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Story about Bronx and his dad Ryan, Real United Airlines customers We were returning.

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Home and one of the flight attendants asked Bronx if he wanted to see the flight deck and meet Captain Andrew. I got to sit in the driver's seat. I grew up in an aviation family and seeing Bronx kind of reminded me of myself when I was that age.

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That's Andrew, a real United pilot.

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These small interactions can shape a kid's future. It felt like I was the captain. Allowing my son to see the flight deck will stick with us forever. That's how good leads the way I recently moved into a big house, just temporarily. It's kind of a complicated situation. The house belongs to a family member. They were going to be gone for a few months, that sort of thing. I was going to be there on my own, so obviously I thought, what if this place is haunted? There wasn't anything in the house when I moved in, but there is now. I was in the main hallway unpacking some stuff when the doorbell rang. That put me on edge right away because the house is at the end of a long driveway and kind of out of the way. You have to go looking for it. There was an old woman at the door, or sort of old. It was kind of hard to tell this was in broad daylight, but there was still something kind of off about her. She was really tall, like a full head taller than me, and there was something weird about the way she looked. It was like none of her clothes fit her properly. She shook my hand and smiled really wide and told me that she was from the neighborhood council or something and asked if she could come in and talk to me. My gut reaction was to say no, but I couldn't really think of a reason to. She was just an old woman. What was she going to do? I really wish I had just slammed the door in her face. I brought her into the living room and she sort of tottered behind me like her feet didn't fit into her shoes properly. She sat down without asking and grinned at me until I took a seat across from her. For about half a minute. She didn't say anything, just smiled and stared at me while it got increasingly awkward. Just as I was about to break the silence, she fished into her pocket and pulled out this really big old fashioned candy, the type that comes in See through wrapping here, she said. Eat this. I should probably point out here that she spoke really quietly, so it was difficult to hear anything she said. I accepted. The candy, kind of taken aback and unwrapped was dark red, almost black. I popped it into my mouth because she was still grinning at me and nodding her head. Have you ever walked around behind a supermarket where they keep those big bins? They throw meat that's gone bad in those bins. Imagine that rancid smell, but on a hot summer day it's so thick you can almost feel it in the air. That is what this candy tasted like. I almost spit it out onto the floor, but social niceties made me chew the thing and force it down my throat. The woman was talking the whole time, but between the taste and her quiet voice, I barely heard her. My mouth tasted like rotten meat, so I politely told her I was going to get some water and walked fast into the kitchen. When I came back, she was gone. I had been in the kitchen for less than than 30 seconds. My first reaction probably should have been to assume that she went to the bathroom or had to leave in a hurry. Instead, I searched the entire house. I went through every single room, convinced I was going to open a closet or look under a bed and see her stuffed in there, grinning at me. That didn't happen, obviously, but I was still extremely on edge. As the sun started to go down, I felt like I was turning off the light in my bedroom after spotting a giant spider in there that night. I propped a chair against my bedroom door because I just couldn't shake the feeling that the woman was still in the house somewhere, hiding. I woke up at around 2:30 in the morning and heard creaking floorboards downstairs. It was an old house and unfamiliar. I kept telling myself that until the noises stopped. When I woke up the next morning, there was a red candy on the living room table. I'll tell you the same thing I told the police. No, I couldn't be absolutely certain that the candy wasn't there the day before. Maybe I had just overlooked it, but I didn't think so. They told me that the organization the woman claimed to come from did not actually exist and clearly thought I was wasting their time. After they left, I searched the entire house again and the grounds. Then I searched them again. By the time I was finished, I had managed for to calm down a bit and looked at the situation rationally. The woman probably left the candy there the previous day and I just didn't notice. I had searched the whole house twice now. There was nowhere she could possibly be hiding. She was probably just some doddery old lady who wandered off while I was in the kitchen. As I prepared to go to bed, I had managed to fully delude myself into thinking nothing strange was going on. I decided not to do anything childish like blocking my door, because what was I afraid of? Even if she somehow was still inside the house somewhere, what was she going to do? At some point in the middle of the night, I woke up abruptly, knowing in the back of my mind that something was wrong. I guess I must have heard something in my sleep. I turned over onto my side and reached out to turn on the bedside lamp, groping around because I was in an unfamiliar