Creepy backwoods experience

Hi, my name is Carter, I’m a freshman in high school, and I live in a house that has a huge expanse of forest behind it. I explore these woods behind my house quite often, and I used to make trips through it to get to my ex-girlfriend’s house with ease since I don’t have a car(at the time of this story I was still dating her). Unfortunately, I had an experience that has guaranteed that neither I, nor my ex, will ever set foot in those woods ever again.

This happened over 8th grade summer break.

I left my house around 10:00 to get to hers, it was dark, but I wasn’t worried, I had made the trek many times before, plus, her parents were going on vacation for a week, so I was willing to walk through the forest alone at night if it meant being alone with her for a week.

it was about a 20 minute walk going straight north, and I was confident that I would get there within 5 minutes after her parents left.

Now, my girlfriend and I had made plans for a doctor who netflix marathon, we were both major nerds, but of course, I was still excited to be alone with her for the night.

After walking for maybe 5 minutes or so, I saw movement out of the corner of my eye, I turned to see nothing there. Slightly disturbed, I texted my girlfriend to wait for me at her backdoor, I was worried that I may have to run from a wild coyote or something, and I wanted to be sure she would be ready to open and close the door quickly if I did end up running for it.

It was then that, I kid you not, I heard her say my name, and I immediately knew something was off, the voice I heard say my name said it in an almost seductive manner, but my ex had never talked to me in a seductive tone, nor did I think she even knew how to sound seductive.

Plus, she was at her house, so I knew that whatever I heard couldn’t be her.

I started walking faster, checking my phone to be sure I was going north.

Then, I saw movement in the corner of my eye again, I turned even quicker than before, and I saw it, a pale, naked, humanoid creature, or at least it’s head.

Then, to my horror, it slowly stood up.

Now, I’m a 6-foot-tall guy, so I’m not by any means small, but this thing towered over me. I was more terrified than I’d ever been before, but I had one advantage that probably saved my life, I have a very strong, very fast acting, fight or flight response, before this thing had even fully stood up, I was booking it north.

I could see the lights of my girlfriend’s house through the trees, and I started screaming to her OPEN THE DOOR! OPEN THE DOOR!” I was maybe 10 yards from the door when I saw her open it, I heard her start to reply “Carter, why are you yelling? WHAT THE HECK IS THAT!”.

I didn’t reply, I just ran in the house, and without stopping, grabbed the door knob, and slammed the door shut. I heard a loud bang from the door, as if something large had hit it at a high speed. My girlfriend was hysterical, she kept yelling that we were going to die,

I sat her down on a couch, and managed to calm her down.

We stayed on that couch for the rest of the night, terrified. Later, she told me that the thing had been right behind me, and that it had actually been about to grab me, when I had managed to somehow put on an extra burst of speed, and shut the door. I still don’t know what that thing was, but I can guarantee that no one could ever, make me go into that forest again.

Late Night Scare

This is easily the most terrifying moment in my life, this happened about a year ago. We live in a small apartment complex in North Topeka with my sister, my dad, stepmom, my German Shepherd Sheba, we had a few neighbors,

The metal heads up above us in apartment twelve, Ceno in Apartment four which was one apartment down from us. Then a weird black guy named Harold in apartment three. A few weeks before the incident, is he walked up and said: “Roblo, Roblo! do you got a cigarette, Roblo?” (we laughed when he said that) my dad handed him a cigarette, they both sat down in front of the apartment window.

After about thirty minutes of them both talking about what was going on in our families then the creepiest fucking thing he said sent chills down our spines “Hey Robert is it ok if your daughter can come see me in my apartment?” then my dad  told him “fuck no, dude get the fuck away from us you fucking pedophile”.

A week rolls by and my sister is walking over to Walgreens several blocks away, she was 15 at the time then he followed her, Harold yelled at her and said “Hey honey wanna come over to my place” Ceno,

he was pretty cool, he helped us whenever he could At the time he was outside drinking a beer, he heard what Harold said, walked over to Harold then told him: “what the hell is wrong with you?

shes 15 stay the fuck away from her you fucking pedo”.

On that Saturday night around twelve o’ clock, the scariest thing happened, thankfully my sister was at her friends and my step mom was at work.

some man was banging on the back window, the window that the room I was sleeping in, it was like a scraping sound like he was trying to break through the thin steel window cover on the outside of the window, about 15 minutes pass and he’s back at the back window trying to pry it open when he screams and says

“WHERE IS MY WIFE!?” and I’m laying down under my blanket sitting still as much as I could and my dad screams back trying to scare him off by saying

“I called the police Harold!” but he didn’t run off he still kept trying to break through, I told my dad to call the police but he responded with a strong “shut the fuck up Zach,

I know how to handle this.”. several minutes pass and I hear the first rip and tear on the steel window cover keeping him out, this is the first time

I started crying about thirty seconds pass and my dog Sheba comes running in standing in front of me preparing to attack him in case the cover gives away about an hour passes and we hear a loud crack and we realize that he was trying to break in through the door and he said again “WHERE IS MY WIFE! IF YOU DONT GIVE ME MY WIFE, ILL KILL YOU!” and my dad finally gets on the phone, starts screaming at the police to hurry up, about fifteen minutes later the police arrive and start questioning him why he did what he did, my dad got questioned by the police they say “do you have his wife?” and my dad responded with a pissed of voice “Are you two fucking stupid? he’s talking about my 15-year-old daughter!”

about a minute passes and they find a crowbar and knife thrown into the grass, the next day he was charged with attempted murder or something, about a week passes and we find out he had a mental disability and he never took his medicine and used marijuana to help it. several months pass and my dad is in his work van, drove by and Harold he looked at my dad with a death glare.

