. Whatever it was, it also pulled itself out quietly,
without a lot of thrashing. That's when I realized this
wasn't a fun game, and someone or something was out there,
and it wasn't Terry. I tried to look outside my
window as best I could, but there was a screen

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on my windows to keep the bugs out. I couldn't
lean my head out of the window to see next
to the wall of our house directly below me. I
then heard the crunch of rocks. Whatever was walking around
was stepping in the noisy gravel. Again, Terry would have
known where the log rounds were and would not have
stepped in the gravel. He knew my parents were pretty strict,

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and he was as good at being quiet as I was.
Whatever it was stopped and I held my breath. I
pretty much sat there with my face pressed against the
screen two stories up, for probably half an hour. It
seemed like an hour, but I'm sure I didn't have
patience back then to wait that long. I never heard
it him or her leave, but I grew tired and

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eventually fell asleep in my bed that was next to
the window. There are a few things I'm certain of.
One it wasn't Terry. I asked him later, and he
said he went to bed that night when he got home,
he would have no reason to lie. Two. I'm pretty
sure it wasn't one of our neighbors, and I can't
think of any reason why a person would be out there.

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We had few neighbors and only two other houses out
of seven had kids. Again, these seven houses were spread
out in two and a half plus acres per home. Three.
There weren't any big animals in the area, as wooded
as the whole area was. We only had some deer,
but they were hunted and didn't come close to homes.
Plus our dogs scared them away. Whatever was out there,

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stranger in the woods, let's not ever meet something in
the basement. Submitted by Autumn K. I want to start
this story out by explaining the layout of my house
in which this situation happened. When you go into the house,

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you come into the living room. Then from there to
the right are two staircases, one going upstairs to the
bedrooms and one going downstairs to the basement. If you
go forward a bit, there's the kitchen in the basement.
There's part of it that goes outside to a covered patio.
My parents stayed in the basement because it was easier
to get in and out as my dad was disabled.

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At the time, I was sitting in a chair in
the living room facing the staircases. I was either watching
something on YouTube or watching something for school. Either way,
I had one headphone in while listening to something. I
was home alone this day, and at the time we
didn't have any pets. I was really into whatever it

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was that I was doing, but all of a sudden,
I heard what sounded like something crashing in the basement,
like someone knocked over or bumped into a stack of boxes.
I didn't think anything of it at the time, just
thinking that my parents were prop home. I walked over
to the basement and opened the door to call out
for my parents, but no lights were on and nobody responded.

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I thought it was odd, but maybe I was just
hearing something. I thought I could have been a noise
from what I was watching, so I went back to
my computer and went back a bit on the video.
There was nothing there that sounded like what I had heard,
but to make myself feel better, I just told myself
that I was hearing something. I went back to my video,

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and about ten minutes or so later, I heard a
similar noise. This time, I was feeling quite nervous, but
still I told myself that it was nothing, probably just
an animal or my imagination. I texted my mom and
asked her if they were home, and she said no.
I tried to get the courage to go down there. However,

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I was very scared of the basement to begin with,
so when I heard a strange noise down there, there
was no chance of convincing myself to investigate. I did
go outside to check if my parents car was there,
but it wasn't. My mom was telling the truth. I
tried my best to ignore the noise again, and nothing
happened for about twenty minutes. Then all of a sudden,

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I heard what sounded like a grown man running up
the stairs. At this point I started to cry because
I didn't know what was in there. I ran outside
the front door and called my mom and I explained
everything that had happened, and she said that they were
almost tone. I stayed outside until my parents got home.
My grandpa almost got home at the same time, and

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I told them all what happened again, and we all
went downstairs to the basement together, but nothing was there.
There wasn't even a mess on the ground that I
had expected to see after all the crashing that I heard.
My family told me that it was probably a wild
animal or something, but I'm not convinced. The noise of
whatever it was running up the staircase was definitely not

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an animal. They haven't really had any experience like that
since my grandpa still lives in that house and he
hasn't experienced anything either. Faces in the snow submitted by Terrence.

