Devin

My idea of stalkers have always been people who followed you, and watched your every move, and nothing more, but I’ve recently learned just how very wrong I was. Okay, let’s get to the story.

It was a typical weekend. I was in my room, on my phone. I decided to go on a site called “Omegle”.

Omegle is a site where you can meet, and talk to random people. On phones you can only text other people on this app. I had begun talking to people, and skipping until I started texting this person named Devin.

I started off the conversation with a typical “Hey, how are you?” he typed back something like “Good, you?” etc. We started talking and I found him to be really similar to myself.

He asked for my number, and I reluctantly said yes.

Bad idea.

We started texting on Imessage, and I asked him for his instagram. He said “I don’t have one, but I have a music.ly” He gave me his Music.ly and I checked it to make sure he was a kid, and not a 40 year old creep. He seemed around my age, and pretty normal, so I gave him mine. Again, terrible decision.

The first red flag was the fact that the second I accepted his follow request, he started liking every single Music.ly that I had made.

I had about 50 Music.lys, so that means he took the time to scroll through every single one. I didn’t find this weird, I just thought he really wanted to be my friend.

The next day he texted me at about 7 AM. His text said “So, you got a bf?” I was single at the time, so I answered honestly. “No, I don’t, do you?” I wasn’t into him, I was just curious.

He typed back “No, I’m single.” I felt really uncomfortable, so I just put my phone down, and went to my basement. The next day I was on my phone, watching YouTube, until I got a text from Devin. He again asked if I had a bf.

I texted back the same answer, and, already knowing his answer, left the conversation like that.

20 minutes later he texted me again. “Hey…can I ask you something.” He said. “Sure, anything” I answered. He took a second to type back. When he did answer, he said “Will you go out with me?” My stomach churned.

I hadn’t even known this kid for a week, and he was already asking me to be his girlfriend. Another red flag. I anxiously typed back “How could we date? We live in two different parts of the country.” He mentioned earlier that he lived in Alabama. I lived in Massachusetts.

He then almost immediately wrote back “We can skype and FaceTime.” I stopped texting for a minute, then he typed “You don’t have to if you don’t want to.” This made me feel guilty, like I was breaking his heart.

I then did the stupidest thing ever… I said I wanted to go out with him.

I went to bed later that night, and when I woke up, my phone was beeping like crazy. I checked on Music.ly and he had commented on one of my post’s, saying “Hottest one ūüėć”

Keep in mind I was only 12, so someone else saying I was “hot” made me extremely uncomfortable. I deleted the comment, thinking he would get the message.

He didn’t.

He kept doing stuff like this, all the time.

I blocked him on everything. When he relized that he couldn’t comment on my Music.ly he made a video. The video of him was just him on his bed saying that he wanted everyone “To follow his girlfriend Mary on Music.ly.” This is where I drew the line.

I texted him that he needed to leave me alone, and that I wasn’t allowed to date. And just like that, he was gone.

The Silhouette

When I was about 12 I went to a summer camp that was 5 weeks long. During the 2nd week was when things started getting downright creepy. It all started while many of the kids were canoeing on the lake, it was getting pretty dark out and I was sitting on the shore with my friend Jordan.

We weren’t aloud to make a fire so we had flashlights that were bright as crap.

Jordan was shining his flashlight on the trees trying to creep me out, obviously it didn’t work, and as he was shining the flashlight I caught a glimpse of a dark silhouette of a large man. I sat there for a second but then Jordan and I bolted off back to the cabins. He kept telling me it was an animal or my eyes playing tricks on me but I know it wasn’t.

The next morning I tried to forget about it but I couldn’t so I just went on with my day and when the sun started going down all the kids at my campsite were doing s’mores and hotdogs.

I was roasting a hotdog next to Jordan then I saw it, the silhouette, again and with out realizing it I dropped my hotdog in the fire and looked at Jordan and gave him a nudge but by time I looked back it was gone. I told a councilor what had happened but he and Jordan both said I was imagining it.

Now fast forward a week Jordan, my friend Chris and I were in a group together for survival night (Survival night is when a group of 3 boys goes into the woods with nothing except a few knives and sleeping bags for 2 nights). Chris and Jordan were trying to get a fire going and I was collecting fire wood and searching for dinner. About a good half hour later Jordan found a bird to cook for dinner, which wasn’t the best, and we gobbled that down. That night when we were supposed to be asleep I was laying on the ground unable to keep my mind off the silhouette then I heard footsteps from about 10 feet away……they were closer only about 5 feet away. . .now they were barely 2 feet away from me and I could barely move.

I looked up. . .and there he or it was! All I could think to do, if I was even thinking, was to sit there staring at it and I wanted to grab my camera and take a picture or video of it but I could not move. . .

I was frozen solid out of fear. I quietly whispered to Chris, because he was closest to me, and told him there was something watching us. He saw it too. He woke Jordan up quietly and covered his mouth then removed his hand from Jordan’s mouth when he pointed to the silhouette. There we were. Frozen in fear. Staring at whatever it was. After about 7 minutes of sitting and staring I worked up the courage to take a picture of it. I clicked the button for a picture but it was on video mode.

