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When my friend and I met the woman we now refer to as the Banshee, it was about 10 o' clock at night. We were walking back from a milk tea place and we were maybe at mile five of a six mile total round trip almost home. We were walking on a long stretch of sidewalk next to a wide road that is busy during the day but almost empty at night. A little Background My hiking buddy and I sometimes go for long walks through town at night when we can't get out to trails. During the day it's dark, but our routes go through a fairly safe blend of residential and shopping areas. Usually we head to some sort of late night restaurant or food truck. We walk, stop for food or drink and then head back. We wear glowing vests that are battery powered and reflective stuff to make sure traffic sees us because we have had some too close encounters with distracted drivers. We have also had a few encounters with strange people. She didn't start making strange noises at first. It was a long stretch of straight sidewalk and we had seen her coming for a long time before she started. No one else was out walking along the road at this hour. There were plenty of street lights. She would appear under the lights, then disappear in some shadow of bushes and trees and reappear again under the lights. We were glowing in our vests in addition to the street lights, so she had to have seen us coming. I figured she worked at one of the shops or restaurants nearby and was getting done with closing up. I figured she was just trying to get home just like we were, until she started making these random noises. The first sounded like an odd hacking noise, like she was attempting to clear her throat as noisily as possible, but this was just a warm up. The sound changed to something like a cross between a crow cawing and a small dog's bark, rendering it now as hard but the closest thing might be. So we kept walking towards her, watching and listening, thinking perhaps she has a disability or some other issue. She looked decently dressed and she walked steadily and deliberately, not like someone on something. If not for her noises, she seemed completely normal. Then she made these loud but low pitched groaning sounds. Something like it had us briefly making zombie movie references. Joking a bit, but we speculated if she was maybe talking to someone on earbuds or making an attempt at singing something. But it got weirder as she added some higher pitched screechy sounds, something like an angry cockatoo might make. At this point she's less than two blocks away and she's rotating through these bizarre sounds with short pauses of silence between. She looked like someone's cute little grandma. She didn't look like anything you would expect to see making those sounds. She's wearing an old fashioned thick skirt, a cardigan and clunky looking shoes, carrying a single cloth shopping bag. Her hair is short, curly old lady perm. She looks adorable. She sounds insane. She's getting closer. Her bizarre noises are getting more unsettling and I realize I can't see what she's clutching in her other hand, the one that doesn't have a shopping bag. She looks harmless, but the sounds are too weird. My buddy looked at me and asked time to cross, echoing my own thoughts. We didn't want a confrontation with this woman. I nodded, but just before we step out into the road, the ladies seemed to have the same idea. She suddenly veered off the sidewalk and went into the road, making a steady diagonal line towards the other side. There was no traffic on the road at this point so I wasn't worried. I relaxed a bit, continuing on. I figured she was avoiding us just like we were about to avoid her, but just as we started to pass her, she suddenly screamed and rushed at us from the middle of the road. Her mouth was wide open as she charged at us, just shrieking. We stepped quickly apart and her abrupt rush took her right between us. Just shriek wailing. That horrible sound. It sounded like it would hurt her throat. Banshee. Like is the only word I have for it. We were several feet apart, both braced for her to come back and do something, but instead she veered again and went down the sidewalk the way she had originally been going. As she walked away, she kept looking back at us and keeping up short bursts of the shrieking banshee noise, stopping to take breaths. As she got further away from us, she started caw barking at us again. We stood there for a while, just silently watching until she was a good long ways off down the sidewalk with her very strange crow barks fading into the distance. I still have no idea what was wrong with her. Did our lights somehow trigger an episode? I hope she's okay. She seemed to know where she was going this event takes place in Cedar Rapids, Iowa during the mid-1980s. What I can say about this is that it was the most frightening experience I have ever had and I am very thankful that I never found out what the true motives of these men were. I cannot definitively remember the exact year, but it was early summer of either 1986 or 1987. I was around 11 or 12 at the time and can still recall the fear of this incident quite vividly. I should first start by saying that growing up I was unusually strong and big for my age. Therefore my parents were never that worried about me being out on my own even at an age as young as 11 or 12. Since this particular story involves bicycles, I should start by saying that I started racing BMX when I was seven years old, as did my friend who was with me during this incident and continued up until around the age that this story takes place. This fact is important because I believe those BMX skills are part of what enabled my friend and I to escape unharmed during the incident. When I look back on this incident I can remember myself feeling uneasy at the time and for no real reason. I can recall that it was a night in early summer. I get the feeling that it was very close to school ending as this was one of the reasons my friend and I used to convince my mom that summer was pretty much beginning. On that night my best friend Luke and I were planning on riding our bikes to his grandparents house and spending the night. I should note that his grandparents house was a beautiful four story house that was a near mansion built on the edge of the downtown area. The interesting part is that by this time in the mid-1980s the house was in what was considered to be one of the worst areas of town. It sat all alone surrounded by medical offices at the very edge of both the downtown area and the beginning of what was considered the dangerous area of the city. Very sad how quickly neighborhoods can change for the worse, but this is vital to the story as it relates to the reason my mom was hesitant for us to ride our bikes down and through that neighborhood so close to nightfall. I think she was also concerned that our bikes may tempt someone to try and steal them. It's worth noting that I had a blue and white Club Fuji road bike and my friend had a sweet super sport Schwinn. I can't remember exactly how much they were valued at in 1986 or 87, but they were nice bikes and probably cost over $450 a piece at the time. Kind of spoiled now that I think about it, but we were middle class kids and did not understand how much that set our parents back at the time. It was starting to get late by the time we convinced my mom to let us head out. I remember thinking we didn't have much light left and even some of the street lights were threatening to turn on. I would estimate that it was around 7:30pm When Luke and I took off on our ride to his grandparents house which was where he was living at the time with his mom. We grew up across the street from each other and have known each other since we were two years old. We are like brothers. I should also say that the neighborhood where we grew up and the one we had to pass through to get to our destination was at the time considered part of the bad neighborhood in town. We felt perfectly fine going through it because it was out stomping ground and we knew everyone around there and the streets like the back of our hands. The ride should only take us about 20 minutes at a regular riding pace, but knowing how my friend liked to take detours and make stops to get pop or candy, I figured it would take us longer. Now at this point of our trip we are about 10 minutes in and having fun, just riding around, taking different streets and flying through our old neighborhoods. The only thing I can remember is that it was extremely deserted on the streets. No traffic, no people out and about, which is kind of odd for this area in the evening. There was really no explanation for this, but I can remember it fueled the strange