25 Creepy Stories You Should Literally Not Read If You Plan To Sleep Tonight
1. Garage sale creeper
Summer after fifth grade, around the end of June, I went garage saling with my mom and grandma in the neighboring town. Had a lot of good buys.
The last place we hit up was a housing addition the edge of town, where a lot of old people and empty-nesters lived. It was kind of boring, but I thought I would poke around just in case. My mom and gran let me go ahead of them while they browsed, so I went up to the next house.
It looked pretty normal. I mean, it looked the same as every other house in the addition. Maybe not as many frills, but nothing out of place really. There wasn’t a sign in the yard but the garage door was open and there were tables out. A guy was sitting in a lawn chair at the back of garage. So, legit, I suppose. I went in.
There wasn’t a lot of selection. And old coffee maker, throw pillows. There was a rack of plus-size womens’ clothing and shoes. No men’s clothes or shoes. Anything that suggested a man lived there.
The man at the back of the garage sat there smiling the whole time. He was maybe in his late 30s/early 40s, moustache, bald at the top and had a fringe of brown hair that tapered down his neck. He wore a wolf t-shirt and denim cut-offs. He kept crossing and un-crossing his very hairy legs, like with rhythm, and kind of swinging them.
Beneath another table was a huge box of naked Barbies priced .50 cents a piece. I bent down to inspect them. First of all, the Barbies’ hair was sticky and crusty. Like someone put glue in them. Second of all, they smelt terrible. Like rotten or something, body odor, just inconceivably foul.
I was pulling away when the man in the back of the garage started asking me questions, like how old was I, where did I go to school. He asked me if I liked the Barbies.
Not really interested, I said.
He started talking about his cockerspaniel named Spiffy or something and then let the dog out when it started scratching on the garage door. It started growling at him, like snarling, and it ran around to the back of the house. By then I decided I was done here. He hadn’t really done anything, but he gave me the creeps.
Leaving already? He sounded disappointed.
I told him to have a nice day.
Ran off to my mom and gran, but I didn’t tell my mom about the creeper. I just told her he had a crap selection. Nothing she would like anyway.
A week or so later we saw on the news a man broke into a woman’s house, tried on all her clothes, molested her daughter. . .and hosted a garage sale at their house, at that housing addition.
2. The man in the woods
I live in Chattanooga, TN. Every year we have a music festival called Riverbend on the Tennessee River. The end of the festival is celebrated with one of the best firework shows in the world. It is hell to get into or close to the festival on the last day. It’s like everyone in the southeast United States wants to come see the fireworks. My best friend, Tara, and I wanted to find a good vantage point that would overlook the river and watch the fireworks. We drove up a ridge near the river and pulled off into a gravel parking lot, where we found several other people with the same idea as us. Some trees were in the way, and we noticed a trail that went down the ridge. We walked about 40 yards down the trail and came to a clearing, where we could see the river perfectly. We were talking and waiting on the fireworks to start, when we started hearing some rustling on down the trail. I thought I saw a person’s silhoutte move between some trees on down the ridge. Tara had a small keychain flashlight, and she took it out and shined it down the trail. We didn’t see anything. We kept hearing rustling, and kept seeing nothing. We finally started thinking it was a really noisy squirrel.
The fireworks started and had been going on for about a minute, when I heard a stick break right by me. We turned around and looked, but couldn’t see anything. Tara turned on her light, and there was a man standing literally 5 feet away from me. It was so dark that we couldn’t see him at all until the light was on him. It was like a horror movie scene. We immediately started heading up trail, and the whole way up he was talking. Saying things like “Where are you going? What’s your name? What are two pretty things like you do here?” We ignored him and kept walking. Then he starts getting angry and saying “Aren’t you listening? You get back here! You know, nobody could hear your screams over the fireworks. I have a knife. You don’t even know my name. Nobody will ever catch me if I hurt you.” We started running, and we got to the top of the hill, where two kids were playing, and I saw their dad standing further back. I told the kids their dad wanted them so they would get close to their dad and safe from the creepy guy. I then walked over to their dad and told them about the man that followed us out of the trail, and asked if he cared if we stood with him until the man was gone. He said of course, and thanked us for sending his kids in his directions. The man stood at the beginning of the trail and watched us for a while, then finally went back into the woods.
He had been watching us in the woods for at least 20 minutes before he approached us. He waited until the noise of the fireworks began before coming out.
3. Alone in the woods
I was in college, female and taking a course in outdoor survival. The course ended with a three day, three night “wilderness solo”. We were allowed to take a backpack, empty canteen, sleeping bag, knife, six matches, rope, a sheet of plastic, a change of clothes, extra socks, halizone tablets, small cooking pot and spoon. We were not allowed to bring food or water since part of our training was in identifying edibles and finding a water source. Once I was dropped off, I had to hike in to find a spot to set up camp. First, I had to place a flag on a tree near my drop off point so that I could be located three days later for pick up.
I was loving life! Just me and nature. I had no fears, even as night began to fall. I enjoyed the sounds of the woods all around me and didn’t mind not having a tent! I built a small fire and had a great feeling of peace. I slept well that night but woke up thirsty. My search for a water source began. Happily, I found a muddy stream, let the water settle in my pot, placed the tablets in the water and boiled it for good measure. Yuck…what a crappy taste….but at least I was hydrated. All went well and I had a great time….until my last day.
It was early afternoon on the last day and time to break camp. I cleaned up my camp area and hiked out to my drop off spot. As I sat, leaning against a tree, I heard the sound of a vehicle off in the distance. I figured that it had to be my pick-up. As I waited, a vehicle that I had never seen before pulled up on the dirt path in front of me. Immediately, I realized that I did not know the man who was driving. He gave me an odd look…my gut told me that he was bad news. He asked what I was doing there and if I was alone. I said that my friends were behind me breaking camp. He gave me a knowing look, got back in his vehicle and rode off.
I was terrified! I knew that I had to hide… and fast! I ran into the woods and hid…as I ran, I heard the car come back. I stayed as quiet as I could and remained hidden. I heard him get out of the car . I could hear him calling to me and walking through the brush looking for me. I was so afraid! Eventually, he gave up and I heard the car door slam, the engine start and the car pull away. Going back to my drop off point was not an option, so I began hiking through the woods, hoping I would find base camp. After walking for what felt like hours, I saw a forest ranger. I told him who I was and what had happened to me. He told me that I had done the right thing since a young woman had been raped the night before and the police and forest service had been searching the area. Happily, he drove me to the base camp where I learned that another girl in my class had had a creepy encounter with a man the night before. She had scared him away by blowing a brass whistle until help arrived.
If there is anything to be learned from this…it is being sure to always trust your gut feelings and never camp alone.
4. The man in the doorway
it was a normal Saturday. I had woken up super early and decided to just be lazy all day. Around 10pm, I decided to get into bed and watch some South park. I had fallen asleep around midnight I think. The actual encounter happened very fast.
I had woken up at 4:43am with an overwhelming feeling of dread. It was dark, but it only took me a few seconds for my eyes to adjust to my surroundings. I looked at my clock with is right next to the door and I noticed a figure standing in the doorway no more than 8 feet from me. He was staring at me with a sickest grin I have ever seen. The guy was a fucking monster, ugly and big as hell. I froze. I had no idea what was happening.
I jumped out of bed after a few seconds and yelled, “Who is that? Get the fuck out of here, now!” As I rushed to the door to slam it shut, the man slowly closed the door, still staring at me with that malicious grin. I locked the door and heard heavy footsteps walk away very slowly. This guy wasn’t here to rob me, I can tell you that. The way he shut my door was too calm for any 2-bit thief that just got caught.
