“A scream coming from my phone. Not a mild scream but a blood-curdling scream. Like someone was being murdered on the other end of the line.”
She told me what they were wearing and how deep they’d have to dig, too.
It’s always the true stories that are the scariest.
“He said the neck is very rubbery when you try to cut it…”
I refused to go down and open the door. The phone started ringing and the knocking stopped.
“My ex boyfriend abducted me from my parents’ home when I was 19. Threw me in the trunk of his car and drove off.”
“Driving back from my dad’s late one night. I was only about ten minutes into an hours drive and I felt something touch my head. Not like a tickle but a proper touch like the way you ruffle kids hair.”
“When I was maybe 10-11 I was home sick from school, and was on the couch watching tv when the doorbell rang. It was the mailman, who told me that we had gotten a package, but it was so big that he needed help carrying it. I wasn’t that old, but I knew right away something was wrong.”
What I learned from his and my experiences is just as when you’ve become comfortable, when you least expect it, when you have your guard down – the other side will sneak up on you to remind you life is not all what it seems.
I’ve never shared this experience to the public before. The only ones I’ve relayed it to are a couple of close friends, not because I think no one would believe me but because when I dig up this deeply repressed memory it still scares me shitless.