Stranger in the Woods

Last summer, I had my first kiss. It was with Luke, my older brother’s friend. Luke was an okay guy, he was kind of a pushover, but he made me laugh and seemed to enjoy my company.

My brother, Alex, had an attitude problem, most teenagers did. I was a crybaby when I was little and he was insensitive, so we didn’t get along too well. Over the years, he’s mellowed out and my skin had thickened, but our relationship always felt like we were standing on thin ice. I’ve always wanted to have a more positive relationship with him.

I didn’t tell anyone about the kiss. It was meaningful to me and I didn’t want the local kids to know. I kept quiet, and so did Luke. He didn’t seem to care all that much about the kiss.

My twin sister, Grace, somehow found out about it, and was furious to know that Luke was acting as if he didn’t care at all. I told her I was fine with it, even though I was a little bummed out. And with some convincing, she calmed down. Her anger towards Luke lessened, but didn’t completely disappear.

We lived in Florida, and people associate that with hot, sticky, and humid. In some parts, they’d be correct, but the part I lived in would get casual breezes during the summer. It was just cool enough where you could actually go outside and not immediately die of heatstroke.

There weren’t a lot of trees where I lived, there would be a cluster of palm trees at the most. Sitting in the shade was almost nearly impossible. However, there was this giant lake that was located down the road from my neighborhood. There wasn’t enough trees to call it a wooded area, but it was relaxing to walk through.

A high school girl’s parents owned the area. So, while her parents were away on a business trip, the girl, Caroline, threw a party. I was surprised her parents left alone for the week, most parents didn’t do that around here. Maybe they didn’t care, or maybe they told their neighbor to check up on her from time to time. I didn’t know. All I knew was that I really wanted to go because Luke would be there. I knew it’d probably be seen as a little desperate, but my sister wanted to go as well so if the plan backfired I could always spend the night with her.

Alex was automatically invited, and let us come after we pestered him for hours. Caroline’s parents had a lake house, and was it was huge compared to our home. The lake itself was murky and dark. Of course, this was a high school party, so there were drunken kids already taking off their clothes to go swim in the dirty water.

Grace was excited to be there, she seemed to think that tonight was going to change her life forever. I just rolled her eyes at her overly-dramatic attitude and went searching for Luke. She seemed to already know who I was looking for when we first walked through the door. She had just clicked her tongue, then said gently but sternly, “Be careful.”

I quickly smiled at her before darting my way through the surprisingly small crowd of teenagers. Everybody was likely outside, getting drunk off their asses. I looked around the room, not letting anything distract me. When I saw him I tried to get his attention by waving, but then I noticed that Caroline and him were chatting. The conservation looked… heated.

I watched the pair for a whole two minutes, Caroline getting more and more handsy with him. His wide eyes landed on me, and our gazes locked very briefly before I turned around and quickly made my way towards the entrance.

“Hailey!” I heard him yell over the loud music, but I just shook my head in denial and walked faster.

When I saw an opening in the crowd, I ran down the front porch steps. I had been so happy to have Luke see me in my new dress, what a waste of $25!

“Hailey, wait up!” Luke called from behind me. “Please let me explain!” I didn’t listen though, I just kept running.

I was determined not to cry, at any means. I went out behind the lake house and let the empty trees keep me company. My flats were dirty from the damp dirt, so I took them off and threw them at the ground in frustration. I was also irritated by the sweat that had build up in the Floridian heat.

It was strangely quiet, I didn’t hear anything in the trees or bushes, just kids hollering near the lake. It was relaxing. I inhaled deeply, wanting to calm myself down. I went over to collect my shoes, which I had thrown further out into the trees. I wanted to hide behind one until the party was over and my brother came looking for me.

I heard footsteps behind me and I already knew who it was. “Just go away Luke. I don’t want to talk to you right now.” I felt Luke’s hairy arms wrap around me. That was a thing I usually joked about with him, about how he never saved his arms and legs, but everywhere else. I almost smiled, but the wet trails on my cheeks weren’t from happiness. “Just go back to Caroline.” The way I said it sounded kind of bratty but I didn’t really care at the moment.

