El Vampiro

This is a story my father told me since I was little. It was an experience that shook him to the core. When my father was younger he was in the air force and was stationed to Camarma, Spain where I was born. He requested to be stationed there because my mother is a Spaniard and wanted to be close to her family. Being in the military he met a few friends and they loved to go metal detecting around some of the neighboring pueblos that day back to medieval times. These little pueblos are rich with history and often have coins and jewelry in their soil.

On one of these metal detecting excursions, my dad and his friend were greeted by a few local teens. The teens were excited about a discovery they had made outside of an old abandoned stone church. Outside of the old church was a large hole, big enough for a grown man to fit.

The teens explained that it was the church basement and that they saw something strange down there. My father being the adventurous sort decided to take a look. My dad and his friend crawled into the hole partially hoping to find some kind of abandoned treasure or relics.

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A few years back I was staying at my dad’s house he worked nights, so I was often home alone. Some notes that help the story. I am a naturally freaked out person and I must have the house locked up completely (so doors, screen doors, and windows are all locked and shut). I leave the tv on, so it looks like someone is home and awake at all hours. As well as I kept the lights on in the living room and dining room. So, it looked like someone was still up and around the house.

One night around [9:30]-[10:00] I was just getting ready to go to bed, so I was in the hallway walking to my room when I heard the first bang on the front door. So, I stopped in the hallway and looked around the corner to the front door. As the second bang came and then a voice. The voice was of a girl and she was screaming ” Let me in. Please let me in, he’s going to hurt me. ” she stopped banging and knocking for a moment and then she started banging again and said “please let me in he is going to kill me” I stood in the hallway not making a noise and just stood there until I heard her run off the steps. After a few moments, I heard a car door slam shut and a car race off. I called the cops right after that. Of course, when the cops came there was no one outside.

The cops knock on the door and when I answer they said, “excuse me mam is this your dead body out here?” I mentally freaked out only to later find it was a joke and they were trying to calm me down. But this is a night I will always remember.

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The ritual

It was summer of ‘05 when me, my mother and my sister went to Zaragoza, Spain to visit family. We stayed at my grandmother’s apartment that she kept just for us to visit after moving in with my aunt Juana due to her health. My aunt Juana lived a few streets away and each morning we would make the walk from my grandmother’s old apartment to my aunts’s place. We would spend the day there and retire back to my grandmother’s apartment to sleep.

One night things felt a little off. There was a static feeling in the air and the streets were more empty than usual at night. Zaragoza is a big city and there is always someone awake and running around the streets. I found it odd but brushed it off. I remember how the breeze shook the leaves of the trees under the lamps that dotted the street. When we arrived to the apartment we were exhausted from a long day. As we began to settle in with the usual nightly routine of watching tv, taking showers and unwinding ; things took a turn for the strange…

The apartment above us was being inhabited by a family of African immigrants.
In Spain there are many African immigrants due to being so close to the continent. Naturally these immigrants bring their customs with them. The people above our apartment brought something a little darker than just your average customs.

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The Bus Ride

I come from a small town with less than 500 people, most of which are elders. So to say I come from a quiet home town would be an understatement. But being from a small town, I had to leave home for post secondary school, so I moved to the city I lived in when I was little. This city has a lot of gun violence and drugs so my mom was less than thrilled. But off I went to school. A few weeks into living there, I had to take a bus somewhere early in the morning (like 7am or so). So I’m standing all alone at the stop. At least for a bit. Soon, a young man in his late teens early twenties comes out of on the school buildings. And. He. Is. Pissed. He’s screaming on his phone to someone, threatening their life and calling them names.

I try to ignore him and wait for the bus, but then he hangs up his phone and whips it at the ground, destroying it completely. And then he comes to stand right next to me. He’s seething and pacing in little circles. I’m getting rather freaked out, but then the bus pulls up. I get on the empty bus and sit down. And he sits right next to me. Like, there is nobody on the bus but the two of us and the driver.

A few minutes into the ride, he opens his bag and it’s full of weapons! Guns, ammo, knives, you name it! I pull the cord and get up, standing next to the driver and saying loudly, “oh no! I think I missed my stop, do you loop around?” So I have a reason to stand next to him. I then tell him, very quietly, about the man with the weapons and ask if he can call for help without alerting him. He tells me that there is a silent button for calling the police in situations like this (turns out taxis have it too, at least in Canada where I am). I chat up the driver to keep the man at ease until the police get there.

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The Day I Saved My Brother

One day my brother and I were talking, doing what we usually did. Talking about weights, girls and rap, I was a rap battling freestyle then. Out of the blue, he hits me with the line “Do you remember the day you saved my life?”

I was like “What?”, I said sure I saved your life plenty of times. I am your big brother, but he was serious, he said “No you really saved my life.”

I was older than him by three years, he said years ago when we were very young. Age range I was seven and he was four, he saw a man crawling out of a ditch. He said the man was pale and very skinny with balding hair, he said he looked like a skeleton or something. He said the man would jester he fingers like come here, but my would always ran away.

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Almost Kidnapped

I have 3 siblings, 2 big dogs and a small crowded apartment surrounded by lots of other apartment complex’s and a busy highway right next to them. After this night I stopped jogging so late.

I know what your thinking, you got yourself in this mess for jogging so late- before you make assumptions, I was jogging with my pit bull and it’s the only time I can jog and take the dogs out because I watch my siblings 24/7 because my parents work and can’t afford daycare nor does the apartment I live in doesn’t allow dogs- now back to my experience.

I took my beautiful pit bull- blondie- out for a jog/ walk one night. When I take her out I usually cut through the apartment complex next to myn

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My dogs saved my our lives

This story still gives me chills when I tell it. I was 15 at the time and I was with my godfather Scotty. We we’re sitting in the living room with my dogs Vatani, a Dutch Shepherd, Sara, a Labrador Retriever mix, and Kodiak, a Dalmatian mix. We heard a knock at the door and it was my neighbor. He asked me if he could use my phone but I told him we don’t other people use our phone. He went back home.