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When I was in my early twenties, I took a
job working on an oil rig in Manitoba, Canada. The
pay was really good, but the job was certainly not easy.
I mean, even in good weather during the spring and
summer months. It took a lot out of me, especially
being the rookie made to do all the shit no
one else wanted to do. It's to be expected in
that line of work, and I'm not complaining. I did
learn a lot. I almost didn't get a job for

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the winner, as those jobs fill up pretty fast as
far as the ranks for the older seasons vets go,
and there wasn't as much to do as there were
in the spring and summer months. But a couple of
guys decided to take jobs elsewhere and one became available
to me. I jumped at the chance, knowing how difficult
it was going to be with the weather and the
temperatures and the shifts were pretty solid though. We were

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working two weeks on, two weeks off and living in
this little hut not too far from one of the
rigs we were assigned. The hut was a bare bone
structure and it didn't really play into this story. What
sort of it does. I'll describe it anyway. There was
a woodburning stove, a table in chairs, three bunks, a
sink with no running water, a TV in a PlayStation.
Bare bones for sure, but it was always warm, with

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one person always being there to keep the fire going
while the other two worked ten hour shifts. In the winter,
it can drop to minus forty celsius, and when you
add in the sixty five kilometers per hour winds, the
wind chill can be close to minus seventy. Basically, the
longer you're outside, the longer you expose yourself to frostbite, hypothermia,

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and quite frankly death. My two partners, I will call
the Mark and Joe and I would work out of
a truck. The truck was kept in a small enclosure
next to our hut, and some of the heat was
pumped out there to keep the engine warm. With a
frozen engine, nothing would happen on the job, so that
was always a focus to make sure the diesel would
turn over. Two of us in ten hour shifts would

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go out on the truck to the rig. While one
person did a set of tasks on the rig, the
other stayed inside the cab of the truck, staying warm.
After about ten or fifteen minutes, you had to switch
up and the other person got warm. It was that brutal.
I mean, if you fuck around in weather like that,
you can end up dead pretty quick. The good news
was that usually every other day was an off day,

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so we weren't constantly out in the elements. That wasn't
always the case, but it did happen. One of us
would always have to double up on a shift, so
those days could actually be twenty to twenty two hours long. Yeah,
so much for the ten hour shifts in the brochure. Okay,
so here's what happened that really messed with our heads.
One morning, Joe and I were out doing our thing

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at the rig. It's tiring and boring work and again
added to the feeling of isolation with crazy weather really
doesn't help your state of mind. I will say this,
when this happened, we were both completely coherent, very warm,
and not in any bad state of health. It was
about six am and we were just starting the day.
We had to work during the day, as going out

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at night was a really bad idea with the temperatures
unless there was an emergency at the rig, we worked
around six to six. It was January and the sun
usually got up around eight and set closer to five.
Some of the time we got paid for was traveling
back and forth to the hut and another paperwork we
had to file once we had completed our shifts. I

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do remember that we were working a twelve hour shift
that day. It must have been some decision that had
been made above us, but we knew that we had
to do it and then have time to just rest
and eat and play some video games in that downtime.
When we got there, I got out of the truck
in the dark and went over to the rig. And
this was not a very fun day as the winds
were really whipping the snow around and I could barely

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see four or five feet in front of me. Only
when I got up to the rig did the headlamp
seemed to do anything so I could get my job going.
I remember I was having an issue with something and
getting very frustrated, and knew that in my short amount
of time, I was not going to complete my task.
It would have to ask Joe to take over for that.
That was something that was very irritating to everybody on

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the job. You were expected to do what you were
supposed to do and not have to pass off things
to your partner. Well, we got along, Okay, I'm not
saying we didn't, but it just made the job that
much more tough. So I was yelling into the wind
how frustrated I was, and I stopped for a second
to make sure that I was doing everything correctly into procedure.

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I took a step back and looked into the nothing
this around me, when suddenly I saw a dark shape
in the whiteness of the blowing snow. It got darker,
and at first I thought I was hallucinating. The shape
got darker and darker until it became human shapes. There
were people out here. My brain kind of stuttered and

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I couldn't imagine number one, how the hell anyone had
gotten out this far in this weather, and number two,
how the hell they were surviving. There were three of them,
and they were all bundled up in heavy Inuit parkas,
at least the style that they wore, huge warm pants
with very large coats with fur around the face area.
But what got to me was they weren't wearing any

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face coverings. We of course, had extremely warm balaclavas and
state of the art gear to keep us warm while
we were out there. But here I was looking into
the face of three people, their faces looking very tan
or dark, just like the Inuit. They were wearing nothing
on their faces. As I stood there staring, one of
them just pointed to something on the rig and smiled.

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I turned to see what he was pointing at and
realized it was something that I had to adjust, and
that's why I was having trouble. When I turned to
look at them again, they were retreating, walking backwards into
the wind and into the blank whiteness of snow. I
stood there, dumbfounded until my brain kicked in and said,
take care of this rig and get back to the truck.