A familiar, yet distant voice yelled, “Hailey? I’m sorry, okay! I fucked up! Where are you?”

I froze. My stomach dropped and my blood when cold. The guy behind me wasn’t Luke. I tried to break free from his arms, but his hold tightened. I smacked him upside the head with my shoes, but I was at a weird angle and it just annoyed him. A callused, sweaty hand covered my mouth before I could say anything. I felt a certain appendage press hard into my back. My heart was pounding as hot liquid leaked from my eyes.

I kicked at his hairy legs and clawed at the arms that held me. Red, angry trails were left behind, but he held on tight. I threw my head back at his face, hoping my skull would hurt him. The hand that covered my mouth loosened a fraction, but it was enough. I bit down as hard as I could, until I tasted blood on my tongue. The man let go of me for a split second, but by the time he realized I was free, I was already screaming bloody murder.

What happened next wasn’t that eventful. I found Alex and yelled at him to take me home or else I would tell mom and dad about the party. He glared at me, but I didn’t fucking care. I was crying and hyperventilating and I just wanted to go home. Grace was no where in sight, so my brother reluctantly went to go find her.

Luke found me, asking me what the hell happened when he saw that I was crying. I shook my head at him and sobbed. He offered to take me home and I agreed, not wanting to be at this damn lake house for any longer. He sent Alex a quick text, then led me to his car.

The car ride was silent, he didn’t ask about anything and I didn’t offer. Luke didn’t even finish parking before I got out of the car and ran towards my front door. I had a spare key attached to my necklace, and relocked the door once I was safe inside.

I don’t go out to parties anymore, not even the ones that are within my neighborhood and are indoors. I never told my parents or Alex about the man. I told Grace after five months of me getting terrified by everything. No one else noticed my jumpy behavior, that’s due to the fact that I spend all of my time locked inside my room now. I don’t like to talk about it. Grace said talking would help, but all it does is make me more scared to go back outside.

The Lamp Post/The Board

I was, 12, and finally on summer break. The day I saw this guy was, strangely beautiful. Quiet, and somewhat creepy. I didn’t think much of it, because I love silence, no one nearby. Not needing to deal with the problem of others who like to talk.

But back to the story, I had just walked the lake a few times with my best friend. We had gone back to my friend’s house, since he lives right by the lake. We then sat down in the grass talking for literally hours, which I was getting drained from this, boredom was taking me over. Suddenly, lets call my friend Luke, I’m sure my friend doesn’t want his real name out, Luke asks if I want a drink. I politely said no but thanked him, he went in to get himself his own. I didn’t want a drink, knowing he’ll take a long time, so I would get silence.

But, the post in front of me, suddenly flicked. I stared under it, so I would be able to watch it flicker but also watch if someone was tampering with anything connected to it. I didn’t see anyone. I thought, it’s just old, that’s why it flickered. But as I looked down to continue playing with the grass and dirt, in the darkness I caught a glimpse.

Some background, most of my friends think theres something paranormal about me, because apparently at a birthday party I was at in 3rd grade, I did something I don’t remember. I walked out of the other room which I got for myself, with out my glasses, so everything would be blurry. And my friend who was the birthday kid, said my eyes weren’t fully open. But what I said, shocked him and only him. “Don’t play it.”

“What?” He responded, but I quickly said, “don’t play the board.” Then I walked back inside the other room. Everyone looked at my friend, to see he was reaching for a board under the couch, which was a ouija board. He looked at everyone and, he says he didn’t say anything about it and was planning to say something after getting it out.

I stared now, at the glimpse I saw. The person, it was a silhouette of a person. I was watching it grow closer to the post. I watched them step into the light of the post, I saw they were hooded, covered in black clothing. They rose their hands and started making whooshing and other noises, moving their hands, the light now flickering rapidly. I stood up, knowing he couldn’t see me. I had a small stone in hand, ready to throw, when Luke kicked open the front door and charged out. Luke had saw the man through the window, and thought the man was going to hurt me.

