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I counted the dogs, they were all with me. You know that person you yell at for looking around the house instead of just calling the police? Yeah, that was me. Went looking around. Tried to bring a dog with me, but they were having none of it. Eventually found the source of the noise and was relieved to see that it was just the sink. I rubber-banded it closed water conservation is important and high tailed it out of there. Sat there with meat fork in hand watching movies all night. No way I was sleeping in that house. My guy was working overnights. I start hearing static over the baby monitor so I get up to check, just to make sure.
I get to the doorway and I see a silhouette of a very tall man. Except it was like a negative of light where he was standing. The hallway light should have hit him and some kind of color should have shown, but it was just black. Absence of light. Just standing there, watching. I reached around the door, flipped on the light and grabbed my son. I stopped, turned off the light and the shadow was there but a few steps closer.
I slammed the door, cracking the frame in the process and spent the rest of the night in my fully lit bedroom with my little. He just giggled. At the time I did not know the material was based on a video game. I thought it was a collection of creepy stories. I could not verify the validity or fiction of the information because for example the database site had no information about the web administrators. I was most unsettled by a SCP I read about a humanoid like creature that if directly looked at runs toward and kills you.
I pictured it running at full spring through deserts, along roads and bodies of watet to get to me. I sat up to see an odd figure with what looked like elongated arms in the parking lot of my apartment building. The lot was small as was the building only two stories tall with eight units , was shared with small businesses and wedged in by several structures.
My living room window faced it. I stood up once again to ensure I was not hallucinating. The second look, it began coming towards me. I ducked immediately. A third time after waiting quite a while I checked. It proceeded to advance once more. I stopped checking. I spent the night hunched over to keep myself out of sight. I still think about that night and wonder, if SCPs are just part of a game, what and why did I see that thing? There was no answer so I kept listening. Now, I know that those things can get mixed up with other monitors that are near, but we lived in a small complex with a bunch of childless people that was well away from any other houses.
In another house, a long time before I married or had children, I was home alone doing stuff in the kitchen and heard something fall onto the floor. Turned around and a candle holder that had been on the counter not near the edge was sliding at a steady pace across the floor. I stood and watched it for a second, walked over, picked it up, and waited on the porch until someone came home. There was a lot of activity in that house.
It was pretty late and everyone else in the house was asleep. My dog sat up and started to stare out in the dark hall. She suddenly began to growl this deep growl, one that I have never heard before. I reached out and touched her but she kept staring and growling. Then, like someone hit a switch, she stopped. Then she got up, moved closer to me and laid down facing the open doorway. Scared the hell out of me and gave me a whole new level of appreciation for dogs. I was laying in bed around 9 a. I walked in there and all the cabinet doors were open and the back door which we never used and was always locked was standing wide open.
And this was in like January so it was freezing. I chased it out with a broom and went back to bed. After all that happened, my aunt died the next morning. I turned around and the door is opening. I said thank you and proceeded to walk out of the house. Everyone was scared of the place. It had a very oppressive feeling, like someone who hated you was glaring at you. I was around 17 and my parents were out. I walked into my kitchen to get a snack and all hell broke loose. The cabinets all started opening and slamming shut, the fridge and oven doors too.
It went on until I ran out of the room then with one big slam they all shut. I was so fucking glad when we finally moved. This drunk dude got out of this old, rusty, beat up white Datsun. He was staggering and had a beer bottle in his hand. Thinking it was probably someone looking for my Dad,I asked if I could help him ,he said ,sure can sugar ,come on down here and party with me. Long story short ,I ended up shooting the bottle out of his hand. He sobered up real quick and left even quicker.
I was sitting on a couch in the living room and heard someone open a drawer in the kitchen. It happened to be that the only drawer that squeaked was the one I kept my asthma medication in so I was curious why anyone would need to rummage through it. I heard the drawer slam shut again and watched for someone to come out of the kitchen. When no one did I got up to check and there had been no one in there. Totally freaked me out. Pushing her out bed. Tripping her..
