Nightmare Farm

So, growing up in my native county, a lot of strange things happen. We are a more, rural area, then the town that we call our home. Living in Maryland, half of it is country, the other half, development. I love where I live, but at times…all the trees, noises, cracks, and bumps, they catch you off guard. This happened about 3 years ago.

It was my job on the farm to go and take care of our dogs that we have outside. You might think it is wrong having dogs sleep outside, but, we built a large barn with the help of the Amish that we use for both equipment for the farm, and a small area for the dogs to have beds and bowls. Back then, we had 3 labs, used to have 4, but we found one of them a home. These dogs are the type of dogs that are bred for hunting, even at an old age, they would follow you out, sit at your side, and go fetch anything that you flew or was shot down from the sky, so not very timid dogs. Well anyway, I digress.

So, the barn we built was not very far from our old house, if I had to estimate, I would say, 3/4 of a football field away. Now. that might seem like a long walk, but, to us it was normal, as my drive way is called a lane for a reason. It was always my job to take care of the farm animals, including the dogs. Most of the time, at 6 I would head out and feed. The night in question wasn’t much different, only that I had lost track of time playing Garry’s Mod with my friends. On my way out, I made sure to grab a flashlight, as it was dark out by now, about 8:15. We had a few storms, and, thanks to mother nature, we had a thick fog around night and morning.

Things were normal, besides my heavy, fast walking steps on the rock road. I am never good when it comes to night or darkness, guess its the fear of the unknown. So, when I get up to the main barn, with the cows, I head inside. Thank god we have a motion light outside and the light switch inside is close to the door, because that flashlight was weak as hell. As I brought out the buckets of feed for the cows, they all rushed to the troughs, they always are happy when you get them food. As I turned away, I noticed something in the corn field through the fog. My heart started racing, my mind of course thinking of something disturbing or creepy. To my relief, a pack of white tailed deer walked out. I was at first a bit pissed, as I knew they were eating the sweet corn, but then relieved that it wasn’t something else.

By now, with the cows fed, I moved on to feed the cats. A while back people thought it was a good idea to drop cats off at our farm, hoping they wouldn’t find their ways back, they didn’t. We still feed them, so don’t worry. A few of our cats were already inside, which was strange, as they would hang outside at night, hoping to catch a few mice running into the fields. They were a bit more jumpy then usual, but I ignored it. On my way back, I passed by our neighbor’s house. The original farm house, sad they screwed up the insides.

When I made it back to our house, I grabbed a coffe can that I set out to fill the dogs food. With that in one hand, and flashlight in the other, I started the walk to the dog barn. Now, they have little gates they run through to get to the fenced outside area, and normally at this time, we would be barked at just by passing by.  I couldn’t hear a single bark, and when I tried looking with the flashlight, the fog got in the way. Figured it was late, they must be tired, or just think I wasn’t feeding tonight. As I continued my march, I looked around at the tree lines, hoping to see a car passing by through the thick “hedgerows”, or collection of trees and weeds that form the border of the property line. I turned my head to the cornfield, as it was between the hedgerow and the barn. As I looked into the stalks, I saw two red glowing lights from the field, standing still in the field. At first, the rational side took over, thinking it was just a light from the development next door. But that would be from the back of their house, and they wouldn’t have red lights, I doubt their “perfect community” would like that. I froze, after realizing that it couldn’t be the development. I saw the lights move a bit, as I turned the flashlight to the cornfield. Whatever it was, it made its way further into the field. This was in the middle of a harvest, so, the corn was pretty tall, tall enough to cover whatever the fuck that thing was. I turned, running to the barn like a soldier rushing on D-Day. The dogs were inside, freaked out by either whatever the hell that thing was, or the storm. I went on, feeding them, keeping my eyes fixed on the old glass window that was added to the barn. I saw a bit of motion outside, and the rational part of my mind kept saying “Maybe its storming again, maybe its just the wind blowing some fallen leafs” . Bullshit and I knew it, whatever the hell it was, it was out there. I stayed inside, locking the doors, as if that would keep me safe.

