CREPPY INSTAGRAM FOLLOWER

I was home alone at my house. my parents went to florida to visit my grandma. So i decided to download an instagram. I didn’t really know how it works. And the instagram was uploaded. So ones i sign up to instagram i got no followers. So i decided to follow 25 random person. A couple minutes ago a random person sent me a massage saying i will kill u. And i replyed back saying who is this do i know u. A couple of minutes ago. He or she. Sent me a massage saying what ur addrees. And i told him why! And i ask him are u a boy or a girl. She or he replyed back saying im a boy. And i relyed saying ok. So i ask y he want my addres and his said his gonna kill me. And i froze for a second. But i decided to block him. And i didn’t get any massages for an 1hour. But some random person followed  me he or she named kingofhell and i decided to follow back. And my phone  vibrates it says kingofhell sent u a massage. And she or he sent me a pic of my house. And i was like who is this and how do u know where i live. And i told him are u a boy a girl. And she or he told me his a boy. And he told me im the guy that text u earlyier. And he told me to open the door or he’ll   kill me. And i decided to open the door. I know its sound dumb but i dont want to die. And then is saw him with the chain saw and i told him i will call the cops and he said too late you’ll die. And i quickly close the door and i call the cops. And the cops is coming for like  5 min. and i heard a bang lucily i was on my parents room and trying to find a gun and thank god i found it and i sent him a massage saying i have a gun i will shoot the heck out of u then the cops came and i heard i gun shot  maybe the guy is dead. And i heard a voice saying hello im the cop your safe now. And the guy is not dead but he got arrested. DO NOT EVEN FOLLOW A PERSON U DO NOT KNOW AND KEEP YOUR INTAGRAM PRAVITE

Late Night Customer

This story happened recently. I’d rather keep my name out of this, for security reasons.

I’m twenty one years old, and I work at a Gas Station; the Graveyard shift. Now, I’m really into the Paranormal and had my fair share of encounters. I own several books on Demonology and how to banish spirits and such, and Cryptozoology is one of my biggest passions

I am six feet tall and weight two hundred and fifty pounds, that being said, let’s get into the story.

I recently moved into a new part of the city because the rent of the apartment where I was staying went up and I couldn’t afford it anymore, and the new apartment was way too far from my previous job so I had to resign and look for a new one. I got hired a gas station within walking distance and the pay was decent enough to pay for rent and bills. It was perfect!

My new co-workers were very welcoming and willing to help me with any questions. During the first week everything went smooth and simple, my schedule was the one of the morning since it was slower and my training would be easier without so many costumers interrupting. It was fun while it lasted. Once I got my new schedule, I chuckled. My boss had given me the 12AM-to-8AM. I am a night owl, so staying up late was no problem for me. Besides, that meant I did not have to deal with lousy costumers, only the occassional late drunk coming to buy beer.

During the overnight shift we lock the front and back doors; the only way a costumer can get what they want to buy is through a window with a hatch that we open and lock.

Now, the Station is pretty big and exposed. The front is completely glass, like in the movie “The Mist”. My duties as an Overnight Employee are basic, just serve whomever comes to buy something and check inventory for the next day. Since there are no managers around during this hours and I’m the only employee, I gave myself the privilege of bringing my headphones for when I get bored at least I can listen to some music.

One night, around 11:45PM, I got out of my apartment and started walking towards the Gas Station. Since my apartment complex is on a bad side of the city, I always carry an extendable baton with me just in case. I put on my headphones and noticed something wrong with them, they wouldn’t play any music, only distorted static like an old radio without signal. Weirded out, I unplugged the jack and tried to see if it was my phone but no, the speaker was working just fine. I tried to plug the headphones one more time and they start working but as soon as they went on, I felt something on my back, like that feeling when you are alone in the dark and feel someone is behind you. I looked back and saw nothing, just an empty street. I kept walking and got the same sensation, I turned around again just to see a figure trying to hide behind some bushes and trees on an empty property next to the Station. The property was completely abandoned, tall grass, bushes and dense trees were the usual hideouts for weed smokers and other drug addicts. So I assumed it was just a guy smoking some weed and left it alone.

Once I got to work, I let my boss know with a text message, and the night shift employee left for the night after handing me the keys. I locked the doors and checked inventory, so far everything was calm. From under the counter I took out a graphic novel to read while listening music.

Usually we get around three to five costumers during the Overnight Shift and the night was barely starting so I had no worries, plus it was a week day so I highly doubted anyone would come.

Around 2AM, I noticed a person standing by the gas pumps. It was not unusual, sometimes homeless people would go and sleep. But something was odd about this person. They were wearing a long trenchoat and I couldn’t see their face, even with the lights illuminating. The person raised their right arm and waved at me. At first it weirded me out, then I thought ‘Ah, what the hell.’ And waved back. That was a mistake. As soon as I raised my arm, the person lowered theirs and just stood there. Slightly annoyed by that, I went back to my novel trying to ignore them.