Scary School Experience

So when I was in Middle School we had this weird experience. So this story involves my 2 bestfriends we’ll call Gracie and Penelope. My boyfriend we’ll call Xavier and my Brother we’ll call Jayden. So Gracie and Jayden were in the same homeroom and Penelope, Jayden and I were in the other homeroom across the hall.

Ealier one morning a couple days before the incident when our bus arrived there was this commotion going on. A kid started screaming at a teacher to give his phone back. But those things can’t be used till after school at our school. The kid screamed that he will kill himself or someone else if he doesn’t give it back. The teacher never gave it back.

I started feeling uneasy because that sounded very threatening. But my brother Jayden just said I was being paranoid. And he reassures me that the kid says that stuff all the time. The day went by fine with no complication with the kid.

Five days later

Xavier went to run to the office to turn in attendance for our techer. But a couple minutes after he left we heard the teachers yelling across the hall in the middle of our social studies lesson.

Our teacher went into the hall and shut the door behind herself. The doors at our school automatically lock when closed so people on the outside can’t get in. We heard a teacher yell to call 911 making the classroom break into chaos. The other kids within the radius of us were pushed into the classroom we were in. So Gracie and Jayden ended up in the same class as us.

I ask Jayden and Gracie what’s going on. And it turns out the kid from the other day held some kids hostage in the bathroom. He tried to kill them but was delusional and thought a piece of paper and an eraser would wound them. One of the people held hostage was Xaivier,but obviously he wasn’t hurt.

But I can’t say the same about the kid…

Because they say people were going to send him to a mental hospital. But he never made it there because they day before he was going to leave he hung himslef on piano wire. He ended up decappitating himself says his next door neighbor. Nobody likes to talk about him because they think he haunts the school but I don’t believe that he does.

The creepy middle school

I went to a very creepy middle school. Me and my friends walked to cheer practice in the middle school gym. While we were waiting for practice to start my friend jade asked me to go to the bathroom with her. Me and jade walked down the creepy dark hallway to the end where the girl’s bathroom is.

Jade had me stand by her stall.

Then I herd a bloodcurdling scream from a classroom down the hallway. Jade busted out of the stall. Then we saw a tall man with a disturbing smile. In a distorted voice he said don’t worry little girl you will be fun to cut in little chuck and hiding them around the school. Jade and I ran back to the gym. Practice hadn’t started yet. But I looked in the window and I saw him staring at me.

The next day me and jade found out where the bloodcurdling scream came from. Our janitor body was in one of the classroom. Jade and I are so glade that we didn’t end up like that janitor. But what creeps me out is that I still see that man around the middle school

Math Tutor

I am a 18 year old girl and recently read some stories about school and teachers which made me remember this story I’m about to tell you.

Back when I was about 13 years old, I was in middle school and I really needed a math tutor who would give me classes since I was very bad at math. I consider my circle of friends very big so I asked them for any recommendations for math tutors who would give me classes, and about 4 of my friends recommended someone which I will call “C” for this story. I asked them for his number and they gave it to me, I texted him and asked him all about the classes like the time he would be able to come over and the price per class. I agreed and would have my first class with him within a week from the first time I texted him.

He came over just in time and we sat in a desk I have at my house. He was middle-aged which really made me uncomfortable, but there was no going back since I had an important test coming up in some weeks and I didn’t know anything. He gave me classes and everything went normal, C was funny too which made classes pleasant.

I took classes with him and I took my math test which I got a good grade on, I decided to keep studying with him and start geometry too since I was doing bad on that subject too. Classes were fun with C and everything was normal, my friends gave me really good comments about him and I stopped feeling uncomfortable.

Time passes and everything is great, until one class. My school has guidance class second period and we usually do nothing so I talk to people and fool around. I was talking with a friend about how nervous we were for the upcoming test and she asked me who was my tutor since she knew I had one but she didn’t know who he was and I told her it was C.

The teacher walking pass heard me mention him so she asked me if he was my tutor, I said yes and she gave me a shocked look. She told me that I should stop taking classes with him and she told me that he harasses his students once he gains their trust and she told me the story of a girl who studied with him, she trusted him and C started touching her, she became uncomfortable and started backing away but C would keep touching and harassing her, it came to a point were her mother reported him to the police but they couldn’t do anything since they didn’t have enough evidence and couldn’t arrest him. I was shocked.

I asked my teacher if there were any more victims and she said yes but most of them are too afraid to come forward to the police so they go to the school psychiatrist who was the teacher I was talking to since it was guidance class. She told me he used to do magic tricks to gain trust. I remembered that time where he showed me how he disappeared and reappeared an eraser. I immediately exited class to call each friend who I knew was studying with C and told them everything.

We stopped contacting him and blocked his number.

I’m still scared to get a tutor for classes. I’m still in disbelief I was in a situation like that and I’m thankful that teacher made me know. I don’t want to know what would C do to me since most of the time he came over it was when I was home alone, keep in mind he gave me the schedule he planned out.

I haven’t heard about him since.