In my act of fear, I ran to the shelves we kept the tools on. I knew my father, being a gun loving man, had weaponry hidden everywhere. I was able to find a crank air gun, while it wasn’t the strongest, it at least could cause some bleeding. I sat down on a tractor we had stored there, aiming at the areas this thing could enter. I sat there for a straight 30 minutes, my dogs silently eating and drinking water. I finally decided screw it. I placed the rifle back on the shelf, as it was clunky, running with it would be impossible, and I sprinted to the second door. I swung it open, and made a mad dash to the front door of my home. I swore I could hear the rattle of corn stalks as I ran. When I got back, my mother, who was watching TV asked me where I was. I walked past, just saying fed the cows, and went to sleep. I woke up the next day, with my dad yelling at me. Not only did he find the air rifle, loaded, safety off, leaning against the wall, he found a bunch of corn stalks pushed over, as if kicked down. I defended myself, telling him that I did the cows late and I rushed back home to feed the dogs. He didn’t buy it, and I was forced to salvage what corn was still on the stalks.

I haven’t seen anything like it to this day. While I still am slightly afraid of what is out there, my fear has gone away in the past years. The only thing I can say is, if you live in the Delmarva area, always be sure you keep your eyes open.

Won’t be visiting Aunt Jane

This experience happened around 10 years ago when I was about 9 years old.

My parents had been fighting, and they were in the process of getting a divorce. They didn’t want me to have to be in that kind of environment, so they decided that I should stay with my aunt, who we’ll call Jane, for the summer. At that point, I had only met my Aunt Jane twice. I was a shy little girl, so I was really scared to have to leave my home behind for those few months. My mom convinced me by telling me all about the woods Aunt Jane lived in. Her house was isolated, and woods surrounded it for miles. I had always lived in the city, and I was dying to experience the outdoors. I quickly forgot about all my previous fears, and was now couldn’t wait to visit.

I started packing a week before I even left, and I couldn’t wait until the day I would leave.

Sometime in late June, Aunt Jane came to pick me up. Aunt Jane is a very petite woman. Probably about 5″1 and 120 lbs. Short black curly hair, and wearing at least 4 inch heels. She was younger than my mother, probably in her early 20s. She was amazing and easy to talk to. Funny, friendly, the whole package. It was a great change from the constant arguing of my parents. Aunt Jane lived about 400 miles away from my home and in another state, so it was a two day trip to her house. We stayed in a hotel after driving the entire day, and all was well. The next day, we finally arrived. What I heard about the place was true, In all directions, there were only trees and hills.

It was amazing.

The sound of nature was absolutely beautiful, and I couldn’t wait to play outside. By this point, though, it was dark out, and Aunt Jane told me not to play outside until tomorrow. I was disappointed, but I soon got over it when we walked into her house. It was huge. I was used to our small one story, one bed two bath house and wasn’t expecting Aunt Jane’s 2 story 4 bed 3 bath house. She showed me to the room I’d be staying in and introduced me to my uncle, who we’ll call Dillon.

He was a giant compared to me aunt, standing at 6″0 and weighing 192 lbs. He was friendly and young as well, and we got along great. The room I was staying in had a small twin bed with a pink and yellow striped blanket and stuffed animals for me to play with on one of the shelves. I was so happy. I fell asleep easily that night. When morning came, my aunt suggested that we go shopping. We stayed out all day until dark, so I couldn’t play outside.

This kind of thing went on for the next few weeks, Aunt Jane either finding things for us to do inside or us leaving the house until dark, so I never got a chance to explore the property. One night, curiosity got the better of me, and I decided to sneak out to play outside after everyone went to sleep. Aunt Jane and Uncle Dillon both slept in the master bedroom upstairs, and the one I was in was staying in was downstairs. I waited until about 2:00 AM, then I snuck out the front door with a flashlight and began walking around the property, though, something about it felt different.

I could hear sounds of nature from the bedroom window, frogs and crickets, and could feel a light breeze whenever it was open, but now that I was outside, everything seemed still. No sounds, no wind, no nothing.

I continued walking, until I felt something grab the back of my leg and pull me to the ground. When I turned around, I saw something that still gives me chills writing about today. It was tall and inhumanly thin. It was completely pale white, and had the eyes of a human and the teeth of a dog. It was at least 7 feet tall and easily towered over me. It had no fur, no hair, no eyebrows, just completely naked. It’s genitals were covered by a brown skirt type of thing, seemingly made of tape and twine. I locked eyes with it, and it let out an almost human scream.

It was the most painful sound I’ve ever heard, and it still gives me nightmares to this day.

Immediately, I turned around and booked it to the house and ran inside. I locked every door and shut every window and ran up to Aunt Jane and Uncle Dillon’s room, woke them up and told them everything. They didn’t do much else besides tuck me into bed and tell me everything would be alright, but it didn’t help. For the next few nights, I would hear things scraping at my window, intentional sounding knocks, or that same scream from the woods.

