A Living Dead Night

Here goes. I live in Tennessee & it was a mild summer night, not horribly humid like it usually was. A good night to go downtown & meander, being in the energy of my small city. I’m always paranoid to go alone because there are strange things & scary people out in the world. I was aware of that then & even more so now.

I felt like I needed to get out & breathe some fresh air; As fresh as it can be for a city, anyway. I asked my mother to come along & after walking for a while, we happened upon some event going on in a park. There had to have been at least 40 people around. It wasn’t like a ghost town or anything. It was a lively energy, with the sound of drums, laughter, & singing all around.

After a few hours of being there, things started to feel off. I felt like someone was watching me. I wanted to ignore it but my gut wouldn’t let me; it was as if a hand was twisting my insides. I kept seeing a dark figure out of the corner of my eye just sitting by the tree line. A sinking feeling weighed my stomach as I realized it was real, & that I wasn’t hallucinating. My brain fought to reason that maybe it was someone who was homeless waiting for the right time to ask for spare change. But my gut wouldn’t let it go.

Not long after, I see a young girl. Pale skin, dark hair, bubbly. She was alone, wandering off by the trees. Where were her parents?

I watched as she curiously moved towards the dark figure waiting in the cover of the shadows. Hurrying, I found my mother & began to explain what was happening. She followed a few feet away as we watched the figure haltingly reach out his hand to the girl. She touched his finger tips as he walked forward into the light. Terror doesn’t quite cover what I felt in that moment, but it will have to do. Have you ever seen something go down that you’ve never seen in real life, & your brain just can’t process what happened? THAT is what happened. He was unnatural. His skin was a grayish violet color, the combination you usually see with a healing bruise. His clothes were dirty & ripped. Moving a bit closer, I could smell that he.. smelled like rotting flesh. Then he moaned. I stood there, mouth opening & closing like some stupid fish, rooted to the spot. I couldn’t move, I couldn’t breathe or speak. Had his attention turned to me, I’ve no doubt I would’ve been injured if not killed. Suddenly, A man came from behind us & grabbed the girl away from this being. Afterwards, the dead fiend stumbled back into the dark. We didn’t see him after that, but we were more concerned with the girl & finding her parents. The father didn’t even seem to care that his daughter was almost taken by a perceived dead man.

The man who saved the girl later told me that thing was a zombie. He was dead serious that this was the living dead in the flesh. He mentioned that the homeless in the area sleep on the grave stones of the oldest cemetery in the city. & that as they slumber, they breathe in bacteria or fungi that zombifies their brains. My boyfriend believes me, but the rational side of him wants to believe that maybe the guy was on hardcore drugs. But he wasn’t there, & he didn’t see it. The readers can draw their own conclusions but honestly, after what I saw, I don’t doubt the mans claim one bit.