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I completed my task, and then stumbled back towards the
truck using my compass. I mean, we were only parked
about twenty or thirty yards from the rig, but in
the snow and the blowing wind, you couldn't see shit,
even though the lights of the truck were on. As
I saw the lights in the snow, I breathed a
sigh of relief and climbed into the truck. I sat
there for a minute while Joe was getting his stuff

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to get out and go do what he had to do.
When he turned to me and asked if I was okay.
I said, yeah, I'm fine. I was just struggling to
get my shit done. That's what took me an extra
couple of minutes. He said I didn't look good, and
I said I was just tired. He nodded, took a
big swig of his coffee, pulled up his balaklava, and
got his gloves and cinched the hood. He was headed

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out for his work. My mind was swirling thinking about
what I had seen. I mean, maybe I really hadn't
seen anything. Maybe it was just something my brain had
made up. Maybe in my frustration, my imagination took over
and brought me back to the reality of what I
had to do for my job, but it seemed so real.

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I spent the next few minutes jotting down the progress
of our work, and then set back for some coffee,
myself waiting for my next round out at the rig.
I looked at the clock in the truck and realized
Joe was gone a little bit longer than he should
have been. But I wasn't panicking. I figured maybe he
was having the same kind of difficulty I was. Thankfully,
in the next couple of minutes, I saw him loom

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out of the whiteness and the truck lights. He got
in and sat there for a second, and now it
was my turn to ask him if he was okay.
He pulled his bottleklava down and took a sip of
coffee and looked at me, but didn't say anything. After
a second, he said, everything's fine. He was also struggling
with his task, but he got it done. We sat

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in silence for another minute or two as I was
getting ready to go back out, when I said, can
I ask you a question? And he said sure, as
he just stared out the windshield than the nothingness around us. Look, man,
I know you're gonna think I'm crazy, but I swear
to God, I think I saw people out there. He
didn't say anything for a few seconds and looked me

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dead in the eye and said, yeah, so did I.
We both described what we had seen, and it was
the same thing. Three people dressed in white winter clothing
with no face coverings, coming out of the gloom near
the rig. I told him that they had pointed towards
something that I was messing up, and he nodded and
said the same thing. We were completely freaked out at

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this point, and neither of us wanted to go back
out there, even though these people or whatever, it didn't
seem like they were going to attack us or anything
crazy like you hear on some of these stories in
the horror channels. But I'm getting ahead of myself, as
you'll hear. I said, well, I better get back out there,
and he said, look, man, be careful. We always told
each other to be careful, but for some reason this

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time it sounded a little different. Again, neither of us
wanted to go out there. I got geared up and
stumbled back towards the rig for NX task, but didn't
get started right away and looked all around me, wondering
if these people or whatever they were, were coming back.
I got my task done and started to get ready
to go back to the truck, And as I was

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walking towards it, looking for the wind blown footprints in
the snow, I picked my head up and stopped. The
three figures were now standing between me and the truck.
Their faces did not look as happy as they did before.
Now they looked kind of angry. They stood there, looking
into their eyes, and eventually they made a turn and

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again walked backwards into the wind and disappeared. I basically
ran back to the truck and jumped inside and told
Joe what I had just seen. I said, the first time,
they looked happy, but this time they didn't. He didn't
say anything and didn't really know what to do. Neither
did I. He got ready for his time out there again.

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This time I was the one that tell him to
be careful. Something was not right out there, and I said,
if you see them again, maybe we should radio it in.
Joe didn't say anything in response and went outside. I
was now very bothered. I kept tapping the radio, wondering
if I should call in, but being the rookie. I
was not making a move. I didn't want anyone to

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think I was crazy, and I certainly didn't want to
jump over the chain of command. Joe had been doing
this for a lot longer than me, and I was
following his lead on pretty much everything. He got back
after his time out in the weather and sat in
the truck. I knew it was only a matter of
minutes before I had to go back out there, But
this time Joe touched my arm with his glove and said,

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hang on a few minutes. I asked what had happened
if he had seen those things again, and he nodded.
He said that one of them was trying to say
something to him, basically yelling into the wind with no
sound coming out, but he gathered that they were not
happy with us being out there. Of course, this scared
me even more, and I was really afraid to go

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back out and I said, man, maybe we should radio
this in. Joe shook his head and said, no, wait, man,
they'll think we're crazy. I could tell you was coming
up with some reason for us to shut it down
for the day and go back to the hut. After
a few minutes, I got myself together and went back outside,
and by now it was getting a little bit lighter out.