room. When the light came on, I saw the old woman standing right next to my bed. I only got the briefest glimpse of her before she vanished into the unlit hallway outside my door. I now believe that the human brain has a special compartment for dealing with experiences far outside the realm of the natural. If I had woken up to find a burglar in my room, I probably would have gone numb with panic. If there was a lion at the foot of my bed, I would have been too paralyzed with fear to do anything. But as soon as the woman. The woman was gone, that special compartment took over. I jumped out of bed and slammed the door shut and then shoved a chair up against the handle. Then I dashed for my phone. No signal. No Internet. I later found out there was nothing wrong with the phone or the local service. I think she was interfering with it somehow. The drop from the bedroom window wasn't too high. If I landed just right, I would probably avoid injury. But what if I sprained my ankle or broke my leg? I had a sudden vision of pulling myself across the dark garden while the woman sprinted after me and decided I didn't want to risk it. That gave me two options. Wait out the night in my bedroom or try to get out of the house. Now I went for the second option. I had a thought that my flimsy barricade would not hold if the woman decided she wanted back in. I broke one of the chair legs off and crept slowly into the hallway, reaching carefully for the light switch. When I pressed it, the lights came on for a second and then faded out. I flicked the switch a few more times. Nothing. Some gut instinct told me she was sabotaging them somehow. I used my phone for light as I slowly, quietly crept along the upstairs hallway and down the stairs. The light barely traced the shapes of the walls and the dark Yawning frames of open doorways. I jumped at every single shadow and unidentifiable shape, certain that any second that grinning face would appear out of the shadows. I got downstairs into the front door. I had double locked it and put the chain in place. Just as I was reaching for the first lock, I heard rapid, uneven footsteps at the top of the stairs. Approaching swiftly, I undid the first lock. A high pitched shriek came from the hallway down the stairs and I screamed as I undid the second lock and wrenched the door open. It stuck fast. I had forgotten the chain. I glanced behind me and saw the tall, spindly shape of the woman half running, half falling down the stairs toward me, her head lolling backward and her mouth hanging open. I can't even remember getting the chain off. I might actually have just yanked the door open so hard that it broke. In any case, the last I saw of the woman was her face inches away from me as I slammed the door shut. I sprinted to the nearest house and they called the police. Possibly because I was half delirious with fear and babbling incoherently, the police once again failed to find anything unusual. It's been a week. I'm staying at a friend's place, sleeping with the lights on and the bedroom door barricaded. The house's real owners aren't back yet. I'm not sure what I'm gonna tell them, but I have to stop them from going back there somehow. This isn't a haunting. It's an infestation. I can't stop thinking about all the holes in our defenses. The windows and doors left open, the strangers invited into our living rooms. I just hope it's the house that she wanted and not me. Something very creepy happened to me on Christmas. I had celebrated the holiday that morning with my family and went to see my parents. On Christmas night I had to go into work to finish a proposal I was working on for a new potential client. I obviously didn't want to go into work, but it had to be finished. My work was in a building downtown that is fairly close to a few nightclubs and bars. My office is on the 23rd floor and in my position I have an office, but most of this floor is filled up with cubicles in the middle. My office is in the far corner next to my boss's office. So to get to my office I have to walk by all the cubicles. I didn't get there late, probably around eight or nine, but there was nobody else there. This was my second time going in Alone and it was peaceful. If I let my imagination run wild, however, I would get spooked easily. As I walked the path next to the cubicles, I was reminded of what I was missing at home. While looking at all the Christmas lights strung up decorating people's workspaces. There were no lights on, but it was lit up enough by all these Christmas lights. I reached my office and unlocked it. I went inside but didn't close the door. My computer and desk faced away from my door so I couldn't see anyone that approached my door on work days through the huge glass window that I had. I found this annoying as I never knew who was knocking until I got up and opened the door. I sat down and began working as quickly as possible so I could get back home. After a while, I'd say about an hour into it, I heard the main entrance door close. I didn't hear it open, but when it closed, it made a noise that was unmistakable. I wasn't spooked at this point, just curious as to who else was unlucky enough to have to come in and finish something. I got up from my desk and walked out onto the floor. I looked around but didn't see anybody. I said loudly, hello. Nobody responded. At this moment, I got paranoid and freaked out a little bit because I definitely heard the main entrance door close. Somebody was either here and then left or was still in here and not responding to me. I was just about to turn around and get back to work when I saw a head sticking up out of a cubicle