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.
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.
Me and my best friend were always into horror movies and creepy stuff so it was naturally for us to explore such places to get the goosebumps. Most of our tries were disappointing beecause nothing rlly interesting happened.
Once i went to visit her in the city she studied back then and while going to buy some groceries we spotted a big abandoned building next to a hospital so we decided to get close to see what is it supposed to be. We felt rlly drawn to that building, it was like the moment we saw it, we started immediately walking towards it. When we went to the fence that was surrounding it we saw sign saying that the place is abandoned psychiatric wing of the hospital that was right next to it. It said the building was in ruins so its dangerous to go inside. Right next to the sign there was a hole big enough for a person to go through with crouching. We decided to leave the shopping for later and went in.
I checked my phone battery so we can see if we will have enough of it to make a video with the flash on. It was close to full so we carefully went through the fence and on the ground floor of the hospital. It was full of wrecked items, shattered glasses, abandoned old wheelchair and all sorts of thrash, the doors were missing so we could peek slightly in the rooms. There was a staircase to the second floor and we decided to take it since the ground floor was full of those stuff i noted above.
This is a story from a couple weeks ago detailing my encounter with a really strange and scary individual.
Okay so some backstory. I’m a 20 year old male, relatively scrawny build, and moderately timid. I am an overnight stocker for Wal-Mart in a town in Missouri. I’ll leave the city name out for safety reasons. Okay, now for the story. So one night I’m working electronics, an area I might add that I absolutely hate working because we always get the crazier people back there at night, and I’m being bombarded with tons of shady customers and tons of people looking like they’re gonna steal merchandise (I should mention this is relatively normal during these hours).
Well the night proceeds like normal and nobody manages to steal anything that I know of and nobody causes a ruckus.
Well around I wanna say 11:15pm, I spot this one older guy (I wanna say in his mid to late 40s) in the aisle with the computer keyboards and he is doing these zombie-like movements and moving his jaw in weird ways and just doing a slow sway-like movement. I decide to ignore him because he looked like he was doing okay on his own (not to mention I was A bit put off by the way he looked and moved). A few minutes later I heard him banging a keeper box (a hard plastic case we put the more important electronics in) on the shelf, so I look into the aisle.
This story happened two years ago, Me and a few of my friends had plans to go to the baseball field at night to sit on the bleachers and have a chat. We live in a town called Stephenville Crossing, in Newfoundland, Canada.
Me and my friends had texted each other to get ready, I was at Caitlin’s house, she is my cousin, and our friend Rae-ann was also with us. We texted our friends to meet up at the local canteen, Karl’s canteen, where many of us would buy candy and food.
We started walking to the canteen, it was about a ten minute walk from Caitlin’s house, so when we got there our friends had not made it yet, so we went inside to grab a few of their signature brownies. After standing around for a few minutes we seen our friends coming toward the canteen, yelling out to us.
This happened in 2000 or 2001 in Oregon. I was about 26 and had my children with me, my son being 5 and my daughter being 4. We had moved about 150 miles from the rest of the family. Its close enough to drive over and visit for the weekend and drive back.
The drive goes over the Santiam Pass and parts of it has lots of tight curves. We had a set routine when traveling…. Something that parents of young children figure out….
You know if you dont make restroom stops along certain roads, you will find yourself pulling over to the side and guiding your child to a relatively close but private spot to take care of business.
So this happened not too long ago. I am a 17 year old female and I live in the UK. Now, you can’t go to clubs until you’re 18 but I started going out at 16, it’s always creepy drunk guys trying to touch you up and try it on with you, but I go out just to get drunk and party. I’m underage so not going to go home with anyone.
A few months ago I went out with a friend, we had a good night but then as always, she got too drunk and passed out, she somehow went home and I was on my own for the rest of the night. I was stood in the corner of the club just drinking, I was already wasted so I decided to just keep drinking. Bad idea when you’re out alone. A old looking man came and stood with me and he started talking to me and asked me what happened to my friend and I told him, he then said that he’s friends with her, later on he told me he lied about that and he doesn’t know her.
After all this time, just remembering this leaves me nervous. I worked at Mcdonalds while studying at college, both full-time. A few months into this job and I actually enjoyed most shifts. Some were a pain, others downright funny. The managers appreciated my friendly attitude towards customers, so I was behind the counter taking orders like most nights. I greeted the first customer with a smile.
“Hi there! May I take your order?”
It was as I finished speaking this automatic greeting that I notice something. The customer behind the first, an older man did a double-take directly at me. But only after I began speaking. This in of itself is not abnormal, as I have a mixed accent that some pick up on. But…The moment our eyes met, my stomach dropped. He was around six foot, wore baggy jeans and a beige jacket with a black hat. Mostly bald based on what I could see, but it was his eyes. That creepy, slow-growing smile didn’t reach them.