She has had glasses and cups fly at her head. So she moved to Va.
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We thought she was trying to get attention. We moved in and we have had stuff like things moving on there on and knocking on the walls but nothing like she experienced. She came back for a visit at the 1st of Sept. A picture flew off the wall at her she was sitting at the dining table and something bumped her chair so hard that she was knocked from her chair and it caused her to hurt her arm. Things here are fine here now. We got rid of that phone fast. She was telling us we were in her house. I had a two year old and another baby on the way when that happened. I give credit to major mommy intuition for knowing.
My son was only 2 and in bed. When I was a kid, we lived in an old farmhouse next to a cemetery. I would wake up some nights to see a man in my doorway watching me sleep. He would walk away when I woke up. He always had a scarf around his neck. Same house, I would hear a woman call my name.
House before that, we definitely had a ghost- Mr. Previous owner, had died in the house. Played pranks all the time. Moved books, toys, played with toys, etc. I had a fisher price garage that rang a bell when you turned the handle. That would go off by itself sometimes. My parents had a bell on the mantle that was a wedding gift. It would ring in the middle of the night.
He appeared to my dad when he was working in the workshop in the basement. I put my show back on and a little later heard the noise again. So again, I paused my show. And then again, the sound stopped. So I was getting freaked out and I was staring at my door cuz I was scared someone was in my house. I happened to glance down and saw a light beaming underneath my door. I slowly go out into the kitchen and the kitchen light is on but no one else is home. I never leave lights on… very cheap when it comes to the power bill. He was still out at the bar and whoever it was knew where our spare was and was trying to get in, thinking no one was home.
It was on the 3rd night I went to bed like normal, I got up in the middle of the night cause I heard the cat running crazy and I was gonna put him in his cage so I could sleep. When I turned on the lights I noticed something definitely out of place on the dining table that is usually clear and no one eats at. The ice was still unmelted and the food was still warm.
I got freaked out so bad, I slept with the cat on the floor by a corner the remaining nights. All the doors completely bolted and locked until my parents came back. I stayed up late watching movies, around 2am her stereo upstairs turned on and blasted heavy metal music. I went upstairs and attempted to turn it off, not knowing how to work the damn thing and not wearing my glasses, I pushed buttons and pulled the cord out of the wall. I finally got the music off and the stereo lights went off.
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About 10 minutes later, I was finally calming down when the it turned on again!! I was scared half to death, but living in a small town with close neighbors I had to go up and turn it down. I grabbed my glasses, went upstairs turning every single light on in the house as I went. I turned the power button off, I turned the volume down as low as it would go was tempted to yank the thing off the shelf and toss it in the trash can.
The music stopped. When my daughter got home, I scolded her about setting a timer, or leaving the volume up high. I also asked her where the batteries were, because I would have ripped them out to shut it off. I pretended like it was no big deal and dropped the subject, but it did shake me up a little bit.
Other than desk light house was pitch black and home alone. After about an hour of paperwork by desk lamp had to take a break. Walked into the kitchen and all the cabinets and drawers were open. Last night, I was laying in bed watching youtube videos on my phone and falling asleep when I hear someone struggling with their lock next door. Then, my door. Fidgeting, and then nothing. Then, I see the outline of a man in the twilight at my cracked open window, I can see his silhouette through the blinds.
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I chamber a round. He punched my screen out and tried to climb in. Had his head, one arm, and one leg through. I had dialed , took almost 30 seconds to get someone with all of the auto attendant menus asking if I speak Spanish. Dispatch finally answers, I start shouting my address. No duty to retreat. Plus, 17 shots vs. But in stupidly switching weapons, I took my eyes off target.
Left myself vulnerable. Big fuckup, could have been a bad outcome. But he just stared at me, then left. That was it. Total time of incident from initially picking up my pistol to copes showing up was under 4 minutes. When seconds count, police are minutes away. Even with pretty fast response time like that. Once statements were done and they left to canvas the area, I grabbed my Shield 9 and drove to the GFs house for the night. They broke a window testing to see if he had an alarm? He didnt tell anyone thinking it was kids being dumb. Few days later they come back and clean out his place while at work.
