my childhood friend

My family is not a normal family, we have every race within us, from white, black, asian, mexican. Everyone has many stories to tell. Even the kids. so heres the backstory to mine and my dads worst experience.

Ill split this into 2 parts of the same story.

Part 1

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My Ex’s Night Shift Horror

This story is from the perspective of my ex-boyfriend.

I’m a male, and I’m an American living in Australia and I did night shift occasionally at a Chinese food shop when me and my ex girlfriend were together. It wasn’t too bad as first, I was making $25 an hour whether I was working day or night. Now, I’m going to mention I don’t work there anymore due to personal reasons. Well, I guess I better get to the scary stuff.
Well, I was working the night shift alone one night, and it was a Tuesday night as I remember. I saw some weird looking dude walk into the store and he seemed normal at first. He ordered some Mongolian beef, sweet and sour pork and a 1.25L bottle of Solo. So I did up his order, and he paid. Then he looked me dead in the eyes and said my deceased father’s full name. My gut instantly knotted, and I started getting that feeling in there that you get when your body picks up when you’re in trouble. I simply said to him, “That was my father’s name. Did you know him?” He simply chuckled and then said MY full name. In that moment, I excused myself and told my old boss aboout the dude. My boss was an old dude from China, but pretty energetic and fit. When he got out to where I was working, he pretty much confronted him and started yelling at the creep to leave me alone. He cackled in a spooky way and in that moment, I snapped. I started screaming so loud, I lost my voice for a few days. I rang New South Wales police while my boss was trying the get the weird guy out of the shop. While on the phone, I peeked out to see if my boss was okay. What I saw, I could not believe. My boss had pinned down the guy and had managed to get a good view of his face. According to my boss, he looked a lot like Keanu Reeves, but a lot more uglier, not to say the actual Keanu Reeves is ugly. When the police arrived, the dude was arrested and I later found out he was well known for dealing methamphetamine and was found to have traces of it on him. I also found out he had been stalking me because apparently I looked like a younger version of him, and that I had stolen his youth. I left that shop when I moved with my current girlfriend to the big city. Jeez, I hope I never have to be that scared in my life ever again.

Don’t go jogging alone

I am seventeen years old. This story took place in my hometown, Arizona, last year around Christmas time. I live practically in the middle of nowhere; our house is surrounded my woods and great running trails. It was around 8 o-clock, and I decided to go out for my daily run. I’m on the track team at my high school and I usually run a couple miles a day to keep in shape. I usually run by myself or with my friend. However, this time it was alone. It was about a mile into my jog, and everything seemed perfectly normal. I decided to turn around because it was starting to get too dark. I had only jogged for about five minutes after turning around when I saw a short, dark figure in the distance. It wasn’t in the middle of the path, but more off into the side of the road. From what I could see, it looked a child. I walked up cautiously, and took out my can of pepper spray that I take with me for safety. When I got close enough to see the little girl, I noticed that her eyes were bloodshot. Her hair was an absolute mess, and her clothes were all ripped and torn. She had twigs and dirt all over her body. I asked if she was okay, but she just began mumbling under her breath. I couldn’t make out a single thing she said, but she repeated the same “phrase” over and over again. I backed away slowly and she reached out her hand and touched me. It gave me chills. I sprinted back home as fast as I could – too afraid to look back. When I got home, I couldn’t stop thinking if she was possessed or insane or just needed help. I never told anyone about my experience because I knew they wouldn’t believe me. My family are skeptics. All I know is I will never go jogging alone ever again.

Stranger at the Truck Stop

Before getting into this story, currently where I live, there have been posts on Facebook with people who have claimed to have been approached by people about “bibles” and “the word of god” and if they’re interested.

One women said she was approached by a female and asked about a bible, she declined and then was followed through 4 neighboring towns until she finally pulled into a police station where the car, full of guys, slowly drove past her, glaring. This was taking place about 15 minutes from where I live.

Turns out, its human trafficking, sex trafficking, the whole 9 yards.

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My uncle’s story

Hi, my name is bobby I’m from India. My uncle was an army officer but now his retired well every time he come to our house me and my brother exactly sit down and listen to his stories every time but this one particular story my uncle said always scared him till now whenever he tells the story The colour from his face drain. This happened to him when is was a training officer a boyscout he was the best one in camps

he even catch snakes with bare hands everyone felt safe when he was around. So he was in the camp with very few people him and other 5, they were in a forest where people said it was haunted. They being they make fun of it and laughed about it and said some story’s that they heard from people.

Well night went on it was time for them to sleep so they weren’t juniors so they know.

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Creepy Bedroom

I’ve been convinced for the longest time that my bedroom is haunted. It sounds very cliché, and the reasons why do too, which is why I don’t speak of it often. When I was 9, I had woken up to see, for a moment, a demon-like girl, and what seemed to be a puddle of blood at the foot of my bed. I closed my eyes, sure I was just hallucinating, I had after all just woke up.

Once I reopened my eyes, it was gone. I rolled over onto my side, and tried to go back to sleep. That’s when I felt a breath right on my ear. I’d never jumped out of bed so quickly.

That experience is the foundation for the belief my room is haunted. It wasn’t hard to move on and forget that moment, I’d convinced myself it was just my 9 year old mind. I’m now 15, and not so sure it was just my mind.