The room I was staying in had no curtains or blinds, so every time I heard something I would look to my window and see nothing.

A week of this goes by, and I hear the scream again. This time, though, it’s right at my window. I look to see that same creature looking directly at me, smiling wider than I thought possible. It began to knock loud and hard on the window, and I grabbed a pillow and blanket and ran to the bathroom.

I locked the door, too scared to even run to my Aunts room.

There were no windows in this particular bathroom, and it was the smallest one in the house. I threw my pillow and blanket into the tub and began to cry, I didn’t get any sleep and came out of the room the minute I heard Aunt Jane’s voice that morning. I told her everything, and she believed me. She told me that’s why she didn’t want me out there, that there are some things in this world you can’t explain, and shouldn’t try to. I just wanted to go home, but I knew I couldn’t. My aunt ended up moving me to a different guest room upstairs, and I felt safer.

This room had drapes, and was also higher off the ground, out of reach of that thing.

The next month went normal, and I actually had a lot of fun. I did so much there, and I forgot all about the thing I saw earlier in my visit.

Then comes the last day of my stay there, it went great, We went to a waterpark about an hour away, got ice cream, and watched movies together. I was so sad that I was going to have to leave soon. I went to bed as normal, only to be woken up my a loud bang outside my window. Hesitantly, I opened the curtains and looked down. There, I saw it. Knocking on the window of the room I previously stayed in, and looking up at me. It pulled its hand up and began to wave. It then mouthed the word “goodbye,” and took off running into the woods.

I haven’t told anyone except my aunt and uncle about this experience, and I don’t plan on doing so. I now understand why Aunt Jane and Uncle Dillon sleep upstairs.

Drunk At McDonalds, Random Creep from High School

Hey, I just had a couple of creepy things happen to me within the past couple days that I figured would be fun to share. You can choose which of them you would like to use if you want. 🙂 Btw, you can refer to me as ChristianGirl777, since that’s my YouTube name.

Drunk at McDonalds, Submitted by ChristianGirl777:

This past Sunday I had an unexpected and slightly unsettling experience. I’ve grown up very sheltered due to a protective family, so creepy things almost never happen to me. After the evening service of our church ended around 7:00 or 7:30, I drove my best friend, who I’ll refer to as K, and my little brother who I’ll refer to as H, over to Wal Mart so that K could pick up some things for her mother. Once we finished there we decided to keep to our original plan to get ice cream at McDonalds. Even though K was definitely lower on money than she was before, she still had enough to get some. A few minutes later we arrive at the overly popular fast food joint and I pull into the Drive-Thru. Let me just say right now that I’ve seen McDonalds busy before, but this was absolutely ridiculous!! There were so many cars that I almost couldn’t believe it. It hadn’t been this crowded in a long time, at least not to my knowledge. Anyways, we sit in the Drive-Thru marveling at how insane this is when we hear an intoxicated voice call out to us. “Hey!” We all turn to face where the voice is coming from and see a teenage guy waving at us. There are a few other guys with him, and all of them have bikes. Not wanting to be rude, I call back to him. “Hey!” “My name is Noah!” He cries out in an even more drunken-sounding way. Realizing that I probably shouldn’t converse with him any further, I roll up my window. K, H, and I laugh and joke about this whole situation as we wait for the cars in front of us to move. Finally, we get our food and get out of there. I felt better after seeing those guys ride away on their bikes in the opposite direction from where we were going, but that didn’t stop us from wondering what could have happened if we had continued to engage him. I honestly hope that he meant no harm, because the whole occurrence was a tad creepy. Especially when K mentioned how he was checking me out…

 

Random Creep from High School, Submitted by ChristianGirl777

I just had one of the most gut-wrenching things happen to me no more than a couple hours ago…If you’ve heard my McDonalds story, you know that I grew up very sheltered and thus very well-protected from pretty much everything. For the first time in my life, I received a VERY creepy message on social media from someone whom I really wish I could trust. I’m sure this kind of thing happens a lot, but for me this is a very big deal. Let me tell you how it all started;

I was talking to my best friend K, whom some of you know from my other story, and my other best friend M to make plans for this coming week. I’m getting a lot of time off work, and it really has me very excited because I will have more time to hang out with people.

Anyway, everything is going well, when all of a sudden I receive a completely out of the blue message from a guy who I haven’t seen or talked to in two years. I’m really shocked since even when we did see each other in high school, we didn’t really hang out much. Why is he suddenly contacting me now??