I was working from home today. My husband had to leave for the dentist right as the plumber arrived to work on the tub. No problem. Plumber has to leave to get a part. Comes back, fixes the tub YAYY!! I bet the plumber forgot a tool! I run to the door and open it, and there is a strange person standing there, with a strange smile on his face. I weigh about , and this person was well over He stepped back, and I slammed the door. Then realized that the client call had gone off mute.
I stayed on the call, very professional, answered all the clients questions, when the call ended, I called the cops. Was that a potential home invasion? The guy was huge! I have no idea who he was. He certainly was not the plumber or with the plumber. The more I think about it, the more terrified I get. And the bigger he gets in my mind. Am I overreacting? To a stranger trying to walk into my house?
Around PM last night two men broke into our house through the back window. I was away at the time and my wife thought it was me coming home. They made it as far as the dining room just a few feet from the living room where she was sitting with our one month old daughter when she realized what was happening and ran upstairs. After putting our daughter on the bed, she grabbed the Ruger SP which we keep loaded and accessible for just such occasions.
She then went downstairs loudly warning the thugs that she was armed and dangerous. Between her shouting and the sound of the first empty chamber being cleared, the thugs must have thought better of sticking around and grabbed whatever they could as they beat a hasty retreat. I have a pretty big house, my room has a huge window where my bed is right next to so at night I usually stay up on my ipod on my bed with the window open.
The window was closed that day and all the lights where off except the red glow of my alarm clock. At around 3 a. I thought he was going to run away but I realize he cannot see me at all. While all of this is happening he is walking very slowly sideways still looking right at my window. I unlock the door turn the doorknob and kick the shit out of the door so he can clearly hear it. I walked outside to give him time to run. I looked around and my dads car door was wide open, also the backyard motion sensitive lights were on which meant he ran around my house out the right side.
No cops necessary. Like a boss. Right in my eyes. When my dad got home in the midmorning he found me still crawled up in the corner clutching the gun. At about this afternoon a group of guys attempted to break into my second floor apartment…while I was home. I was in my office on the computer when there was a knock at the front door. When I answered there were two guys there, they looked surprised when I answered and asked me if I had see their dog.
I told them no, said I would keep an eye out, and as I was walking back down the hall I looked out the window in time to see another guy climbing over the balcony. He saw me and climbed down real quick, I ran over, lock the door to the balcony, grab my phone, locked myself in the bathroom and called the police. It was so scary. The worst part is that I live in a very small town in a pretty nice apartment on the second floor.
There is NO WAY these guys went unseen while climbing my balcony as my balcony faces the central courtyard of our complex and there were lots of people coming and going, yet no one bothered to question their actions. I just keep thinking about what would have happened if I had not answered the door, I could have walked out of the bathroom or something and right into the middle of a robbery…. My best friend in high school lived in an old plantation-type house and we would always hang out there during the summer since both of her parents worked, and we would have the house to ourselves.
There was a wide front door that opened into a hall with doors leading to the living room, the kitchen, and bedrooms, as well as a really wide staircase. All of the doors always stayed closed off in the summer, to help with cooling that big house. One day, when we are both about 14, we were there alone, and in the back of the house in the kitchen, making lunch. The radio is on, and we had been outside tanning, and are only wearing swimsuits with t-shirts.
I open the door to the hall, and stand at the front door, looking out. I just froze! About that time my friend reaches out from the living room, and pulls me back in and slams the door. We ran through the kitchen, and out the back door to a neighbors house. The neighbor goes and runs the man off, but not before the man tells him that he thought it was a boarding house, and he was looking for a room to rent. After that, we were both a little OCD about checking that the front door was locked. About a week after that happened, we saw the mans mugshot in our local paper after he had been arrested for raping a young girl not too far up the street!
