(This is not part of the story, this is for whatever website moderator is reading this submission, so please remove this paragraph if you decide to use this story. I used a throwaway email to submit the original story with and i dont remember what it was. I cannot prove that i am the author of that story, but hopefully by stating that the story was submitted at some point in late January / early February, that might be enough proof that i submitted the story [as it was not uploaded until March]. Also i hope that you can see certain similarities in my writing style as further proof that it was i who submitted the original story. I will submit this update anyway, with the hopes that it will at least be uploaded to the website as i completely understand that this might not be suitable for the channel as it is not actually a story. Oh, and thanks for uploading my original story.)
This is an update to a story i submitted earlier on in the year, titled “Stalked by a Werewolf while on drugs”.
So a few months ago i submitted my story to darknessprevails.org. This update is just to respond to a few comments from some people who are skeptical about my story.
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This happened to me a little less than a year ago now, but first let me set the stage:
My name is Amber. I am a 29 year old single mother, currently residing in Tennessee. living with me are my now 7 year old son, my elderly disabled mother, and at the time of this occurrence my cousin was sleeping on our couch. Here’s the fun thing about my family: we ALL know that the paranormal is real. My mother was trained as a Shaman, my dad used to do energy work, and my cousin and I are Pagan and were raised, or rather trained, to deal with things that most people refuse to believe exist. Have you seen the show “Supernatural”? Well, one reason we love it in my family is because they tend to get the lore, and the “how to fight this beastie” stuff, pretty close to accurate, and my cousin and I especially love it because it is about as close as mainstream media is likely to ever come to showing how we were raised.
Now, he and I actually didn’t meet until high-school, and didn’t know we were related for a long time. He just became friends with my older brother, and became a part of our family, and THEN we realized we have common blood. small world, right? anyway, we grew up separately, but our families both raised us in much the same way. We each grew up in a relatively stable home, not a massive amount of moving around like the boys on the show, but were taught to study as much lore, on as many creatures and spirits, as we could find. As a result, although we don’t usually drive far to investigate paranormal happenings, when something DOES happen near us, or near our friends, we can usually figure out what it is, if it’s dangerous, and if so how to get it gone, without much trouble.
now, on to the actual story.
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A couple months ago my dad used to work in construction in some Los Angeles apartments. This isn’t my story, its my dad’s. My dad might seem like a total badass and tough guy with a tough mind but in reality, my dad gets scared real easily.
One night my dad is done with his work and it’s his job to check and lock all the doors before he goes home. As my dad finishes locking all the doors, he was recording on his phone. He didn’t know he was recording because the screen was all black as if the phone was in his pocket. It was over 15 minutes of him walking and locking the doors. Until he goes to the elevator. The elevator doors open and you can hear him make a loud gasp. There was a creepy old woman in a wheelchair in the elevator, which is weird because no one was supposed to be in the building at this time. My dad hesitated in getting in. He asks the lady “what floor?”
She answers with ” the lower floor.”
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One week, me and about ten of my friends took a trip down to Cancun for a spring break trip. The weather was very nice down there, but to me, it seemed too peaceful. We had rented a condominium for a night, as we wanted to tour the Southern U.S. and Mexico.
Our next destination was New Orleans and then to Blue Mountain Florida. Back to the story. The night we stayed there will haunt me forever. Our condominium was on the second floor, and as we were watching an NBA game, we heard a loud crash, and loud yelling. We thought there was a fight taking place in the condo directly below us. We just disregarded it, as the final seconds of the game were going on. There was a loud sound as a player from one of the teams hit a shot at the buzzer to win the game.
Immediately, I was scared shitless. I looked out our front window, and I saw a shadow outside, in the hallway, possibly looking in our window. I just saw someone walking to their room. But were they, I asked myself. I didn’t want to waste the night, but I still thought about it.
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When I was young I lived with both my grandparents, my mom and my aunt in this one apartment. I hated sleeping in my room so bad. It just had a weird and very bad energy around it. I guess I was around 6 or 7 at the time this started happening, but my family was telling me I was too big to sleep with my mom, so they’d make me sleep in my room.
The door was always left open just a few inches, and the lights on the corridor would be turned on. When I say that I couldn’t sleep, I meant it. The only way I managed to sleep was by passing out of exhaustion, and so that happened often. It was odd, though because it seemed to happen right after a recurring nightmare I’d have, even if I don’t remember sleeping at all.
I’d see slender, white fingers curl around the door and push it open to reveal this… disgusting creature behind it. He was tall, anorexic looking and had a toothless mouth with beady black eyes that simply leaked malice from them. The thing would breathe heavily as if something was blocking their nose, and as they walked inside my room they’d drop to their hands and feet like a spider, and crawl under my bed. Afterwards, I’d feel my arm being pulled by their skeletal, thin and cold fingers and my hand would hang off the bed. I always hated this part. I’d squeeze my eyes shut and muffle a cry as I felt their slimy lips wrap around my index and middle finger, hot tongue lapping at my pudgy digits.