on the opposite side of the floor. Looking towards me, I could see that it was a man, but I couldn't make out any details of his face. I thought he must be messing with me, so I shouted over to him, what a time to have to come in, huh? Hoping whoever it was would stand up and laugh, but they didn't. The man didn't move and this really scared me. So I tried again and said, I can see you, guy. He didn't move. I wasn't sure what to do next and was now very on edge. So I felt through my pocket for my keys and they were there. I started walking down the path towards the entrance door. The whole time watching this guy as I was walking, he just watched me. I looked over at the entrance door for a second, just one second, and looked back. He was gone. After seeing this, I thought, oh my gosh, he could be moving over to me. So I jogged the rest of the way to the door and went through it. I jogged over to the elevator and hit the button. I turned around quickly and the door closed as it made the same noise as before. The door thankfully opened immediately and I went inside and hit the first floor button. The door closed and I did not see the guy come out that door. I drove home and told my wife what happened. I had to call my boss and tell him as well so that I had a reason for not finishing my proposal that night. He was understanding and I went back in two days later with everyone else. I never found out who the guy was or what that was all about. Nothing was stolen or tampered with to my knowledge. My girl and I frequent the Drive in theater all the time in the summer. It's May and I don't think we'll be doing it this year because of what happened last year. I'm not sure if it's different anywhere else but at the drive ins closest to us there's two movies that play on a single screen back to back. It's also pretty cheap so it's an awesome choice for a hot summer night. We were doing our normal thing. We went to the store to get some candy and beer and stuff before heading to the drive ins to save some money. I'm sure you know the food at any theater is ridiculously overpriced. We made it there about 30 minutes before the first feature started and people were still showing up and positioning their vehicles. We got the front row with nobody in front of us, which somehow I always managed to get. After 30 minutes of waiting and munching on junk food, the previews started for the first movie. Everything was completely normal up until this point and during the previews I heard a noise outside and it sounded like someone had kicked a rock at my truck. Not a lot, it just sounded like one good sized rock hit my tailgate or something. We thought nothing of it because our focus was on the screen. An hour or so went by with no other unusual sounds and we were enjoying the movie when suddenly we both heard something strange. It sounded like somebody was walking right next to the truck and dragging their feet heavily. We looked around but saw nothing. As I was looking around I spotted a girl in the passenger seat in the car next to us looking at me. She had a concerned look on her face and motioned for me to roll down my window. I did and she immediately said there is somebody under your truck. This made me feel sick. I knew she wasn't messing with me and I did not know what to say back or what to do. My girls started to quit quietly freak out and I asked the girl next to us as quietly as I could, what is the person doing? She said back, I don't know. I was afraid to get out and I remembered that eerie feeling I had when I was a kid and I didn't want to step off my bed at night for fear of somebody underneath. Same feeling. I decided to call the drive ins number listed online and told them what was happening. After asking the details of my truck, they said they would send somebody over to us well before anyone came. We very suddenly heard more noise under us and then a girl wearing a dress crawled out from under my truck right in front of us and began walking backwards towards the movie screen, all the while staring into the truck at us. When she got to the screen she turned and walked away towards the fence that separated our lot from the one next to us. A few minutes later an employee approached my window and I told him that she had walked away. This story happened to my best friend, friend and I when we were 16 years old on Halloween night. It happened at my parents house which they still live in. Their house is in a very nice neighborhood and it has a driveway that stretches very long about a quarter mile down the street. My parents had bought several huge bags of candy for the kids who came by trick or treating. There were a lot of other houses on their street and they knew of a lot of kids who would be coming by. The night was passing, we were playing video games, watching movies and realized at about 9:30 that not a single trick or treater had come by. We thought that was strange and went out on the front porch to see if we could spot any. The street was far off and I couldn't see anybody. We decided to walk up the driveway and look down the street to see if there were any kids on their way. We began walking and kicking rocks. About halfway up the driveway we spotted something. There was somebody sitting in the driveway at the start of it right next to the street. He was sitting in a wooden chair. We stopped in our tracks. We were pretty sure they were facing the street. The person appeared to be a man with long brown hair slicked back that fell over his shoulders. We were tripping out over this because why would somebody be sitting in a chair in our driveway? At first we planned on going back to the