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Is everything else in the building? Could it possibly be 11pm already? I actually spent 5 hours playing this game. No way. I was scared sitting there in the dark. Is anybody here? I called. Nobody answered. Apparently everybody had their eyes on the clock except me. I couldn't blame my fellow guests for leaving me behind because this was a loud arcade and I was sitting inside a game where they couldn't see me. Plus, we had just met each other and they had no idea of the headcount. After calling out several times to no avail, I accepted the fact that I was alone in this pitch dark building. Every single game had turned off as well as every single light and you could hear a pin drop. Terrified, I decided that the best strategy to avoid getting hurt was to hold my hands out in front of me until I could feel the wall and then slide my hands along until I found the door to the outside. It seemed to take hours to get myself to the wall, never mind to get to the door to the outside. I kept walking into things and getting hurt. But finally my hand turned a doorknob that was heavier than the rest and I knew I had finally found the door to go outside. I was so thankful that my nightmare was about to end. As I opened the door, I realized that to my horror, when they said lights out at 11, they not only meant indoor lights, but street lights as well. I was standing outdoors in the pitch darkness on the edge of a mountain in an area that had recent bear sightings. All around me, as far as the eye could see was pitch black. I had no idea which was north, south, east or west. I knew I was on the edge of a cliff because the babbling brook from earlier kept getting louder and louder. So instead of walking with my hands out in front of me like I did in the building, I decided to crawl to make sure I was still on land. I would put one hand lightly in front of me to make sure there was still ground, and then the other would follow and then my legs. I had to crawl like this for hours, fearing that I would fall off the cliff at any moment. As the brook got louder and louder, fearing that a bear would come and attack me at any moment, wondering if I would ever be able to find my dorm. I was crying in the pitch darkness. I was praying like crazy. I honestly thought I was going to die. I was either going to fall off the mountain or a bear was going to find me, or I was going to tire from this crawling that I had to do, which was exhausting physically and emotionally. About three hours later, at 3 o' clock in the morning, I finally saw a light in a window. It must be a dorm. I figured I was going to knock on this window at 3 o' clock in the morning and I did not care. I just couldn't take this anymore. I stood there scared that the people would be mad that I was disturbing them at 3 o' clock in the morning. But on the other hand, I didn't care because I didn't want to die. A man opened the door and I burst out crying and tried to sob out my story. He took pity on me and gave me a lantern and pointed me in the direction of my dorm. By the time I reached my bed, the sun was coming up and it was almost time to attend the lectures. As you can imagine, all I wanted to do at that point was sleep. I was very thankful to be alive. I used to be in the Boy Scouts and spent many summers working on a camp staff as the pool director. Another staff member named Chris and I arrived two weeks before the camp opening for the summer to clean the pool, check equipment and get all of the canoes and rowboats out of the storage and cleaned up. The rest of the camp staff would not arrive until the next week. It should be noted that before working on staff, I had camped here for about 10 years and never had one single problem. This is a 600 acre camp that we both knew like the back of our hands. When you first enter the camp, you drive up a long road about 2 miles long and drive into a large gravel parking lot. At the front of the lot, off to the right is a large lodge with a gravel road that goes in two directions, straight ahead or to the right. By going straight, you can drive either to the dining hall or continue past and continue down the road past many different campsites and four different cabins on the three mile drive down. Ultimately, this road leads you to the back winter entrance to the camp at the lake where there are additional cabins and a parking lot. There are lots of trails throughout this area that led to all of the different campsites and cabins. About 3/4 of the way down this road there is an amphitheater surrounded by large cliffs with caves. Many of the trails crisscross through the cliffs and back to the top of the camp. The dining hall was located about 100 yards from the lodge at the edge of the parking area. About 75 yards downhill from the dining hall is a large swimming pool where the showers and changing rooms are located. About another 100 yards down the hill is a large pine forest where the staff campsite was located. The staff area had several small ponds around it and several large cabins with a road leading back to the camp's top. After working outside the entire day, Chris and I get cleaned up and meet his mom and dad in the nearest town for dinner. Dinner was great and we returned to the campsite around 9:30pm as we walked down the road to the staff area, we decided that instead of sleeping in the cabin, we would sleep in the staff tents that we had already set up because it was warm outside. All of a sudden we