Psychopathic homeless junky at the improv

This event happened to me last summer so I may be a little fuzzy on the details; however, I remember enough. This event occurred during either the third or fourth day of a week long field trip that the oldest age group of my camp, and our sister camp attends. Our camps are in Massachusetts and we were in California for the trip.

Now, enough background information, time for my story. My friends and I were at a theater awaiting to watch some form of improv. Side note, I normally hate improv.

So anyway, we were waiting inside for our sister camp to show up. Ten minutes into waiting a loud noise lifted everyone’s head off of their recently regained phones, to the entrance doors.

About four kids, me being one of them, and two councilors approached the thankfully locked doors. What we saw will be burned into my memory: a tall, slender, almost skeletal, balding, dirty man banging with his fist on the door with obviously all his strength, and he was yelling in a raspy voice “LET ME IN!!”. My friends and I began to back up and tried to hide. I know right, a cluster of sixteen year olds scared of one man.

We were scared that the door wouldn’t hold this psychotic, high, homeless, and or insane drug addict for long.

Then one of my friends who had just left the bathroom, Jack, heard the man yelling and did the most stupid thing ever! He walked towards the door and extended his hand to the door before, in unison, we shouted “Jack”! Thankfully he walked away but the man was still yelling.

Soon we no longer heard yelling and the councilors called the cops.

Who showed up, a policeman on a non motorized bicycle who looked like a rookie. After taking the councilors statement and leaving, we began to calm down and started ripping on Jack for possibly getting us killed. Just then, the heavy locked exit door, which I was sitting in front of started getting pounded from outside and we heard a muffled let me in.

Afraid I moved; however, it quickly died down and nothing like that happened for the rest of the night.

A few minutes later the girls came, we watched the show, I nearly crapped myself laughing at the show despite it was improv ‘based’. Before the summer, I had began listening to narrators such as darkness prevails, lazy masquerade, corpse husband, and mr.nightmare; however, I never would have believed that an event similar to their narrated stories would occur to me.

Now I pay much more attention to their stories so that I know how to get out of situations like this, just in case something freaky occurs to me again.

So, homeless, insane, and or drug addict, I have two think to say, get help and let’s never meet again.

California Road Rage

This happened a couple of weeks ago.

I live in California where driving is almost always aggressive. I often wonder if some of the drivers are high on weed or other drugs. I was driving recently on the highway when someone cut me off and almost slammed into my car.

I honked and gave him the middle finger. Yes, I know I should not have done that but living in California you get exhausted from the stupidity in some drivers.

Also, it is not uncommon for people in California to break-check you, flip you off, honk their horn, and follow you while they flash their lights, and yell at you through their window. It is kind of the driving culture here in California. Anyway, after I flipped him off, he then moved to the lane on my left and stared at me.

I exited the freeway as my exit was coming up.

The guy followed me off the freeway. As I exited the freeway, there was a ramp leading down to a stoplight before turning onto the street. The light turned red and I had to stop. I was in the right lane waiting to turn right and I noticed the guy had followed me off the freeway and had kept tailgating me so I switched lanes so that he was no longer behind me.

When the light turned red and I looked in the rear view mirror, I saw that he was getting out of his car and was on foot charging towards my car.

I freaked out as I didn’t have any weapons or mace on me. Just as he was running over to my car, there was a car in front of me and I could not turn right. Right before he reached my car, the light turned green and the car in front of me took off. I sped off so fast before he could get to my car. He then ran back to his car and jumped in.

I was afraid he would follow me again and that I wouldn’t lose him.

I was about to look for the nearest police station using my GPS as I have heard that if you are ever followed you should drive to the police station and not home.

I kept driving and soon realized I had lost him as he was in another lane. I have no idea what he planned to do to me had he been able to get close to my car. I am so glad the light turned green before he reached my car as I would’ve been stuck there had the car in front of me not moved from the green light. I’d hate to think what would have happened. Maybe he would’ve damaged my car or punched my window.

Regardless, I was quite shocked that a man would physically charge at a woman over something so stupid as road rage. I plan to get a stun gun or mace to protect me and keep it on me at all times. I used to carry a baseball bat in my car. Maybe I will have to go back to that again. I would like to say that I have learned my lesson about road rage and flipping cars off but I have not.

It is still something I need to improve about myself and not react so much to other drivers but as I said it seems to be part of the driving culture in California.

Summer break creeper

First you know that I am a girl and am 20 years old and I live in California. The time this story takes place happened to me when I was in junior year of high school and was 17 years old at the time. After school one day, I was on Facebook doing what anyone would do, checking posts, commenting and updating my status when all of a sudden, I got a message.

At first I thought it was someone I knew and they just wanted to talk so I opened it to see who it was.

When I opened it, I saw it wasn’t anyone that I knew at all.

The person who messaged me was a man named Umer and he sent a message saying hi. I wasn’t sure why he messaged me so I checked out his account to see who he was. On his account, it said he was from Pakistan and a few other basic stuff that most people put on their accounts so I didn’t think much of it. In one of his picture, he looked to be maybe in his late twenties to early thirties.

