In 2003 I had met a guy that said he would take me on adventures and make my life exciting. Little did I know that the safe world I had grown up with was about to get shattered.
I lived in a small town and had never really traveled outside of my state. Never experienced life in a way that others would. We were kind of sheltered from the big crime and other things that have been happening over the countryside.
So my ( now ex) decided to take me on a journey of being an over the road truck driver.
In a lot of cases this was a great experience there where a lot of fun times and I got to see most of the US. But trucking life is hard, and being on the road 24/7 isn’t easy. Being cooped up in a small truck with someone for that long will cause anyone to become mad, as in crazy- batshit crazy.
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So my dad grew up in the San Francisco Bay Area in California and through his child hood he has experienced a lot of creepy things but this one has hit him the hardest.
Growing up he had a neighbor that lived behind him that him and his brother always found creepy. His name was Steven Carlson and they called him creepy Carlson.
My dad and his brother used to like to adventure and explore the fields and drainage tunnels in their neighborhood for fun when they where bored. One day my dads older brother came to him and told him that his friend had found a dead body of a girl in a nearby tunnel. Sure enough it was true and the girls name was Tina faelz.
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Every day I get on this bus. Every day I see the same people. The guy sitting in front of me now with a brownish cap and and old warn out coat. This is the exact same spot he sits in every day without fail, the same book he reads each time getting a little closer to the end. The old guy sitting to the left of me in the exact spot every day. He dose nothing other than stairs blankly out of the window like he is tired of life, I can sense a deep sad lonely feeling emanating from him like he has just recently lost someone he loved. The guy sitting behind me right at the back, a young guy in his early twenty’s constantly making phone calls and blaring out loud rap music on his beats headphones. You can sort of tell how everyone despises the guy with the amount of loud obnoxious phone calls he has with his mate “Derick”. AJ the bus driver a very friendly guy everyone knows him, a young Turkish guy who came to this country about a year ago, he is very dedicated to his job and always strikes up a conversation with someone. But the reason I’m here today is for her. The same reason I’m here every other day, not to go home and relax after a long day at work like any usual person on this bus NO. I have been watching her for a while.
She leaves her house at 8:30, walks the ten minuet walk to the bus stop, gets on the bus at 8:50 and then travels to work. She then gets to work at 9:20 to her job as a Secretary, from then on she works most of the day till her 20 minuet lunch break at 1:00 she then gets back to work at 1:20 and then works for the rest of the day till 7:00. After this she walks to her local coffee shop and orders a medium latte. From then on she finishes her latte and heads off to the bus stop. She arrives at the bus stop at 7:45 and gets on the bus… well.. just about now I presume. I have remembered her exact routine. I know when she gets off the bus and when she arrives at her house. She usually gets off at the stop just before her house because she fancy’s a peaceful brisk walk before she gets back. So that will give me enough time to sneak into her house and find a good hiding spot. I usually like hiding under their beds, plus I have done it hundreds of times before. She sleeps like a baby. Sometimes when she is in a deep sleep I stand there and watch her just before I leave through her bedroom window. She Is absolutely beautiful.
Its funny how I have known all these people for about year now and not one of them has spoken to me. Nobody knows what kind of fucked up things I have done in life, let alone the sorts of crazy things that go on in such a normal looking persons head. Anyway she has just got on the bus now I can see her talking to the driver. She is gonna sit where she has done for the past year now right on the third row of seats to the left. I always get a perfect view of her dark long luscious hair. She looks so oblivious to what is about to come. A few minuets have passed and the annoying guy on the phone and elderly man have just been dropped off at their stops. Next stop. Her stop. As she gets off the bus I go over the drill of how I will get into her house. She usually leaves her bedroom window wide open to air the room, so that’s how i’m getting in. The driver drives off and eventually stops at the final stop. I say thanks to the the driver and me and the guy with the cap gets off. The guy with the cap goes in the complete opposite direction to me. So I won’t have to worry about him watching me sneak into her house.
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This story didn’t happen to me, it happened to my father when he was in high school in the late 70’s. He was, and still is, an avid fisher, hunter, hiker, etc. At the time this took place, he was ice fishing with a few close friends at a lake in southern Wisconsin. Every time he recounts this story to me, he get this look of disgust on his face, less like he remembers the fear, and more like he’s ready throw up at the thought it. The rest will be from his perspective.
We were out on the lake, it was cold. A few of the guys just walked back to the car to get some things, and it was just me Bruno. We were minding our own business when this older man walked out of the woods. He was sort of chubby, and big, and he had a creepy smile. We didn’t think anything of it, we were raised to be polite, so we struck up a conversation.
He said he’d been fishing too, and wasn’t catching much. He asked if we wanted a drink, said he had some at his camp. We told him we had our own and we were okay.
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This is a True story about one man’s narrow escape from notorious serial killer, John Wayne Gacy – The Killer Clown. It goes to show that you never really know people’s intentions, as one wrong move could have left the writer’s father dead…
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Be careful when you Trick or Treat – Halloween is a Haunted Season where Halloween Costumes won’t protect you from the Serial Killers and Scary Strangers.
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By Chaotic Dusk
First, I’m going to give some background. This took place a year and a half ago in the area where I live. It was the fourth of July so we were doing the usual of setting off fireworks in the cul-de-sac with the other people who live in and around there. This means everyone in the area surrounding the cul-de-sac was there. Read more “Unknown Shadows”
I used to live in an area right between two towns in Wisconsin near Hudson, and directly next to a pheasant hunting marsh. My mom’s decision since she wanted to live away from the sounds of the busy town. My house, a duplex was cradled between the marsh to the right, a corn field in front and to the right a steep hill covered in forest. After a few tries of hoisting myself up the steep side with trees I found my way up by circling the side of the hill to the top. Still very steep but easier than scaling any of the sides. Read more “The White Flowers”
By Just A Grandma
I don’t know if this was paranormal or not, I was too chicken to check.
I’m a middle aged mother of four adult kids. I’m an avid horror fan and frequently listen to true creepy stories on YouTube while driving or cleaning house. That’s me, now for my incident. Read more “Midnight Tapping”