The Friendly Campers

So, this happened about a year ago, and I only witnessed about a portion of what occurred. The rest is from accounts by my friends. The asinine and illegal things we did in this story, I will not take accountability for. God, I love anonymity. Anyway, we’re a bunch of college students that have always had an affinity for road-trips. I like to think it’s a mode of escapism. As college goes, our bank accounts stopped accommodating trips around the east coast, so we took up camping instead. My best friend owns this land a few hours east of Scranton, Pennsylvania. We all elected to take this big camping trip by the end of the summer, and spent it preparing. We divided ourselves into two cars, split tents, food, drinks, ect among us. As we neared the spot, our GPS went out, so we relied on physical maps we brought with us. After an hour, we arrived at the site just about at dusk. We all unloaded our stuff, set up our tents, and built a nice bonfire: we delegated bonfire duty to one person and by God, he kept it lit the whole stay. The first night was fun. I got over the creepy ambiance of being in the middle of nowhere after 5 or 6 beers. We exchanged stories, pranked each other, and went to sleep. The second day, a group of my friends decided they were going to make the two hour drive to some hick town in order to get more firewood and snacks. I was in the group that stayed behind. According to them, they got lost in the morning fog, and ended up at the local store sometime after sunrise. After purchasing their stuff, they encountered a raggedy old man in the parking lot. Archetypal hillbilly: as hick as you can get on the eastern seaboard. He asks for a cigarette, they oblige, and then begins to berate them with questions. Stuff like, “What’s your name,” “Where are you from,” “What’re you doing here?” To the latter question, he is very interested. He asks where we’re camping and if he can stop by. They laugh it off, but he continues pushing. He says he’ll “hang out” with us, and doesn’t drop the subject, even as they’re reentering the car. By this point, they’re all too high to notice the guy hopping into his beaten-up, white pickup. In fact, they don’t think they’re being followed until they leave the paved roads and see him follow them onto the dirt trails leading back to the campsite. I attribute this to the drugs they were on, but they kept going back to the campsite. They said that they had no room to turn around and nowhere to go, but hey. Leading this guy back wasn’t good. Anyway, this whole time, I’m sitting at the fire, smoking, and have no idea what’s going on because of the absence of cell service. So, I see them rush back, hours late, and I say, “Where are the snacks, man? C’mon, where’s my breakfast?” They make a jumbled recounting of this guy that followed them miles back. At first, I think it’s another prank, but the fear plastered on their faces is palpable. They say he parked the car about forty feet behind theirs and watched them get out. I get the rest of us together, and we all decide to confront this guy. So, it turns out, he was coming first. We’re walking the twenty minute walk to the cars, and we see this dirty, old man in the clearing: holding a hunting rifle. We weren’t going to try and make a break for it or see what the guy wanted, so we decided to loop back around to the camp, and then try and make a wide arc to avoid him. So, we get back to the camp in half the time it took us to walk to the clearing and begin frantically packing our essentials in a high stupor. As we’re about to turn around and go, my friend points at that the bonfire is giving off a lot of smoke on account of all the leaves we used for kindling. So, it’s assumed that the guy can figure out exactly where we are. We stop our packing process immediately, and dip into the trees, running with reckless abandon to cover as much ground as possible. As we’re reaching the car, we hear gunshots in the direction of the camp. We get into our cars and floor it out of there. We reach a police station in the same town after making the same 2 hour drive to that town. We submit our report, even though we were clearly under the influence. They hold us at the station and send a car out to investigate. We’re sitting around, freaking out – more over the consequences of going to the cops high than the maniac, honestly. It’s late in the afternoon before the car returns and tell us what they found. The tents were both torn down and had shell casings and bullet holes in them. Aside from the food wrappers, they said barely anything was left behind. From our own accounting, the guy took our weed, our keg of beer, but also my friend’s wallet. We tell the police the latter, and he says they’ll continue to search around, but they didn’t find any cars around. We end up going home early, and my friend cancels his debit, gets a new ID, and we all haven’t heard anything since. Of course, the knowledge is still haunting that this psychopath knows who he is and, roughly, where he lives. I’m sure nothing will come of it. Nothing has, and it’s been a year. But I have no idea what this guy’s intentions with us were. What if he did catch us out there in the woods? What would he have done? We haven’t been back to that camping site since, but we do plan on returning this summer. It’s June, we’re going back in August: no drugs this time. We’re going to see what came of this, if the case is even still open. Regardless, I’ll update this as soon as we do.

The Red Face

I am an 18 year old female. This happened to me when I was about 14 or 15. My parents are not together & my dad lives in his parent’s basement due to financial problems from mistakes he made in his past. My parents had me right out of high school so they are both very young.

Because of his age & living with my grandparents, I’ve always felt like my dad was more of a brother than a dad. He loved to scare me when I was younger & he still does. He would always make me watch scary movies & wear Halloween masks around the house & try to jump out at me. As I got older he would even wait for me to get home & hide behind a tree in our yard & jump out with a knife at me just to see my reaction.

At first my dad scaring me all the time made me a scaredy cat about everything. I was basically scared of my own shadow. As I got older though my dad told me he was trying to scare me so much that it would be harder to scare me when I got older. & I think it worked. As a 5’2 110lbs female I don’t scare easily now. I’m probably more confident than I should be if I was in a bad situation. & as messed up as it seems I have my dad to thank for that.