heard a truck turned down the gravel road. At first we thought it might have been the ranger coming to say hi as he knew we were there, but it did not sound like his truck at all. Luckily, the cabin we were standing in front of was back off the road so we could not be seen we hurried behind the cabin to the back entrance, unlocked the door, entered, and locked the door. Thankfully, we never had the lights on. However, the windows were open. As we snuck over to the window, we saw three trucks parked with four guys standing in front of them. None of them was anyone that was on the camp staff or that we had ever seen before. We thought at first that maybe they had a legitimate reason to be there. All of a sudden, we heard one of the men say, where'd they go? I saw them come down here. At the moment I knew they were looking for us, the cabin was empty, so we knew that they would see us if they came to the doors or windows. Luckily, there was a storage room across from the bathroom at the opposite end of the cabin that had a door in the floor with a ladder that led underneath the cabin as it is about six feet off the ground. If they tried to get in, we at least had an exit. We we heard the people at the front and back entrance knocking on windows, telling us to come out. We quietly crept down the ladder and moved slowly to the opposite end of the cabin. And we were able to slide out the end where a piece of the lattice was missing around the edge of the cabin. Once out, we had to quickly decide if we run up the road to our cars, which was about half a mile away, and risk them catching up to us in their trucks, or turn and run down one of the many trails in that area. At least we had the advantage of knowing the place if they decided to run after us. We snuck out from under the cabin and began walking towards one of the trails that was about 50 yards from the cabin. About halfway there, someone screamed, they're over there. We began running down one of the trails that we knew led to the middle of the camp, where there were many campsites, cabins, and areas we could hide. We could see flashlights running behind us and on the trails next to us. We quickly jumped onto another trail that led up to the amphitheater, where there was a hidden trail that led to the top. We knew we would be safe there because we would be able to see anyone that was walking up the trail. We finally made it to the amphitheater and to the top of the cliffs where where we stayed for what seemed like forever, but was only a few hours. We kept seeing flashlights off in the distance. Finally, the flashlights were moving towards the lake opposite where we were. We took the back trail, which took us around the far back side of the camp and to the top where the lodge and dining hall were located. It took about 45 minutes to reach the top. We then slowly walked back to the staff camp so we could get our keys. The staff area was about 200 yards from the parking lot where my car was parked, which is a different lot next to the archery range which had a separate exit. We ran to the car and drove out of there as fast as we could. We drove to the camp ranger's house which was at the very edge of camp by the main road and told him what happened. He called the local sheriff when they arrived about 40 minutes later. They searched throughout the camp and never found anyone. We never did find out who it was. We also never had any trouble the rest of the summer. I worked there the next two summers without issues. When I was about 16 or 17 years old, I was walking home from a party being held at my friend's house. The streets were dark and eerily empty as I strolled down the road that led to my home. The beeping of the watch I wore then notified me of the passing of the hour and I glanced at it to confirm the time. 3am I didn't normally go to parties or come home so late. In fact, I can count the times I came home after midnight in high school with one hand. But I was a good kid and my parents knew my friends well. All I had to do was let them know who I would be with, what time I would be back, and give them a call before I left my friends houses. And I pretty much had no curfew. As I wasn't really accustomed to coming home so late, I wasn't used to the empty streets. They were normally bustling with people playing and living their lives. The emptiness gave the walk a creepy vibe. I was about two short blocks from the bridge that led to my house when I saw a hooded figure step off the bridge headed in my direction. One thing you should know about that bridge is that it was a hot spot for mugging and other violent crimes. Crime. I was always told never to walk on that bridge at night and to go around the long way. I did mention I was a teenager at the time however, so of course I didn't listen. Seeing the hooded figure made me wish I had, however, as even from afar he gave off a threatening vibe. I decided that I was a tough guy and if the guy started with me, I would finish it. I continued toward him. Big mistake. As I drew closer, the strangest thing I had ever witnessed happened. From either behind or out of that hooded figure, another hooded figure came forth and fell in line with the first. Then out of the second, a third emerged, and from the third, a fourth. I couldn't believe what I had witnessed. It was almost as if the first guy multiplied into four people. Either that or they were walking in such a perfect sync that you could not see one behind the other. There were four hooded figures, all dressed