We have a painfully awkward conversation for several minutes, and then he starts asking me to hang out with him right at that moment.

Keep in mind that it’s about 10:00 at night…my parents of course don’t want me to go anywhere with him right then, especially my dad. The whole thing made me anxious, but I remembered how nice he was to me in high school the few times we did talk to each other, so I tried to give him the benefit of the doubt, even when his questions became creepier. He asked me if I had a boyfriend, what I like to do for fun, and what my favorite movies were, all of which could be seen as perfectly normal questions.

But having him pop them all out during our first conversation in years was extremely panic-inducing. I answered honestly, but was very careful with how I responded to him. All the while I’m telling K everything, and she is just as freaked out as I am. He had tried to contact her as well, but she didn’t respond to him as quickly as I did. We weren’t sure if he was going to try something bad or not, so I continued conversing with him in spite of how uncomfortable it was.

Desperately wanting to give him a chance in remembrance of how fun he used to be, I decided to meet up with him in person at Starbucks sometime the following week.

For all I knew, he was a decent person, even if he didn’t talk quite right. Some people have issues with talking to others, and they really aren’t trying to be unsettling with how they speak, so I figured it would be unfair to not see what he was like outside of Facebook. Not long after this I had an urge to talk to my third best friend, who I’ll refer to as A, about it since she knew him better than anyone else in my circle of friends did.

We talked about it for a couple minutes, and what I learned was definitely NOT good. Apparently he did to A exactly what he was doing to K and I, and she warned me to stay away from him. He was apparently just as creepy to hang out with in person as he was to talk to on social media, and he gave her a bad vibe. I quickly told K what A said, and we both ended up blocking him. We feel much better, much safer after doing so. I’m really glad that neither of us ended up having to deal with someone who was most likely going to be trouble.

I’m sorry if he was hurt by us blocking him, but really, he should stop acting so creepy with women…

Always Uneasy When I Visit

I was born 22 years ago in a small Colorado town an hour’s drive from both Farmington and Durango, just below Mesa Verde and a few miles from Ute Mountain. This was where I spent the first five years of my life before moving to Oklahoma. We still go back every year around summer for about a week or so to see family.

Now, the town being where it was, there was a heavy Native American population there and a reservation about ten miles away. Mostly Ute but a fair amount of Navajo as well. The culture was and still is very entwined into the town’s architecture and local art.

Now, as for the skinwalkers. As a child, I never learned the word or what it meant. Years later I came to learn that my mother (a white woman who had grown up well away from Native American culture and legend) always shuddered at the mention and hated the topic. She’s one of the ones who doesn’t necessarily believe in such things but she can’t be certain they aren’t real. I myself am a little more certain.

When I was younger (and even now, I think, because of these events) I had a crippling fear of the dark. The vulnerability of being in a place where you cannot see things that can see you just fine. The unknown.

One night, when I was about nine, I was over at another young boy’s house having a sleepover. The game room we fell asleep in had a large sliding glass door that faced out into an empty lot of dirt and scrub. It wasn’t uncommon to see a prairie dog town in full bustle there. But at night, the lot was a bleak and terrifying place. I had fallen asleep on the floor facing the window.

At some point I woke up to go to the bathroom, walking down the hall and doing so. On my way back to the small pallet I had on the floor, I looked out the door into the lot. Why I did, I don’t know, given my fear of the dark. From the faint moonlight I could make out a small form darting about from scrub brush to scrub brush, maybe a hundred feet away. Most likely a prairie dog or a rabbit. Dropping from out of the sky a hawk swooped down and pinned it just out of sight behind a patch of yucca. I was quite shocked by the sudden appearance of the bird, but not as much as I was by the man who crawled out from behind the patch on his hands and knees and stood up. In his hand was a small form dangling from its back leg.

Now, this man wasn’t dressed normally, as you may guess. From where I was I could make out that he was shirtless, wearing ratty looking pants and he didn’t appear to be wearing shoes. But most striking was his choice of headwear. On his head and going halfway down his back was what I could only imagine to be a full pelt of a coyote or a fox, with feathers tied to and dangling from the paws and tail.

He dropped the prairie dog/rabbit into a pouch on his waist and stood there for a few moments, looking around. He took a few steps away before stopping and turning to look at the house. At me. I don’t know for sure if he saw me standing there in the shadows of the room, but I know he looked directly at that glass door. He turned back the way he was walking, dropped to all fours and ran off, far more smoothly than most people would in such a manner.