Many years later, after my friend and her family had moved from that house, the city condemned it, and tore it down. Come to find out, it HAD been a boarding house many years ago, and they think the lady who ran it may have knocked off a couple of salesman or something. I used to sneak out of my window at night when I was a teenager, our house was slightly away and lower than the road, so that you had to walk down a path to get to the front door.
The path went right past my window, which faced the road, making it super easy for me to simply climb out and off into the night. Because of this bad habit my mum used to quite often wake up in the middle of the night to come and check to make sure I was still in bed. I can hear my neighbours outside making a fair bit of noise, so I knew she would come into my room thinking it was me climbing out the window. I pretended to be asleep but I can still hear her walking around our house, unsettled by the noises. I hear her go into the bathroom which has a window facing out onto the side of the house.
Two seconds later she is thundering down the hall, wrenches open the front door and starts screaming at the top of her lungs. I basically jump out of my skin, I have NO idea what is going on, I hear people running and yelling, all the while my mother is standing in her pajamas screeching her head off. While she had been in the bathroom she distinctly heard people whispering loudly, and her immediate reaction was anger that there were people on our property.
When she ripped open the door she found about 4 people, all with hoods over their heads and heavy duty torches, in the middle of sneaking down our path and either side of the house. Luckily they just bolted when she screamed. I struggled to sleep in that room where I could hear every little noise on the path outside until the day I moved out, certain that those people were going to return for whatever it was they wanted.
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When I was a freshman in college, I was taking a nap in my room. I wake up after an hour or so, go outside my room to the bathroom, and see my dorm neighbor. So, neither my roommate nor I had ordered any maintenance, there was no reason for this guy to come into my room — and he did not knock, but unlocked my door, came in, must have seen I was asleep, but still took whatever it was and left, locking the door after him. When I was 17, I had a boyfriend who was in the Army. He had some beef with a skinhead gang who had some members that were also in the Army.
One night while we were sleeping, they knocked on our door. It was about 2AM, and we had no peephole or window near the door, so I opened it with the chain on. As soon as I did, 5 guys rushed the door and broke the chain. They all had baseball bats. The lights in the living room only stayed on for about 10 seconds, because they began smashing my lamps, the overhead light on the fan, and then the kitchen and bedroom lights with their bats.
I was so scared, my legs turned to rubber. Strangely, after they broke the chain, but before they smashed the lights, my vision got really dark. Like the lights were dimming down. This was the first time it ever happened, but to this day, if something startles me, my vision goes almost black before snapping back to normal. So these guys grab my boyfriend and are holding him down on the couch. Two guys holding him down while the others take swings at his torso with their bats.
I have no clue what to do, so I try to tackle them by taking a running jump. This is Nolanville TX, population 2, I ended up at the post office, a few blocks over. It rang and I was immediately put on hold. While I was waiting, the cop found me. After everything checked out okay with my record, the cop drove me home, blowing off my break-in story. My door was wide open, only the porch light lit. My boyfriend was still on the couch, curled up in a ball. He declined to go to the hospital we found out later he had two broken ribs.
Not much ever came of it, except I have a little PTSD from it, and we bought a shotgun to keep beside the front door. Two guys broke in with all the lights on and the tv blaring. They came into the living room where my wife and baby girl were sitting on the couch. My wife ran upstairs with the baby and grabbed our Ruger SP I guess between hearing the first chamber clear and my wife yelling that she was armed and dangerous they got scared and ran.
Our house was broken into when I was a kid. We were on vacation at the time but came home immediately. I remember the house being a complete mess. My father owns a business and at the time had just upgraded his home office to new Windows 95 computers, and an office of the 90s was a gold mine for home theives. The cops told us it was probably 5 or 6 pros, who promptly left when they heard on their police scanner that our new neighbors had called it in. None of us have ever felt that safety of a home. The most startling part was finding kitchen knives in all of our bedrooms.