feeling I had from the beginning of this ride. I told Luke we should probably start taking a more direct path to his grandparents house. Luke said he wanted to stop and get a Gatorade at the Jiffy Mart which is where we spent a lot of our time growing up getting our candy and pop fixes. He went inside the store to get us a couple of orange Gatorades. I sat outside to watch our bikes and as I did I noticed this creepy looking van driving around the block. I didn't think much of it at first other than to think to myself how much it looked like a skeleton. Stereotypical kidnapper's van. After I saw it circle around three times, I started feeling a bit nervous. But as I stated earlier, I was extremely strong and big for my age and my friend Luke was the most street smart kid I ever met. In fact, he recently spent five months in the projects of Washington D.C. when his mom moved there with her piece of garbage boyfriend. They eventually moved back after the boyfriend showed his true colors and I couldn't have been more thrilled. He told me how tough it was in the projects. He's afraid of no one. Nothing even to this day. Sorry I'm getting a bit off point, but this is important as neither of us were concerned about being abducted. In our minds that happens to little kids. I guess we forgot that the famous Des Moines Register paperboy Johnny Gosch was 12 years old when he was abducted, roughly the same age as we were at this time. So Luke isn't worried at all and even seems to be getting a rush from it. I'm not feeling the same way and I can't shake the feeling that there's something different going on, something more sinister. We sit outside the Jiffy Mart drinking our Gatorade while keeping a lookout for the van. We don't see it come back around and decide to take off down the road and go past our childhood houses. Now, at this point, we think that the van is gone and was possibly not even interested in us in any way. I felt slightly relieved as it was getting dark at this time and I was ready to get to where we were going. Now, I know this area better than anyone and have hiding spots in my memory from growing up here. So I was already preparing different escape routes for us that a vehicle would have trouble following. I think I was doing it to ease my mind because I was still pretty spooked and couldn't figure out exactly why I was. As we got about halfway down the hilly road that leads away from the Jiffy Mart, I saw the van on a side street out of the corner of my eye. Like you might imagine, the van must have seen us because I heard a screech of tires and the van came squealing around the corner in our direction. I yelled to Luke and he followed me as I already had a path in mind. Now the BMX racing comes into play. Both Luke and I are extremely fast on bikes with excellent handling skills. Whoever was driving and navigating the van appeared to not be familiar with the area as we were able to lose them by taking routes that weren't obvious paths for vehicles. The topography of the area we were at in the beginning of the chase was on a hill and there were many alleyways that were somewhat hidden unless you knew exactly where to turn. I think this was the only reason we were able to put some distance between us and the van. The thing that really scared me was the sound of the van gunning the engine as it desperately searched for us. I remember thinking that the van's engine roared like a demon and I was having a hard time understanding why they would continue to pursue us with such unrelenting commitment. Luckily, Luke and I knew the area so well and had found our old hiding spot from when we were kids. It was in a wooded spot behind a garage that no one used to but gave us cover and many escape routes. Luke and I had eluded the van for a moment, but we could still hear it in the distance, circling around and with the same demonic engine roar that made me cringe when it got close. Our plan was to hang out there for a bit until we felt it was safe. We were still quite far from his grandparents house and since it was the days before cell phones, we had no other option but to wait. Luke still wasn't as concerned as I was, even though I could tell he was a bit unnerved by the situation. We both couldn't understand why they would be so reckless in their driving just to scare us or take our bikes away. It felt like they were hunting us for something bigger. I don't know why I thought that but I just got that feeling. So after about 20 minutes of waiting we decide that the van and its occupants must have gotten bored looking for us and we cautiously exit our hiding spot. We look around and see nothing, not even any neighbor activity. We head down the alley and make sure we check every route and headlights we see to make sure the van is nowhere in sight. I should describe the van in question before moving on. It was a rather beat up copper colored Ford or Chevy van, 1970s or 1980s I think. My fear at the time blocks the detail of it since the only time it got really close I was too busy making some crazy maneuver to get away from it. As we get to the street that our childhood homes are on, we decide to go down like we planned and we reminisce for a few minutes about past memories on this street street. We then head around the corner of this street as we are planning on connecting with the road that will lead us straight to the parking lot that connects to his grandparents home. It's just a couple of blocks away when I think I see the van cross roughly four blocks down. Luke thinks I'm seeing things and I can't be certain but it seems likely. Knowing what was to come, we keep on riding down the road and I am feeling very uncomfortable like I am being watched but there isn't anyone around. I still to this day can't believe how strangely absent people were that night. Although we did see some guys who possibly saved us. So we get to the street that will eventually take us to our destination. I'm still feeling anxious but slightly relieved because we are only six, six or seven minutes away. Just as I am thinking that I hear the sound of skidding tires. I look back to see the van backing up after screeching to a stop, reversing and coming straight for us. Luke takes off and I follow as the van is gaining on us. We cut off through a narrow alley not meant for vehicles and the Van follows our exact path which I was shocked at. I am in full panic mode and Luke is too which made me even more frightened. We did everything we could to try to elude this van. We were very close to the busiest street in town so we pedaled over towards that way. As the van finally got out of the maze that we took it on. It was at this point that I got a look at the occupants of the van and it didn't make me feel any better. There appeared to be at least three. Three men in the van, all scruffy males. From the fleeting glance I got, for some reason I still get the feeling that they weren't interested in our bikes, especially since it seemed like they were trying to run us over. Once we got to the main busy road we again hid in the COVID of people walking around the city sidewalks. I felt safer by all the traffic lights and businesses, but 9:30pm downtown at this time wasn't particularly safe for kids either. There was still an adult theater right on the main road at this time in the 1980s, but at least the perverts running around this night weren't after us. We rode over and hung out by a McDonald's that was crowded and only saw the van briefly as it passed by and headed off into the night. We decided to leave when we saw the McDonald's crew crew shutting the place down. At this point we are only a few minutes away from Luke's grandparents house. Our plan was to ride as far as we can on the busy road until we have to turn left for the last leg of our journey. We are exhausted at this point and just want to get home so we book it up the road and turn onto the street that leads to his grandparents house. As we start riding down the road we see the van three blocks down and it spots us and floors it coming after us. Luke and I are forced to take left which takes us further away from his grandparents house. But we have no choice as the van is approaching us fast. We hop a curb and speed across a parking lot with no entrance on the side. We take thinking the van won't follow and we can lose it while it has to go around the block to find find us. I hear the sliding door of the van open but we were way too fast for anyone on foot to catch us so they appeared to abandon that tactic quickly. We got over to another street which at the time was considered the most dangerous street in our city as it had a notorious bar where fights happened on what seemed like a nightly basis. It Was lucky for us that we saw