C (26:29)
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. 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 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 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 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, 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 way 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 work 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 deemed that impossible. The titles of the videos were 9991, 9992 and 9999. I couldn't even fathom what was happening, 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 happen. My boyfriend is now my husband and I'm wondering if maybe I brought something something back with me that day. Ennola. 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 to 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 the source. Friends who know this story suggest I do EDP or electronic voice phenomenon, but I refuse to ever do a recorder session as I am terrified to listen 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. Alright, this is going to sound 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 our 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 hayloft 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 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 6:3, 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 and front of me with Jay 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 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, Sabie, 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 this. 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 field and 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, 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. 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 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 laughter 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 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 for 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 tag 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 if 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 worse. 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 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 trouble 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 the psychos. I hatched my plan to trick the driver into thinking I was surrendering, but in short 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 six o'. Clock. The following story is true and took place on Thanksgiving Day in 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 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 only at the bar. When he invited me to the party, he did not explain the details and he sounded a bit fun 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, sex and race, talking and performing risque acts. I walk further into the crowd. I can feel the eyes of men and women stare me down and enjoy. 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 beamed down from the 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. 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 from 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 driving, I sat in the back seat and 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 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 side with my father. 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.