Knowing they had watched us for some time to know our schedule and finding weapons that the police confirmed were probably to be used if someone was home still keeps me up at night 20 years later. I go and walk my dog around my house pretty late at night 12 am-1 am …maybe not the safest thing, but I live in the woods and away from people. He jumped out from the closet and took off running as fast as he could, right past me, into the garage, and out into the woods. I saw his face…a few days earlier he knocked on my door claiming to know my neighbor and said he was looking for copper to sell…asked if I knew or had any old copper he could have.
I gave him a few old car batteries I had and that was that. He said he had two daughters he was trying to take care of…. When I was four, my parents worked long hours at a restaurant. They left my brother to babysit me until pm at night. Apparently They had been watching the house and knew the routine. They have guns and tell my brother and me to go downstairs and watch the t. They let me sit there but they tie my brother up using his Nintendo cords. When they finished going through the house, they tie us both to a beam and leave. After a little while my brother wiggled out from the bindings and my parents came home.
Cops were called and info was given to the police. They got a few pieces of jewelry and a camcorder. My mom had recently been making a lot of brownies. On this day, she made a particular batch that was greater than any of the brownies she had made before. My mom, my sister and I all went to sleep later that night while my dad was out at a meeting. The first thing he notices is that our garage is open, and his bike is standing outside.
Then he turns and looks into the house. Standing in our kitchen is a man. At first, he assumes that one of his friends had come over, wanted to borrow his bike, but was waiting for him to come home so he could ask him. Then the man inside our house sprints out the back door. My dad starts to chase him, but stops.
On the kitchen table were three wallets, all untouched. Then we look over and see the plate of brownies, completely destroyed. The man who had broken into our house skipped over our valuables and went straight for the brownies. I was home midweek one time because my company gave us our dept the day off after pulling some all nighters. I was just sitting on the coach playing on the internet when I see a shadow across the back sliding glass door.
I quickly run over and yank his leg down so he smashes his balls on the window sill. I shove him off and he just takes off running.
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I laughed at that one. In , I had just turned 18 and was kicked out of my house. I worked night shifts at Mcdonalds and moved in an old house basement suite with a guyfriend. I slept during the day obviously, since I did nightshift. Anyway, one day, about late morning, my roommate was at work and I was in bed. I could here an engine outside and then some fickling around the front door. Somehow they had broke in. I could here them quickly and frantically moving around. I was completely frozen. I literally could not move. I decided to just keep lying there… facing the wall, not making a sound.
Then my heart dropped, I heard my bedroom door open. I closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep. I heard silence for a couple seconds, then footsteps running out the door. As soon as I heard my front door close and the engine start, I ran out and saw a van speeding away. By the way, they stole absolutely nothing. We had nothing of value. My bedroom was a mattress on the floor in a tiny closet area. Last year, I went out shopping for about an hour at 8 pm or so. The back door had the window broken and it was unlocked. Checked for my computer, missing. Then I went upstairs to my room to see if my PS3 was taken, and I catch the fucker in the act.
He was shorter than me, and looked really young, maybe a high school student. Same year also had someone throw a brick through the window of my house and get inside but as far as we can tell the dog chased him away. My dog ended up biting him in the ass then chasing him into a little pond and swimming after him as he cried for me to call my dog back. One night about 7 year ago, Just moved in to my new home.
The neighborhood was a good place no major crime. About 2 months after I moved in, I hear a huge bang at 2 am at the door and then a loud redneck voice. I am in bed I sleep nude BTW , my first reaction is to grab the sword near my bed, and charge to the living room yell. He GTFO asap, tripping over him self, and fell in the yard while running. Call the cops, put on some pants, and waiting on the cops to get to me. Once they arrived they had already had some one in custody, saw him trying to break in another home down the street.
I confirmed it was him. Once trail came and pasted found out he was on meth, and looking for a abandon lot to crash in. When I was a little kid our house was broken into. My mom lost it. After that, everything was locked up and even now, 30 years later — I double and triple check that doors and windows are all secure before leaving the house and repeatedly question myself when I go out of town. I live in a joint family system.
