Alone at Night


Alone at Night from LetsNotMeet


This is the original reddit thread where I wrote the story; this is a slightly edited-for-grammar version.

I was around 16 when this happened, so 12 or so years ago. I’d just gotten my license and had come back to my mother’s house to work on a paper because her computer was faster than my father’s. It was getting a bit late, but nothing seemed out of the ordinary, so I wasn’t nervous one way or the other. I took a break from the paper and headed to the main bathroom, which was at the back of the house. The wall parallel to the door faced the back yard.

It has a small window in it, and just as I was about to turn on the lights, I heard a noise. Not especially close, or loud, but it was coming from somewhere in the back yard, closer to the house than the small patch of dense trees that acted as kind of a buffer between the street my house was on and the one that runs parallel to it

. I went to the window and looked out, at first seeing nothing, but then a shape ran across the yard, which I didn’t think too much of at first because I lived in a pretty typical suburban area and my house borders two streets. It wouldn’t be uncommon for kids to cut through my unfenced backyard to get to the other street. But even though I rationalized what it could be in my head, I was still a bit uneasy. I was home alone, and neither parent would be home soon (both parents worked 2nd shift in aerospace companies), which left me a little bit paranoid.

I went back to the living room, which had a huge bay window facing the front yard and a glass door to the back yard. For a few minutes, I heard nothing else, so I started to relax. But then, I heard soft noises coming from near the back door. Like someone stepping really quietly, trying not to make a sound.

Cue the adrenaline. I called my dad and told him as softly as I could what was going on. Part of me felt like I was overreacting, but the other part just knew something was off. He had someone else call the police and stayed on the line with me as I got my keys and made my way to the opposite side of the house, where the driveway and my car was. He didn’t want me leaving the house, really, but there was no way I was staying, so the plan was to get to him, then drive back together to meet the police. I can’t describe how badly I wanted to get out of that house. The worst thing that I could do, it seemed to me, was wait inside until the police got there or whomever was outside decided to come in.

When I went to get into my car, my whole body was focused on just unlocking and starting it, then tearing the hell out of my driveway. Thankfully, no horror movie cliches kept the engine from turning.

My dad’s company was a short drive away, and when I got to him and we went back to the house, we were met by the police…who had found the house lit up. Every light in every room on. Every door, even to the attic and the basement, open. But nothing was taken or touched, which to me is the scary part; the fact that whoever it was wanted to fuck with my head, or my mother’s, since it was her house. It just scared me, and I never slept well in my mother’s house after that. I was more than a bit relieved when she moved.

The Man on the Trail

My name is Ashley, I’m 17 years old and I live in Florida. The area I live in is a relatively urban area, lots of stores and restaurants and things to do. But I’ve always prefers just walking around in a quite area by myself, since I’m a bit of an introvert. There’s a bike trail not far from my house, so I take every chance I can to walk it. I’ve never had any strange experiences until today.

I was walking back towards my house, having walked about a mile or so before realizing it was getting late, and I needed to turn back. Not many people were on the trail, just me, a jogger, and a mother and her son. I was about halfway back when I noticed someone walk out from the bushes. Typically I wouldn’t care, seeing as people go on and off of this trail all the time. But the area he came from was a busy highway, there was no way he could’ve been walking on it. For awhile, I was a bit confused. But I just let it go and tried to ignore it.

When the mother and her son walked by him, they paid no mind to him, almost like they didn’t see him at all, the same applied to the jogger. The thing is, I always try my best to be polite to everyone, so I smiled at him and waved.

He looked to be around my age, maybe 17 or 18 years old. He was dressed in all black, and seemed to be taking pictures of the graffiti on the underpass. He just looked at me for a moment, then smiled.

It seemed like a normal encounter at first, and for a few minutes I just sort of lingered around that area, figuring that he seemed nice, and if he struck up a conversation I wouldn’t mind talking for awhile. Some time passed with no luck, and I started walking again.

At one point, I looked over my shoulder, thinking I’d heard a biker coming from behind me. I had only gone a few feet, barely any distance at all. But he was completely gone. There was no way he could’ve gone back into the bushes, since I ┬ánoticed while I was around there that there was a fence on both sides. I would’ve heard something if he had climbed it, and no one else was behind me on the trail anymore.

I have no clue what I saw, or if it was even paranormal, but for some reason I just feel… Off. I just really wonder what it is that happened when my back was turned.

Pervert at the Mall

I was about seventeen when this happened, and I never really liked the mall that much in the first place, but when my friend pushed me to go, It happened. It was some day in the fall when we went back to school shopping. I hated shopping to begin with, because I’m always had to get large shirts because of my breast size while she’s always gets smalls. Yet, she offered to pay for all my clothes so I went with her.

A small discription of me is that I’m five feet and two inches, I have brown hair, and blue eyes. I was really skinny but god decided to bless me with huge breasts so I always stood out to most men.

When we got to the mall my friend went to Victoria Secrets, and I never bought anything from there so I felt completely out of place. However… while we where there I felt like someone was watching us. I felt gross, but I didn’t know why. I looked around, but I only saw a worker walking past us. I just brushed it off as being paranoid.

Once she got her stuff from there she grabbed stuff for me, and made me buy it. I said no, but she got it for me anyways. Then we left to other stores, I don’t remember the names of them however. Eventually the gross feeling left, so I tried to have fun for the rest of the day…. but the feeling came back.We where leaving the mall, when I felt it again I told my friend about it. She said she felt the same way, but didn’t want to tell me to scare me off. I was glad to hear it wasn’t my paranoia, but that’s just what made the whole scene very disturbing.

I really hated this gross feeling so I turned around, which I shouldn’t have. I saw a man hiding in the bushes that was used for decoration, he looked like a very horrible copycat of Justin Bieber that looked about forty. I then saw he had his hand in his pants and had a camera. I screamed, and my friend saw him as well. The man started to run and my friend chased after him calling him a pervert.

I felt like throwing up, I really wanted to get the heck out of there, but I couldn’t because my friend was the one who drove. So I waited for at least half an hour. My friend is not the type of person to mess with, she won’t stop chasing you if she saw that. When she finally got back she had his camera in her hand looking at the pictures, and her emotions where just blank. I asked her what was wrong, and she handed me the camera.

I took it very hesitantly and looked at the pictures. What I saw made my heart drop. There was pictures of us through out the whole day, most of them where zoomed in on my breast and face…… but one picture made my skin crawl. It was a picture of me… at the Victoria Secrets store… of me in the dressing room trying on the┬álingerie.

We instantly called the cops, and gave the best discriptions of the man as we possibly could. A couple weeks later they told us they weren’t able to catch that man. I’m scared to go to that mall anymore… I just hope that man didn’t save those pictures to any other device. Just the thought of it makes my skin crawl.