a group of guys shooting craps outside the bar and we knew a couple of them because they were older brothers of our friends. Just as we started talking with them the van creeped up on the street north of us. Upon seeing all of the guys out playing dice they slowly drove away. The guys playing dice asked what was up with the van. We told them it had been aggressively pursuing us for quite some time now. They said to take off and that it likely wouldn't be back now because of their presence. We agreed and they went back inside. We really did think that that would be the end of it as the guys we were talking to were very bad dudes with dubious reputations. They liked us because we grew up in the same neighborhoods and we went to school with their little brothers. Unfortunately our night wasn't quite over. We decided to avoid the road where we last saw the van to be on the safe side and took a street that wasn't so out in the open. Had we had taken the most straight line easy route we would have been easily spotted by anyone looking for us. So we cut across another street and ended up in a parking lot that was in the back of a pharmacy and medical supply store. As Luke and I are riding across the dark parking lot going towards the front of the pharmacy, we see the van creeping along the road. It's obviously still searching for us as it slows and stops as if they were looking all over for any sign of us. In kind of an unspoken moment Luke and I both know this isn't a normal situation. These guys have been following us for over two hours now and they haven't given up. We are now close enough to see his grand grandparents house. Sitting in the dark waiting for our moment to spring. Luke and I in our 12 year old minds both agree that we must split up. One of us will be bait and the other will get to his grandparents house and call the cops or come help whichever one of us. The van pursues, then the other. Just at that moment the van abruptly turns and starts coming up the one way street street towards us. We wait for it to get close and then Luke cuts back through the parking lot and speeds out onto the street. The van swerves and goes after him. I speed as fast as I can down the street to his grandparents house as I see the van within 20ft of a frantically pedaling Luke. I get to his grandparents house in record time and I'm so worked up that I can barely speak. Once I calm down I tell Luke's grandma, grandpa and uncle what was happening. They knew that I wasn't joking around as my personality is very mild mannered and I was frantic. At that moment we all started heading out the back to the car to go look for Luke and just at that moment we see him flying towards us through the parking lot that connects to the property. I have never been so relieved in my life. I seriously thought he would be gone forever, but he was able to get away. He said one of the guys in the van tried to tackle him but missed and the van got stuck at a light. The cops were called but I am not sure they took it too seriously as we never heard anything from them again. Luke and I couldn't sleep at all that night and told his mom and stepdad about it and they were concerned because they knew this wasn't like us to embellish anything. Luke and I eventually calmed down and we were falling asleep when I swore I heard that demonic van engine roar one last time. We were on the top floor in Luke's room that led out to a huge balcony overlooking the road. I saw the van drive slowly down the street and then turn off into the night. We never saw the van or the occupants again. I am not sure if they knew that's where we fled to or if they were still just driving around looking for us. Think about this though. We first spotted them at roughly 8pm they chased us until we finally were safe at Luke's place around 10:30. I saw that van for the last last time at around 3am did they just want our bikes or were they just having fun scaring two kids out at night for years I just assumed they wanted to steal our bikes because that happened constantly in our area during that time. But what kind of grown men in a creepy van pursue two 12 year old boys for the better part of seven hours? A few months after our encounter, two friends of ours, around the same age as we were, had a very similar encounter while delivering newspapers in their early morning hours. Same van and occupants description, but in this situation, two of the men were on opposite sides of the block closing in on them while the van drove slowly around the area. That's not my story to tell, but I always wondered if it was the same group who chased after Luke and I. I still don't know exactly what was going on that night, but something tells me it wasn't good and we were extremely lucky to get out of that situation unscathed.
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It was a cold afternoon in early December. I was walking home from school at around 5pm Due to sports. I live in Colorado and during the winter temperatures can hit to a single digit or lower. Even though I had multiple layers of coats on, I still felt a cool cold shiver run throughout my back. I shivered every other minute as the path home seemed to stretch on forever. The path I am told to take by my parents runs along the outside of a dense forest area. It is extremely inconvenient that the school I was attending at the time was on the opposite side of my neighborhood. Ever since I was little, my parents always told me to never cross through the center of the woods. They never spent specified why and anytime I asked they would uncomfortably change the subject. Knowing darn well that I had a long time before I would make it home. I chose to make the biggest mistake of my life. As I walked, I blankly thought about taking a shortcut through the woods to save time and energy. But the only thing that held me back was how heavily my parents stressed me to not. My cold wet boots from the ST snow and my numb fingers caused me to think about the more efficient way to get home rather than the safer, longer way. I looked to the sky. I thought for a moment about how long it would be before the sun set. Based on my memory, I believed I had enough time to cut through and make it back home before the sun disappeared over the horizon. I then looked into the woods and took a deep breath before walking in. Nothing strange happened most of the trip and if anything it felt only peaceful having the birds chirping and the breeze brushing the pine needles. About halfway through I noticed that the sun was already starting to set and that my calculations were not too accurate. I didn't panic because I knew I was close to home by the sound of the cars ahead. I am not 100% sure why, but I began to get the urge to just run. I accused my body of being foolish and that there was no boogeyman chasing me, but as I continued, the urge did not subside. Every part of my body told me to run and that's what I did. I ran as fast as my cold limbs could and for some insane reason I believed I heard another pair of footsteps behind me. When a glimpse of light from nearby houses appeared, I ran faster. I leaped into some random person's backyard and stopped to catch my breath. As I looked behind me, I saw a pale white faced man on all fours crawling slowly back into the woods, dead black eyes staring right into my soul. My eyes swelled with tears and I walked through the lit concrete sidewalk the entire way home. When I arrived I didn't tell my parents of the encounter, but they seemed to be more worried about me than usual. Over time I began to forget about it, but whenever I looked into the woods from my window, I sometimes see the man watching, observing from a distance. I am too afraid to tell my parents, but I also don't think I can keep it a secret for much longer. Hopefully the man will get bored or find a new victim. Just please let him leave me alone. Okay, so I guess in all stories you need to start with a little background. I live about 20 minutes outside of New Orleans, Louisiana, home to all of the creeps, Anne Rice novels and paranormal lore. I grew up with it. I have grown to distinguish between tourist trap spooks and the real deal, quote unquote, so to speak. Being here has ironically made me even more the hard nosed skeptic. New Orleans is a place where when you step onto the centuries old cobblestone roads and see old buildings mixed into modern structures, you feel how different it is. The history, tragedy and the joy of the last centuries permeates the Air, it almost vibrates. If you have never visited, I can't explain this unique experience and vibe that I have never felt anywhere else. If you're into history, I highly suggest you visit sometime in your life. That being said, the paranormal never