I heard him walk to the basement door, and he left. I immediately called the cops and they showed up within minutes. They did a walk-through of my house and just chalked it up to some drunk guy wandering through houses. I told them that this guy could’ve been watching me for hours for all I knew, but they obviously dismissed it.
They left and I woke up my floor-mate (a girl) who was asleep throughout the whole ordeal. She had gotten in a few hours after I fell asleep and she said she locked both the deadbolt and the normal lock. They were both unlocked. Well, simple solution: I change the locks. Fine.
But the thing that worries me the most is that this guy specifically came into MY house. I don’t know how he got in, and I don’t know if he’s watching me or someone in the house, but I am freaked the fuck out. Once I told everyone that was home, they didn’t seem very concerned. What the flying fuck? I guess their opinions would change if they had seen this man like I had. His grin was so eerie, and his face was messed up. But the way he just calmly shut my door as I charged towards him is actually nauseating.
5. Why I love my dad
When I was about 15 or so, my family was invited to a wedding out of town. I was super excited to get dressed up and see my friends who lived in the area. The wedding was great, but for whatever reason (maybe work?) my dad decided we should drive back that night. We all complained that we were tired and just wanted to crash at my grandparent’s place but he was adamant so we headed home.
For whatever reason we had taken two cars. I think my dad met us down there, so he had his truck and my brother rode with him. I was in the van with my mom and my sister.
Around 12:30 or 1:00am my dad calls my mom and says he needs to stop for gas. They discuss the closest station and agree it’s in a not-so-nice part of Palm Beach county. Kind of this weird ghetto strip that runs between it and Boca. My dad pulls into the station first and parks at a pump, but my mom’s tank is full so she parks the van sort of out of the way and gets out to go buy a cup of coffee and talk to my dad.
I’m just sitting in the front seat with my sister kind of falling asleep in the middle row of seats when this skinny, greasy looking guy comes around the corner. His teeth were yellow from cigarettes or something worse, and he got this freaky smile on his face when he saw me. I told my sister to grab my phone, call my mom and hide under the small pile of pillows we had in the van.
“Hey! Hey, you got some change? I need to buy some gas!”
I quickly pretend that I’m deaf and sign whatever I know (I hadn’t been learning very long) so I’m throwing out things like “Cookie tomorrow mom dad bear play”. The guy comes up to the window and starts knocking on it, then motioning for me to roll down the windows or unlock the door. Honestly I don’t know what the hell he was thinking.
My sister is hiding under her makeshift shield and I can hear her finally connect on the cellphone just as the guy TRIES THE FUCKING DOOR OF THE VAN. I just scream, “DADDY” and around the pump comes my dad, wrench in one hand and phone in the other.
Now, my dad is a big guy. He’s close to 6′ 5″ and he’s built like a tank. My friends joke that he looks like a mafia boss or something. I only hope that creep was pissing himself when my dad comes around the pump and says, “Is there a problem here?”
The guy instantly jumped away from the van and put his hands up. He tried stammering out that he just needed some money for gas until my dad came even closer and said, “So you felt the need to ask this young lady when I’m RIGHT over there?”
The guy booked it.
I don’t know if he was homeless or crazy or both, but I’m glad I’ve got my dad.
6. The story I’ll never tell my wife
My wife and I just purchased our first home and had our first kid. The house was being built by the builders and we would drive past the house every so often just to look and see how our house was coming along. We started visiting the house at night and noticed a car parked out front of our house. It was strange, but we figured it was probably just one of the workers leaving their car overnight. Sometimes the car was there, sometimes it wasn’t… We didn’t think too much of it. Fast forward a few months and our house is built. The house is empty and we are slowly moving everything in during the first week. As for the mysterious car, it started showing up late at night but not parking directly in front of our house anymore, but about 50 feet away by a nearby park area. Now keep in mind, we are the only house on the block. This was a brand new development and we were literally the first house built, so we were just this lonesome house in the middle of the desert, a few blocks away from the nearest neighborhood. My wife demands we buy a security system, so I do (she spent many nights alone since I worked late at night).
It’s my day off and I spend it organizing stuff from the moving boxes and hanging out with my 6 month old son. My wife is at work. I realize that there are no diapers or wipes, so I call my mother in law and ask her if she could swing by today to drop some off (I didn’t have my car that day, so there were no cars in my driveway). I tell her that I will leave the front door unlocked because I will be taking a nap with my son.
A few hours later, my son is fast asleep on our bed and I decide to cuddle up with him and go to sleep myself. I lay down when I hear the door chime of my security alarm for the front door. I know it’s my mother in law and I really didn’t feel like talking to her, so I figured I would just lay there and pretended to be asleep and hope she wouldn’t come upstairs. I hear the footsteps of her coming up the stairs, but she is moving slowly… I thought it was weird but figured she knew we were sleeping and didn’t want to wake us. My back is facing the door to my bedroom and I hear her open the door. I get into my “pretend sleep mode” and stay still. I hear a quick breath of air, as if she was startled to see us sleeping. No other noise is made and I assume she is just standing there… I think to myself “Ok… Go away now…” but it takes a full minute or two before I hear her slowly tip toeing out of my room, downstairs, and then leaving the house. As soon as I hear the door chime, I pop out of bed and walk downstairs to grab the diapers… But they aren’t there. I think “what the fuck?” she showed up and didn’t even leave the diapers… I run over to the front window and she’s gone.
During this whole event, my phone was off and charging, so I turn it on to see that I have a new voice mail. It’s from my mother in law.
“Sorry honey, I am not able to come over and bring those diapers, I got caught up in other plans. Have a nice nap!”
7. Crazed man tries to enter my house
I grew up in a very small town in Massachusetts. My family’s first home was a tiny two bedroom house but it was idyllic and really nice; it was on a corner lot next to a busy street but there was a huge yard and a big natural pond in the back yard that my mom admiringly recalls in stories she used to tell us about families of deer walking across it frozen over in the winter time to feed on tree boughs hanging over the water. Next to the pond was a totally expansive wooded area.
I still remember what happened because especially for my small mind to process at the time this was really terrifying to me then and according to my mother I had recurring nightmares about this, but even today it’s still kind of disturbing. My father would leave for work every day early in the morning and a lot of times I would wake up with him, and subsequently my mother who would stay at home to take care of me would follow suit, so our days usually started very early. On one of these mornings my mom decided to take a shower before she did her other things typical of any day of the week. While she did that I played in the kitchen by myself on the floor. Our old kitchen was like a galley style and sort of narrow and at the end of the room directly ahead of me was our back door and a porch that my dad had built (which in retrospect was pretty high off of the ground because our house was built on a hill).
On this day I was playing and all of a sudden a man ran – ran as in dashed – onto the back porch and started banging at the door to be let in. We hadn’t invited anyone over, not especially some man, and guests were pretty infrequent anyway but this was no ordinary man. He was literally pounding on the door, and through the window in the door I could see him staring at me on the floor and then he started begging me to let him in.
I just sat on the floor probably in mild shock and stared back at him. This man didn’t even look away once to see if he could flag down help elsewhere like passing motorists on the busy street around the corner if he so desperately needed it. He was raising his voice and he was asking me to come to the door and let him inside. Asking a child, a very young child, to let a stranger inside. That’s rule no. 1 that you don’t break and every child in America is told to obey and luckily I had enough sense apparently to know this.
He might have realized this because I wasn’t moving and then all of a sudden he started demanding that I open the door. He was yelling things like “c’mon kid just let me in”, and at this point in my memory I believe I noticed he was wearing like a wig, a white electric looking wig because his hair was wild. And now he was absolutely pounding the door even harder and yelling and I distinctly remember him say something like “don’t get mommy” or something like that because I had gotten off the floor and now I was banging on the bathroom door to get my mother. I told her that there was someone outside, and only dressed in just a towel she came out to see, and this is what gets me.