After a good half an hour, the lights starting to flicker. I sighed and put down the novel and took off my headphones going to the back to check on the power, maybe a fuse was going bad. Once in the back, the lights went completely off. I got to admit, I got scared for a second but then I remembered my phone has a flashlight. Bless Technology. I found the switch and turned on the emergency power. We have those in case stuff like this happens and a big vehicle, like a truck is fueling up. I decided to text my boss and let him know about the power before writing a report but my phone had no signal. I cursed under my breath, this was a regular issue with my phone carrier so I just decided to write the report; once on the front again I saw something that sent a chill down my spine.

The person standing by the pumps was right outside of the front door staring at me. Now I had a good look at their face. It was horrifying. Their skin was blue-ish, like a blueberry, bald, and their eyes were black with a blue iris that stood out from a distance. The worst… was their smile. It was a huge ear-to-ear smile.

I did not know how to react, it was so sudden. They were easily seven feet tall, I don’t get easily intimidated but this… thing… made my knees weak of fear. I gathered all the courage I had inside me and spoke. “What do you want?” I asked in the most serious tone I could use. It pointed at the beef jerky section. “Ok, this is weird.” I muttered walking to the jerky without taking my eyes off of It. “This?” I pointed at the food. “You want food?” The thing nodded still with that grin. “Alright. I’ll give you food.” I grabbed a handful of beef jerky and went to the hatch. Still slightly nervous. The thing moved to the window,  keeping a two feet distance from it. Once it was right in front of me, I almost let a whimper. It was taller up close, and scarier. I could hear it breathe heavily, like it had run a marathon. I looked down and this time I couldn’t hold it, I let a little scream out when I saw its feet. They were like a reptile’s, like those of a chameleon: Split in two with four large toes ending in claws.

I took a step back. “What the f…?” I couldn’t finish my sentence, the thing put its hand on the glass and leaned towards its. Its hand was big, and also ending in claws. Its face was touching the window and its eyes were fixated on me. I was praying this thing didn’t try to break the glass. That would be bad. It slided its hand to the little rear on the hatch we use to give costumers their change. The claws made their way inside trying to reach me. I took a step back. “Go away…!” I yelled angry and scared. “I will hurt you!” Those were empty threats, I had no idea how to take on this thing, I reached for my baton and extended it trying to look intimidating but the creature… chuckled and took out its hand from the rear. “I’m not afraid, y’know!” I was VERY afraid. “What are you?!” I kept yelling at it, trying to be intimidating but the thing wouldn’t move a muscle, it just kept smiling at me.

At this point it was just a staring contest, me with my baton in hand and the creature just looking down at me. It felt like an eternity. After a couple of minutes, it walked towards the front door and started to push it violently, trying to get it. “No, you won’t!” I ran to the door, dropped the beef jerky, and pushed towards its direction so this thing wouldn’t break in, the only thing keeping the door closed was a chain and padlock, and two small bolt locks on top and bottom of the doors. If that thing was as strong as I thought it was, the door was not going to hold. “GO AWAY!” I yelled again trying to keep my composture but wanted to cry deep inside. The bolts gave up and the doors almost opened but thanks to the chains they held on just making a half foot opening… big enough for the creature to slip its hand. Adrenaline, or bravery, or sheer stupidity made me react, and the reaction was to hit it as hard as I could with my weapon. After I did, the creature stopped smiling and went completely serious. “I will hit you again! Stay back, you freak!” It retreated its hand once more and stood there, staring again.

There was complete silence, just me and that thing. Staring at each other once more.

Taking me by surprise, my phone started ringing. I forgot to turn off my alarm. It normally goes off at 4AM so I can get ready for the morning shift. The ringtone caught me off guard causing me to look away from the creature giving it enough reaction time for it to violently push the doors almost ripping the handles with the chains from it. This time its heavy breathing became straight up heavy pantings “Fuck!” My first thought was to kick the doors trying to push it away. It worked. It backed away and smiled again. It walked backwards four steps and then raised its hand again but only with three fingers up before walking away and dissappearing into the night.

The day after my replacement for the next shift arrived along with my manager. They both noticed the door handles almost broken and demanded answers from me.

I knew they wouldn’t believe me, so I lied and said two big guys tried to rob the store with baseball bats but I managed to fend them off. We filed a police report and left it at that.

That was two days ago. I do not know if the three fingers up meant three days… but whatever happens. I’m bringing my books about paranormal creatures, maybe I’ll know what this thing is, and hopefully… I will survive the night.

The Twin Skinwalkers

I had the great honor of meeting not one but two skin walkers at the same time. Before I get story telling, let’s go over the landscape. From where I stopped, to the right of me was an open grass field and next to the grass field was the community college I would be later attending. To the left of me was part of the golf course that intertwines with a small forest and path going around. I have been on the path several times before always getting the feeling something wasn’t right about it. It was off, just not right.