My house is at the top and gas just finalized construction and this is the night we moved in. Instead, he beats up my uncle and starts asking them for money and jewelry. They go out of the room to look while this one guy watches us. Everyone is dead quiet, we are all kids in here. Aside from that one guy laughing and making jokes. The others….. One comes in and says that they are from Afghanistan and that Pakistan has helped the U. So he is going to rob Pakistan. I freeze. My dad, whose at the top floor is in the army.
He has been deployed at the afghan border once. Uncle comes back with mean thief. Apparently someone told them that we had gold bricks hidden somewhere. This is where I start to calm down. Not for me. He then tells the nice guy to shoot ME to get them to talk. We manage to talk him out of it. After a bit more beating and searching they decide to leave. Whoopie my nexus is gone. Everyone is safe, though they were about to take a hostage. Also one of my cousins was apparently crying and begging the gunmen not to kill him to the point where the thief had to reassure him they are not.
So yeah. Later police tells us one of them was killed in a showdown at another house when one of the neighbors called the police. My mother is traumatized by the incident. When I was about 8 years old my family and I were away on holiday staying at a motel. My parents had their own room, my sister was in the single bed room, and i was on a little fold out bed in the living room.
I forgot to lock it and went to sleep in my fold out bed located in front of the door. Next morning woke up my parents wallets a bag and some cash was gone. In college I had these neighbors upstairs that were a gay couple. One night we all were coming back, drunk from the bar. They went upstairs to their apartment, and I went to mine. Moments later after walking in I hear them upstairs screaming bloody murder. I see a guy in a jumpsuit running by my window and I ducked in the closet and called the cops. When my neighbors screamed, they told me the intruder got spooked, screamed and ran out of the apartment scared shitless.
When the cops showed up to investigate, my neighbors got several possession charges weed , and the younger one got an underage drinking charge. She was downstairs watching TV while my brother and I were having a nap. I was awake at the time and walked out of my bedroom, asking if nap time was over and saw the guy just down the hall in our kitchen.
I remember him having short dark brown hair, average height and build, goatee, about 40 years old… When the guy saw me, he got spooked and ran out our back door. Maybe forty dollars in cash and a credit card or two at most. I had just moved into my first apartment and was in the process of moving in. The door that led into my apartment locks itself automatically when closed. So, I was going to the entrance of the apartment complex to get my mail while talking on the phone with my boyfriend. I returned to my apartment and sat on the bed while opening the mail while using the phone, I dropped the phone on the floor and it landed under the bed so I had to lie on the floor and stretch for it.
I saw something that caught my eye, there was someone under my bed…. My eyes widened and I choked the urge to scream. The bathroom is right by my bed so I hastily walked in, quietly locked the door, turned the shower on, jumped out my window my apartment is on the first floor and called the police. They told me to wait nearby, but to go to across the street and see if anyone comes out the door to the apartment complex. This was during summer and it was still light out, I placed myself across the street, hiding behind a car while watching my open bathroom window and the entry door.
I called my boyfriend and he came to me just before the police. I gave them my keys and they went inside. Only moments later two cops came out holding a thin and tired looking man. The policeman that had stood beside me and comforted me while the police searched through my house I was a mess, shivering and crying told me that the man stood outside my bathroom door with one of my kitchen knives waiting for me to come out. This man had somehow crept in my entry door while I was getting my mail and hid under the bed.
The man that was trying to hurt me turned out to be a homeless person and was placed in a mental hospital. My boyfriend moved in with me the very next day. In , my dad was 11 years old and living in Leeds with his mother and step father. And for some pocket-money he would do a paper-round every morning, extremely early. He left the house in the dark being October as usual and went to collect the papers, setting off to take his usual route through some playing-fields essentially a public park, but not a very well kept one.
But this morning was a particularly dark and gloomy one, and as he approached the cut-through he usually took, there seemed to be something off about it, so much so that it genuinely freaked him out just to be there. He decided to take his time and go the long-way around, just to avoid the park, and thought nothing of it for the rest of the morning.