the same, with the same height and weight, walking toward me in a perfect cadence. I have seen my share of crime, creepy stuff before that day, but nothing like that. Every instinct in my body was shouting for me to flee, and I decided at that moment that I wasn't as tough as I thought. I began to cross the street to take the long way around, and they also began to cross. It was clear that they were matching my movement. I picked up my pace and got to the corner before they did, almost at a jog. At one point, I was close enough to get a look at them, but all four of their faces were obscured by their hoods. I couldn't even see their chins or noses. It was just darkness, almost as if they had no faces. I was just about to start sprinting in abject terror when suddenly I found my backbone and decided I would not run from whatever they were. I took a deep breath and summoning all my courage, I turned around to face them. They were gone. I looked around for them, but they were nowhere in sight. They had completely disappeared. There was no place they really could have gone. However, they weren't close enough to any buildings to have gotten into. In fact, they were right behind me. I didn't spend too long searching for the creepy hooded figures, however, and 10 minutes later, I was home. As soon as I entered my house, my mother comes from out of her bedroom and approaches me and asked, are you okay? And thought maybe she didn't remember me calling her before leaving my friend's house. I'm fine, Mom. We spoke an hour ago. I told you I'd be home at this time. You did, she confirmed. But after I spoke to you, you I fell asleep. Then suddenly, I was awoken by an angel that told me, your son is in danger. Come with me. My mother was, and still is a Christian, as am I, so hearing her speak about angels wasn't uncommon. But her saying she went somewhere with one wasn't your average dinner conversation in my house. The angel led my spirit into a room where there were a bunch of other teenagers that were chanting around a table, and they had a picture of you on the table, and their words sounded foreign. It felt like they were trying to send something after you, my mom explained. I swallowed hard. What happened next? I asked her hesitantly. The angel prompted me to step forward onto their table, so I did and suddenly I was wearing this beautiful white gown and the kids that were chanting could see me and they all fled in terror. I think I disrupted whatever they were trying to do. Mom, when did this happen? I asked, although I already knew. Just now, like maybe 10 or 15 minutes ago, she responded. I couldn't believe it. That was about the same time those guys appeared. Was there any connection between my mom's vision and the four hooded figures? I don't know, but all I do know is that I don't ever want to meet those hooded guys again. This was a few years ago and I don't expect many to believe me considering it was also Friday the 13th. It was my best friend's birthday the night before and he had just turned 21. Mind you, we were all around that age at the time. I am Now a newly 26 year old male and what happened later that night still sends shivers down my spine. We had a compact but close friend group back then and had planned to visit our local pub to celebrate his birthday. The night went on and as we shared our experiences, talked and ultimately had fun fun which was the most important thing. We arrived at the pub around 8:30pm and got kicked out at 12am due to closing reasons. After that we chatted for a bit more outside the pub before walking home as we were all pretty drunk. The night was silent and dark, but thankfully not stormy. My house was on a slight hill in what I assumed a safe neighborhood. Before this happened, let me quickly say that I was living with my aunt at the time. I was walking down the street when I noticed someone dressed in black head to toe in my peripheral vision. They had their hood over their head so it was next to impossible to capture their identity in the dim streetlights, but they seemed to be in their mid-30s to 40s with a more muscular build. They were on the adjacent street from mine and coming towards the intersection I was walking through. I didn't think much of it as I thought he was out walking home or out somewhere. So I continued to walk and was almost home by this time. It was around 1:30am when I turned around to see the same guy I saw before following me. I was a little alarmed, especially since I had been drinking a couple hours before and my paranoia senses were elevated. Needless to say I have always been paranoid walking anywhere late at night. I started to pick up the pace to get some distance from him and to my surprise, he did as well. That's when I knew I was in a fight or flight response situation. Instead of trying to act all tough and risk getting myself jumped or possibly worse, I decided to sprint down the street since my house was on the corner of it. Of course he was right behind me. I ran up my driveway, slamming the gate behind me before abruptly opening the back door and almost shaking the whole house trying to lock it. What I didn't notice is that the motion sensor light we had connected to our garage didn't turn on when I came into range of it. I found this to be odd since we always kept on top of its battery life and the light was extremely sensitive to motion. The next morning when I felt it was safe enough to exit the house, I checked the motion sensor light and was shocked to see that it had