I was frozen there for what seemed like hours but was more likely a few minutes. I heard my friend say my name behind me, him having woken up to pee and seeing me just standing there, staring out the door. He asked me what I was doing and I promptly told him it was nothing and laid back down. I didn’t sleep at all again that night. I could hear coyotes howling and yipping in the distance all the way to morning.

In the morning my friend and I went out into the lot, him to see prairie dogs and me to see what the hell happened last night. As I approached the yucca I noticed that there was blood on the ground and the leaves. Not much, but enough to notice at a glance. There was also fur and what looked to be a bird skull down at the base of one of the plants. But the thing I hoped I wouldn’t find was right there in front of me. In the dirt, there were very clear hand and foot prints leading out from the bush and away into the scrub, off toward Ute Mountain.

I never told anyone of this experience, and I never spent the night at that friend’s house again. Whenever we go back to visit family, we drive by that friend’s house on the way in. And every time, I shudder just a little bit when I think of that night.

I don’t know what I saw that night, but from everything I learned since then I think I saw what the Navajo call a Yee Naaldlooshii.

A skinwalker.

Blind Fear

He was everywhere and I couldn’t see to keep a watch. He would show up at random and unexpected places, times and events. I couldn’t seem to get away from him and by the time I was aware of him, it was too late and there was little I could do about it.

I just moved to a new apartment after losing my job, my house and most of my things. I downgraded from my own 3 bedrooms, 2 stories house to a single bedroom shared in an apartment with 3 other people. Each of us had our own bedroom and bathrooms but shared the Livingroom, kitchen and extra room. I was 27 and am a girl. My other 3 roommates were all about 23 and guys. It was all I could find and let me tell you, I was so past college life but they were right in the mist of it.

I used public transportation a lot to get about town and since I wasn’t working for a couple of months after moving in, I went around town a lot to keep busy. It gets boring sitting at home stuck in a single room for hours at a time. But this is when things got unsettling.

I first met him while waiting for the bus to go home. You see I am blind and have a guide dog and because of this, people like to ask me questions about my dog. “How old is she?” “How long have you had her?” and the all too familiar “What’s her name?” It gets old. Old hearing the same topic over and over. You walk in to get a coffee and everyone arounds start talking about their “cousin’s second X wife had a sister that once had a dog but it’s dead now…” There is so much more to me than my dog and people forget this fact. So, sitting there at the bus stop dealing with the same questions from this guy I had never met before who was also waiting on the bus wasn’t new to me. So, I felt like answering this day and struck up a conversation. But this should have been one of those days when I should have replied with “Sorry. Don’t tell people her name. She’s working and it is distracting if people say her name. It can ruin her training.” I use this when I just don’t want to talk to someone or just want people to do what I do and mind their own business.

The bus showed up, we got on and soon enough my stop came up. He, like myself, had found a seat and kept to himself not speaking to me on the bus. I pulled the chain as we got near to my stop and waited for the bus to stop. Stepping off the bus and stopped there for it to drive off so I could hear if traffic was coming before crossing the street to go home.

“Hey. Amber. I just wanted to say bye.” I turned in the direction of Todd. The man who had been sitting at the bus shop in the shopping center I had just left. My stomach dropped. I didn’t think he live in this area. Not many people did. “You live near here” I asked? “No. I live around the corner but I wanted to say bye.” He then offered to walk me home which raised red flags for me but I was used to people doing unusual things to me thinking I was stupid or speaking to me like I was a child just because I couldn’t see.

A week or so later I went out again to the same shopping area to get groceries. As I was leaving the store to go to the next place guess who just so happened to walk by the door as I walked out. Yep. It was Todd again. I am not sure if this was by chance or if he had been standing there waiting for me since I couldn’t see. But at the time I didn’t think much of it. It wasn’t until later I question it.

He asked me what I was up too and offered to walk me to the bus stop. I declined and said I was about to get dinner before my yoga classes since I had an hour. He asked to join and I excepted.

While we were sitting down talking, he kept describing what he looked like to me for no reason at all. “I have brown hair, blue eyes and I am handsome…” Thinking to myself I though “and why do I care?” He said he was about 41 I think and tall. Again, “why did I care?” I started to feel a bit uneasy at this point. Telling him I had to leave, he insisted on walking me across the street to my class. He asked me what time I got out and maybe he could meet me and catch the bus then too. I told him 2 hours when in fact my class was only 1. I figured this would give me time to go home before he came around looking for me. I didn’t want him trying to babysit me or something. I also didn’t want him to try to walk me home either.