really scared me. I believe in a lot of things. I also believe that there are a lot of things that we can't explain and that we're not supposed to be able to explain. My family and I always go to New Orleans many times a year. My step grandmother, God rest her soul, who is Native American, always told me that I have a beacon aura and that I've always been a magnet for things not of this world. Great thing to tell an 8 year old, huh? I digress. At any rate, I never understood what she meant until a few years ago. It all started when my then boyfriend's family came down to visit. We always take everyone to the French Quarter to do all of the touristy things it has to offer. They have dozens of would be professional tourists tours. We decided to shell out the money to take a trolley paranormal tour. The Quarter is big after all and I was already in a foul mood. We started at St. Louis Cemetery number one, where the most notorious voodoo priestess is buried and where Nicolas Cage has reserved a monument to be buried in. Same old, same old, but they were into it. Another thing that's unique about this city city is that all of the graves are built above ground with the bodies being placed in crypts because we can't bury our dead below ground due to being below sea level. It just adds to the creep factor. We went to a few more stops before we came to the oldest Jewish cemetery, Ennola. Surprisingly, I had never been there before. It was almost 6pm and the sun was almost down. The cemetery had closed earlier so we couldn't go in the gates. It had been my birthday a few days earlier and my boyfriend's family got me a brand new digital camera. I tried to take some pictures through the iron gate at the front as I really love old headstones. I'm weird, don't judge me. The tourist lady kept on with her story about the place. She said that the cemetery had a lot of lost souls as it was made to be segregated during World War II. Sad. I wasn't paying close attention. We went around to the side of it with a six foot stone wall. After she finished, we started to head back to the trolley. I don't know why I did this, but I turned around from our group and ran back to the wall. I am a Short girl. So I got up on my tiptoes and reached my camera over the wall to get a picture of the cemetery. I couldn't see what I was taking a picture of as I just lifted my camera over the wall and pressed the button blindly. I only took one picture. Just one. I didn't look at it until we all got back on the trolley. My boyfriend asked me to see the picture I had taken of him in front of the gate. I flipped through until I got to the one over the wall. My stomach sank down to the the floor and I know I went three shades whiter even though I'm Irish and already extremely pale. My boyfriend asked me what was wrong. I didn't say anything and just showed him the picture. He looked at it and shook his head doing a double take. The picture was of the cemetery over the wall and in the middle of the picture was a huge blue and purple jagged streak. It was creepy. It wasn't the sun because it was already behind the horizon and there were no street lights. The couple in front of us asked to see it and that led to the whole trolley wanting to see. The tourist lady was shocked and asked if I would email it to them to put on their website. I tried to brush it off, but I couldn't shake the weird off me. After we finished the tour, we decided to take them to the oldest bar in Nola for a drink. It's an old pirate bar. Cool, right? Well, it's not very big and the back of the bar is pitch black with a few candles. After we finished, we were talking about where to eat. As we're about to get up, I suddenly feel a huge shove on my back. It knocked me to the floor. I jumped up quickly, mad at my boyfriend for pushing me. I was like, what the heck? I was moving. Was I not fast enough? It was dark, but I could see his face and he wasn't laughing. Babe, I didn't push you. Did you trip? Are you okay? I was so mad thinking he was just messing with me because I knew that I was pushed hard. I stomped out, fuming. I calmed down after a while and met them at the restaurant. I apologized and tried to rationalize again. We finished our night and went home. My boyfriend's family left a few days later and thought nothing more about my experience. A week later, I started having weird things happen at our house. My dad was living with my boyfriend and I at the time. Odd things happened, like finding lights on when we knew they were turned off, Our laptop being open when we know we shut them earlier. Cabinets being opened randomly. We even watched a nightlight in the kitchen go on and off a few times while we were in the bedroom. We tried to brush all this off like we tried to do back in New Orleans, but this was child's play. One night we were cooking dinner and I went to get my phone from our bedroom. I was laughing at our conversation, looking at my dad when I saw stepped into our room and when I turned my head back towards the front, I was startled when I saw a huge black figure in the corner near the window. The room was bright with our lamps and TV on, so I know what I saw. It scared me so bad that I screamed and fell backwards onto the floor. My dad and boyfriend came running over to me asking if I was okay. I was not okay. It felt freaked me out and I refused to stay by myself after. I wish this was the end of my story. I wish one morning I had to be by myself as everyone was at work. I tried to chill and cook my breakfast. It was quiet and I was getting out my pan to cook eggs. All of a sudden I hear a huge bang. I dropped my pan and looked around bewildered trying to figure out what it was. I found my air conditioner cover almost ripped off the hinges. It had a lock on it and it was bent backwards like it was pulled out with a pair of pliers. I ran out of the house and refused to go back until my dad got off. Then that night my boyfriend and I went to bed and we must have been asleep for hours. Around 3am I was woken straight up out of a dead sleep by a loud guttural deep howl in my ear. It sounded like someone was right in my ear. I sat up super fast, my heart beating hard, breathing fast. I look over to wake my boyfriend up but he was already awake. He was sporting the same terrified look on his face. We just looked at each other wide eyed. He whispered did you hear that too? I was shocked. He had the same eardrum splitting scream in his ear too. We didn't sleep the rest of the night. Then a week later I get up to go to the bathroom. Our room is pitch black during the day because we both worked nights and slept during the day. So we have dark curtains and no lights. If we get up, we can't see if the other is still in bed unless we reach and feel for the other. When I walk out of the room, I see my boyfriend and dad leaning against the wall across from the bathroom. The door to the only bathroom in our home was Closed. Shut. Both of them just stared at me, dumbfounded. I was like, what? Who's in the bathroom? They both just looked at the door and back at me.
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My dad said, we thought you were in there. We've been waiting to piss for over 30 minutes. I was like, well no. I just woke up to pee too. My boyfriend lunges towards the door to open it and I could see the light on under the door. He tried to open it but it was locked. We had to get a butter knife to turn the lock and open it. No one was in there. Even though this was so creepy. They both brushed it off saying, I probably just did it in my sleep. Really guys. I sleepwalked, which I have never done. Upset, left the lights on, locked the knob and closed the door and went back to bed. Right? Sure. Besides other little things, the last experience of this story was what made us move three days later after the bathroom incident, I was staying at home alone for a few days as they had gone on a fishing trip. I had to work so I had to stay, albeit reluctantly. I finally settled down to try and watch some TV in my bed before sleep. I don't remember going to sleep that night. I don't even remember turning off the TV. I woke up around 3am again and the TV was blaring loudly, much louder than I remember having it. When I turned it on. I shook my head, feeling drowsy trying to find my remote but I couldn't find it. I felt dizzy. I stood up and almost fell back down. I turned on my lamp that I swore I had left on when I fell asleep. I looked around and I and the loud TV was disorienting. I finally found the remote across the room. Odd. Our room was extremely long as it was a garage turned into a room. It was all the way on the opposite end from my bed. I turned down the TV and looked around for my cat. I couldn't find her. I went