He jumps off of the back porch, like maybe a descent of like five feet because again my house sat on a hill and the porch was elevated off of that slope, and he runs – according to my mother – into the woods behind our house. Gone. My mother called the police I think but I do not remember if they ever found him; I guess that because I don’t know that’s probably indicative that they didn’t because we never heard about it.
I wonder sometimes what would have happened if I had let him inside the house if he sincerely needed help. Like maybe he was being chased and he wasn’t actually the threat; crime never happens in our town, ever, so it’s hard to believe that that’s the case. We were not friendly with our neighbors in any way and never knew if this man had also approached them asking for the same, but I will never forget this.
8. The man in the attic
This is actually my friends story. But I was almost a daily guest at her house so I think I might be able to tell it like she would. She lived at her parents house. We were around 17-18 years old and they had just moved into a big house from a small apartment. They had a dog who was extremely well behaved but sometimes in the middle of the night he would start growling and barking. One early morning, my friends dad followed the dog to the kitchen where he saw a young man trying to get in through the window. The man got away before the police got there. But the growling and barking didn’t stop. And sometimes we could all hear weird sounds, like someone was walking on the roof of the house or something. Her dad would often have a look up into the attic and saw nothing so he blamed these sounds on the weather. Changes in heat/cold and humidity making the wood crackle. This went on for a few years. A few nights a week the dog would growl and they would hear what sounded like footsteps. I spent some nights there and one time my friend woke me up just to make me listen. Years later, a few years after my friend moved out from her parents place, her dad was doing something in the attic when he found a tiny little door in the far corner. He had never noticed it before because this corner of the attic was really dark. He opened the tiny little door and what he saw in the beam of his flashlight really freaked everyone out. He saw a dirty mattress, some burnt out candles and candy wrappers. It’s been years since she told me about what her father saw but I still get goosebumps thinking about it. Someone had actually been living in their attic. Maybe the guy who tried to climb in through the window? Creepy as fuck.
9. Hitchhiking fail
One of my best friends and my roommate in sophomore and junior year of college’s mother told us this story when I was visiting with her over spring break. It gives me chills every time I think about it.
When she was a teenager, she lived in a more rural/small town part of Minnesota and she and her friends did a lot of bus taking, walking, and hitchhiking to different locations. Hitchhiking was generally really safe because everyone in the town knew everyone else and not many people passed through.
One early evening during the summer she and her friend were on their way back home and they were walking along the highway, looking for someone to hitchhike with because it was hot and they didn’t want to walk the rest of the way.
So this older man (prob around 50) stops to pick them up and it’s one of those older cars where the first row of seats is a bench, and can sit three people. Both my friend’s mom and her friend slide into the seat—her mom first, so that she’s sitting next to the dude, and then her mom’s friend sat on her other side.
The guy is really nice, asks where they want to go and says he’s going their way and he’ll take them home. So they are chatting with this guy and he’s joking around with them and telling stories etc. While they are driving, the dude pulls off the highway onto an access road and my friend’s mom realizes they are taking a different route than what she is used to to get to her house. She starts getting a little uneasy but doesn’t say anything to her friend who is still chatting away.
However, instead of continuing along this access road, he pulls off onto a gravel road and my friends mom starts getting really freaked out when she realizes they’re approaching an abandoned rock quarry, still driving relatively fast. In one movement, my friends mom opens the door and pushes her friend out of the car and tells her to run. The dude grabs her but she hits him in the face and is able to roll out. By this time it was dark so the girls ran and hid in the quarry.
She said the scariest part about hiding and waiting was that the guy turned his lights off and she could hear his car slowly crunching over the gravel as he circled and waited for them to try and escape.
After a couple hours the girls weren’t hearing the gravel anymore and decided that he was gone and that they could try and climb over the quarry fence to get back to the highway access road. They crawl over to the fence and my friends mom gives her friend a boost to help her over. However, as she starts to climb she hears a car—the guy found was still waiting and he turns his headlights back on and GUNS it at the fence. She manages to get over without being hit by him and the girls just run for it. They cross the highway access road and get into the woods on the side of the highway. They crawl in a ditch until their exit because they are afraid the guy is on the highway looking for them. They make it home safe and tell police, etc., but the police don’t find the guy.
10. The problem with yoga books
I am a 22 year old male, I live in a pretty weird part of Sydney, not overly dangerous but a lot of druggies and weirdos who can really creep you out late at night, which is when this took place of course. I’d just got off the train and started my 10 minute walk home, it was cold and it was late, almost midnight, so I was moving quick to get home. I was catching up to this guy who was dressed in a big bomber jacket and was singing to himself, I just figured he was another local odd ball, and kept walking along next to him wishing i’d remembered my headphones because his singing was shit.
Him and I walked along about a meter or two apart, and at some point a woman about my age came out of a side street carrying a bunch of books. We were all walking together in a nice awkward sort of situation as this guy sung, when suddenly he piped up and said to the girl in a creepy raspy voice “Excuse me, but why are you carrying a book about Bikram Yoga?” The girl responded politely that she was studying to be a yoga instructor, the guy stated he was in fact a yoga instructor, and they struck up a slow and slightly uncomfortable conversation.
Initially I was just relieved he wasn’t talking to me. I am not a ‘tough guy’ at all, and confrontations freak me out so I was glad I didn’t have to speak to him. I kept walking just ahead of them though, and In listening to their conversation I did begin to notice that the guy seemed to know very little about yoga, and as they continued to talk, his questions got stranger, asking what she was up to, if she lived with friends or alone. I decided to walk a bit slower, so I stayed close to them in case anything went wrong or the guy tried anything. I had no idea what i’d do if push came to shove, I just felt it was the right thing to do.
So this all went on for another five minutes or so and I was getting close to my street. The girl was obviously uncomfortable and just wanted the conversation to end. I was almost at my corner, and feeling my job as a “gentleman” was done I decided to just take one look over my shoulder before I left them. I looked over my shoulder and stopped mid-stride. The guy was walking with the girl on his right, and in his left hand, obscured from her view, he was holding a knife. I stopped and stood there like an idiot. There was no one else around just us three now standing still, and the guy looked at me and shook his head, giving me a “just walk away buddy” kind of look, with anger in his eyes. Then I almost jumped when I heard a car horn, and I looked across the street to see a parked dark blue car with a man in driver’s seat, he too was shaking his head at me, with that sort of look that said “get out of here before something bad happens”. This was a joint effort, and thinking back I can remember car headlights following us for most of this, I just hadn’t taken any note of it. It seems this was a joint effort by the two creepers
My heart was racing, and there I was standing in between this completely fucked up situation it seemed like I was the only thing preventing this rape/kidnapping or whatever from going down, and I with nothing resembling a weapon I felt very very useless indeed. Not a word had been said so far, and in my terror my mind flashed to something I once read about what you should do if you’re attacked by a bear.
I guess it was flight or fight and I picked fight, I raised my arms up to try to look bigger and starting screaming like an animal, I must have seemed completely deranged, but I got right up in the guy’s face and I still don’t know how this worked but it must have been so shocking that he just bolted, ran to the car and got in sped away, all of it happening in the space of 10 seconds or so.
After that, we called the police, the girl thanked me profusely, but after all of this I couldn’t even remember what the guy looked like, nor the number plate of the car. I just couldn’t believe how fortunate it all was, I’d forgotten my headphones so i could hear the exchange, the fact I turned around for one last look, and that the whole screaming and waving my arms around actually worked. I shudder to think what could have happened to the young yoga student if everything didn’t work out.
