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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 librarians 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 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 facing 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. To preface, I recently passed my driver's test and got my license, meaning I can now work as a part time delivery service service from my parents. I honestly don't mind. 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 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'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. 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 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 Ford 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 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 to 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 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 episode is brought to you by LifeLock. Between two factor authentication, strong passwords, and a VPN, you try to be in control of how your info is protected. But many other places also have it and they might not be as careful. That's why LifeLock monitors hundreds of millions of data points a second for threats. If your identity is stolen, they'll fix it, guaranteed or your money back. Save up to 40% your first year. Visit lifelock.com podcast for 40% off terms applying the following story is true and took place on Thanksgiving Day and 2019. During this 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 tried dreaded going back home to face him. 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 and only at the bar. When he invited me to the 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. 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, sex and race, talking and performing risque acts. I walk further into the cross crowd. I can feel the eyes of men and 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 he 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 and 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 said smiled. As he blew out smoke from his last hit. I was completely turned off. Moments later, Jerry walks over to me and we begin 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 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 eye 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 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 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 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 winter of 2013 in Phoenix, Arizona I worked in the shipping department of a small warehouse facility. I am a stocky male so the company tasked me with boxing products and loading pallets for shipping early in the morning. I was the first to arrive most days at 4:30am and I was alone most of the time until 6:00am because of this, I had to unlock the entrance and deactivate the security alarm. There were security cameras cameras, but they had had major blind spots caused by some concrete pillars for the desert. It was a chilly mid December morning. I arrived to work as usual around 4.30am the ground was wet from a light rain scenting the air with mud. I parked and turned off my car and noticed something in the distance. There appeared to be a man pacing back and forth. He would walk about 10ft, turn around and then walk right back. I would guess he was roughly 40 yards away from me. There was very little light so I couldn't make out any distinguishing features apart from him wearing a heavy white down jacket. There is a gas station not too far away, so I figured he was just another customer. After a few moments I reasoned he was either on his cell phone or listening to music. So I got out of my car and headed to the entrance to work. As I approached the door, I heard heavy sprinting footsteps closing in on me fast. I turned around to look. It was the same person I saw pacing. I must have startled him as he abruptly stopped. He acted as if he didn't think I would turn around. He was about my height, maybe 180 pounds, wearing dark jeans and gray glass gloves with weathered and dirty white shoes. Now this sounds impossible, but this is what I saw and I assure you it's accurate. His white down jacket was pulled all the way up over his head. Let me be clear. His thick jacket was pulled up over his head, covering his entire face. I don't know how he could see anything when he was sprinting to the me. Even with his jacket blocking his face, I could feel his eyes were somehow locked onto me. To this day, I still ask myself how this guy was able to do this. We faced off at each other like we were in a standoff. But there was something more, something that still remains in my mind and still causes a haunting feeling in me even today. His breathing. His breathing was so, so angry and full of rage, like he was getting ready to charge me. This odd, covered from head to toe threatening guy was standing 10ft from me, breathing like he hated me and wanted me dead. I stood there thinking, this is it. I am going to get robbed, shot or stabbed. He's going to pull out a weapon. As soon as I thought this, he suddenly reached into his jack jacket and I felt my stomach churn. I could not get to safety. At this point, he was between me and my car and he could reach me before I could unlock the door and get inside. I was unarmed. I had a moment where I thought this was the end of my life and felt for the first time what it was like to think you're going to die. I fully expected him to pull out a weapon from his coat and attack me, but rather he spoke muffled through his jacket. What are you doing? Adrenaline had frozen me in place, but I responded, standing my ground. I'm just going to work. What are you doing? He answered back swiftly. I'm just checking this out. Then he took his hands out of his pockets, turned and began running away with his jacket still up over his head. I got inside and locked the door behind me, feeling relieved. I don't know what became of him, and to this day I still wonder how he was able to see me with that thick jacket over his face. And the sound of his angry breathing remains a fearful memory. Now I thought of calling the police. However, after the shock of the incident wore off, I reasoned the guy didn't really do anything to me. He didn't actually threaten me, show a weapon, say something intimidating or anything like that. Sure, he was unsettling, but he really didn't commit a crime other than being intimidating and suspicious. Even if I did call the police, I imagined the incident would be low priority and the guy would be long gone by the time the police investigated. I put the ordeal out of my mind and did my work. Later that day, I shared the story with some of my co workers. Many believed the guy was going to rob me, but then changed his mind. Some thought the guy was on something and just acting weird. The security camera Footage only caught a small portion of the incident due to the blind spots. I'm not sure what to think. So I would like to ask you what do you think this guy was up to? Do you think he was going to rob me? Was he just on something? Do you think he was crazy but harmless? Limu Imu and Doug Here we have the Limu Imu in its natural habitat helping people customize their car insurance and save hundreds with Liberty Mutual. Fascinating. It's accompanied by his natural ally, Doug. Limu is that guy with the binoculars watching us? Cut the camera. They see us. Only pay for what you need@libertymutual.com Liberty Liberty Liberty Liberty Savings Very underwritten by Liberty Mutual Insurance Company Affiliates excludes Massachusetts I went to a party one night and was told by my mother to be home at a certain time or the door would be locked locked and we didn't have an extra key. So off to the party I went and it was a banger, drinks and lots of friends. I didn't want to leave. By the time I Left it was 1 or 2am and I knew I was going to be locked out of my mom's house and she was going to be upset in the morning if I woke her up. So I pulled around back where I parked my car. I got out and checked the back door. Crap locked. I staggered around to the front. Crap locked. Now I'm screwed and gonna have to spend the night in my car. So I laid the seat back, grabbed an old sweater out of the back to cover up with and sighed. Being locked out sucks. During the night I woke up hearing footsteps so I poked my head up and looked around. I didn't see anything at first so I laid back down but I couldn't shake the feeling that something was up and was too afraid to get out of the car. I reached over and locked my doors and heard the footsteps again, poked my head up and again froze. There was a shadowy figure creeping around my house. I watched as he walked around looking into the windows and checking to see if he could open them. I had no cell phone and no way to warn my mom who was inside asleep. My heart was jackhammering in my chest as I thought of what to do. I sat up a little higher to watch as he walked around the front of my house going to the front door. I leaned forward following his progress and bumped my steering wheel and a very loud honk sounded, scaring the heck out of me. It must have woke up my mom because the porch light came on and she stood on the porch looking furious. So I ran up to her screaming to get back into the house, that there was a man outside trying to get in. As soon as we got back inside I ran into my mom's room and grabbed her weapon and a flashlight, instructing her to call the cops. I went back outside weapon and flashlight in hand. The man was nowhere to be found. We waited for the cops to show up and when they did they told us there had been a couple guys from a jail nearby that had escaped that day and that they had been looking for them and for us to keep our doors locked tight. They never found the man I saw that night, but the escapees were caught weeks later, a hundred miles away. I am so thankful my mom locked me out of that house that night. I can't imagine what would have happened if we both had been inside and asleep 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 day digit or lower. Even though I had multiple layers of coats on, I still felt a 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 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 was how heavily my parents stressed me to not My cold wet boots from the 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. 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 same 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, 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 and rice novels and paranormal lore. I grew up with it. I've 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 anything 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 tour touristy things it has to offer. They have dozens of would be professional 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 cemetery, Same old, but they were into it. Another thing that's unique about this 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, Enola. Surprisingly, I've 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 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 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 laptops being opened 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 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 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 pants 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. 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 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 Blair next to me. After composing myself, I look down and there's my phone sitting on a pile of 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 for back down to my phone and I noticed three new video files in the gallery. They looked dark 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.