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So my sister and I always go on a camping trip with a really nice family but this years camping trip was the worst.
We had a camping spot with a big field and then a bathroom across from it. The weird thing was that nobody in my campsite was awake when this happened. Me and my friend, we’ll call Jessie in this story, were up late at night. It was just the typical talk about what were gonna do. Jessie wanted to tell scary stories and we did so.
Two hours went by of telling made up stories until we heard footsteps outside our tent. Jessie said “its probably one of the boys or the parents, calm down”. So I just went along with it. Soon after that I whispered to Jessie that I could hear them again.
We got out the tent to check it out when we saw a person crouching in the fields when they noticed us they ran into the woods. Jessie thought it was just a bunny or some type of animal but I thought it was a person. We got back into the tent and Jessie told me she was gonna watch videos using her hot spot, so we went for about an hour of watching videos.
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My Name is Rylee. For a while, when I was about 16, I was always on snapchat. It is normal for me to get random and strange follows from odd people but never like this.
It was June 18, 2015. I was on snapchat doing what I always do nothing abnormal for me. Like always i was scrolling through all my followers and i came across a user name that said “look outside your window.” It sent chills down my spine. It was also kinda alarming mainly because seconds later I heard knocks and rocks hitting my window.
See being the weirdo I am I thought it was my imagination but I was wrong!
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I’m an 18 year old female who used to work for Walmart. It wasn’t a bad job since I was getting paid more than what minimum wage goes for and I did the overnight shift. I’m not that much of a people person. This was my first and last time ever working in retail.
I’m fairly attractive, I’m 5’2″, I have blue eyes and long blonde hair, I’m also gifted in the chest area if you know what I mean. Not a lot of girls work the overnight or even stock shelves at the location I was employed at.
It was a Friday night and I just came in for my 10 p.m. – 7 a.m. shift, the store I worked at closed at midnight and reopened at 6 a.m.. I, being someone who needed caffeine to function, stopped at a coffee shop on my way to work for a coffee. Usually we are not allowed to have drinks on the floor but that never stopped me.
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Well let me start by saying that Alexa Van Helsing is my Wattpad name and I no longer have the account after this. I am in my late teens and I am soon going to college. I want to be a journalist and an author once I get out of school. Writing fanfiction is a way to help me relieve stress since I have anxiety and it has only gotten worse after this. Now most people believe that fanfiction. net is a place where no one can really harm or stalk you and I am here to tell everyone that, that is a load of BS. This story happened about four months ago and I don’t think I will ever have another fanfiction account after this. Now I never thought I would be on this and telling one of my own stories unless it was creepypasta, so I hope this helps my anxiety though I really don’t know if it does.
So one day I was writing fanfiction on my account, I love writing about creatures and horror though by my screen name you can tell I love that kind of stuff. My favorite thing to write is vampire stories ones where there’s a girl vampire slayer. Where I got my name from was a book I love to read when I was younger it was called the Alex Van Helsing Series and it is by Jason Henderson. This might have been a bad idea since there are people that to bully you out there, but this story has nothing to do with bullying.
Usually I would take request from some people after I wrote a chapter or so in one of my stories. People would ask me to write something for them and we would talk about it over Private message. Now none of these people that messaged me wrote anything threatening towards me. Really the only reason they would ever message me was to talk about what they wanted in the story I was writing for them. The one day out of the blue I got a message from a Vladimir Dracula which made me smile since I thought he was another vampire fan like I am.
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So,This was just s few months ago. I had just bought a brand new 2016 Kawasaki Ninja, I love this bike. I wanted a new set of grips for a good price, so I went to Craigslist. It was absolutely the worst decision ever..
I saw something pop up for some green grips, same color as the bike. I texted the guy who posted the ad and we agreed that I would go to his place for the grips on an upcoming Thursday. When Thursday arrived , I went to his house, on my bike. The only thing I carried, close to a weapon, was my Swiss Army knife.
I pulled up to the house and saw an old rust bucket, and a 1979 Chevy Silverado. It was a nice truck. I took a picture with my old camera that I take with me on my bike. I knocked on the door, nobody answered. I waited about 3-4 minutes. Next thing I know the garage door is opening and it is some old guy in overalls covered in oil or something, he said his son took the grips. So, I said thanks and rode home. The next thing I see, in my side mirror, horrifies me. That truck is behind me in hot pursuit, so I gun it. Now, I have a 700 CC bike, so I can easily outrun him. I lost him quick and felt safe but confused when I get home. I put my bike in my garage and go inside, still wondering what the hell his problem was.
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