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.
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
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.
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Well the night proceeds like normal and nobody manages to steal anything that I know of and nobody causes a ruckus.
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