8. “I Never Asked For Much”
When I was 13 I used to sneak out of my house and walk around the forrest near home as a means of rebelling against my parents who thought our neighborhood was really dangerous (which it wasn’t). I got to the edge of the forest at probably 1230-1pm and I immediately noticed a really tall lanky man walking around the perimeter but I know it would’ve been impossible for him to see me from where I was.
Anyway, I watched him walk off till I couldn’t see him anymore and made for the forest path which is lit up by really dim orange overhead lights. Started walking and singing “bubble gum bubble gum in a dish” when I saw the same dude from before like 30 feet away standing under the light. Total movie shit, couldn’t see his face really or anything. We both just stood there for a second and he said in a super calm voice, “I never asked for much.” I turned around and started to run and looked back and he was stepping into the trees. True story, cliches and all.
9. We Both Got A Bad Feeling At Once
My friend and I were walking home together from a party and I was extremely under the influence while she was my sober mama. The main street we normally used was blocked due to an accident so we walked down a random dark residential street. Two guys walking in the opposite direction walked right past us. A few steps later I get the most intense gut feeling and my friend and I at the same time turn to look at each other and then behind us. We see those two guys sprinting now in our direction. Never have I bolted that fast while being drunk in my entire life. We get to the end of the street and there were lights and a cop car. We looked and the guys had slowed and stopped. We also immediately ran into two old friends from high school. Guardian angels man, thank god.
10. I Still Remember Him Slowly Swimming Toward Me
When I was 11, I was at the beach. I realized a sketchy guy was sort of following me around. Everywhere I went, he was about 20 feet away just kind of glaring at me. He was probably in his mid 30s, your average, bearded creeper from the early ’90s. I realized something was wrong when I got separated from the friend I was with and jumped into a little tide pool that had a “rip” effect going. The guy jumped in on the other end and I was getting dragged toward him. I can still remember the dude’s slow, deliberate frog stroke as he got closer and closer. I had a huge surge of adrenaline and managed to claw my way out of the water. I took off running, screaming for my friend. It was a pretty busy day at the beach, and I imagine a grown man sprinting after a kid would have raised eyebrows. I stuck like glue to my parents until we left. That guy probably would have made furniture out of my skin.