But this story takes place when I was still scared of my own shadow. My dad smokes & wasn’t allowed to smoke inside the house so he’d have to go outside no matter how late it was. Anytime my dad was outside he’d yell at me to come here & try to tell me there was someone outside & in the woods by our house. Or he’d run in & say someone was after him. Of course I knew he was joking, but I was still afraid. One time he even locked me outside & told me people in the woods were coming for me. I even had to bang on the door to wake my grandparents up to let me in!

My experience happened very late at night. I was in the basement with my dad. He was asleep on one couch & I was watching South Park on the other. All of a sudden I heard tapping on one of the basement windows. At first I didn’t think much of it, probably some animal. Then it got stronger & sounded like rocks being thrown at ¬†all the windows in the basement.

I ran upstairs to my room as fast as my short legs could carry me. I decided not to wake my dad up because he had work in the morning & my grandparents would just shrug the incident off if I woke them up. So I thought I’d be a good idea to call my boyfriend & tell him what happened because it’d make me feel better. My bedroom is on the second floor but my house is built on a hill so my window is actually close to the ground. As I was on the phone with my boyfriend It got unnaturally quiet outside. I couldn’t hear the bugs chirping anymore. It was like that silent moment right before something bad happens in a scary movie. Out of nowhere a blood curdling scream came from right out side my window. It sounded like a horror movie scream. Even my boyfriend heard it.

I hung up & ran straight to my dad. I’ve never been so shaky in my life. I told him I thought someone was outside my window & explained everything. He grabbed a knife from under the couch because he’s paranoid & always sleeps with a weapon near by. We both went outside into the black. It was hard to see anything, but we could hear a lot. It sounded like someone walking on leaves. All around us. I stayed behind my dad as he went further in the yard. I remembered about my phone & took it from my pocket & started taking pictures all around us hoping to get anything.¬†Everntually my dad told me to get inside & I waited a few minutes for him to follow. He said he didn’t see anyone but someone was defiantly out there.

Now, my dad takes pictures outside with his phone & get’s orbs & all kinds of weird looking mist in his picture, but I always thought he edited them. I was never more wrong in my life. I told my dad I took pics so maybe we got a glimpse of the guy. Looking through the all the pictures we noticed a red dot in the background of a picture. When zoomed in it looks like a face with hands up by it’s cheeks. The first picture isn’t edited. The second picture has a filter to make the face easier to see. I don’t think it was human because there’s no body & we never saw anyone out there.

I’ve always felt like I’m being watched when I’m at my dad’s. Especially in the basement & outside at night, but I always thought it was my imagination & being scared so much. This might not be a really scary story to you, but to me it is. This whole time I thought the woods people, the pictures he took, & him saying someone was outside was just him trying to freak me out. I never thought it could actually be true. I don’t know what scares me more, the fact I caught something in my picture. Or the fact that my dad locked me outside in the middle of the night all alone with that thing.

Summer Break in Blue Ridge

This past Summer break, my sister and I went to the mountains in Blue Ridge, Georgia. We rented a cabin and were pretty excited to get there. It was about a 2 1/2 hour drive through mostly mountain roads. The GPS was pretty spotty, and I’ve had trouble with it before where it would get confused and send me a really roundabout way to my destination.

As soon as we started getting deeper and deeper into the trees, we started noticing some pretty creepy stuff. At one point, we drove by what looked like a dilapidated old trailer. We were driving pretty slow at this point because we were on a curvy gravel road. We were just being jerks and giggling at how rundown this place was when we noticed that a bunch of people started filing out of it and just stared at us as we drove past. Needless to say, I tried to go as fast as my little 4 cylinder car could handle.

That wasn’t the creepiest part, though. At one point, my GPS started getting REALLY confused, and kept trying to tell me to turn onto roads that didn’t exist. And I don’t mean ‘oh, there used to be a road there, but there isn’t anymore’ no- there were obviously never any roads where it kept wanting me to turn. I just kept going straight and watching the GPS glitch. Finally, for a brief moment, it stopped telling me to turn onto nonexistent roads and just said ‘EYES IN THE TREES’ instead of any road name or direction. Then, it blinked again and was giving me correct directions again.

We made it to our cabin, but I never forgot that experience. I can honestly say that I have never had a creepy thing like that happen before or since that time. My sister remembers it, too. We haven’t gone back to Blue Ridge since.