house as this was extremely creepy. But curiosity grew too much and we decided to approach the man. We started slowly walking again and walked even slower the closer we got. We eventually reached the man sitting in a chair. My buddy and I looked at each other. As if to figure out who was going to say something, I turned back to the man and said, uh, hello? The man turned his head to the left very fast and yelled, if you come any closer, I'll kill you. He then got up and started moving towards us, but we had bolted as soon as he yelled those words. Rocks were being kicked up as we sprinted back to my front porch and reached the front door. I looked down the driveway before we slammed the front door and for the briefest of seconds I saw the man was now standing up halfway down the driveway headed towards us. We locked the deadbolt and chain. I ran over to the kitchen phone and dialed my father. It took my parents about an hour to get home from the party they were at and my buddy and I were terrified the whole time. We locked every window and were hiding in my dad's office until they arrived. To our surprise, they came into the house with a police officer. Apparently the man sitting in the chair was a disgruntled employee that my father had just let go earlier that day and he was waiting for my father to come home. What was he planning on doing? Who knows? No wonder we didn't see any trick or treaters on Halloween. They were scared off by this guy sitting in a chair. So this happened to my family in early 2002 when my daughter was a baby. My wife and I moved into a new house right after our daughter was born. It was a nice place in the suburbs. I would rather not mention in what city. The house was relatively new and surrounded by other houses with the same exact design and layout. We were still getting used to our new life there with our new baby when one night we heard the baby crying on the baby monitor. We were watching a movie in the living room, paused it and went into the baby's room. The baby wanted her bottle. I stood in the doorway of the room while my wife tended to our newborn. I was smiling at the sight of this when suddenly my wife made a small sound of fear and surprise. She was looking out the window directly beside the crib. I walked over to her and she didn't say anything. I looked outside and saw a woman that looked to be about our age standing on our lawn and looking into the bedroom window. I went into protective mode and immediately walked out of the room and towards the front door with the intention of confronting her. My wife shouted before I could open the door. She ran away. I ripped the door open and walked outside. I looked around the front of our house and walked a bit further onto the street, looking in both directions. No sign of her. I decided to walk around the whole exterior of my house to make sure this creepy lady had really left. I walked the perimeter of our house and didn't find her anywhere. I returned to my house to find my wife still holding the baby in our master bedroom and I told my wife that I did not find her. After a little while of being creeped out and looking out the windows to make sure she wasn't still lingering around, we decided she was gone for good and went to sleep. The next day we saw the woman again, this time at night. And this time my wife was in the shower and I was holding our baby in her bedroom. I saw the woman standing in the same spot on our lawn, peering into the bedroom at me holding my baby. I just looked at her for the longest time and she didn't move. My wife eventually walked into the room with a towel in her hair and approached me from behind, giving me a hug. I said, she's back. Look, she's just standing there. My wife got incredibly creeped out at this point and insisted that we call the police. I was going to, but felt I wanted to confront her again. So I walked out of the room and opened up the front door, which was only about 10ft away from the baby's room. I walked outside and the woman was still there. She turned to me. I walked onto our lawn about 20ft away from her and said, what are you doing? If you don't leave right now, I'm calling the cops. If I ever see you around here again, I will call them immediately. The woman smiled at me and then opened her mouth wide and let out a nightmare inducing scream that sounded as if she was in pain. I knew right away that this woman was ill, like in the head. She turned around and ran away. This was terrifying. As I realized she was barefoot. She ran away like a little kid would, arms flailing. I went inside and my wife was already holding the phone. A couple police officers came by the house a short while later and they said there was really nothing they could do except drive around the neighborhood a few times and keep an eye out for her. They said they would call us if they did see her. About 20 minutes after they left, they called and said they didn't see anyone fitting her description. We were disappointed, but eventually fell asleep after taking turns looking out the windows for hours. I had assumed the woman got the hint. A month had passed with no sign of her. Then one night, my wife and I were in bed when I heard a noise I awoke and glanced at the alarm clock. It read 3:32am I listened for the noise to continue and heard giggling coming from the baby monitor. I sat up in bed and my heart stopped. I flew out of the room and into my baby's room to see nothing. My baby was asleep and my wife had followed me. I was very confused for a moment and thought I didn't actually hear anything. Maybe it was just a nightmare. My wife asked what was wrong. I didn't respond for