I couldn’t do anything about it though because the instant I clicked the button on the camera the silhouette just disappeared. Jordan, being his daredevil self, ran after it and Chris soon ran after him and I didn’t really plan on sitting in the deserted campsite all alone in the darkness. I quickly put my shoes and tried to catch up with Chris and Jordan which I ended up doing.

But when I did, they signaled me to be still and then I realized why. About 12 feet away from us there was a cabin. No not a cabin from our camp. A manmade cabin out in the middle of the woods. It appeared to be old and broken down. The door was nearly off the hinges and 3 of the 5 steps were broken. In the window were cobwebs and the silhouette but he moved away from the window when he noticed we noticed him. Our minds wanted to go inside but our bodies would not allow it.

After a good 20 minutes Jordan started to walk up to the cabin. I followed him and so did Chris. It reeked. It smelled as if something died in there. We looked around and there were 7 camp T-Shirts, 4 of which were in a fire pit that looked like it hadn’t been used in years. Chris and I approached an old, broken mirror with letters on it but they were in some weird language. When Chris backed up, the old warn out, faded carpet slid over a few inches revealing a trapdoor. Now I was scared as crap and didn’t want to investigate the trapdoor but Jordan and Chris wanted to and I wasn’t going to stay up there alone.

But when they opened the trapdoor, they slammed it shut in horror. What was down there were bones.

Not skeletons. Bones scattered across the floor. when we got up and approached the door there he was. The silhouette murderer was standing in the doorway. We stood there frozen but the silhouette wasn’t frozen for long. He neared us and started whispering in some weird tongue. But before he could get to close, Chris threw something at the window and he jumped out so Jordan and I followed. I think we had all crapped our pants at that point.

We tried to find our way out of the woods, which we eventually did, but we kept tripping and running into things. We reached the campsite and looked for a councilor. When we did we yelled and ran towards him. He looked at us like we were being overly arrogant and told us to go back into the woods. Jordan yelled at him so he would listen to us and we told the councilor about what had happened. He stared at us for a second. Then he ran to find the other councilors and told all of the kids to go to our cabins and make sure nobody goes out. I waited for what seemed like an eternity then we saw police cars. A bunch of officers got out of their cars and a councilor asked us where we found the cabin and since we didn’t exactly know where…we had to lead them to it….right back to the silhouette.

They investigated the cabin. No trapdoor. No letters on the mirror. Nothing. It was all gone. The police officers and councilors scolded us and we had to be punished for this even though we tried desperately to convince them there were human bones. Then I remembered…while Chris and I were investigating the mirror, Jordan was looking through drawers and he had found a notebook. He showed it to the officers but nobody could understand it. They handed the book back to Jordan and we went back to our cabin. The next morning we all left. Everybody had to leave 3 weeks early. I was never told anything else about the cabin and they closed the camp the next summer for reasons I don’t know.

But I’m convinced that someone had gone down the trapdoor. -N. Carter Woods

 

Mothman in West Virginia

I am an Asian male, black hair, 13 years old, ¬†weigh about 160 pounds and I stand about 5 foot and I’m also colorblind. Now that is cleared up, I can continue with my moth man ¬†experience.

My family moved to  Point Pleasant West Virginia about 3 years ago, where allegedly the mothman was first found. My mom picked a quite  neighborhood, and I was kinda happy because that mean i would have more peace and quiet. But sadly we had to move again, due to this   problem.

It was a Friday night and I just got out of school, my friend Tony asked me if I wanted to go see a movie?

I happily said yes because I didn’t wanted to walk alone back home, and I ¬†always felt watched.

Me and Tony walked to the local movie theaters, and there was about 40 people there. And it took us ¬†awhile to get some popcorn. After we got it, we took our’s seat and watch the movie. After that, Tony walked me back to my house because I was too scared.

Along the way we felt some air hits us even though there was no wind that night, and we could feel something watching us. Not even 5 minutes later, we saw something moved in the bush cliché and  all of a sudden a man jumped out of the bushes but it didnt looked like a man, it had wings on it.

Tony freaked out and pulled out his  pocket knife, all the while I stand there scared shitless.

I didn’t know what to do, so I told Tony to run for it. He ran and I followed, ¬†even though we ran as fast as we can, I can still hear wings flapping above us. ¬†I started to think about how the moth man could scoop down and take one of us.

I started crying while running and I think that what made me stop for some air.

The mothman landed and ¬†pinned me to the ground so I could barely move, ¬†luckily I could reach my pocket and grab a metal pointed mechanical pencil. ¬†I stabbed the mothman and he let me go, ¬†I didn’t know I could stab someone that hard. I was surprised because I’m the fat kid that can’t even lift a 30 pounded weight, and stabbing a hardcore monster that looks pretty built, is kind of achievement that most people won’t get to have. Anyway, I started running again and my left ¬†side started hurting because I was running too much.