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My backyard

I live in a decently large town just outside of Niagara Falls. Crime isn’t very common on my side of town, but the east side has seen murder and rape. I used to live on the east side of town. It wasn’t pretty, so my family and I moved out to a nice suburban area on the west side.

I was home alone on a warm summer day, maybe 75 degrees. Anyways, I was outside doing some housework as I was instructed the previous night. Just as I was finishing up cutting the grass, a man walked on to my driveway. I looked at him, and asked him if he needed anything. He paused, and just.. jogged away. I brushed it off as nothing and went inside.

Later that night I walked down the street to my local corner store. I walked inside and saw the man again. I felt chills down my spine as he approached me. He said in a raspy voice “You really know how to use a lawn mower!” I thought nothing of it and just replied with a smile. He looked at me and smiled back. Things got awkward. Quick. I said I needed to leave and he blocked my path. “Are your parents home?” He said grinning. I responded yeah they are. I was lying. He didn’t say a word, but I said “is there something you want?” He just stared. To my luck, the cashier came out and told him not to block the exit. He then proceeded down the junk food aisle. I got out of there faster than hell with my eyes as big as marbles. I ran home like a bag caught on a gust of strong wind

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I move, but this haunts me whenever I visit.

When I was younger, sometimes at night I would hear weird noises at my old childhood home, which was in a country town in Wisconsin, with a population of almost 10,000. I would hear or sometimes see things at times when I was living there. It would range from weird scratching, knocking, weird animal noises, all the way to seeing bright glowing eyes constantly peering out from the darkness of the thicket in between the houses from across the street. I honestly don’t know what it was, but almost at least once a week, at night I would see the eyes. Here where it gets weirder for me. See sometimes I would run back and forth in the kitchen since I wouldn’t be allowed to go out at night past 9:00 pm and I needed to get my energy out since I have ADHD and I don’t have a good outlet for it. But anyway, one night as I was dancing around a little, my dad asleep on the living room couch having passed out from coming back from work, and I had my earbuds in with the little lamp that sat on the corner of the kitchen counter on.

When I was doing this I saw something out of the corner of my eye as I was turning around, it was just almost out of my peripheral vision. I stopped and turned back to the window, which was in front of the sink and faced outwards the street. From what I saw the ‘thing’ I saw seemed like a doggish like figure. It was kind of an ashen grey color, with short hair that looked like it was almost non-existent, the ears sorta clipped at the tips and you could sorta see its ribs and it stopped near the street light. I had initially thought that it was a stray dog or a dog that had escaped the shelter, as that had tended to happen a lot because of the terrible funding the shelter had. The street lamp that was at the corner of the sidewalk washed over the dog as it edged closer to the honey-yellow light and I could see that it didn’t look right. Like not sickly looking, but sorta unnatural in a way that people need to take a double take to confirm what they had just seen. The dog was indeed an ashy grey color and did look to have clipped ears like I thought before, but its mouth looked weird like it was awkwardly stuck in a crooked position. You may think the dog may have been in an accident or from an abused home, but you see most dogs who have bodily problems like that usually were put down because many of them couldn’t eat or live properly without assistance and the shelter couldn’t afford that sorta thing at the time. And many people didn’t want to adopt a dog like that. So it was already weird to see a dog with that physical issue walking around and without a collar, and no owner. I had taken out my earbuds at this point and opened a crack in the window, I don’t know why really, maybe to call to it or maybe I thought it would let me see it better.

As I opened the window it seemed to have heard the noise and turned it’s head face me, which thinking about it now was practically impossible cause it barely made any noise besides a light scuffing sound as I pushed it open. As the thing faced me I saw something very disturbing. It’s teeth, it’s fucking teeth, they weren’t canine-like, they were like humans but arranged to fit the ‘dog’s’ mouth. And its eyes were huge and fucking red, not an amber red color or reddish brown color, but a fucking glowing reddish color, like when you use to flash a camera at someone and their eyes flash red. It fucking smiled at me, well I think it tried to smile, but the jaw was still at the awkward position and it’s weirdly long tong lolled out. In a calm panic, I quickly shut the window, hard, and locked it. That seemed to make it stop staring, it tilted it’s head toward me one last time before shutting its mouth, and dashed out of the street lamps light and up the darkness of the street ahead. I vaguely recall that it didn’t have a tail, or maybe it was a really stubby one. I can’t say for sure, but I don’t want to remember. Cause I know that many skinwalker stories have it were they have no tails, and I don’t want to believe it is one. I really really don’t.

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That creeping….thing out there…

My name is Alex…I saw something out there…I-it was horrifying. I never wanted to remember this living nightmare. I was 14. I went into a forest for deer hunting with my friends. I never should have gone into those dang woods. we had been walking, and I had only caught a rabbit.

I was armed with my shotgun, a bowie knife, which was a gift from my dad, a flare gun, normal flares, my ASP pistol, and extra ammo. My friend carried a .22 rifle, a army knife, one flare, a Ballester-Molina pistol, a bow, and extra ammo. We kept on walking through the woods, going deeper and deeper into the greenery. Then, we saw something horrifying.

There was blood splattered everywhere. Now, when coyotes or wolves go hunting, they make the kill right. They take the sick, or one of the wounded or young, separate them from the group, and lead them to the alpha. The critter doesn’t even know it’s own throat has been ripped out till it’s too late. It never sees the alpha coming. It may hear it, but never see’s it coming. Sure there may be some blood, and it’s even worse when they breed with coydogs, but this…this was different.

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