been intentionally covered and turned towards the garage so that it couldn't be activated. I felt a severe pain in my chest when I realized that the man had more sinister intentions planned for me. I went back inside and checked with my family members and none of them had touched the light after I left for the pub. What happened Friday, October 13th would be the first and last time I have ever seen that person. What confuses me still today is how he knew I lived at that house. Often I enjoy walking my dog at nighttime. This is due to the fact that my dog is harder to walk when people are around with their own dogs, so we tend to walk around parks in the area when they become somewhat secluded. I am not a very big guy. I'm just about 510 and very lanky so I wouldn't call myself an intimidating figure. However, my 120 pound black boxer named Loki could be somewhat considered threatening to most. From what I hear, I figured his size would be used as a deterrent for anyone looking to cause nightly troubles. I was dead wrong. On one specific night in the fall of 2016, I could recall of an encounter that reminds me of why I am so reluctant to walk around once daylight falls. This specific park is one I have been to a couple of times and from what I remember this park is usually successful around 6:30 and later. Aside from a couple of joggers, there are very few other dog walkers. Not many people walk the same path I take. I also like to put on my headphones and listen to music while I walk, but on this specific night I chose not to wear them since my phone was on low battery and I wanted to preserve it as long as I could. Anyway, the walk was going as usual. Loki did his business and we continued our usual path. About midway on our walk, I realized that it had started to get really dark. Since he was done with his business, I decided to cut the walk somewhat short, and we took a shortcut that kind of led us off the path. This path had a bunch of trees surrounding the area, and there were still leaves on the branches. With that being said, I felt a weird feeling, as if I were being watched. I have pretty bad anxiety sometimes, but since I knew the town was safe, I knew that nothing was going to happen. But still, I could not for the life of me shake off the feeling of being watched. I peered back to see if anyone had been following me out of anxiety. And every single time, no one was there. In fact, no one was anywhere. This whole shortcut was essential, essentially secluded. Suddenly, Loki stopped walking and also looked back. I told him, loki, come on, boy, we gotta go. One thing I failed to mention was that Loki is a big coward. I noticed his tail was tucked between his legs, which is a telltale sign that a dog is afraid. I was also curious and a bit nervous, but I surely did not want to find out what he heard or noticed. I just wanted to get out asap. I pulled a little and he began to walk. But every now and then I'd see him peer back. After maybe a minute or so of walking, he stopped again, and this time he began to growl. Despite being a coward, Loki is a bark but no bite kind of dog. So I took this chance to see exactly what he was growling at. It was quite, quite dark, so I could not see well. So I used my phone's flashlight to see what was up. Trees, Just trees. What he heard was probably some kind of small animal. Once again, I turned around and kept walking. He continued to peer back once in a while still, but this time I noticed it was a lot more frequent. I just said to myself, just squirrel, squirrels, maybe a bird. And I ignored it. Then I heard what appeared to be actual footsteps and branches breaking. There is absolutely no way a small animal could have produced a sound like that. Loki turned around quick and still. With his tail tucked, he began to growl and bark at a figure that I could only describe as a man in his early 50s, possibly late 40s, appear from out of the woods. He was dressed in dirty clothing. His hair was long and was graying. He had one hand in his pocket and he said to me, nice dog you have. What breed is he? He's a boxer. I replied, oh, I love dogs. Mind If I pet him? He wondered. The man got closer and emerged from the trees. As he got closer, I realized that he was quite tall and a bit burly. Loki instantly got bad vibes. He ran behind me and started to bark at him. Actually, I do kinda mind. My dog here doesn't like strangers. Sorry, but it's probably not best if you pet him, I quickly stated. It's okay really. He seems like a friendly guy. Just a little pet wouldn't harm him. The man retorted as he got closer. I felt extremely uncomfortable as he appeared to get closer and closer. I don't know why this guy couldn't take no for an answer. I mean, I usually don't allow people to pet Loki unless he comes up to them first. If he's scared of you, then I usually do not want to freak him out by letting him be pet by a stranger. This is especially the case when said stranger came from the woods behind a few trees. I'm really sorry man. I'm scared he'd bite you or something. I told him as I began to walk away. Like I said before, I wasn't trying to be judgmental or anything, but the dude came from the woods and was possibly the one trailing us from before. I don't know why he won't just let me introduce myself to him. The guy replied angrily. This time. I began to speed walk. I was very uncomfortable and my fight or flight instincts began to take over. He followed us and kept muttering curses to himself. I don't know if this