When he got to school after his paper round, everyone was freaked out, and in quite a state. And upon asking his friends what was going on, they told him that a woman had been murdered with a hammer, and stabbed in the neck earlier that morning in the same playing fields that he decided not to go through, and on the same pathway too. Probably just a major coincidence, but a very lucky one at that, because the time he was on his round was the apparent time the crime was happening. This story takes place in The cast of characters includes my mom, my dad, my brother, and of course, the serial killer.
My brother was little at the time, and had been at a friends house. It was late at night, winter. My parents pick my brother up, load him into their car, and start driving home. As they are leaving the neighborhood to get to the main road, they see a man come out of the woods with a shotgun, and get into his van on the side of the road.
Now, the area I grew up in was suburban, but the folks can be rather redneck. Seeing someone come out of the woods with a shotgun is worrysome, but usually just means it was a poacher. Dad just keeps driving. The man gets into his car and follows my parents onto the main road. Still nothing to be worried about.
They make a few turns on the way home, and it becomes increasingly obvious that the van was following them. They pull into the housing plan we lived in, which was mostly new construction. The van pulls into the plan behind them. At the time, our house was the only finished, occupied house on our little cul-de-sac. Pitch black. Dad gets out of the car, sends mom and brother into the house and tells them to lock the door. He waits till they get inside, then he walks up to the van. Stands at the nose of the car, and just stares at the man inside. No questions, no bravado, no nothing.
He just stands there and waits. Now what you need to know about my father at that time. He had a full ride scholarship for football in college.
Spent a year on some God forsaken little island at a ranger camp. He is an intimidating man, and always has been. Without being overly tall or large, he has a presence. He is now much older and somewhat overweight. But in he must have been something, because without any words being exchanged, the man put his van into reverse and just… drove away.
The next morning it was all over the news. A man had been murdered the night before, in the housing plan my parents picked my brother up from. Just a street away, a man had been shot through his living room window with a shotgun. Died on the floor while the wife tried to flee. Kids asleep upstairs.
The wife leads the man through the woods on a chase. They find her body a few hours later in the woods. The same area where my family saw the man come out. Turns out, it was Edward Surratt , serial killer. His house was about 6 or 7 blocks from the school, so when the weather was nice he would walk home from school. One day on his walk home, he noticed a guy in a van driving by him slowly. It was a bit strange, but he thought nothing of it. Then it happened again and again.
Eventually the guy driving the van started yelling things at him, usually asking him to buy drugs. This is when my dad recognized the guy as Roger. Anyway, the cycle of Roger following my dad for blocks as he walked home and asking him to buy drugs continued for who knows how long. My dad always got this gut feeling that something was deeply off about Roger. The walks must have seemed like they took forever. In a different town, still small and remote, a woman is at home with her son and 3 stepsons.
Roger and 3 other men break into her home with shotguns and force her and her boys to lie face down on the floor. Roger and the gang threaten and taunt them for hours before shooting them one by one. One of the shots partially blew off the wig that the mother was wearing. Roger thought her skull had blown off and, assuming she was dead, stopped shooting her. She survived, later describing hearing a horrible noise as she lie there, and then realizing that she was hearing the blood drain from her son and stepsons. But it was never about robbery, it was about the thrill of taking human lives.
The mother eventually identified Roger and the 3 other men as the perpetrators, with Roger being the ringleader. Roger recently died in prison. Back in i was at second grade and was coming home from school alone for the first time. She said she had no husband, had lost her son years ago and just wanted to give me a hug. Something about this woman got me the creeps and now later on thinking she did act, talk and look really weird.
Almost like she was a man dressed in old womens clothes. But This could be just my then juvenile imagination playing around. After asking me for a hug she reached her hands towards me in the motion of one waiting for a hug, i took off and ran as fast as i could, all the way home. As i ran i think i heard her laughing really loud with a really low, manly tone.