a few seconds and then finally said nothing. I thought I heard something. We both sighed and walked back into our room. My wife went into the room first and upon entering screamed and then threw herself backwards into me. I gasped and almost fell backwards onto the floor. My wife started repeating oh my God, oh my God, oh my God. My heart pounding, I replied what? What? I forced my way past her and walked into my bedroom. The woman was sitting Indian style on our bed. I backed up out of the room and slammed the door. My wife ran and took our baby from her crib and the three of us went outside. As I was closing the front door, once we had walked out, I heard our master bedroom door open. Neither of us had our cell phones on us so we ran to our neighbor's house and started flying frantically knocking on their front door. They answered very quickly and asked what the matter was. We explained and they ushered us inside and called the police. The cops showed up shortly after and they went inside our house. The woman was still there. They said they found her upstairs sitting in the middle of the hallway in the dark. A few winters ago I got a job as a security guard. My responsibilities were to guard the construction site of a three story industrial building that was still in development. This was a super sweet job. All I had to do was be at the construction site between hours of 7pm to 3am I could sit in my truck the entire time. Except for two different times. I was instructed to patrol the site. What I would do is get out of my truck and walk the perimeter of the site and then go inside and shine my flashlight around. This obviously wasn't a hard task, but it was a bit creepy. It was pitch black around this site at night and there were no working lights anywhere. Every time I patrolled I was a bit creeped out except for one evening where the creepiness turned into straight up terror. The night was going by normally. I was watching YouTube videos and listening to music in my truck. The clock hit 1am and I was due to complete my second patrol through the site. The first patrol went by completely normal, and I had no reason to expect any different this time around. So I jumped out of the truck and started down the path that led around the site. I was shining my flashlight in front of me the whole time and saw nothing out of the ordinary. This trek around the site took the most time out of the patrol, and I'd say about 15 minutes after I began, I had circled all the way around and was back at my truck. At this time, I headed inside the building. My truck was parked in the front of the building, and so I entered at the front door. This building was still being framed and there were no doors installed anywhere, including the ones that led to the exterior. And that's the reason I was here, to make sure nobody just walked inside and stole any construction equipment or vandalized any part of it. As I walked inside, I heard something upstairs. It sounded like a shovel or something had fallen onto the floor, and so I hesitantly started up the stairs to investigate. This was the first time that anything like this happened. As I walked up the stairs, shining my flashlight in front of me, I was spooked. What would I do if there was somebody up here messing around? I didn't have a weapon or anything. I reached the top of the stairs and the second floor. I shined my flashlight around and didn't see anything suspicious. I walked around and eventually reached the front of the building, and that's when I looked down to my truck through the recently installed window. There. There was somebody sitting in my truck. I noticed quickly that it was a man with a shaved head. He was sitting in the driver's side seat with his legs still hanging out of the truck facing me. The man had his arms crossed and he was wearing all black. I was just about to turn around and head back down to confront him when he suddenly looked up at me and waved. At that moment, I turned around and ran back to the stairs. I walked down them quickly and ran out of the building. I approached my truck and the guy was no longer there. I got very nervous at this point and looked around with my flashlight. I saw nothing and decided to call my boss and let him know that there was somebody here. As the phone was ringing, I searched my truck and saw that nothing was missing and everything was right where I left it. My boss did not answer and so I left a very short message stating, uh, it's 1:22am and there is someone messing around at the site. Have not located them yet. I shined my light around like a madman, searching for this potentially dangerous pro person and thought that it would be a better idea to get in my truck and drive slowly around the site. This did not take long and I did not see anyone. I circled back to the front and parked my truck in the same exact spot I was in before. I put the truck in park and called my boss again. I got no answer once again and got out of the truck. I stood next to my driver's side door and again shined my light around. I didn't see anybody. Then I shined the light up to the window I'd first noticed him at and saw him standing in the same spot I was in now, looking down at me. I realized my job was to stop people from messing around at this site. But this creeped me out so much that I got in my truck and just waited until my boss eventually called back. He called the police, I guess because an officer showed up there about a half an hour later. He went inside the building and looked around but never found the guy. I didn't see him again that night or any other night I was there. I have no idea why he was there.