I saw Tony calling someone on his iPhone 5s, I looked back and saw that the mothman flapping his wings towards us, ¬†I know it’s a bad time to say it but that wind felt amazing ¬†against me. But it had this foul odor, so I stop ¬†enjoying it and told the mothman to fuck off and leave us alone.

Tony ran again but this time I ran first back to my house. I didn’t see the mothman again for about a couple month later, this time he was foolish to attack me in broad daylight with Tony again. Because this time Tony had this sharp knife that could cut a leaf if it falls on it.

We were still afraid of it but we didn’t show it, Tony ran up to him and made a deep cut on him. Oddly the blood was green, and just a tiny drop fell on the concrete sidewalk, the mothman looked at us ¬†confuse and whisper these chilling words. ” i’m all around you at night, you can’t hide from me. I see you when you sleep, I see you when you go outside”.

I told him to fuck the hell off and started to run with Tony following behind me. We called the cops after we got home, and I felt so ¬†stupid that I didn’t call the cops earlier. And before we told the cops where we saw the mothman, it started to rain. Completely erasing the mothman DNA from existence.

Me and Tony aren’t good friends anymore because I moved away from that town. And I ¬†haven’t seen the moth man for about 2 1/2 years now so great, ¬†and I told my mom and my sister about the story but they don’t believe me. ¬†And sometime I can still feel wind above me even ¬†though there’s no wind.

Hopefully this story find Tony so we can talk again about this  encounter and how it made us shit bricks.

Even in the Light

This has only happened recently. I have lived in my small one bed room apartment for years now since I was 16. I have always lived alone with a few exceptions of friends or girlfriends staying with me. I am in a relationship now but she is away studying abroad. So I am completely alone in my apartment. I should also mention that I work overnight security and have for years. I get off at 7 in the morning.

Sometimes I stay up until noon or even later. Sometimes I go home and fall asleep right away. My bedroom is big actually. Big enough I keep a sheet hung up blocking out part of the room. I keep my windows sealed up so no light can bother me during the day. There are a recent series of incidents that are happening. I will list one and probably the more terrifying one.

I had gotten home stayed up until around 8 or 9. Then I went to sleep. My room is usually pitch black day or night. I woken up feeling a bit odd. Out of habit I have been and still do leave my phone charging kind of under my bed more on the side but I digress.

So reached under my bed to grab my phone when I felt another hand lightly brush up against mine. I wasn’t originally freaked out thinking I was still waking up. I decided to forget my phone and try to go back to sleep. Now I should mention I have a fan a stand up fan next to the other side of my bed as I like it a bit colder. I decided to turn on my other side to get comfortable.

I immediately noticed my fan was not there. It’s strange how my mind noticed that first and not the girl in its place. She had a white dress. Tattered and dirty. She looked around 9 or 10. Her body was rotting. I could see bones pushing through the skin. Her eyes were as red as ¬†fire I guess but not quite that dramatic. Her smile was not normal it didn’t look out of the ordinary at all but I could sense malicious intent behind it. The shock of it must’ve really woke me up because in one moment she was there the next it was just pitch blackness.

Immediately I could hear the sound of my fan blowing air on me and I realised I must’ve been dreaming. I was immediately relieved. Started to calm down and let out a sigh of relief. Then I saw it. It was quick like a flash. I saw a figure run from the side of my room the side I have covered up too my door and quickly opened it left and shut the door on its way out.

I got up and checked my door was locked my windows were locked. Here’s some advice even if it’s daylight. The sun is out shining bright. If there is darkness there’s things in it.

The unknown number

I live in a small town in Canada, this took place in the summer of 2016. I live in a valley, we have houses in the valley and houses ontop of the valley. So I went to hang out with friends. 4 of us (including me)

My friend kept getting texts from an unknown number threating they’d beat her up. So we all went up to my other friends house. She made sure every door was locked.

One of the texts read ‚ÄĒ “lock the doors, and hide or your face will be beat in.” So we were flipping shit, and basically all crying.

We tried to figure who this person was, but we never found out (still to this day.) We all calmed down, but it was 4 AM and we were scared shitless. So when we finally fell asleep ‚ÄĒ it was for what felt like 6 minutes. A pounding on the door woke us all up.

We were all freaked out, we thought we knew who it was ‚ÄĒ the unknown number. So of course everyone just shut up, and waited it out. That was when she got a text AGAIN.

What happens next haunts me for life, and I can never get it out of my brain.

“hey you awake? i know who you’re with.” And they started listing our names. We all were horrified. The friend who let us stay over brother got out of his room, and walked into ours. He asked what the knocking was. We told him NOT do awnser it. So he went back to his room. That still confuses me to this day ‚ÄĒ why did he wake up, and check on us.

She kept getting text messages from the number.

The last message was the one that made one of our friends almost break out into a sobbing fest.

“goodnight girls.” And it sent a pic of us, and our friends brother talking with us. My heart dropped. We all said we would call the cops, but we never really did. We never turned this into the police, because our parents didn’t want us to go to the cops.

When ever a private number phones me to this day I always think its that person. I’m still traumatized. It never really did go away.