Luke thought this because he think he saw the man look over at me when I stood. The sudden door flying open scared the stranger and me, and as I looked to see what caused the crash. Luke was charging at the man, already almost beside me. The man simply walked back into the shadows, and took off. I grabbed Luke before his foot hit the ground. For once I remembered what I did, and I remember what I felt and heard. Something was telling me not to follow him, because this man was unknown, so unknown dangers. This wasn’t me but I agreed with it, and while Luke was yelling at me to let go, I said, “don’t.” I realised I was being ‘paranormal’ again. So I sat down and hugged my knees acting like I was scared, which I’m surprised he believed it. Since I’m normally emotionless.

I’m now long gone from 6th grade, and I’ve done many creepy things. And I still listen to the warnings of the random thoughts I get. Luke and I still talk, and he hasn’t seen the man ever since the incident. I’m glad, as I don’t want him getting hurt or haunted.

Alone at Night

Alone at Night from LetsNotMeet

This is the original reddit thread where I wrote the story; this is a slightly edited-for-grammar version.

I was around 16 when this happened, so 12 or so years ago. I’d just gotten my license and had come back to my mother’s house to work on a paper because her computer was faster than my father’s. It was getting a bit late, but nothing seemed out of the ordinary, so I wasn’t nervous one way or the other. I took a break from the paper and headed to the main bathroom, which was at the back of the house. The wall parallel to the door faced the back yard.

It has a small window in it, and just as I was about to turn on the lights, I heard a noise. Not especially close, or loud, but it was coming from somewhere in the back yard, closer to the house than the small patch of dense trees that acted as kind of a buffer between the street my house was on and the one that runs parallel to it

. I went to the window and looked out, at first seeing nothing, but then a shape ran across the yard, which I didn’t think too much of at first because I lived in a pretty typical suburban area and my house borders two streets. It wouldn’t be uncommon for kids to cut through my unfenced backyard to get to the other street. But even though I rationalized what it could be in my head, I was still a bit uneasy. I was home alone, and neither parent would be home soon (both parents worked 2nd shift in aerospace companies), which left me a little bit paranoid.

I went back to the living room, which had a huge bay window facing the front yard and a glass door to the back yard. For a few minutes, I heard nothing else, so I started to relax. But then, I heard soft noises coming from near the back door. Like someone stepping really quietly, trying not to make a sound.

Cue the adrenaline. I called my dad and told him as softly as I could what was going on. Part of me felt like I was overreacting, but the other part just knew something was off. He had someone else call the police and stayed on the line with me as I got my keys and made my way to the opposite side of the house, where the driveway and my car was. He didn’t want me leaving the house, really, but there was no way I was staying, so the plan was to get to him, then drive back together to meet the police. I can’t describe how badly I wanted to get out of that house. The worst thing that I could do, it seemed to me, was wait inside until the police got there or whomever was outside decided to come in.

When I went to get into my car, my whole body was focused on just unlocking and starting it, then tearing the hell out of my driveway. Thankfully, no horror movie cliches kept the engine from turning.

My dad’s company was a short drive away, and when I got to him and we went back to the house, we were met by the police…who had found the house lit up. Every light in every room on. Every door, even to the attic and the basement, open. But nothing was taken or touched, which to me is the scary part; the fact that whoever it was wanted to fuck with my head, or my mother’s, since it was her house. It just scared me, and I never slept well in my mother’s house after that. I was more than a bit relieved when she moved.