to go find my phone to call my boyfriend to check on him. Still thinking it was early. I couldn't find my cell phone either. I was so confused and still very disoriented. I looked around for about 10 minutes before I realized that I had to use the bathroom. I stumbled into the restroom and while I was doing my business, I jumped almost off the toilet at hearing my ringtone blare next to me. After composing myself, I look down and there's my phone sitting on a pile of magazines. Magazines. The last time I saw it it was next to me on my bed on the Charger. I picked it up confused and I look at the missed call. It was from an unknown number so I couldn't call it back. I was a bit taken aback that it was so late at night when I clicked out of the call log to message my boyfriend. I was taken to my photo gallery as it was the last screen it was on before the call. I don't remember looking through my gallery recently. At the time I had an older model cell phone because I hadn't upgraded to a smartphone yet. It was a simpler slider phone. Remember those? I finished my business and walked back to my room. I looked back down to my phone and I noticed three new video files in the gallery. They looked dark and and I couldn't really tell what it was. Now for those of you that don't remember those phones, when you take a video with it, you have to go to the camera function, press the Record Video button, press Enter Record the video and when you click the button to stop recording, it doesn't automatically stop and save the recording. It asks if you want to save or delete it and you have to physically choose the option you want. If you click Save, you are then prompted to name the file and then click Save. I have a point to why I'm telling you the function of my phone. When I clicked on the first video, I couldn't tell what it was, but I continued to watch. I started to hear mumbling and whimpering, so I put my ear back down to the phone to listen harder. It started to get louder and it sounded like me. I felt my blood go cold when I heard myself beginning to whimper and audibly cry like I was in pain, mumbling about please don't hurt my daddy and please stop. I couldn't understand most of it, but I sounded terrified. I looked at the screen and I can finally see the backlight of the TV on my face. Barely. I could make out that I look like I'm asleep. But in a really bad dream I was moving from side to side making these noises and terrified whimpers, screaming every little bit or so. The video ended and I immediately clicked the next one. It was the same thing, only this time I realized that whoever or whatever was holding my phone and recording me was right directly above my face. They would have had to stretch out their arms very far over the edge of the king size bed to achieve this angle or be standing on the bed above me. The phone kept moving into my face close up, not zooming physically moving right in front of my face. I was even more Terrified in this video, and my pain seemed louder. The third one was the exact same, only I was screaming bloody murder in this one and the TV was up very loud in the state I found it when I woke up earlier. It was like I was stuck in a nightmare. And I could see the tears rolling down my face as the video abruptly stopped. I reached up and felt my hair matted to my forehead and cheeks where I had tears and sweat dry. I couldn't understand what was happening. The reason I told you how that particular phone works was because there was no way I filmed myself in my sleep and was able to fumble my way through all of the crap to do on that phone. It's not complicated if you're awake, but even in a sleep state, I deem that impossible. The titles of the videos were 9991, 9992, and 9999. I couldn't even fathom what was happening, and all I could do is stare at my phone. I felt like someone was watching me the whole time I was going through this, enjoying it. There was no one in the house and none of my friends would break into my house, record this, put it in the bathroom, and then leave. There's just no way. I found my cat hiding in the closet, terrified out of her mind for some reason, I scooped her up, put her in her carrier and hauled to my friend's house. When I told my dad and boyfriend, they said it was probably a prank or maybe an intruder. All of the doors were closed and locked, no windows broken or open. I felt like an idiot for suggesting it was anything but explainable. They knew I wasn't going back in that house, so we found an apartment and moved out within three days. While we were unpacking, I found that camera from the New Orleans trip. I had uploaded them on my laptop, so I quickly deleted them when I freaked myself out thinking about it. But I didn't delete it from my camera. It's been three years since this happened and I still have night terrors and crazy little things. Things happen. My boyfriend is now my husband, and I'm wondering if maybe I brought something back with me that day. Enola. Did I catch something in my camera and it clung to me? I don't know. I try not to think about it too much or I freak myself out again. Like I said, I still have. Things happen. For example, I closed my laptop while I was writing this together. Go take a shower. When I came back, it was open. Thanks, Ghost. I guess they just want their story told. I constantly feel watched and hear random noises and not being able to find a source. Friends who know this story suggest I do EVP or Electronic Voice Phenomenon, but I refuse to ever do a recorder session as I am terrified to listen to to what they may have to say. Well, there it is. I would send in those videos too, but I am not prepared to let strangers hear me be in that much pain. Believe me or not, I see people talk crap on these videos saying they're fake. Usually I agree, but I'm a hypocrite. This really happened. I don't care. Just be careful what you bring home, whether it be a stray animal, a stray one night stand or a stray ghost. Pleasant dreams.
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The following story is true and took place on Thanksgiving Day in 2019. During this time time I was 22. I was staying with a friend for a couple of months after I had a physical dispute with my father. We did not get along. As I grew into adulthood, he had certain expectations for my future, but my mind was set on a different path. I was in a vulnerable state and I desperately wanted to get rid of these feelings of anger and loneliness. I normally spent Thanksgiving at home, so this year was a bit different for me. As the night approached, my friend Valerie left to attend dinner at her grandparents house. She planned to stay there for a few days. Because of this, Valerie expected me to go home until she came back, but she also wanted me to go so that I could mend my differences with my dad. However, I dreaded going back home to face Hennam. So instead I accepted an invitation from someone to go to a party. A little background information the person who invited me was an older gentleman named Jerry who I have known for a few years. When I worked as a bartender, he would order a drink and we would have casual conversation. He disguised himself as a guardian, gave me advice, and would occasionally hand me an envelope with several hundred dollars in it. He seemed really kind. He admired that I was in college and still managed to work a full time job. His energy was genuine. But don't get me wrong, there was always a thought in the back of my mind that told me he maneuvered with an ulterior motive. Prior to this party, Jerry and I have always communicated with each other only at the bar when he invited me to the party. Party. He did not explain the details and he sounded a bit frantic over the phone. Nonetheless, I showered, got dressed and headed outside to wait for him to pick me up. As Jerry pulled into the driveway, I could see him through his car window, either talking to someone or to himself, I could not tell. I get inside of the car and shoot him a quick glance. His eyes were bloodshot red. On our way to the party, Jerry and I discuss our lives and what's been going on with us. He asks me about school and I ask him about his job. I am not sure exactly what Jerry does in his personal life, but he always seems to be paranoid and on edge. Anytime I would ask him something, he would fidget with the steering wheel and shoot me awkward glances. His hands gripped the wheel tightly as he sped down the road. I believe he was on something. Jerry hands me a white envelope as we pull into the driveway of the location. After arriving, we enter a house and immediately I see at least 40 to 50 people of all ages talking and performing risque acts. I walk further into the crowd. I can feel the eyes