About 10 minutes later me and Scotty were sitting at the kitchen table when all of a sudden the dogs go crazy. Then the front door knob started turning. We ran to my room with the dogs hot on our tails. Scotty started to call 911 when the door swung open. The dogs attacked who ever came in. The person screamed so loud that the 911 operator heard him. The cops came and lifted up the man and we were shocked to realize that it was my neighbor. He was arrested and we filed charges against him.

Soon After me and my family moved to another part of the city. And I haven’t seen my neighbor since. I have no doubt in my mind that my dogs saved us that night.

Sometimes rumors are true

When I was 14, there was a new student, let’s call, May. No one had spoken to May at all on her first day until I finally mustered up the courage to do so but I had a strange feeling about her that now I realize I should’ve listened to.

During our P.E period, I went up to her in an attempt to get to know her and after awhile of talking, I found out she liked Harley Quinn as well as she we both were bisexual. (I’m sure you’re wondering why I’m adding this but it does have a place in all this.) At the time she had a boyfriend and i was happy for her but it wasn’t long after that she broke up with him which I didn’t understand why until a few days after. While I got to know her, I had texted an old friend about her and what she told me should’ve ended the friendship there. Apparently she left notes in all the lockers of the cheerleaders, saying she was going to kill them so I’m detail but as someone who understands rumors, I gave her the benefit of the doubt.

A week goes by, she starts holding my hand as well as kissing it which didn’t bother me because I figured it was all a joke until she started pinning me down, shoving me, hitting me and pulling my hair. Then she began using sexual advances and would threaten me when I’d turn her down. She also threatened to harm herself and forced me to kiss her which had drawn the line for me. Plus she stalked my every move online, in school and even those I associated with.

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Road creeps

At the time of this story, I was about 22 years old. I was living in the Tampa Bay area of Florida, in the city. I lived with my best friend and we spent all of our time cruising up and down the main road, US 19. Anyone from Florida will know the road. In our area, it was about an 8 lane road lined on both sides with commercial buildings. It was a nice straight road, with a ton of exits, and overpasses. It was made for cruising.

We would listen to music, chain smoke cigarettes, talk, and drive for hours, usually late at night. It was our version of having fun, instead of partying like most people our age. Gas was cheap then and it felt free and happy.

One night, (well, knowing us, probably closer to early morning than night), we were heading home. We exited the main road onto a frontage road. There was a red light, just before the left turn that lead underneath the overpass. We, obviously, stopped at the light. As we did, we see two men spill out into the middle of the road from the underpass. They’re young and they’re fist fighting, pretty viciously by the looks of it. One guy ends up on the ground, not really moving much, while the other continues hitting him. We were freaked out, and briefly considered trying to help. We both had a creeped out feeling, though and we pretty quickly decide we’re absolutely not stopping. Plus, what are two girls in their 20’s gonna be able to do to help anyway?

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Theres something wrong with my husband

I’ve been married to my husband Bruce for four years and we are Best friends, we have always gotten along with each other and rarely ever fought. We have two kids, one girl named Lauren who is 14 and another girl named Valerie who is 10 years old. We’ve been in the same house for 3 1/2 years and never thought about moving. I got home one day with great news, I’ve had the same job for 10 years and just got a promotion. My husband was still at work so I waited for Lauren and Valerie to come home since school just ended. I told Lauren first because it would be easier for her to understand than Valerie. “That’s great news mom!” Lauren cheered.
“I know, took them long enough to see my full potential.” I laughed and walked into the kitchen until my last step almost went through the door. “What the?” The floorboard was breaking. “Lauren, can you please come over here?”
“Yeah what’s up?”
“Can you get the hammer please?”
Lauren handed the hammer to me and watched me pry open the floorboard. It was opening up until this waft of terrible odor came up. It was so gross and Lauren was coughing. “Mom! eww, gross what is that?!”
“I don’t know! Go get the flashlight, there’s probably a couple dead animals down here.”
I grabbed the flashlight from her and looked through a small hole in the floor. I couldn’t see anything except bags so I called an exterminator to come, luckily for us, he came over right away. He opened up the floor a lot more and I saw the most disturbing thing ever. Those bags were actually body bags. The exterminator was horrified and that’s when he asked what my husband’s name was.

“Are you serious? My husband is not capable of this!” But I told him his name anyway and he took this information to the police for me. My husband came home after the exterminator and I took out the bodies and hid the smell with a lot of fabreez. The police contacted me two days later and told me that my husband was a serial killer back 4 years ago and is still occasionally doing so, they also said they’re coming over right now to arrest him. I thanked the police and hung up. Scared, I turned around to see my husband in the doorway standing there, not saying a word. We stood there staring at each other until he darted at me. I picked up the mini lamp on the desk, hit him and ran to Lauren and Valerie. I locked all of us into Laurens room away from Bruce. We called the cops to see if they left, then waited. The police will be here in 2 minutes. With Valerie asking all these questions and Lauren crying I got even more scared and started to cry too. I heard a banging sound in the house and Valerie screamed. Then I heard the police sirens go out. My anxiety was kicking in and I started to get a panic attack. There were bangings on the door with someone yelling. “It’s okay we got him!” I slowly walked to the door and opened it. The police breathing hard and had a scared expression on his face. “You didn’t get him.. did you?” I loved him with all my heart but I knew I was going to leave him anyway after everything he did. “No ma’am I’m sorry he took off. We went into the police car to talk to some people so they could get a better understanding. I still wonder till this day Is how did I not figure out sooner that he’s a serial killer.