11. Terrorized by a clown
I was five years old, and I was invited to a neighbor’s birthday party. We lived in the quiet suburbs of Baltimore, Maryland. It was an idyllic town. Trees lined the streets, looking over the neighborhood like giant looming sentinels. It was early October. I remember this because the houses were decorated for Halloween.
The boy’s parents pulled out all of the stops to make their son’s party one to remember. There was a slow moving, sad faced donkey that the smaller children were permitted to ride. I was not allowed to ride the donkey. I was a fat boy, even at age five. I was also as loud as I was fat. It was my loud mouth that caused this pleasant afternoon of cake, ice cream and piñatas to quickly unravel into a horrifying nightmare.
Aside from the usual accoutrements at a seven year olds party, there was a clown. The clown walked around silently, prancing and smiling. He would laugh silently. He would do the old “I got your nose” trick, and pull coins out from behind our ears. He made balloon animals, and attempted to ride a unicycle. The other kids laughed. I hated the clown. Everything about him made me uncomfortable. And because of this, my fat five year old self decided it was a decent idea to give the clown a hard time.
Birthday Boy announced aloud that it was time to head inside to see the special clown magic show. All the kids went into the living room and sat on the hard wood floor. I stood in the back. The clown proceeded with the magic show. He pulled a fake rabbit out of his hat, and performed other hack tricks, as I stood in the back of the room and jeered him. I would yell out how the tricks were done.
The clown continued to silently smile; making no sound as he went about his magical presentation. His face said happiness, but his eyes screamed in rage at me. This went on for 15 minutes. The kids laughed as the clown fumbled through some crappy dime-store magic tricks. I do not know if it was an act of mercy, but Birthday boy’s parents shouted “Piñata time!” And all the kids ran outside to smash a cardboard donkey stuffed with candy.
After a few minutes outside, all of the fruit punch I drank throughout the day wanted out. I scurried back into the house in search of the toilet. The house was quiet, and the sun had shifted in the sky, leaving the kitchen and the adjoining hallway bathed in a murky early evening light. As I walked through the kitchen and into the hall, from a room in the hall, stepped the clown, into the hallway. He stood there staring at me, staring at him. It seemed like one of those Wild West showdowns from the “cowboy movies” my dad use to watch on television. He lurched slowly toward me; his painted smile unwavering, but his eyes, bloodshot and filled with unbridled hatred.
“Here piggy piggy”
I walked a few steps in reverse before spinning on my heels and trying to make it to the kitchen. I felt a large hand land on my shoulder. I was spun around forcefully and fell to the floor. The clown stood above me for a moment before putting a giant clown shoe on my fat chest. I remember trying to squirm, and I remember wanting to scream and cry for help. But it never happened. He stood over me, pinning me to the floor before brandishing one of those old style seltzer bottles. He proceeded to spray the crotch of my pants and in a sing-song voice; he cooed “piggy goin’ pee- pee, piggy goin’ pee pee” until the contents of the bottle were drained. When he removed his foot from my chest, I lashed out with my feet, kicking at his shins and trying to scurry away at the same time. I ran into a pantry and slammed the door.
It was really a terrible hiding place. He had to see where I went. The pantry was about four feet away from where I was laying on the floor just moments ago. It was dark in the pantry and smelled of Pine-Sol cleaning solvent. There was no lock on the inside to protect me from the clown. In the dark pantry, I slid to the floor and tried not to sob uncontrollably. Minutes passed. Those minutes felt like hours. I heard no sound other than my wheezing, and a fear-fart that squeaked out.
“Oh piggy piggy. Did you make poopy in the pantry?” The voice came from inside the dark pantry in which I was hiding. Or so I thought. I froze in fear. Not moving. Not breathing. I did not know where the clown was. If he was in the pantry with me, I needed to get out. If he was out there, I needed to stay in the pantry.
I lowered my head to the floor, and squinted through the gap between the bottom of the pantry door, and the floor. There was not much to see. What little light bled through the bottom of the door was quickly blacked out, and a blood-shot eye stared back at me from the other side of the door.
There was a low, guttural laugh, and a voice that either hissed “boo piggy” or “poo piggy.” I squeezed my eyes shut and started crying at a near hysterical level. The door swung open, and I screamed as loud as I could.
Standing in the doorway was my dad.
“What the hell are you doing?” he asked.
“Clown!” I screamed.
He carried me out of the pantry and out of the house and back to the safety of our house.
12. Always trust your gut
I am female. This incident happened when I was in college; I was 20. I lived in a big city where I went to school but I still used my car more than public transportation since I needed to transport a lot of materials back and forth from my apartment to campus (sculpture major.)
One weeknight I had been working late in the studio and decided to stop at the 24hour drugstore chain on my drive home to pick up a few things (tampons and chocolate.) It was pretty late, probably 2am, so there wasn’t any other customers in the store but there were two male cashiers around my age.
After I had been there about three minutes, a new customer entered the store. He was male, late 30′s, kinda jittery looking. He noticed me and started following me around the store in a really obvious way. I was trying to ignore him, get my stuff and get out of there. He came up to me and started doing this “psst” noise like he was trying to discreetly get my attention. I kept ignoring him. Then he said “fuck you bitch” and left the store. I figured, whatever… Weirdo.
As I paid for my stuff I had this overwhelming gut feeling to ask the cashier if he wouldn’t mind walking me out to my car since that jittery guy had creeped me out. The cashier said it was cool and we make our way out to the parking lot. So I’m feeling more at ease about half way to my car and I turn to say thanks to the cashier for his help when he grabs my shoulder and says, “that guy is under your car.”
Sure enough, that fucking jittery guy was UNDER my car. The cashier shouts “what the fuck are you doing, I’m calling the police!” The jittery guy starts scrambling out from under my car and cashier guy and me run back in the store and he immediately calls the cops. It scared me pretty good. He ran away before the cops got there.
I sometimes wonder what he would have done to me if I hadn’t asked the cashier to walk me out. Grabbed my foot? Stabbed me with something? Just let me run over him?
13. Deserted highway
This happened a few years ago when I first got my driver’s license, I was driving to the country for a friend’s birthday. I’d worked late and had left home for the 4 hour drive by myself at 7 at night since all my friends had left before, but I really wanted to be there so I didn’t mind. The area I was driving through was quiet, sparsely populated farm area, it was known to have a few weirdos around, but nothing serious. Either way, I wasn’t worried when I set off.
I had been driving for ages, just listening to music and zoning out and i’d found myself on a road called Buckets Lane, a 80km stretch of road thats mostly straight and was absolutely empty at this time of night. At some point I took notice of headlights in my rear view mirror, it was the first car i’d seen in a long time, and although it seemed a long way behind me it started to catch me fast. I was driving my twenty year old Ford wagon, and was driving about 110km/h, but this guy was coming up REALLY quick.
Soon after I saw the car, I started to hear the faint noises of intermittent honking that grew louder and louder as he got closer. I’m not sure if this sounds scary, but it was really eerie. He was honking from a huge distance away for no reason, I was alone, I didn’t even have phone reception. It gave me a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach, I had a strong feeling this person wanted to mess with me. After a while this car finally pulled right up on me, I could see it looked like a black pick up with two people inside, and before I knew it he was tailgating me and still honking repeatedly. I freaked out, I was trying to wave him around me, but he wouldn’t go. I didn’t want to slow down but I couldn’t outrun him, so I was sort of stuck. At this point he started flashing his high beams, which made it really hard to see, and then he started hitting my rear bumper, really smashing it. I was trying to keep my shit together enough to keep my car on the road, but I was dealing with the bumping, the high beams, and the honking that was driving me insane. All this was happening at around 100km/h (60+ mph), and eventually something had to give, I swerved off the road, luckily it was on open field, slammed on the brakes, the car did a full 180 degree turn and I slid backwards into a small ditch. I checked myself quickly, made sure I was all in one piece, the car miraculously wasn’t damaged and I hadn’t really crashed so I was fine. I then looked up to look for the truck. It had kept driving but it was slowing down, and then turned around, drove slowly towards me and started that fucking honking again.