I got home without seeing him, or at least I was unaware of him if he had been on the bus. At least he didn’t speak to me or try to walk me home. As soon as one of my roommates came home, I told them what happened. I asked them to keep a watch on this guy. He made me nervous. But not truly knowing what he looked like, it was harder said than done. I needed to get a photo of him.

Some days or even a few weeks later I was walking up the road from my apartment when I heard someone yelling my name. A bit confused as to who would know my name or call for me I stopped to figure out where it was coming from. He was across the street. There was a lot of traffic. It was hard to hear what he said but it was something like “I wanted to say hi. How are you doing?” annoyed, since I don’t like small talk as it is, plus with the sound of traffic and everything else, I rushed the conversations and kept going about my way.

A few times I would come home from some place and get off the bus. Wait a moment for the bus to drive off and as soon as it did, he would be standing there. “Hey Amber. It’s Todd. I just wanted to say hi. I see you on the bus and got off so I can ask how you are doing?” Each time this happened I would panic and say “Fine. Thanks. Bye.” And take off to my destination. This happened on my way home, to the mall and all over the place. It was starting to bother me the extent of it all. He didn’t always seem to have any other reason to get off other than to say hi.

He kept showing up in places. Places I didn’t post about on Facebook, places I had no reason to be at other than fundraising or random last minute reasons. Even worse. Worse than him just showing up. He somehow got my phone number and started calling me. I can only guess it looked it up since it had once been a landline and if you google my name, you might find a way to get it. I guess anyway. Maybe googling my first name and dogs name, something would come up about me and my guide dog school information. There are ways. But however, he did it, he did and started calling me. I blocked his phone number. Then my birthday came and so did his birthday card in the mail.

Not my apartment mailbox but my PO Box. I can only guess he knew it by following me to the post office and finding my box number as I checked my box. It was some card with a long hand written letter. My roommate said it was long, small letters and boring. So, I didn’t ask him to read it to me. It was written by hand so using my iPhone and an app to snap a photo at the time wouldn’t work. Newer apps these days may.

I see him at the mall soon after. He was selling hats and scarves with the cold season upon us but I think it got the scariest win the spring and after months of me not seeing him. I thought he had moved on but I guess I was wrong.
I got the bus stop where it all started. Someone was sitting on the bench and quickly got up and stepped to the side but didn’t say anything. Generally, people say hi or something but this person said nothing. Just stood up and moved to the side like they were giving me room to sit down. I stood. My dog wagged her tail like someone was being friendly to her than took a step forward. I pulled her back. Told her to lay down.

Let’s stop here and let me explain that service dogs are not machines, they are at the end of the day still a dog. So, you coming up and speaking, touching or even so much as looking at my dog can distract my dog. If you choose to blame my dog because you can’t resist interacting with it and she stops doing her job to visit back, then you’re not going to understand because nothing is your fault. But please, do not in any way visit a dog without getting the ok from the handler first. This include speak, looking and touching the dog.

So, my dog, trying her best to be good lays down. Then begins to craw forward. I knew, this person was trying to feed my dog. Fears of my dog being poisoned fled threw me. I have worked with my dog not to take food from others but she is still a dog at the end of the day and sometimes make mistakes. I stood her up and told her to leave it. A common command. The person finally spoke. “I like your dog. What is its’ name?” It was him. Todd, but trying to sound and act as if we had never met. I got angry. How dare he try to feed my dog. How dare he do all this to me. I pushed my dog away and made her leave the bus stop. Her training kicked in and she tried to keep us from leaving, knowing we were to catch the bus and thinking I was confused and did not know I was walking beyond the bus stop, she tried to fight me. I had to give her a correction and force her forward, the entire time thoughts flooding threw my head about this guy. Everything that had happened and trying to figure out why it was happening.

We walked. And kept walking. I think we walked about a mile to get on a whole different bus route that would take me to the new place by this point I had been living in. I haven’t seen this guy in months because I had moved and he had not reason to follow me home. Except that my bus stop was on the same line as the mall and he must have had some reason to go to the mall this summer.

I started to see him going to the mall but as far as I could tell, he never got off at my bus stop. I started to video me getting off and did a circle around me to be sure no one else got off and was following me. I had a few friends of mine who know of the situation to review the film to confirm I wasn’t being followed.

I never did get a photo of him since every time I had seen him, my brain turned to mush and I panicked. There was something truly wrong with Todd but I still have a fear of going to the mall or the shopping center where all this started. What if he is still following me.