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Like a little kid, I thought maybe in the daytime
these things wouldn't come out, and they only came out
when it was dark. Don't ask me where I got
that from. It was just stuck in my head. I
started off towards the rig, now being able to see
it a little bit more in the growing light. But
before I could get up to it, I saw the
three figures run about eight feet in front of me

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into the wind. They ran right out in front of me,
between me and the rig, and I stopped, terrified in
my tracks. After a moment, I moved forward and noticed
they had left no footprints. I base ran to the rig,
got my stuff done, only thinking about getting back to
the truck and to Joe. I did my task and

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ran back to the truck without seeing them again, and
I told Joe what happened. And then I noticed they
weren't leaving any footprints. Clearly we were seeing something, but
we had no idea what it was. I mean, they
couldn't be human. They weren't leaving any fucking footprints. Joe
again sat quietly and then got his stuff on to
go back outside and said he was thinking about something

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and after he finished, we would talk about what was
going on and what we should do. And just as
he turned for the door, he stopped right outside the
truck door. On his side stood the three figures. They
were all looking in at us, and their faces were
now not just looking angry. I mean we could see
the anger and the fire in their eyes as they

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looked at us. I gave out a yell when I
saw that they were that close, and Joel told me
to shut the fuck up. He started to open the door,
and that's when we heard and saw them open in
their mouths and start this unbelievably loud, low base like moan.
Joe immediately shut the door, and the three figures backed

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up away from the truck out of sight. That was it.
Joe picked up the radio and called the hut first
to talk to Mark, then got headquarters on and said
there was an issue out there with our rig. Our
foreman asked what was going on, and we gave him
the appraisal of what we had accomplished so far, and
then after a long pause, Joe told him about these

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figures we kept seeing. The foreman's name was Trask, and
Trask basically said, yeah, you guys are a little crazy.
Maybe you just need some rest. He said there was
no way in hell anyone could be out there, and
no one could survive even if they were. But he
didn't sound like he was accusing us of anything. I mean, honestly,
it sounded like he was saying it because someone else

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was either near him where he was, or maybe he
was just someone else in his office. We asked him
to advise us, and he said, finish up three more
asks a piece and that would be enough for the day.
After a moment of silence, he radioed back and said,
just be safe and get back to the hut. We
could barely hear him say that, so we did as

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we were told, and in those six tasks, we only
saw the figures twice again, both times they were near
the truck. By now it was light enough outside that
the whiteness of the dark was now just totally white,
and I hope that makes sense. Joe took the wheel
and got us back to the hut, and we immediately
made sure the truck was parked properly, and then we
went inside to the warmth. Mark was sitting there drinking

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coffee and watching a DVD. He looked at us, and
right away we realized he had been listening to the
radio and our transmission with headquarters. He said, what did
you guys see out there? We told him, and he
said he didn't think we were crazy. He actually thought
he had been going crazy. We asked him why, and

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he said that repeatedly while we were out at the rig,
someone had been coming up and pounding on the door
of the hut, but every time he opened it he
could only hear a weird moan and see three figures
standing just out of reach of his flashlight. He didn't
say anything with as much detail as we could with
what we saw, but he said it was definitely three

(01:42:18):
human figures. As a matter of fact, he said it
looked like that scene from Star Trek two when the
guys land on that planet that has the sandstorm going on,
just these shapes that came out of nowhere. A little
while later, we got a call in the radio. It
was Trask. He asked how we were doing, and we
told him about what Mark had seen too. He said,

(01:42:41):
hang on for a second. We could tell he was
either getting someone away from him or he was getting
away from where he was. He again asked if we
were okay and told us that he believed us about
what we had seen. He had seen the same sort
of thing years earlier when he worked out there with
his partner at the time. He told us that we

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were taking a day off early, and we were going
to take the next day off as scheduled. He was
going to send another crew of guys our way. We
asked him what was going on, and he said, all
I can tell you is that you're not to go
out of the hut. He said to just take it
easy and everything would be fine. He was right. We
took the rest of that day and the next day

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off and I'll just try to relax, catch up on sleep,
and take care of the things we had to take
care of around the hut. The storm that we'd been
experiencing had calmed down, and on that next day we
could hear footsteps coming towards the hut. For some reason,
we never heard the truck, but it was three of
our buddies coming out. As Trask had said. Trask was

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with them, and after he sent the three guys to
go out and look at the rig and make sure
everything was okay. After a day of not being attended to,
he looked at us and said, don't tell anyone else
about what you guys saw. He wasn't kidding. He then said,
I know, because, as I mentioned, I saw them, But
what I'm about to tell you doesn't go any farther

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than this. In the time that he had seen them,
he and his partner had not been as chicken shit
as me and Joe. They repeatedly attempted to talk to
the figures, to the point where his partner got a
shot gun out of the truck. We all had shot
guns in the trucks, and his partner had followed or
tried to follow the figures into the snowstorm they were experiencing.