The man in the woods

So I don’t know any other way to start this story other than to say it’s very true and I’m still terrifying to this day by the thought of what could have happened, so this story starts like many of my days my dad and I were just driving back from the hardware store in his old pick up truck when we saw a man walking down the long dirt road he was very tall around 6,7 and had bright gold hair and a long gold beard and like my dad does all the time he stoped to give him a ride and he kindly accepted and as soon as he was in the car and we were on our way he offered a bottle of vodka to my dad and weed as well and then offered it to me when my dad refused, my dad leaned over and told him I’m only 17 and not allowed those types of things and we continue to along our way we got down the road about a mile from where he had picked him up and he said this was close enough to his home and that we could drop him off there we figured it was a reasonable request and dropped him there and that’s were things got …weird I started seeing him more and more around town and on our road and I had a strange feeling in my gut that something about him was off then one day he showed up in our driveway and asked my dad if he could get a ride I don’t think much of it at the time so I kinda forgot about it well one day about a month later when I was working in my shop I got the strange feeling I was being watched and so I turned around ,(now I had ear buds in at the time so I didn’t hear the machines) and when I turned around what I saw nearly made me jump out of my skin he was there not but a foot behind me and then he spoke in a thick Russian accent “hello brother is your dad around anywhere?”

I was so startled that It took me around 30 seconds to respond I said no he isn’t here right now ya need something as I reached for a hammer that was on my work bench, he didn’t say a word he just stared at me his eyes like ice and I don’t know how else to describe the look in his eyes other than pure wicked,it was just then he lunged for me and I’m not a big guy so I was thrown into my work bench so I redacted I hut him in the side with the hammer and I felt his rib break under my blow he ran from my shop screaming but I was so scared I couldn’t move. I later found out what he was wanted for two counts of rape in Texas with a 500,000 dollar reward but none of that mattered to me i was just glad i escaped with my life ,and just to think if i didnt have that hammer what may have happened.

Night bike ride

Growing up I always wanted to go on a bike ride at night, something aboyt it just seemed so cool to me. It wasnt until i was 13 that my mom finally let me do it.
She told me to wear a helmet,take a flashlight,and my phone, after that she set my perimeters which was around 4 miles. And that was a lot for me,as you couldve guessed, as soon as the sun set I was out.

I love it.There were no people out walking their dogs, No kids running around, and the temperature was perfect,ect…It was really fun, so fun,that I completely ignored the limits my mom set.You see where I was biking was all walking paths.It was one of those grassy areas between two neighborhoods.Theres this long path that went about 600ft at a 25 degree angle.I was flying down a hill, having an absolute blast. And I darted right through my limits.

My Mom set these limits for a reason.Everything on the inside was close to houses and people.The outside,more specifically,The place I was on lead to,was barren.I rode along this path for 10 minutes before I could only see some of the lights of the houses inside the limits.

After about 15 minutes of riding along the dirt path,I hear singing.It sounded about 30-40 feet infront of me. I stop riding to hear it better. It was a womans voice.She was singing Eleanor Rigby by the beetles.But she wasnt singing the words,Just the melody of the vocals.Her voice was strange.You know how u get phlegm in your throat, your voice gets scratchy? Well, thats what she sounded like.

I inch forward to try and see her.I get close enough to see the silhouette of hair bouncing up and down,like she was head banging.I decide to get my flashlight out. Im thinking maybe this person is in need of help or something. Or maybe shes an insane person,and if i point my flashlight at her she will be scared away.So I take out my flashlight, point it at her, and turn it on.The moment the light hit her, she stoped moving completely.She was facing away from me.She had disgusting hair that seemed to be sticking together in clumps.Some of her hair was ripped off,too.She was wearing a very over-sized bright red hoodie. I was almost to scared to move.I think she was,too.I conjured up as much bravery as I could,and said “Sorry” in a very, oops-this-is-the-wrong-room,kind of way.She didnt respond.

I turned off the flashlight and put it back in my pocket.Just as I was turning my bike around,She screams in an awful,awful high pitched voice.I damn near shit myself as I was getting back onto my bike.I hear her voice getting closer to me,I book it as fast as I can.I dont look behind me,and I definitely dont stop pedaling.Her screaming grew quieter and quieter, until it desolved into the howling wind.As soon as I got home I told my mom, she immediately called the police and explained everything that happened.They checked out the area where I said it happened.And you guessed it,they didn’t find her.

Im 16 now, and even still to this day I get creeped out just thinking about that night.So even though it might seem cool to test the limits and all, you never know who or what is lurking out there waiting for you.