of men and women. Women stare me down in interest. Jerry grabs my shoulder from behind and asks me if I'm comfortable. He claimed he wanted to show me a different part of his lifestyle. I assured him that I would be okay even though I felt completely awkward at that point. I was nervous. I was not expecting to be put in a situation like this, but I was going to make the best of it while I could. Red silhouette lights beam down from the ceiling as I move past the crowd and into the dining room. To relax my nerves, I get an alcoholic beverage from a pitcher in the kitchen and sit down in the dining room. After about 10 minutes, I head to the bathroom upstairs and come back down. When I'm done, I drink the rest of my beverage and go into the kitchen to get some more. All of a sudden I start to feel dizzy. My heart was beginning to beat faster than normal, my body temperature was increasing and the room around me appeared blurry. Something wasn't right. A woman with long blonde hair sitting next to me in the dining room whispered in my ear and asked me if I was okay. I told her that I thought something was wrong. I felt weird. She shook her head in disappointment and went into the living room to approach Jerry. I could not tell what she was saying to him, but I assumed she was telling him to go talk to me because she continuously kept pointing her finger in my direction. I prayed in my head that they would hurry and finish their conversation because a guy kept staring at me from the couch in the living room. He was completely nude and was smoking some sort of pipe. He winked at me and smiled as he blew out smoke, his last hit. I was completely turned off. Moments later, Jerry walks over to me and we began to talk for a few minutes. I convinced him to take me home. He kept trying to get me to stay at the party, but I told him that I felt nauseous and I was not having a good time. This was the red flag he eventually gave up and began to drive me back to my friend's place. While he was was driving, I sat in the back seat instead of the passenger seat. I felt waves of euphoria passing through my body, but I also felt this overwhelming sense of dread and nervousness. Whatever I had drank was more than just alcohol. We approach my friend's house. I notice that Jerry drives right past it. I ask him repeatedly to turn around and take me back. He doesn't say a word. I can see his red eyes staring at me through the rear view window. He looked angry. At this point I was beyond terrified. I start screaming at him to let me out of the car, but he refused to hear my plea. There was only one option for me to escape. I had to jump out of the car. I noticed that my car door did not have a child lock, so all I had to do was plan where I was going going to jump out. I waited until he reached a red light and when he did, I ran out of the car quickly leaving the door swinging open. I ran as fast as I could down the block and reminded myself in my head to not look back. The sound of his voice echoed down the street as I got farther away from him. When I got to my friend's house, I remembered that I did not have a key and I was not supposed to be there. I looked around to see if anyone was watching me. When the coast became clear, I climbed into the living room window, closed it back up and ran upstairs. Before I could even enter the bedroom, I passed out on the hallway floor. I woke up in the middle of the night crying and upset about what took place on Thanksgiving. At that moment I decided to put my differences to the the side with my father and I went back home. I learned that you cannot run away from your problems because they will eventually come back or another one will arise. To preface, I recently passed my driver's test and got my license, meaning I can now work as a part time delivery service for my parents. I honestly don't mind however, as there's something peaceful about the freedom of driving somewhere with simply yourself and a good playlist. On this particular night my dad asked me to pick up a few groceries from a halal store such as food, fish and Indian sweets. The drive was around 30 minutes and I left around 6:30 and by the time I arrived the place was getting ready to close. Thankfully, the store owner has known us for almost nine years as we frequent that location for food that you can't find at a local grocery store. As I was waiting for them to slice the fish into pieces and bag it up. I stepped out to take a call. As I finished, I watched as a woman seemingly appeared from the bus stop and began making her way towards me. She seemed panicked, as if she was on the run from someone and was wearing a tattered blue raincoat despite it being almost 90 degrees at sunset. She slowly walked up to me and asked in a labored tone, hi sir, do you have any change? I I'm trying to get away from someone, just as I assumed. Now I can understand if some people find my decision to be a bit rude and possibly an instigator for the events. I'm someone who believes in helping people, but also understands the risk of helping strangers whose intentions aren't as clear. Instead of handing her money, I recommended that she go inside and ask the owner if he could help her and that maybe he would be willing to get her help for her situation. She defeatedly looked at me and said in an almost sarcastic tone, okay, thanks for the help. I guess. Despite her slightly condescending mannerism, I was willing to believe that something was wrong and just brushed it off and hoped that the people inside could help. I watched as she almost unnaturally went from a look of dissatisfaction to a look for a plea for help. I watched as she asked the owner for change and told him a quick spiel about her situation. But this is where things took a turn for the worst. The owner said something and her face turned from sadness to pure hatred and she said something along the lines of, you people have no care for others, pointing angrily at the owner and a few surrounding cloth customers and stormed out the back. I quickly went inside and just paid the owner for the fish, not wanting to question him about what happened. As I was walking over to my car, I thought I saw a figure in blue dash across to get behind my car. I knew for a fact now that this lady was probably having issues with something else, and I began to move much more slowly, facing the direction in which I thought I had seen her duck behind the car. Nothing Thoroughly weirded out, I jumped in my car and started down the road. As I was pulling out of the parking lot, I watched as a white floored van pulled up behind me, almost tailgating. I looked in my rearview mirror. I not only saw that lady, but in the driver's seat sat a bulky man with a bald head and a beard almost resembling that of a crazy wrestler or bodybuilder. The look of anger in their eyes is what haunts me. The Most Thinking about it, I realized that I was now stuck in traffic with these crazies sitting mere inches behind me, so I knew I had to do something I didn't want to drive on the highway. I quickly made a beeline for the first exit as the light turned green and the big van style screeched behind me as I began speeding to almost 80 miles per hour, praying that I wouldn't lose control. I kept looking back only to see them just as close as they had been before. I watched as they kept trying to signal to move into the lane next to mine, but kept missing their timing, which seemed to make the guy angrier. At this point it had been almost 10 minutes that I was traveling these random interstates and had almost no clue what was happening. I knew I had to find an exit and find one quick because the last thing I wanted was for my parents to start worrying and for the roads to start getting more vacant. Also, pair this with the fact that I was going almost 100 miles per hour and it was impending recipe for disaster. Just then I saw my chance to get out. My phone alerted me to an exit that led right back onto main roads, which if I was able to make it on them, it would be easier for me to lose the psychos. I hatched my plan to trick the driver into thinking I was surrendering, but in truth I was going to make a daring escape or a really good attempt at one at least. I baited the van into thinking I was about to turn into the left lane. I saw an exit about a mile ahead and realized that if I could turn onto it at the last second, I could be free from this mess. So, bracing myself for what could be a serious accident, I near swerved my car into the Subaru next to me and barely made it onto the main road again without a scratch. My nightmare was over. I hightailed it home while constantly staring in my rearview mirror out of pure paranoia that I hadn't lost them them and that they were going