After I messaged him, asking him who he was, he said I looked cute.

I thought it was a bit creepy but I had to remember that anyone can your pictures or posts and other stuff on Facebook so I just  said thanks. Now this is where it gets creepy, a few hours later or so, I get another message from him asking me how old I was.

Of course I was a bit scared because I didn’t know if this guy was a pervert or not so I didn’t say anything.

Then I get another message. This time it said ” Will you marry me?” I was was a bit shocked by this because I didn’t know who this guy was so I told him no. I knew I should have blocked him when he asked how I was but whatever reason I didn’t.

Then he got upset with me and said that he was going to kill himself because I had said no to him. I told him that he shouldn’t kill himself because I had said no but he didn’t listen. I didn’t know what happened to him until a few days later when I got messaged by his brother that he was put in the hospital because he got into an accident. His brother asked me what happened and I told him what happened.

He was upset that I rejected him and that his brother was depressed.

I was a bit upset myself because this guy was blaming me for his brother trying to kill himself.

I told that to fuck of that I was underage and to young to wanting to marry so I finally blocked the account for good and to this day I never heard from him again. So next time someone says you’re cute and asks you to marry them, be careful what you say because they might just threaten to kill themselves if you don’t marry them and remember watch out for creepers.

Serial killer neighbor

So my dad grew up in the San Francisco Bay Area in California and through his child hood he has experienced a lot of creepy things but this one has hit him the hardest.

Growing up he had a neighbor that lived behind him that him and his brother always found creepy.  His name was Steven Carlson and they called him creepy Carlson.

My dad and his brother used to like to adventure and explore the fields and drainage tunnels in their neighborhood for fun when they where bored. One day my dads older brother came to him and told him that his friend had found a dead body of a girl  in a nearby tunnel. Sure enough it was true and the girls name was Tina faelz.

my dads brother was interviewed on the news and his friend was used as a witness. 40 years later my dad came to me and told me that they found the person who killed Tina faelz.  I knew about the story of the body because he had told me when I was younger. When he found out who it was his jaw dropped.

It was the creepy neighbor that lived behind my dad. You can look this case up today and it truly happened

The Barbie radio…

So, this encounter happened when I was probably 6 to 8 years old. I am now 21 but I can remember this like it happened yesterday. I lived in a middle of no where town in California, and I hated the silence of this crap town. So I always slept with the TV or the radio on. My tv had broken a few days prior so I brought out my old Barbie dream radio from my closet. God I hated that closet.. But that is for another time.

This night was especially quiet and very Erie. It was a school night and late so I had to force myself to sleep. I turned on my Barbie radio which was already programmed to the FM station that I liked, then I crawled into bed. It was probably about 40 minutes later and I still was not asleep. My room felt odd all of the sudden and changed from the simicalm feeling, to cold and frightening one. I should tell you this was not my first paranormal experience and I was very perceptive to changes within a space I occupied. Realizing that a entity was probably around I stayed laying in bed staring at my ceiling hoping it would go away. When I Hurd the click of my radio changing what program it was on. On this radio it had the ability to change from FM to AM as well as tapes and CDs, however ,there was a little lever that had to be pushed in order to make it change the program.

After the click the sound of white noise filled my room. The volume was being turned up ever so slowly and I could hear a man talking. Barley audible this mans voice crept out of the radio leaving a sour taste in my mouth, as I huddled under my blanket in fear of getting off my bed to shut it off. I did not want to let this thing know I was even awake. A few more minutes go by of the sound of white noise and a faint male voice which got louder as my radio’s volume continued to climb however, I was not able to make out what he said at this point. The max of this radio’s volume was not loud enough to wake my mom on the other side of the house, just loud enough to creep me out and make my room sound like I had my tv plugged in on a station I did not have.

The next thing I hear coming from the radio however, is what makes this tale so damm scary! I tilt my head ever so slightly to see if I can see anyone in my room. No one. Great! Then the sounds of crackling and static gets louder. There is a faint scream coming from the radio that is also getting louder. And then all of the sudden the radio says my name! Loudly I hear TABBI in a husky male voice I have never Hurd before! I am beyond freaked out at this point I fly out of bed grab my radio, which is still making the staticky sound and flipping from am to fm. Rip open my window and throw the radio out the window. My mom comes rushing in as she Hurd the window screech and me making clashing noises as I ripped the Radio plug out of the wall in complete darkness. As I hear the satisfying crunch of the radio hitting the floor the sound stops and my mother bursts through my door. I turn around as I was looking out the window and scream. She asks what the hell are you doing? I scream agian and run to her crying and holding her legs.

A while later she gets me to calm down and brings me to her room and I slept with her that night. Ever since then I sleep with my room completely scilent and the light on at the foot of my bed. So, if you ever were concerning getting your little girl a Barbie dream radio, don’t! I don’t know if it was as just mine but that thing was possessed. I never moved it as I didn’t want to go around it. But a week after the incident and it was long out of my mind, I walked by it unintentionally, as it made a staticky noise and I Hurd a faint hello… come from it I ran to my mother telling her what I wouldn’t before. She believed me and rushed to throw the thing away about a mile or more from our house…