man was under the influence of something, but he did not let up. I won't lie, I started to get a little angry. Why can't a guy just take no for an answer? He began to match my speed, almost as if he was trying to catch up to us. Loki and I both took this as an answer to start sprinting a bit. Did I don't remember much of the running, it was all a blur to me. But I do remember the spine tingling feeling of hearing his footsteps rapidly increasing behind me. For a man of his stature, he was quite fast. I also realized that his intentions may not have been to just pet my dog. No one reasonable would go that far just to pet a dog that clearly wanted nothing to do with with him. I looked behind me and he was in pursuit. Maybe about 10ft behind me. He was chasing us. I'll never forget the look in his eyes. I have never had anyone look at me like that. A look of killer intent. All for what? Just because he couldn't pet my dog. My Instincts told me that he definitely had sinister intent behind that. Finally, the path led to the park exit and into the busier streets. I lived about 10 minutes away from the park. I made sure no one was following me and I even made sure to walk on populated streets. After what seemed like an eternity, we got home, but I knew for a fact that I was not going to get a minute of sleep. From my window in the porch, I watched all night with Loki just to see if anyone had followed us home. I also made a police report with my parents. After all, this guy seemed to have been quite suspicious and who knows what his true intentions were. Had his target been someone who couldn't protect themselves or run away, what would he have done? I also often ask myself, what if I was wearing my headphones and the sound of music drowned out the footsteps behind me? Ever since, I haven't walked Loki in that park. I have also made it a habit of mine to walk on livelier streets at night. If I could give anyone one piece of advice, even if you live in a relatively safe town, do not ever let your guard down. You never know what kind of person might be lurking in the shadows. Okay, so bear with me as I kind of suck at telling stories. Without some rambling, I changed the names for anonymity's sake. I'll give you a little background and then dive into the story. My husband we'll call. Michael and I are in our 30s. We have two toddlers. The couple I will talk about I'll call Liz and her husband we will call Klinger. Now let's dive into the story. I was scrolling through Facebook when I noticed a post on one of our local Talk of the Town groups. Liz posted saying she isn't from the area and wanted to know where everyone hangs out and she said she wants to make friends. Me being my outgoing self, I decided to comment saying, I'll be your friend. I know, I know. It was a very stupid idea on my part and I let my overly trusting and friendly personality get the best of me. Liz and I started Facebook messaging and quickly realized we had a lot in common. Klinger and I have mutual Facebook friends, so that made me more inclined to meet up. I arranged for the four of us to get dinner and hang out. We had a good time and shared the same sense of humor. It turned into Liz and I hanging out weekly and Klinger inviting Mike to play pool every week. Mike was working a very demanding job that made it hard for him to have the time to hang out and when he did have the time. He was too tired. Well, this made Klinger turn a bit crazy. Klinger asked if Mike could go to pool night and he said no because of work. Klinger completely freaked out. He started texting Mike saying that he was being quote unquote part time friend and that he couldn't deal with having a friend that didn't give enough effort. He said that Mike was leading him on as a friend. Naturally, Mike and I thought what the heck? What is wrong with this guy? Mike started saying that Klinger was overreacting and that he has obligations like work and family time. He said that he doesn't have to be Klinger's friend and to chill out. Mike ignored all messages from Klinger and we went about our days. Liz and I still hung out regularly, just us girls and figured that Mike and Klinger didn't have to hang out with us. I thought okay, problem solved. Wrong. Klinger started messaging me saying that he doesn't understand why Mike wouldn't want to hang out with him and that he wasn't being nice. I tried explaining that he's got a lot going on and to chill out. This just angered him more and he lashed out by saying that Mike didn't give enough me time and that everyone deserves that. He insisted that Mike take time for himself and have a guys night weekly. I told Klinger that him and Mike don't have to be friends and it's not a big deal. You would think I would have cut Liz and Klinger out of my life right then, but I thought I could be friends with only Liz. I then started to notice that Liz was becoming too clingy and would get mad if I said I felt like just hanging out at home instead of with her. She made me feel guilty for wanting to have time alone. So my idiot self fell for it and thought that it would be wrong of me to leave her to be lonely as she didn't have any other friends in the area. This in turn made me spend more money than we could afford as she always wanted to get drinks or food. Mike and I started arguing because Liz. Liz would twist things I said to her. Then Klinger would spit them out to Mike. I thought about ending our friendship but wanted to give her the benefit of the doubt. This all changed when I got a