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Trask leaned towards us and said, the last I heard
was two shots from that shotgun, and I never saw
my partner again. We couldn't find his body after the
storm lightened up. We took three days and countless kilometers
in every direction, but we never found his body. The
company kept everything hush hush, and that's when I was promoted.

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Don't bring this up to any one. It's not supposed
to have happened. My partner had no family, and no
one ever knew what happened to him. All I know
is is that no one has reported those figures until now,
And I know in my heart of hearts, if you
guys had stayed working out there, you might have gone
down the road. My partner went down. Then he stood

(01:45:08):
up and followed the other guys out to the rig.
That was it. That was the explanation we got. We
never heard anything else about this, and we never looked
into anything else either, and nothing else happened for the
rest of that winter. I eventually got out of that
end of the business, and I now work on the
corporate side in the finance department. From time to time

(01:45:29):
I do have to interact with the roughers, and every
time I do, I think about my time out there.
No one's ever mentioned anything like that to me again.
Trask is now dead, and I lost track of Joe
over the years. I've no idea what happened to him,
and I'm sure it's just life moving us apart. But
sometimes in the middle of the night, I wonder if
he's seen what I have in the quiet of my neighborhood.

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I never saw those figures on the job again, but
I have seen them in my home life, sometimes in
my back yard, sometimes way off in the distance on
a hunting trip, and I wonder if Joe has seen
them too. But I wonder if Joe is not as
smart as me. I mean, I never went after them.
I'd like to think Joe hasn't either, but who knows.

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The story is completely legit, and I'm sure I'm speculating
about Joe. I mean, for all I know, he's fine
in living his best life wherever he is. It's been
a while since I've seen those figures, and I don't
know who they are or what they mean, but I
am convinced that they are some kind of harbinger of
something bad, and I avoid them whenever I do see them.
No one in my family has seen them, including my

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wife and four kids. I don't talk about it much,
but I thought I would share my story with you
and your listeners. Thanks. Something in the Sky submitted by Cebe.
My family and I were traveling back to the East

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Coast from the Rockies a few years ago. I wasn't
the only person to see what we saw. It was myself,
my wife, her sister, and all of us were twenty
something adults, and my kids age two and nine, were
there at the time. The route we opted to take
home was the Northern route through Peoria, Illinois. It was
dark as we came into Peoria, probably around nine pm

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the same week as the fourth of July, I think
it was twenty sixteen. We were behind the times and
using an older model garment GPS unit rather than the
now more common smartphone. As we were coming across a
bridge over a river, I saw this arrangement of orangish
white lights in a triangular formation. I know it was

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an odd number of lights, as there was a point
in the front and equally space lights following behind the point,
forming the shape of a chevron. It was either five
or seven I don't recall now. The lights were fairly
large and easily visible, but didn't seem to create any
ambient light. As we were driving eastward, this object entered
my site high on my left from the north, headed

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south and then to my upper right. At about the
time it was mid windshield in our sights. The lights
turned point side down as if it were a plane,
and the tail end went over the front. We all
thought for certain it was a plane about to crash,
and we braced for the impact off to our right,
but nothing ever happened, and our GPS unit went haywire.

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We got our phones out to try and take pictures,
but even they were cut off. I restarted my phone
much too late to use it, but it was still functional.
The GPS, though was toasted. It would still light up
and show the little icon, but it wasn't on any
roads on the map. It appeared that we were just
driving through open fields on the GPS from there all

(01:48:47):
the way home. Online I've seen similar images of what
we saw out there, but I don't know. We never
did figure out what it was. A cautionary tale submitted
by anonymous. I'm a twenty one year old female, but

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this story starts when I was sixteen. I will stay
anonymous for this because of the legal things involved. At
the time, I was a sophomore in high school and
I had transferred from an advanced course to the standard
equivalent due to mental health issues. My new class, which
I started towards the end of the school year, was
taught by a student teacher. I had a total of
two conversations, if you can call them conversations, with this

(01:49:32):
man while he was my teacher. And I never even
bothered to learn his name. The first conversation we had
consisted of him asking why I had switched courses, and
me answering honestly that the stress of the harder course,
along with my current struggles with depression and an eating disorder,
was just too much. Weeks later we had our second conversation.