to follow me home. Thankfully I made it home safe without my parents questioning me and I am now able to share this truly gut wrenching experience with everyone. It's safe to say I'll have my eyes in the back of my head next time I go to get groceries after 6 o'. Clock. This happened at the school I went to in the Philippines, which was a local Catholic one, but not that strict to describe where it happened. My classroom that time was at the end of the hallway located at the first floor. It also was across our Mini library where our kind librarian sits. Behind the door beside the library were the bathrooms for girls and boys. The girls bathroom is bigger with three cubicles inside of it. The boys bathroom was just an entire bathroom without a cubicle. It's way back in 2003. I was in third grade. It happened during the summertime, two or three o' clock in the afternoon. We had an ongoing class at that time in that classroom. When I excused my myself to go to the bathroom, I walked across the hallway and reached the girl's bathroom. Just a brief description of how the bathroom looked. When you enter, a big dirty, scratchy mirror on the wall will welcome you. Beneath it was a clogged and dirty sink. Beside the sink were the cubicles, three of them, made of soft aluminum material. The locks on the doors were broken. This is an important detail. So when I entered the bathroom, I was the only one inside. No other students around. All the doors of the cubicles were wide open. I am the usual scaredy cat girl. So I went inside the first cubicle. Since the locks were broken, I just held the door while going to the bathroom. So if anyone entered, they would know I was there. As I was finishing my business, a sudden gust of wind entered the bathroom and I felt someone, a presence had entered. I waited for that someone to enter one of the cubicles, but nothing happened. I was clueless. But I heard the faucet in the third cubicle open and water was flowing. I, without thinking too much, peeped below the cubicles. There was no one, no feet, nothing. Just water flowing. I freaked out. So I hurriedly fixed my uniform and when I was trying to open the door, it would not open. Remember, the lock was broken, so just a little nudge would open it, but it was not moving. I was hysterical. I was punching the door so hard that I put dents in it. I was screaming, crying, really, really scared. I tried kicking the door, but it just wouldn't budge. I screamed loud. My throat was getting sore until my teacher and the librarian rushed inside. They opened the door, mind you, without any issue. I was dumbfounded and they asked me what had happened and I told them everything. They just stared at each other and gave me a feigned but worried laugh and helped me to get back to class. It was the scariest feeling I ever felt because I felt helpless, trapped. I remember stories of other students seeing ghosts and such at that school. Some say that the school was initially rice plains where salvaged bodies were usually thrown. So I guess that can explain if it's all true. 18 years passed and that memory is still as clear as glass. I hope nothing like this ever happens to me again. Alright, this is going to sound crazy. Crazy, I'll admit it. If I heard this and it wasn't my own story, I probably wouldn't believe it happened. But this is 100% true. You'll just have to take my word for it. I was at a friend of a friend's birthday party the summer after our last year of middle school. It was a warm, clear night. I didn't know the birthday girl personally as again, she was a friend of a friend. The party consisted of a huge game of sardines in her huge backyard. I'll describe the yard more in detail as it'll assist in painting a better picture in your head as to what I experienced. She lived on what could arguably be described as a small ranch. The backyard consisted of about 40 to 50 yards of lawn before gradually ascending up a hill where a thick forest started. The hill was untouched land with trees, rocks and bushes. In the middle of the hill ran a stream about 2 or 3ft wide on the left side of the backyard. Down on the lawn was a barn, a classic red one with a hay loft and everything. Her back patio had cafe lights strung on the border with a fire pit in the corner. These details seem overbearing, but they will all be important later on in the story, I promise. The game of sardines started with two seekers. The rest of the group, around 30 kids, sprinted through the backyard looking for hiding places while the seekers counted to 60. Four kids and I decided to hide together and deemed that the top of the hill right along the forest's edge would be our best bet. We sprinted up the hill, dodging rocks and blue ducking trees, and finally got to the top. We jumped behind the first line of brush and turned to face the back of the house. Though far away, we could see the seekers running through the backyard, they had begun their search. Keep in mind with us facing the yard, our backs were turned to the thick dark forest on the edge of her property. After about five minutes of hiding, Jay, one of my friends I was hiding with, claimed he had heard rustling behind us coming from the forest. We looked back only to see nothing and started teasing Jay about being a wuss or a baby or whatever. Though I can't remember, I bet we were as scared as he was, just trying to look brave in front of the two girls who had hidden with us. Only a mere 30 seconds or so after the first false alarm, Jay claimed to hear more rustling Though this time we all heard it. We looked behind us into the thick, dark rustling forest and saw what I can only describe as the most confusing yet horrifying thing I have ever seen. Standing about 15 yards into the wood line stood a grown man. He seemed to be about 6:2 or 6, though there was a catch. He was wearing a bunny suit, a full on Easter bunny type bunny suit. It took a second or two for me and my friends to process what we were seeing. And right when we were done processing, he started running towards us. We couldn't believe it. After about a second delay of internally freaking out at the situation at hand, we all started sprinting down the hill. Though not as dense as the forest we were running from, we had to actively dodge and avoid trees and bushes. I was the second farthest from the bunnyman, having one of my friends in front of me with J and the two others behind me. After clearing the stream, my nails curled as I heard a scream from behind me. I looked back only to feel my heart drop. The bunny man had grabbed Jay. He was trying to drag him back up the hill. Miraculously, Jay was able to shake himself free. Jay played football and was the biggest kid in our grade, so he was able to loosen himself free somewhat easily. We sprinted back to the house as fast as we could, screaming as we went. We were yelling for everyone to get back to the house, that there was an immediate threat threat and that we were in danger. Luckily, the panic in our voices was genuine enough that the rest of the group listened and followed us back into the kitchen. We gathered everyone and counted, making sure we didn't leave anyone outside with whoever was in that horrible costume. Once everything died down, I had only started to catch my breath when I heard the one line that still sticks with me to this day. Someone piped up and timidly asked, where's Sadie? Sadie was the birthday girl, who I didn't know that well. After the question was asked, everyone started desperately looking around the kitchen living room area, looking for what they knew wasn't there. Sadie was still outside somewhere. The boys in the group, including myself, decided that we would split up into groups of three or four and go out looking for Sadie. We thought we were tough crap. A group of 18 or so hormonally driven teenagers with something to prove to the girls inside the house. We had to be tough guys who weren't scared of anything. I am not sure the facade worked. My group was assigned to the hill. We searched everywhere, behind trees, between bushes, calling out Sadie's name and Flashing our flashlights everywhere we could. After about three minutes of searching, we heard a loud optimistic we got her. We found her. We sprinted back down the hill going buck 20, itching to know where she was and if she was okay. After we all met up in the middle of the backyard, everything became clear. After everything died down, this is what happened from Sadie's point of view. Sadie had hidden by herself in the barn. To the left of the main doors was a pile of squared hay. Sadie had hidden behind the pile, covering herself with loose hay she had found on the floor in order to conceal herself. She said that for the main part, nobody had really