And for a reason an 8-year old like me was not allowed anywhere near that kind of a magazine. I read about an incident that happened in the area where i lived. It was about a boy, my age, last seen by his friends, hugging an old woman and walking somewhere with her just to be never seen again. The case is still unsolved today. I still remember this today, 15 years later and it still gives me the shivers. When I was younger I lived on an estate of houses that backed onto a huge field where many people walked their dogs, it was even used as a cut through to the next neighborhood, which would take approx 25 minutes to walk though.
When I was about 13 my neighbor and I decided to camp out for the night in my back garden, which apart from a 6 foot wooden fence, was completely open to the field, albeit with 20 trees around the fence. Seeing as we were into action man figures at the time, we decided we would make the tent a hideout, so we got together some branches and one of those army nets to put over the tent to make it a bit stealthier, we also put the tent in the corner of the back garden which had a small roof over it, which made it very dark once the sun went down.
We did the usual thing, ate loads of crisps and sweets before we decided to try and get some sleep in our well hidden super dark tent.
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Around 4am I woke up to the sound of some one landing, and then walking on small stones, I then realized that below the fence my mum and dad had decorated with some gravel and flower pots, at first I thought it was our cat, but it was far too loud to be such a small animal, I slowly sat up trying not to make too much noise from my sleeping bag, then I heard it again. I once again tried to make my way to the front of the tent silently, and looked through the zipper, about 10 feet away from us, there were 2 guys dressed all in black crouching under the window sill of the kitchen talking to each other, I immediately froze and had no idea what to do, they proceeded to creep closer to us, looking for more windows or maybe an entrance, because we were in the corner of the garden, we were quite close to the path that led down the side of our house where there was a door into the adjoined garage, I heard them talking quite clearly as now they were less than 5 feet away from me and my friend who was still asleep.
They were talking about being unseen and just taking whatever they could find in the garage instead of breaking into the House and disturbing anyone. I had no idea what to do, so I rang the house phone which was pretty loud and waited for some one to answer took a while as it was very early as soon as the phone rang the 2 people bolted to the fence and hopped over, My dad then answered and I whispered for him to get outside ASAP with a bat or something.
Nothing happened in he end, but I am glad my friend slept silently! This happened about 3 years ago when I was My housemate and best friend at the time we will call him R was browsing Facebook when he came across a profile with his picture and a name that was not his. So R decides to add J and tell her that he was the real person from the picture and that she was in an online relationship with a fake profile. They get on Skype with each other and she is shocked to find out she was being catfished by this fake profile.
As soon as J sees me her face goes pale and she sends a link through to another fake profile with my picture. Upon doing some further research we discovered some scary stuff. We found about 20 more fake profiles, all of our close and extended group of friends. All of these profiles were active and were posting the exact same statuses as we all were.
It was like a fake community of all our friends, they all interacted with each other and posted regularly, copying and pasting every single one of our statuses to post on their profiles. That was just one example of the several creepy statuses posted about our location. It was then that we realised that whoever this person was, was following us. This continued for a few weeks. We tried in vain to contact Facebook and get the profiles deleted. No luck.
We were terrified. This person was following us, and posting our whereabouts when we had told no one. One day, it all just stopped. The profiles were gone. We never figured out who it was, and the whole thing remains unsolved. It was a really weird experience for both of us. So, I live in this apartment complex in Pakrsville, British Columbia. The building is fairly nice, mostly families and older people. So each floor has four apartments.
Mine is in the back of the building, on the second floor. As the title suggests, this has to do with my peephole. I noticed pretty early on that the peepholes in this building were crazy wide angle. Like, when you look through it, you can see pretty much the entire floor.
Call me paranoid, but anytime I go out to the kitchen to get a drink at night, I always look through the peephole. The people who live directly across from me is a middle aged guy and his wife. So one night I look through my peephole, and to my surprise, the little girl is standing outside of her door. I half considered opening the door and asking if she was okay, but then she opened the door and went back into her apartment. After that I checked the peephole more frequently, and soon enough, a few days later the same thing. Into The Dark: Season 1. Legion: Season 3.
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