Category: True Creepy People Stories

Green Truck


This story takes place over a year…
When I was in eighth grade I would walk down a steep hill to the school bus stop every morning. Everything was always so quiet in time and it was a perfect way to clear my thoughts before I went to school. I was always a precocious child, primarily because of my step mother who had instilled stranger danger lectures in me since I was six. I am extremely grateful for that.

Just so people know, I was fourteen at the time. So one morning I was walking down the hill when a green work truck pulled up on the other side of the road. A man that I had never seen before asked me if I needed a ride. I told him “no” and kept walking. He asked me again and again until he realized I wasn’t biting. He drove off. I kept walking and then when I got to the school bus stop I told one of my neighbor’s kids, but I did not tell any grownups yet. A couple of days later her pulled up again, and this time he was even more insistent. I kept telling him to go away, and he got frustrated and drove off. This time I told my parents about it. They called the sheriff’s department to file a police report, and an officer came and took my statement with a description.

What are Friends For?

By PlanterMooses

This happened last year, when I was close to becoming fourteen years old. For a little backstory, I live with my mother, and my dog, but my mother is gone often for work, which leaves me alone most of the time. It was a Saturday and I had a friend( who we will call Alex) over to hang out. It was close to 10:30pm, and we were both tired for hours spent playing video games, and watching YouTube. The street iis empty, usually,spare the random car or motorcycle passing by, and today is no different. Alex says he is hungry and gets up to go get some snacks, after about 3 minutes, Alex returns, and to my dissary, with no snacks. I give him a loud “What the fuck dude!” He rapidly puts his hand over my mouth, and motions me to go upstairs, and then I see the horror in his eyes. I stealth climb up form the basement, and sneak into the kitchen, which is the room next to the basement.

To my complete horror, I see a large, tattooed, middle aged man standing right outside our kitchen window, looking right in my direction. Luckily it’s all dark in our house, and I doubt he could see me, I took the chance, and BOLTED back to Alex. We locked ourselves on the basement, and waited for what seemed like hours, Alex tried to use the landline to call the cops, but we found that all power had been cut to our house, as the circuit breaker was on the outside of our house. We were both scared shitless, which was then amplified by the sons of breaking glass, as the sound of heavy footsteps echoed throughout the house.

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