text from Liz asking if Mike and I would want to come over and do Molly with them. I am not into that stuff except for smoking occasionally, so I definitely wasn't about to go over to their place to do Molly. I said that we couldn't and I'm not into it anyway. Plus we didn't have a sitter. Liz had the audacity to say that I should bring our kids over with us and their kids could play with them. I told her absolutely not and she got mad that I said it was a bad idea. Meanwhile, Klinger is non stop texting Mike saying that he's a piece of crap alcoholic and that he doesn't give me enough time. Mike and I were totally taken aback as this came out of nowhere and I never complained about my sex life to Liz or Klinger. In fact, I told Liz that I was content with it. I did mention Mike drinking a lot at the time, but didn't go into further detail and it wasn't some big secret. Klinger then lectured Mike about him needing to quit drinking and that he's a piece of crap father just like his dad. My husband has his share of issues, sure, but he's not a piece of crap dad and he has dramatically improved since this occurred. Klinger then said that our kids are annoying and ugly. He told Mike that our son shouldn't have a pacifier and how we are intentionally screwing up his teeth. Keep in mind that they were around 16, 17 months and 3 years old with standard tantrums. Mike said that he was done with the conversation and that there was no reason for him to disrespect our family, which obviously included a few choice words. Mike said that he doesn't care what his sexual preference is, but it seems like Klinger seems to be looking for a boyfriend, not a friend. Klinger lost it and threatened Mike and said that he would break him in half. Mike blocked him on everything. Then I texted Liz saying that our friendship was over due to her psycho husband. After we blocked them, we didn't hear from them again, but I was nervous for a good month that Klinger would show up at our house and try to do something. It didn't help knowing that Klinger regularly went on the Dark web and hearing all the horror stories surrounding that. Also, at the time they lived about 10 minutes away. Thankfully, I knew beforehand that they would be moving to a city about 40 minutes away in the near future, so I knew it would be unlikely that I would run into them. So long story short, I learned the hard way that when it comes to friends, it's quality, not the quantity of friendships. We have a couple of good friends now and are more than happy with that. New year same extra value meals at McDonald's, so now get two snack wraps plus fries and a medium soft drink for just $8 for a limited time only. Prices and participation may vary. Prices may be higher in Hawaii, Alaska and California. And for delivery. Before I begin, I'd like to state that I am a paranoid schizophrenic. This will come into play later. This happened recently on July 6th at around 8pm just starting to get dark when I happened to notice a man walking around my housing complex. I saw this on my security security system with about six cameras in total. He is wearing a black hoodie with the hood up and a pair of ratty blue jeans and he had a wild looking beard. I see him walking around and think nothing of it until around 30 minutes later I see the man walk around near my house and notice him walking a bit too close to my car for comfort. He then just walks away and I don't see him for another hour. When I get an alert on my monitor with all of my security cameras that says there is a proximity alarm. I have each camera set to a different proximity alert and the two garage door cameras were set to around 15ft away from the camera. At this point it's dark outside and the cameras switch into infrared mode where I can get a better look at this guy. He looked crazed and had a small grin on his face face. It didn't look too obvious but it was definitely noticeable. I kid you not. What he does next is just downright terrifying. He looks up and then begins to stare into the camera with his wild looking face and just sits there for a good five minutes. He then tries the rear left door and fails to open it, then tries the driver's side to no avail. The crazed man begins to then knock on the windows of the driver's side door and starts pounding it. After a short period of time this guy was getting more visibly agitated and angry with each second he couldn't get into my vehicle. By this point I am already on the phone with the police and they say they'll be at my place soon. I get off the phone with the operator and just continue to watch what this guy is doing. He's still trying to get into my vehicle, then stops and just stares into my car with no regard to anything else. After 10 minutes two police cruisers come onto my street with their lights on and their weapons drawn at the man. He looks at them and starts walking toward them slowly. By doing that the guy got tased. I assume the guy had a weapon of some sort because why else would four officers have their weapons drawn? Then I hear a loud scream scream come from outside. Once the officers got the guy in cuffs, he turned his head back toward the main garage door camera and stares into it with the most deranged and insane look on his face. I give the police a statement and a USB drive with all of the footage of what just transpired and I am still waiting to hear back from the police. I am not allowed to show any footage from these events as there is still, still an active investigation going on.