gotten close to her hiding place. Why didn't she come out when we yelled at her? She thought it was a decoy to draw herself out of her hiding place. A little shaken, but overall, okay. We all walked back to the house to regroup and retell to the girls in the house what had happened. I wish it ended there. About 20 minutes later, when we were all, for the most part, calmed down, we were sitting on the couch talking about everything and anything. At this point, a good amount of the kids had gone home, whether forced by curfew or at their own will due to the fears of the bunnyman. So it was down to me, Sadie, and three or four other people. Out of nowhere, Sadie spoke up. You know, now that I think about it, you guys did almost catch me. I would have had no idea, as I was a hider myself, but the two seekers from the Game of Sardines were still at Sadie's house. They both admitted to her that they did venture into the barn and that they must have missed her. Sadie then said, I knew the screaming to go inside was a decoy. Somewhat confused at her statement, we urged her to elaborate. Don't play dumb, she told the seekers. I heard you guys come in about two minutes after I heard the yelling. You guys were looking everywhere for me and actually walked up right next to my hiding spot before walking away for some reason. That's when you guys almost caught me. It took a minute for us to process what she said, but then it clicked. We were all inside two minutes after we had been yelling, and everyone was accounted for except for Sadie. So nobody would have been outside when Sadie claimed that they would have been. That left one possibility. Sadie wasn't close to being caught by us. Sadie was close to being caught by whoever was in that bunny costume. Whoever that was had walked up right next to her hiding place. If he had moved the loose hay or even moved one block of tied hay. He would have found her and heaven knows what would have happened next. But that was all in the past. We were all inside now, safe and behind locked doors. My mom came shortly afterwards to pick me up, and on the drive home I realized something I hadn't realized before. As I was looking out the window, thinking about the events of the night, I realized that I was watching fields in the farmland fly by. Sadie's nearest neighbor was two miles away from her house. She lived in a very, very rural part of town. It may seem like a small detail that should easily be thrown to the side, but to me it illustrated a glaring and disturbing circumstance. The Bunnyman could not have been a neighbor, family friend, or neighborhood teenager looking for entertainment. The closest house to Sadie's was two miles away. This was no teenager trying to scare younger kids or creepy adult on some power trip. This was a man in the middle of the forest late at night, two miles away from any sort of other civilization, stalking and chasing us. To this day, the Bunnyman has not been identified or found. And now that I'm telling this, all the details are coming back and I am remembering just how scary and traumatizing that night was for my 14 year old mind. When I was around 12 years old, I had a pretty creepy experience in my house. To give some backstory, I'm the youngest of three with two sisters. The way my house was laid out is my mom and dad's room was on the one side of the house and me and my sister's rooms were on the other side with the living room in the middle. Now my oldest sister is actually my stepsister. Even though I have never thought of her like that, she has always been a true sister to me. During this time she was going through a lot. She struggles with bipolar disorder and had spent many nights getting into screaming matches with her boyfriends at ungodly hours of the morning. These arguments would almost always end in some sort of violent situation. I remember one specific instance very clearly where my sister was so furious at her boyfriend for watching something I'll leave to your imagination on his phone right in front of her, she started to beat and scratch his face with a high heel shoe. Anyway, one night something was weird. No guest was in the house and I knew this when falling asleep. Yet when I heard the screams at 2 in the morning, I was still unaffected. I imagined that one of my sister's boyfriends had snuck in through the window to see her and they were now erupting into another fight. But I was wrong. I Heard my parents run into my sister's room bursting through the door. They were silent for a few seconds. As my sister continued to scream and scream, I started to realize this was not like the other times. This wasn't an argument with a high school boy. These were wails of true terror. After what seemed like forever, but was really like 15 seconds, my parents started yelling. What? What? Why are you screaming? All I could hear while sitting in my bed was my sister responding. Right there, right there. How can you not see? How can you ask me that? This went on for a while and my sister was taken out of her room by my parents and she stayed in the kitchen drinking tea for the rest of the night. My parents and sister didn't tell me anything that happen since in comparison to the drama that has happened in our household previously, this was a pretty peaceful night. Now it was the next day and time for bed again. I was having a little trouble falling asleep because I was still thinking about what my sister was screaming about. Was she seeing things? Sleep paralysis? Was she on something? Was there a ghost in the house? The hallways then proceeded to carry my sister's screams throughout the house again. This time several hours earlier than last night and even louder. My sister screamed like I have never heard any scream before. The words she said mixed with the tone of her voice gives me ice cold skin penetrating chills. Just as I tell this story, my sister was screaming the words. Just kill me fast. Don't hurt me, just kill me fast. This time my whole family, myself included, ran into her room. This sounded serious. She was screaming in terror and pointing into the corner of her room. But again, there was nothing there. She claimed that a large dark figure with a purple robe and red eyes was standing in the corner of a room watching her with a sinister presence. I began to get frustrated with my sister. I thought she was doing this for some kind of twisted desire for attention. In a lot of ways that's what I felt a lot of her dramatic situations were. But on the third night I would come to believe her. On the third night we put one of our dogs in my sister's room to keep her coming company. She was a small Pappy Poo, which is a ridiculous name for a mix of Papillon and Poodle. Her name was Twilight. She was a good dog and always very perceptive. Twilight was always the first to know when someone was approaching our house or even just walking past it. That night I didn't even bother sleeping as I knew there was going to be screams to startle me Awake. Anyway, I was just staying up playing Saints Row 3 until I passed out from exhaustion or something. I hadn't been sleeping for the past two nights and was a train wreck at school, but at this point I didn't really care. And then right on cue at around one in the morning, the screams. I was mad that my sister was carrying on with this act, keeping me and my whole family awake. I was the only one who decided to stay awake in my house and my sister's room is right next to mine. So I got up, walked in there fast, getting ready to give my sister a piece of my mind on her attention seeking behavior. But then I heard Twilight not just barking but howling. Like a desperate urgent howling. I had never heard it before from her and would never hear it again again as long as Twilight lived. I was taken aback by that, but I barged in the room anyway. And there was my sister screaming in terror while staring eyes wide open into the corner of the room. And there was Twilight looking at the exact and I mean exact same place my sister was looking. Twilight had her head up looking at the corner of the room, howling. It was such an uncanny image. Two beings reacting in terror and distress at something I could not see. Now, I am not a religious person. I was raised to believe that angels and demons exist, but I have no real belief in any kind of spiritual warfare anymore. Then I believe in the QAnon Theories of Hollywood celebrities sacrificing babies to the devil or whatever. But I do believe in my own two eyes. And I still can't explain what they saw after all this. My sister was brought into therapy after taking my dad's advice and my mom had the room blessed by the priest from our church. It never happened again.
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