I panicked big time. I put the car in reverse for some reason and slammed down on the accelerator… big mistake- I just dug the car in to the soft grass. The truck was driving in to the field towards me, at this point I realised this person was potentially dangerous, before it could have just been someone playing a stupid prank, but now they had run me off the road, and were coming back, still honking the horn, obviously not coming to see if I was ok.
They pulled up close to me, probably 20 meters off, and were shining their high beams on me so I couldn’t see a thing. I was still trying to reverse out of this ditch like a moron, and finally decided to put it back in drive. By this point the honking had stopped, and someone had stepped out of the drivers door. This person was short and fat but all I could see was their silhouette, and this silhouette was now walking towards my trapped car. I took a few deep breaths, I was shaking and terrified, and slowly eased the pedal. The car was moving but my wheels were spinning and I didn’t know if i’d make it out. The person moved faster now and got up to my door. I locked it in the nick of time when pulled the handle, so he just started knocking on the window. This was fucked, because he didn’t bash on it, he just tapped on it, really calm, and very slowly. I begged my car to move and finally it did, i got some traction and got back on to the road and just floored it.
The honking started again and pretty soon I saw the truck was racing to catch up with me again. FINALLY a car came in the opposite direction, I flagged him down by flashing my high beams and this middle aged woman got out of the car. I was hysterical, but once I stopped, I saw in the distance the lights of the black truck stop, turn around and zoom off in the other direction. Thank god for this woman, she calmed me down and took me to the police station. I gave a statement and everything but I didn’t really see anything but a short fat silhouette and a black truck, so no help there.
No one was ever caught, and the sounds of honking horns still send shivers down my spine.
14. “my name is poker face”
This happened in Antioch, California. It was around 2AM. I was at a friend’s house, safe in warm sheltered suburbia. We were having a lot to drink, chit chatting, enjoying ourselves. Of course, when you’re having fun, time hits the fast forward button, and those few minutes turn into an hour. I had too much to drink.
My friend has a bit of an abrupt bed time, so I had to dodge out early, still intoxicated. I felt too shameful thinking I’d be asking too much to stay in his house to sleep off the drunkenness. I suppose he was either too rude or too drunk to consider it himself.
Whatever. Sometimes a little inconvenience makes you appreciate everything else. I needed about another hour or so to sober up and drive back.
As fast as time passed during my stay, it decided to drastically slow down as soon as I stepped out of his house. It was a cul-de-sac area, a concrete jungle with the stem of the street breaking into a fork. Alongside the road, my car was parked; the only street light that worked was in the middle of the cul-de-sac’s circle, about 80 yards away. I stumbled towards my car, produced my keys, felt the metal line up, opened my door and shifted to the back seat. Because this was a dark, strange and unfamiliar neighborhood, I took the left over newspapers and a sweater in my backseat to cover myself up.
I was a little scared, I wanted to camouflage myself and not just be some guy awkwardly sitting in his car waiting for time to pass in order to drive home.
I couldn’t fall asleep. The uncomfortable feeling of a cheap backseat bed enshrouded in darkness didn’t make the chance of slumber easier, it felt too ominous. And of course, my mind began to wonder. I thought of worst case scenarios, like how the police would shine their lights on me through the window, or a drunk driver hitting my car, and….
…in the distance, about 100 yards away, I could hear footsteps approaching. The gravel scuffed with each step forward, growing in proximity, but periodically taking stops.
I wondered why until it made sense in my mind: whoever it was was probably looking through cars carefully, with the intent to steal one. I couldn’t recall how many cars were on the block, but I counted three full stops until he was at my window, breathing.
There was no more than one foot between us. The car encapsulated me as I lay hidden beneath backseat clutter, forming myself into an object, trying my hardest to be unnoticeable, unmoving and simply not there.
“I seeeeeeeeee youuuuuuuu”
Said a 40+ year old man in perverse baby talk.
Imagine when you were playing hide and seek, and one of your friends tricks you in coming out. He said it in that tone of voice, as if baiting me, like he was questioning whether the clutter in backseat was just clutter…. or a person.
I didn’t want to move or check the window. I remained clutter. Give me an academy award.
My body reacted by minimizing my breathing so much that I felt paralyzed. I dare not look. My eyes fixated on the back of the passenger seat. I didn’t blink, I didn’t move, I didn’t breathe; my heart was pounding so hard it shook my body with each throb.
He circled around the car, my ears didn’t fail me. I heard the steps. I felt like I was part of the car, I could feel him touching the trunk as he carefully pressed down on it, as if to test the alarm, as if to test me.
I was in the middle of fight or flight. I couldn’t do either without elevating danger. I was frozen and hoping to God he was bluffing.
He circled the car again. The door handle to my right jiggled. He was pulling it multiple times.
“I seeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee youuuuuuuu”
Same tone, but more agitated and stressed, more convinced that he was trying to make that clutter move, revealing itself to be of his expectations that it was me.
My muscles tensed like a cow before slaughter.
Tap tap tap
That had to be metal against glass. Take a penny right now and tap your window.
A crow bar? A knife? A rock? A gun? My eyes fixated on the seat in front of me, never averting my gaze – like he was. I was covered enough to where I couldn’t see beyond the seat in front of me. I know I couldn’t see him, but I could feel his eyes resting on top of me.
“My name is poker face. What’s your name?”
The voice changed, in a lower demented and serious tone. My mind forced a visual, it wasn’t anything human.
I already accepted my death. I was ready to be shot in the head, ready to take a life changing bullet, multiple knife wounds. Just make this sleep bearable, not excruciating, as you drain me of life.
I wouldn’t know how to react, my thoughts grew dimmer. I imagined my friend waking up the next morning after a calm night of safe and sound sleep only to discover my mutilated, defiled and bloodied body hanging outside my car door.
It was then I heard nothing but my own heart. What was this person doing now? Just staring at me in the middle of the night? Talking to me, or a messy pile in the back seat?
Time froze. The footsteps were being swallowed in the distance. Thank God he left. I waited another hour until the sun showed hints of itself.
I jumped in my front seat and bolted out of there, wide eyed and sober.
15. Man in the house
When i was 17, during summer, i was waiting for a friend to come to my house while my family was out of the country. We planned on playing videogames all night long. I live in a small city of 7K people in France near Paris and the houses are far away from each other. I also live in front of a small park that gets very dark and scary at night. Just to let you know that there is no one around if you are in trouble.
Around 11PM, my friend called me on my phone and told me “can you open your door now because someone is following me”. We don’t usually have any problem of violence in our neighborhood but some young kids sometimes try to steal your shit when you’re alone in the street. So i ran downstairs to open the door, and i look at outside to see my friend getting in my driveway and closing the gate behind him. I open the door, he goes in and tells me that someone was following him and telling him “you’re dead, i’m going to kill you son of a bitch”. I watched outside again for 10, 20, 30 seconds but nothing happened. Suddenly, when the motion light turned off, i saw that huge guy, the fat and tall kind of guy running in my driveway and closing the gate behind him too, like if he knew what he was doing. I looked at the house door just waiting for the guy to try to open it. 2 seconds later, the guy just hit the door with his body as hard as he could and started to yell “you’re dead fucker, i’m going to kill you”.
