This story took place about a month ago and still haunts me every single night. To start things off, My name is John, I live in a very rural part of Pennsylvania.
The night this took place, me, and my friend, Zach were working on my car in our shop pretty late. Our shop is a medium sized building in the middle of the woods just outside a small city.
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My wife and I were sitting on the couch last night playing some PS4 together, a totally regular game night. Now, as I said in my last encounter, I’m scared of the dark because of what happened, and absolutely ALWAYS lock all of my doors and windows at night. Despite this, while we were playing PS4 I began to hear what seemed to be the meow of an injured cat. It sounded like it was on my driveway. I paused the game and my heart was pounding because any random noises at night now put me on edge. Being an animal lover I could only ignore the meowing for so long. I mean I love animals, what can I say?
My wife also wanted me to go outside and check on the cat. Since I haven’t told her what happened a few months ago (and still refuse to tell her) she doesn’t really understand just how truly terrified I am at night. After about half an hour of constant meowing I decided to at least TRY to man up. So I got off the couch and grabbed my flashlight. I nervously crept to the window next to the front door and peaked out of the curtains ever so slowly. Without even using the flashlight I could see the silhouette of a cat at the very end of the driveway and breathed a sigh of relief. I started the process of telling myself to man up and began slowly unlocking the front door and stepped outside. At this point, I was kinda proud of myself for even stepping one foot outside at night. I literally hadn’t done that in months, usually I’m in bed well before 11pm as I really don’t want to be awake when all the freaks come out. Honestly, my last encounter changed my entire perspective on reality. How many other fowl creatures creep around at night without no one ever seeing them? This is the single most terrifying thought to me. What kind of unimaginably terrifying things tap on my windows at night that I’ve never seen or heard? Lord, my heart is thumping right now..
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To start off, I’d like to give you some background to how I ended up working the night shift of a security job at a pharmacy in the middle of nowhere.
Being fresh out of high school with no immediate plans to go off to college, I decided that getting a job would be worth while. I live in a small town just off of a highway in the mid west United States, and when I say small, I mean small. Our population’s no more than 700. As you can imagine, in such a tiny community there aren’t too many well paying jobs, especially for someone with only a high school diploma.
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I am not a stranger to the paranormal. Ever since I was 12, I noticed we were not alone in this world. The story I am sharing is not my first experience, but the scariest so far.
I was 16 at the time. Due to my parents being divorced, I had to go see my father every other weekend. He recently moved to a new rental. This rental has a bit of a story. You see, the previous owner of it just let his animals die. We would always find bones in the yard. Being in the country side gave me very little things to due, and outside was not an option due to the landlords’ business was run on the same lot. Shortly, my right to stay upstairs in the living room was taken away by my step-mother. My room became my sanctuary.
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I live in a small town in Ontario, which has it’s ups and downs. I was about 15 years old when this experience took place, and it has scarred me to this day. Living in place like Toronto, the crime isn’t high. I generally feel really safe where I live, not only since it’s a small town, but because this area wasn’t one to be trifled with. Crime wasn’t a biggie in these parts, and so I trusted almost everyone. Almost.
My house is located at the edge of my neighborhood, and across from my house is a small park. Behind that small park is a field, that has many hills, and a forest behind it. It is really quite beautiful, especially during the summer and fall. Canada is generally cold, and sometimes really does live up to it’s stereotype. I’m an outdoorsy kid, when the chance arises. Most of my time is spent playing video games in my room, but I don’t mind walks in the forest out back.
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