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He held me back after class to tell me that
he had graded our exam. He had removed the questions
I had gon gotten wrong, and he claimed that if
I had gotten the questions wrong, it must have been
a poorly written question. Looking back on this as an adult,
I can see the red flag that was there, But
as a suicidal sixteen year old, I just took it

(01:50:14):
as a compliment and smiled and walked away. The student
teaching placement at my high school ended, I gave him
a goodbye present because I felt bad that our class
had been assholes to him the entire time he was
at our school. It was just a kind gesture, and
I figured I'd never see or hear from him again,
and he was nothing special. But little did I know

(01:50:35):
that he would brainwash me into thinking otherwise. I hate
to give away the point of this story, but it
needs to be said before anyone has the chance to
romanticize this. If you take anything away from the story,
take away this, kids and teens. That older person that
gives you special attention or says you're mature for your age,

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or that age is just a number, that person's a predator.
No matter how wonderful of a miner you are, you're
a miner, and that adult should not be interested in you.
And for God's sake, do not trust a person who
demands your relationship to be a complete and utter secret. Anyway,
I digress. I was doing school work later that day,

(01:51:17):
his last day, and I got a notification that some
one had requested to be my friend on Snapchat. I
accepted the request, and there was a message from the
account thanking me for the gift, connecting the dots. I responded,
apologizing again for how the students had treated him. He
thanked me again for treating him well and let me
know that he timed his lectures based on how fast

(01:51:38):
I took notes. Again red flag. But I was in
such a bad place in life that I was enjoying
the idea of being special. He was twenty two years old,
a nearly seven year gap between us. We began talking NonStop,
but not without him making me promise to keep my
relationship with him a secret. He told me he loved me,

(01:52:01):
that I was his soulmate. I'd never felt happier. I
watched his college graduation online instead of in person, since
he wouldn't let me meet his family or friends for obvious reasons.
He had a living girlfriend who he eventually claimed to
have broken up with. For me, there is so much
I could say about a relationship, but I'll try to

(01:52:21):
keep it to the main points. I found out that
he got my social media information by going through his
supervisor's computer to find my full name and address, and
then internet stalking me. I was so brainwashed by his
grooming that I found that endearing rather than scary and creepy.
He lived over an hour away, so he looked for
apartments near my house. He said he'd follow me to college.

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He made me meet up with him in places where
no one knew he would be. He spoke to me
the way he spoke to his dog. He guilted me
into sending nudes and having phone sex with him. He
hit me, he molested me, and he raped me. I
froze and couldn't defend myself like I would have liked to.
I was in broad daylight, in a public place, in

(01:53:08):
my car in a jumpsuit. I'm adding those details to
show how it does not matter what you do. The
assaulter is completely to blame, not the victim. After he
raped me, he immediately flipped the script. He started crying
about how he was so damaged and worthless. Also crying,
I told him to get out of my car. He

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did and watched me drive off. That drive home was
the first time I seriously considered ending my life. I
was so brainwashed that I convinced myself that everything was
fine and nothing bad happened to me. I repressed those memories.
It took two years for the memories to resurface and
for me to get the guts to report him to
the police. I'd realized that what he did was criminal,

(01:53:53):
but he still had such a hold on me that
I didn't want to break my promise to him that
I wouldn't tell. But I had to. I had to
make sure that he never did this again to another kid.
The police investigation didn't start for another two years, and
this was due to how many sex crimes against children.
There were already backed up in my district, which is
horrifying on its own. He was not sentenced for another

(01:54:17):
year after that, and his lawyer played dirty. The case
would have taken much longer if he had not accepted
a deal. He ended up with no jail time, but
is a registered sex offender for life and had his
license to teach revoked. There's also a restraining order in
place ordering him to stay away from me and have
no contact with me or my family. Grooming is a

(01:54:39):
scary thing that you don't even realize is happening. I
still fight my guilt for getting him arrested, but with therapy,
I've gotten much better and will continue to work on it. Everybody,
please be vigilant, keep an eye on your friends and children. Hey, Gang,

(01:55:10):
thanks for listening to this episode. If you have a
true scary story of any nature that you'd like me
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(01:55:31):
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to each other. Until next time. Be wary of things
that go bump in the night. It could be anything
a ghost, a monster, or the guy next door.

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