He kept on slamming against the door again and again. We ran upstairs and locked 2 doors behind us before locking ourselves in my room where i called the cops. I tell the policeman what was happening. The cop could even hear the guy destroying my door on the phone so i told them to hurry the fuck up. My friend and I were totally scared because we didnt know the guy at all, still we managed to find metal sticks to defend ourselves. The thing is, if the guy was able to destroy my front door, the other doors in my house would take 1 blow each. For 5 minutes, the stranger kept on hitting my door and then total silence. I cannot see the front door from my room and i was even too scared to look outside. The only thing i could see were the motion lights turning off and on all around the house for another 10 minutes. After that, everything was silent and dark but i was sure the guy was still there cause there is only one way out of my property. I immediatly thought that he managed to get in the house by breaking a window at the back of my house.
The police took around FORTY minutes to arrive at my house, forty minutes of total terror. We were so relieve when we saw the blue lights stopping in front of my driveway. And yet the creepier thing was to come. There were 5 armed policemen with bulletproof vest and everything. I yelled from my window “i dont know where the guy is anymore, he might be in the house please do something”. 3 of them went to check the backyard while the other two were investigating the front door. 5 minutes later, the three guys actually opened my front door from the inside and told us to stay locked cause there was a broken window and the guy was maybe in. It took them another 10 minutes to find the guy, who was hiding in the bathroom upstairs in the god damn closet like in the movies. They arrested him after a brief fight. The guy was actually drunk as hell and had no idea where he was or what he was doing here, and told them he was just hiding there because he was scared.
I didn’t sleep for a week.
16. Ice cream man pedophile
Let me just preface this with the fact that this was the ONE TIME my parents let me stay home unsupervised for an entire day without a much older baby sitter. And so begins my story…..
It all started one hot, boring afternoon in the suburbs. I was spending the day with some of the neighborhood kids while our parents were at work. Although I was only 10 years old, my parents let me spend the day with the two girls that lived across the street because the oldest of the two sisters was 13. The other, my best friend Sarah at the time, was 9 years old. We were laying out on the trampoline, playing the “What do you wanna do?”….”I dunno…what do YOU wanna do?” game. Then we heard that exciting little jingle in the distance: The ice cream man! We all started scrambling out the door after the older sister (Tammy) who had the money.
We rushed down the street to the waiting ice cream man, joining the group of boys who were outside playing lacrosse at the time. As soon as we walked up and saw the driver, i got an eerie feeling. Something just seemed off about him. At first I thought I was just being paranoid considering he had a massively wretched scar down the side of his face, but he didn’t stop smiling. It was a sinister type smile, coupled with an unrelenting gaze fixed right on us. We quickly bought our ice cream and bubble gum and left.
As we were walking back towards our cul-de-sac, bossy Tammy ordered us to stop and sit on our neighbor’s driveway and eat our ice cream. She said “Look, I’ve heard stories on the news of these guys stealing kids, so lets just sit here on Ms. Day’s driveway until he drives away.” Up until this point Tammy had a history of telling us bogus stories to try and scare us, so Sarah stared whining. On any other day I would have agreed with her, but I couldn’t shake the nagging feeling that something was off. The ice cream truck then continued towards us, driving incredibly slow around our cul-de-sac. He was still smiling, and his eyes were still trained on the three of us. When he passed us, he even winked.
As soon as he disappeared around the corner, we made a mad dash for Tammy and Sarah’s house. We locked the doors, and then fled to her parent’s bedroom. A few minutes go by, and we had all calmed down a bit, and had settled onto her parents bed to watch some terrible daytime TV like Jerry Springer or something. At that point, out of her parents window (that faces in towards the cul-de-sac on the second floor) we saw the ice cream truck stopped outside of Ms.Day’s house. We didn’t know how long he had been there, considering he didn’t have the jingle playing. He wasn’t parked there very long, and eventually slowly drove away.
By this time, we are all hyperventilating. But before we could take a minute to recover, he drove by a third time. This time, however, we saw him get out of the truck in front of Ms. Day’s house and walked up towards the front door, examining the outside of the house. He had a pad of paper out, and began to jot some things down. We all started panicking at this point, as Tammy yelled out “HE’S WRITING DOWN THE ADDRESS!?”
He returned to the ice cream wagon, and as he started the turn the truck around he looked up and saw us in the window. We hit the floor like we were under fire, and watched him out of a side window. He stopped the truck right in front of Tammy and Sarah’s house, and jotted more down on his pad of paper.
As soon as he drove away that time, we saw our neighbor arrive home from work. In a complete frenzy, we ran over to her (knowing she worked at the police station) and told her what had happened.
Ultimately, they found the guy, along with a notepad of descriptions of each one of us, the addresses of Ms. Day’s house and Tammy and Sarah’s house, as well as plans for when he was going to “come back for us”. The guy was a registered child sex offender, with a warrant out for his arrest. I’m not sure how he got in that position to be selling ice cream to children in the first place, but he was. So now every time I hear the Ice Cream Wagon jingle, I feel nauseous and unnerved.
17. Man with a knife
The person that will forever haunt my slumbering moments I met when I was just out of high school. I didn’t have a car and the concept of ‘public transportation’ is about as foreign here as the concept of letting strangers off the street into your house and offering them food is most other places in the country. So I walked anywhere and every where that was within 15 miles. I was working at a fast food restaurant that was about a 45 minute walk from my house, and was usually working a 5pm-1am shift. I personally loved that shift, it was usually quiet when I got out of work, and I could just walk and think and listen to the sounds of the night. That all changed after I met this person. I was walking home like normal, uniform shirt thrown over my shoulder, enjoying the feel of the breeze. I saw someone cross the street about 300 yds (~100m) in front of me, but all I could see was the silhouette against the front porch light of a house down the road, we have a grand total of about 6 street lights on the back roads in the county, so its usually very dark and very hard to see at distances.
Something about him just seemed off, I thought I saw him holding a knife, but then I thought, its dark and my mind is just trying to scare me so I cautiously took a step forward, reaching into my pocket and gripping my pocket knife. As I get closer to him I can sort of see his slightly darker shape against the black pine trees behind him. I know I can see a knife at this point, and my mind clicks, that he isn’t walking like a normal person. It’s almost like he’s walking crouched down. I’m not sure what to do, he’s between me and home. The back roads don’t connect to each other and I know the homeless people live in the woods around here, some of them are ok, others… aren’t all there. It was a grab bag of which you got and I don’t like the odds.
My brain is screaming at me to do something, but I’m not sure what I should do, so I stand and watch as he gets closer. He gets to within probably 100 ft(~30m) of me before I hear him saying something, I can’t make it out but I can hear him making some noise. I can also see he is swinging something around in his other hand, but again, it’s dark, its hard to see. I back off the road a little and put the drainage ditch between us, but never take my eyes off the guy.
He gets closer and I see that he does indeed have a rather large knife, and the object he is swinging around in the other hand is a dead cat. The warning lights are going off all over the place in my head, but I still don’t know what to do, I’m just hoping that a car will drive by, I’d even have taken a sheriff’s deputy at that point. He gets across the street from me and stops. I can hear him really well now, it almost sounded like he was chanting, or reciting a verse over and over again. He turned his full body to face me and just roared at me at the top of his lungs. I booked it towards home.
Looking over my shoulder every turn, and he was always there behind me. I ran faster than I think I ever have before, and he was with me pace for pace, swinging his knife and dead cat at me every step of the way. I’m not about to lead him to my house though, my mom and sister are home alone, my dad being out of town for work. I run as fast as I can passing the road I live on, and as long as I can but I can feel the burn and the pain, and the wobble that forecasts my knee giving out. I turn look over my shoulder and he’s still there, a little further away, but still there. I try to make it to a friend’s house that I know is home and most likely still awake, but about fifty feet from his fence I feel the pop, the grind, and the intense pain as my knee goes. I fall forward, grabbing my knees and trying to curl into a ball the pain is so intense. I hit the ground with my shoulder and roll, I remember why I was running and look behind me. He was no where to be seen.