I was out doing what I usually do during summer nights, walking around listening to music. Because it was summer the nights were nice an cool. All I needed was a T-shirt and a pair of cargo shorts plus my favorite hat and shoes. It was about 12:30 am when I was passing the golf course that is near my house. I got the feeling something was watching me. Stopping, I looked around several times seeing if there was anyone other than myself walking around. Spotting no one I took out my headphones to listen, hoping I could find out that way. It was then that I realize it was quiet way too quiet. I’ve learned that there should almost always be some type of natural sounds being made. I heard absolutely nothing.

I stood still for a moment thinking, remembering I had actually brought my flashlight. Being delighted that I had brought it, for I had the thought maybe it was an animal staring at me. Reaching down to my pocket I pulled out to my flashlight hoping to catch glowing eyes. I caught glowing eyes alright. I stood stock still as I stared at what was before me. I did not, did not expect two pairs of glowing orange eyes staring right at my being. Never have I seen glowing orange eyes before.

Not sure what to do other than stay still as possible. I just stared right on back. It was then I noticed how high the pair of eyes were off the ground. The eyes were I don’t know maybe 7ft off the ground. “Shit, what kind of animal stands that tall living here? Fuck…a deer? Haha.” mumbling to myself. I also noticed they never blinked not once. It was a bit creepy. Standing there for literally ten minutes just staring, I had already gotten over being scared. Thinking of what I should do. I really didn’t want to get any close then I was, I didn’t want to fight either with two small ass pocket knives. Keeping the same path wasn’t a good idea either, I’d be going right pass them. Running might be my only option.

With that on my mind I slowly started to turn my back so it was facing the field. My flashlight still on the glowing eyes. Still going slow as before I stepped back, taking baby steps. When I thought I got far enough away for a good head start if whatever it was decided to give chase. Before turning off and pocketing my flashlight I remember I was still had my music going. Looking down for a second, I saw my ear buds hanging out of my shirt. I’ve always disliked them swinging back an worth while running so I decided to listen to the music playing at the time. I shove the ear buds into my ears. I really liked this song too so, I crank up the volume. Quickly I turn off the flashlight and putting it in my pocket, I put my right leg back. Turning fast I take off into a mad dash for home. I was going fast enough that my hat almost flew off, quickly turning the hat around so it doesn’t fall off I continue to sprint. Telling myself just run, faster, faster, faster. I do the one thing you don’t want to do. Look behind yourself.

I’m curious by default so of course I look behind to see if they gave chase. An what do you know! One of them did, but it confused me. From the short glimpse I got of it, it looked to be a really big coyote borderline wolf size. The sight of that made my adrenaline go an all time high because I was pumping my legs to go even faster. I ran the fastest I ever ran all the way home. When getting home I realized my only way in was through the garage. Looking behind me I saw nothing but I wasn’t going to relax. Pushing in the code I opened it just enough to get under the door. Rushing over to the other side to close it was finally when my adrenaline stopped. I felt the like throwing up, my lungs burning as if they were on fire. I was gasping for air, slumping to the ground just sitting there for a moment. Catching my breath I got up and made my way for the door, still panting slightly.

For nights after this event did I wonder what the hell I saw.  It wasn’t until weeks later while listening to DarknessPrevails during a video about skin walkers did I realize that maybe what I saw was a skin walker. This is maybe the second scariest run in I’ve had with a monster.

 

Werewolf?

It was a warm summer evening in mid July. I had just turned sixteen and gotten my  drivers license. We lived in the country and I loved going for drives through the woods. I thought it was relaxing, the silence, the solitude and the country music playing on the radio was all just a perfect way to spend an evening, in my opinion.

It had been a long day and so I decided to go for one of my drives. As I drove down an almost deserted road I noticed a disgusting smell, like wet dog but ten times worse. I figured it was just a dead raccoon on the side of the road or something, so I kept on my way. I came to a point where I decided to turn around and head back home to get some dinner and a cold coke. As I stopped to make a U turn I realized that disgusting smell was much stronger now than it was before and getting even stronger. So I figured I’d just floor it home to get away from the smell. But as I finished my U turn and started back I saw something odd.

A large black, splotch in the middle of the road. But, I just kept driving being the idiot that I am. I got close to the black thing and started to make my way around it. But then it moved. Curious, I stopped to take a closer look. To this day I still regret doing that.

The thing stood up, it was much taller than my truck… a good seven feet at least. Its yellow eyes looking down at me, its teeth glistening in the moonlight. It reached over and put its giant hand on top of my truck digging its claws into the roof. It leaned in and looked in the driver side window those red eyes staring directly into my soul.

Terrified I slammed on the gas pedal, my tires spun and spun. Finally my tires gained traction and I sped off going at least eighty. I looked back and… somehow… THIS THING WAS KEEPING UP WITH ME!! It chased me for a good two miles before diving off the road and disappearing into the woods.

I pulled into my driveway, got out of my truck and ran into the house. My parents asked me what was wrong as I collapsed on the floor gasping for breath. Almost eight years later, I still haven’t told them what happened that night, I haven’t told anyone until now. I just hope I never have to see that thing again.