I started crawling towards his fence, getting back on my feet and running as fast as I could hobble, and jumped over the fence before collapsing on the other side again as I landed on my leg. Shouting and crawling across his yard I start beating on the door and side of the house until my friend comes to the door and bolt inside and slam it behind me just as his very irritated father comes down the stairs. They both stop short when they notice how freaked out I am, his father always commented on how stoic I am. I explain what happened to them, and they both look at me like I’m speaking in tongues. I go through it all twice for them before my friend agrees to drive me home. I was watching the entire way, I never saw him. I figured he had ran into the woods or something. We got home and he waited till I was inside and locked the door before he left.
I changed clothes, got in the shower and stayed there until the water went cold trying to wrap my head around everything. I eventually calmed down and finally laid down to go to sleep around 5 am. Something knocked on my window, at first I thought it was just my imagination. Then it happened again so I went to look out. He was in my window smiling. I shouted and woke everyone else up and called the cops, but they didn’t show up for at least half an hour by which time he was long gone. I couldn’t sleep for a month, I stopped walking home from work, and I started carrying more than just a pocket knife if I had to walk alone outside after dark.
I still have trouble sleeping at night. I haven’t ever seen him again. But I swear sometimes I can feel him watching when I’m outside at night.
18. The ONE day my parents left me alone
Years ago when I was in second grade (22 now) my parents one monday morning finally felt confidant in allowing me to come home from school by myself and stay home without a baby sitter until they came home. That morning my father gave me the house key, showed me the emergency numbers in the yellow book and gave me instructions on what to do if stupid things happened like the house catching on fire…
After school that day I came home, put the key in the door and walked into my open house. I felt free and I felt privligedged that I was finally a “big boy” and that I could now be home on my own. Needless to say I kinda got caught up in the moment and ate tons of ice cream while watching Terminator on VHS since my parents would NEVER let me watch anything over PG13.
Around 5:00 that day I heard the doorbell ring. My dad told me never to answer the door by myself even if they were home. I walked to our family room where I could get a good view of who was there, maybe my dad was getting a package or something (he did always enjoy ordering things online). I saw a middle age man standing there in a dark black jacket that ive never seen before. He rang the doorbell again and I expected him to leave after no one answered.
After a third ring I saw him walk down the steps and assumed he was leaving. I went back to watching terminator when I noticed something outside my kitchen window. The man was walking in our backyard for some odd reason. I felt scared for my life since some stranger was on my property. I ran under the kitchen table and grabbed the cordless phone from the counter and proceeded to call my dad’s work number.
My dad answered and I exclaimed how some strange man was in the backyard and was now proceeding to try and open our sliding door. My dad told me to stay where I was and call the neighbors, he would call 911. I told my dad I loved him and he said he would call me immediately after he called 911.
Before I could call my neighbors the man was able to somehow open our family room window. I feared for my life and ran to the bathroom and locked the door and called our neighbors. After about 30 seconds I heard my neighbor running through our house shouting my name to see if I was ok. She said how she saw no one in the house and we stayed in the bathroom until the police arrived.
The police conducted their investigation and told us they found some fingerprints that matched a recently released convict who was previously put in jail for breaking into homes.
After that day my parents did not leave me without a babysitter until I went to high school…every week I wonder what happened; did he run when he saw someone was in the house, did my neighbor scare him away if he heard her yelling?
19. Night visitor
About 8 months ago I finally moved out of my mom’s house and got my own place. For the first few months, It was fine, in fact It was great!
3 months after I moved in I started getting phone calls and even flowers from an unknown person. I didn’t really think anything of it at first. Gradually I started to notice things going missing from my kitchen and living room, I would sometimes unplug the TV before going to bed and it would be on in the morning.
I started going to bed earlier out of fear and I didn’t go downstairs until the morning, my bedroom started to feel like a prison. My brother mentioned the ‘sky box incident’ in his post which was the breaking point for me. I had an AV transmitter (something like that anyway) installed so i could watch cable in my bedroom, One night I turned it on to see someone flicking through channels and I freaked the fuck out. This incident made me go to my brother a few days later at a party.
When I told him he looked at me like I was crazy and said I was being paranoid. Eventually he started to take me seriously and offered to stay at my house for a few nights on the condition our younger brother could tag along, reluctantly I said yes (He’s 17). In the 4 days they stayed not one phone call and no one came into the house. I found this to be even more worrying, either the guy had given up or had been watching my house. Creepy shit either way.
A couple days later he turned up again and this time I was frantic as I could hear him walking around the house and watching TV. I started to worry he was going to come up stairs so I called my brother and told him to get the hell over here. I stood by the window of my bedroom watching out for his car. My younger brother (Who should not have been involved in this at all) pulled up first and stayed in his car until my other brother arrived. When he did they jumped over the fence that leads to an alley to the right of the house, all whilst staying on the line with me.
When they got to the kitchen window, he went quiet for a second and said something like “Alright, He’s in your living room, don’t move and stay in your room.”. To actually hear my brother saying he could see him terrified me, a part of me wanted to believe that I was crazy.
So, my brother explained that he needed to hang up to call the cops. I literally begged him not to hang up, I could tell he was freaked out as well though so I told him it was okay. The one thing my brother left out of the story was that he called me back on my mobile (Cell phone) which wasn’t on silent and I’m certain it could have been heard downstairs. I hung it up as fast as I could and put my ear to the door. Around a minute later I heard the patio door (which sticks) opening, thinking it was safe I opened my door, when I did, I saw a man in a black trench coat with a baseball cap on walking up the stairs. I shut the door and pushed my wardrobe in front of it as quietly as I could.
Then I heard my brothers running up the steps. There was a struggle and I heard the man shout out “I’m sorry, Please!”. I moved the wardrobe and saw my younger brother picking up a knife on the stairs.
That’s about all I can tell you. I will say that the guy AKA my ex stepfather is not a bad person, he has suffered from mental problems all his life. His daughters haven’t spoken to him in over a decade, after finding out it was him I felt terrible. I probably would have went down stairs to speak to him if i had known it was him.
20. Lock your doors
This happened to me last night. I live in a sketchy neighborhood in an old house with two other roommates. One of my roommates was at work that night and the other was with her boyfriend so I was home alone. Normally I stay up til about 2 or 3 AM, but because I hadn’t slept well the night before I crashed at 12 AM.
Since our house is old it has a few defects. One of them is the front door which jams when it’s locked and it takes forever to unjam it when being unlocked. To avoid this we don’t lock the door. This is clearly a stupid practice but my roommate who has lived in this house for five years claims to have never had a problem with anyone breaking in. The other defect is that my house lacks air conditioning so to avoid death by heat stroke I sleep in my underwear.
At about 2 AM I woke up and noticed a silhouette standing about two feet away from my bed. It appeared to be a man, about six feet tall wearing a hoodie and he was holding a cellphone towards me with the flashlight on. My sleep fogged brain tried to rationalize what was going on. At first I thought maybe my roommate and her boyfriend had come home and needed something from me so I just said “Hello?” then I remembered that my roommate’s boyfriend was shorter and more slender.
It finally dawned on me that this person obviously wasn’t supposed to be in my house and I starting asking, “Who are you?” The man remained where he was, still watching me and taking pictures or recording me or whatever the hell he was doing with his phone. I asked him again and starting getting up. The man turned around and briskly walked out of my room and I heard the front door close behind him as I tried to follow him.
By now I was fully awake and freaking out. I frantically called my best friend and told him what happened and he had the friend he was with call the cops while I was on the phone with him. The cops came and took some fingerprints but couldn’t really go looking for the the guy since I didn’t have a very good description of him They told me to call them if anything else happened and then left.
21. Men on my lawn
This happened about 1 year ago. To be clear, I live with my mother, 2 brothers, and father. My Dad is a truck driver, so he is gone constantly. My other brother was visiting his girl friend in Peru when this all happened. It was just the 3 of us.
Anyway, one particular night around 12, I was heading to bed. I decided to get a glass of water, so I headed back downstairs. While drinking the water, I decided to look out the tiny window my door has and I noticed a shadow in my front yard.
At first, I thought I was seeing things, but I decided to keep looking. There definitely was a man out there. I wasn’t sure what to do. Mainly because he was just out there. He wasn’t doing anything like trying to break in. I stood there watching him for a good 20 minutes. In those 20 minutes, he didn’t move a muscle.
Then I noticed another man, come out of fucking nowhere. From what I could see, it seemed like they were talking. Anyway, a minute or 2 goes by and both men are gone.
They moved to the side of my house, and jumped my fence to get into my back yard. I freaked out, and woke up my mom and brother. I should have woken them up to begin with, but I didn’t want to make a mountain out of a mole hill. We called the cops, but at this point in time, there were a couple of car accidents, so it would take them 20-30 minutes to get to my house.
We locked ourselves in my mom’s room and waited; hoping they wouldn’t come in. While waiting we heard our garage door open. We started to hear things being thrown around in the garage. They were in there for a good 15 mins. The cops finally showed up at this point and arrested both the men.
Turns out, they were both really strung out on drugs. I learned my lesson though; call the cops immediately if you see something suspicious. You never know what might happen.
22. I hope he doesn’t come back…
2AM last night I was in the car with my girlfriend heading back to my place to drop her off to her car. I notice a car parked on the side of the road by the stop sign of our street. It didn’t look like anyone was in it so I just ignored it. We continue down into the end of our road and pull into my driveway. I walk her to her car and kiss her goodbye.
Minutes later she calls me panicking, “Someone is following me! He’s trying to hit the back of my car! Help!” I swing the door open to my room and hurdle down stairs to my car in the garage. I floor it and find out where she was. Sure enough it was the car that was parked by the stop sign. The guy was right behind her car weaving trying to get beside her and almost hitting her car. I quickly jot down his license plate and speed up behind him. I pull beside him and act like I’m going to ram him off the road. He pulls his car over slowly and I slow down to get a good look at him. He was smiling with his eyes at me in a ski mask.
I start calling the cops while I’m following my girlfriend who is now calming down on the phone. I look in the rear view mirror and see him turn around slowly and go into the opposite direction. The cops show up and I tell them everything, but there’s not much they can do at that point.
He knows where I live… I hope he doesn’t come back…
23. Home invasion
My boyfriend and our good friend were living in an apartment in our city. To initially get into the large complex there are security gates that need an access key then another security door to get to the stairwell of ours and our neighbors apartments then the unit doors themselves.
There had been a few occasions where I had come home and realized the door to the stairwell was just sitting on the frame without actually closing and I would make an effort to close properly as I came and went.
On this night my boyfriend, flatmate and another friend were having drinks at ours on a weeknight and it was about eleven when our friend who lives up the road left. Like normal we went to bed.
It must have been like two in the morning and I woke up suddenly because I thought I could hear someone treading on the carpet. I remember I audibly gasped because I was confronted by the silhouette of a guy standing in our bedroom. I couldn’t make him out because my eyes were adjusting to the light but I immediately thought it was our flatmate and we must have his car keys. It’s funny how the brain tries to make sense of a strange situation. To me the silhouette looked remarkably like our flatmate who is quite a small guy of similar height and build.
I stared at him and he slowly backed out of the room. Then I saw him peer around the door again. I couldn’t make out his face and I said “Yeah Josh what do you want.” It was the lack of response that scared me the most. My flatmate would have at least explained. He left the door way and my heart started pounding so I elbowed my partner who woke and said “I think there is someone in the house”. I’m surprised at how quickly he got up still half asleep. I watched him leave the room for the lounge and then really loudly he said “What the fuck. Who the fuck are you? Get the fuck out of my house!”
Turns out this guy was hiding around the wall waiting. I don’t think he was expecting to be confronted by my large partner. This guy then bolted for the door which he left on its hinges while saying sorry. I started screaming how close this stranger had been and how vulnerable we were.
24. “Don’t tell mom”
We had just moved to a suburb, our first house in a decent but isolated part of town. She was 12 I was 7.
Mom let us take our white German Shepard for a walk. I remember the sun was setting over the desert landscape, but we weren’t worried. It was nice to be able to walk unsupervised down the street. We lavished in our freedom and took our time, letting Kodak sniff and and investigate everything. We had just let him off the lead and were watching him chase a rabbit.
I guess that’s why we didn’t hear the car pull up nor the huge man that that was sneaking up behind us.
Kodak was a ways off and suddenly he turned back and looked at us, and like a streak of white lightening he raced back towards us. He flew, I’m for sure his feet touched the earth. He blasted past our waiting arms and landed on the man behind us.
We turned, and Kodak was latched on the mans arm. Kodak was a big dog, with big teeth and was absolutely shredding this guys arm. The man eventually got him off of him and Kodak took a stance between us and the man.
We apologized to the creep not realizing what danger we were in, the man offered a shaky smile and told us we were good kids and stumbled off to his car. I remember there being a length of rope on the ground, which now I assume he had been holding.
We looked at Kodak, he was growling and continued to growl until we made it home and he escorted us on the house. My sister told me “don’t tell mom or they’ll kill Kodak for biting someone”
It was so naive, we thought we were protecting our pet but in actuality he saved one or both of us from a terrible fate. Much later I learned my hometown is an area heavy in sexual predators and violent criminals, many of the surrounding communities had passed legislation that wouldn’t allow them to live in their towns so the lived in ours. No wonder our house was so cheap!
Knowing now what was likely that man’s the intentions I’m glad Kodak was there. Kodak died five years later, we buried him in the backyard and planted a tree over him.
25. “I’m not going to hurt you”
About four years ago my college roommate was working in a local cafe. She had been a barista for years and was working the closing shift at this point. It was around closing time, probably almost 7pm when a tall, harmless looking guy walks in and comes up to the counter while she’s performing her closing duties. He starts talking to her but doesn’t order anything, so she asks if he would like her to make him something, as she is closing the place down. He then begins to move around the counter to the opening of the counter to get closer to her. At this point she is completely freaked and running through her mind everything she could possibly use as a weapon. He’s saying things like “don’t worry” and “I’m not gonna hurt you.” He then gets too close for comfort, pretty much backing her into a corner, so she flung open the mini fridge to get a barrier between them and hit him in the legs. He reached his hand out and said ” I just want to touch your hair.” She is in tears and asking him to back away and leave. He has a lock of her hair in his fingers when the cafe’s door opens and a chubby man with a Subway sandwich in one hand and a newspaper in the other walks in and asks; “are you open?” Giving my friend a chance to escape the grabby hands of the creeper, who then booked it out of the cafe. The sandwich man was completely oblivious to the event he had just thwarted and why my friend was broken down in tears at his arrival. The next day the manager reviewed the camera footage and printed a photo of the creeper. She never closed alone again and her co-workers said that the guy had come by a few more times after that. He even asked after her once.
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1. Never, ever, ever, ever over analyze someone’s message to you.
And then he was gone. He couldn’t handle the secret I had forced him to keep anymore.
2. Your middle school French teacher.