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So some background information I was 24 at the time and so was my husband. Our daughter was two at the time. We were on a road trip to go see family and about 20ish minutes outside of the town we lived was this big gas station with a wide variety of snacks. Whenever we go on a trip, we would always stop there for gas, drinks and snacks. Of course, it was the middle of the day in the middle of summer, so we pull in and my husband finds a pump to fill up at. We had all gone to the bathroom before leaving the house, so I left our daughter in the car while he filled up and went inside to fill our water bottles and grab some snacks. Like I said, this gas station was fairly large for the area, but not huge or anything. The bathrooms and water fountain were down a fairly secluded hallway. There was only one cashier and the line was kind of long, so I decided to buy the snacks first and then go into the hallway to fill the water bottles on the way out in case the line got longer. Meanwhile, my husband had finished pumping the gas and pulled into the parking spot right in front of the building to wait for me. But all of the windows were covered with posters and stuff so I didn't notice. Anyway, while I was in line holding our snacks and water bottles in my arms, a couple of guys immediately get in the line behind me. They were tall. I'm like 5'ten which is pretty tall for a woman, and I'd estimate that they were at least six foot. They wore very nondescript clothes, khaki shorts and blank gray T shirts. I didn't hear them speak any English and I can't 100% confirm what language they spoke, but it sounded Middle Eastern. I want to add that they were Caucasian, not that their skin tone or mine matter, but I want to mention this in case someone thinks I'm being racist. Anyways, it's not super unusual for the area because there was a big college town nearby, especially after having my daughter. I really don't like anyone Being directly behind me, even family. So I turned so those guys were in my peripheral vision and I looked at a display of kid toys while I waited. I do this move a lot when I'm waiting in line. And basically every time nobody notices or cares that I turn so I can see people. And they certainly don't move around while waiting in line nearly as much as these guys did. But one of them was fully staring at me and his expression was just plain unsettling to me. But he hadn't done anything, so I just smiled, gave a half nod and looked away while still keeping them in my field of view. They were whispering among themselves even though nobody could understand their language. And it wasn't exactly quiet in there. But I just had this gut feeling that they were talking about me because they both kept openly staring at me and nobody else, even though it was fairly busy. Then they started moving so they were directly behind me and for four minutes straight every time I moved because I was uncomfortable with them directly behind me. They'd move to be directly behind me again every time they would look at something on the display. But it just seemed so forced, like they weren't actually interested in the unicorn toys and were really just looking at them to be behind me about every 15 seconds for four minutes while we were in this line. It just kept happening over and over. They'd even go back and look at something they'd already looked at. They went back to the same unicorn toy four times. I felt like I was crazy because like maybe one of them has a daughter or niece who would like it. But every time I looked close enough, they were staring at me, watching me. I was already freaked out, but I just kept telling myself that they weren't after me or anything. But just to be safe, I decided to not go fill the water bottles and just go straight into the car. It wasn't worth the risk. I was still three people away from the front of the line. There was some sort of issue with a membership card that held the line up and more people had lined up behind the men. One was a middle aged woman with her teenager, 13, 14 ish if I had to guess. The woman saw my discomfort and how they kept getting behind me over and over. So she sent her teenager to see if the self checkouts were open at this gas station. It was a 50, 50 chance they were. They went down a lot. Meanwhile, those men were getting closer and closer. I'd already gotten as close to the person in front of me as socially allowed, but they were breathing down My neck even brushing against me. While they were looking at the displays of candy and unicorn toys. I was contemplating just leaving the snacks on the counter and just walking out. The teenager came back and must have whispered to the woman that the self checkout was open. Then the woman walked up to me, took me by the arm and led me to the self checkout. We watched each other's backs while we checked out. I looked up and I saw them still staring at me, except this time they looked fully angry at me. They were about to come talk to me when she grabbed my bag and receipt for me and walked me out to my car. Somehow she was just so smooth with everything. I don't even think her teenager noticed what was going on. Once we were outside and I saw my car right there with my husband and my kid inside, I gave her a hug and thanked her for her help getting me out of there. Then we parted ways. I told my husband about everything, trying not to get too emotional about it, just stating the facts about what they did and how they behaved. He seemed equally freaked out by my description of the events and wished he had had the chance to properly thank that woman. I ended up filling our water bottles at the next gas station and we moved out of that area about six months later. Anyway, if that woman ever sees this, you're my hero. Thank you. I don't think I can fully describe how deeply uncomfortable I was in that situation. I was genuinely scared they'd follow me to my car or something. I was an 11 year old boy walking home from school around 4pm I was on an empty road and about 5 minutes away from my house. There are a few houses around and a couple of alleyways. As I was walking, a 19 year old guy in a black hoodie was walking behind me. He asked me excuse me, are there any alleyways around here? Now I was a dumb 11 year old and I didn't really see that as a suspicious question. I thought maybe he wanted to use it as a landmark so he could remember where he was going. I pointed one out that was very close by and continued trotting along. About 10 seconds later I felt an explosion of pain at the back of my head and was grabbed and frog marched towards the alley. I realized that he had sucker punched me and even as I was being frog marched, I remember just thinking that this must be some kind of a joke. Then we got into the alley. On each side was a fence with stone posts. I was sobbing a bit here and he must have wanted to shove me up so he pinned me against the fence, grabbed my head, put it against the stone post, drew it back and and told me, just close your eyes. He then shoved my head towards the stone pillar in an attempt to knock me out. Luckily I threw my hands in front of my head to cushion the blow and I wasn't too hurt. He probably watched way too many movies and thought that would knock me out instead of just causing brain damage. He then decided this was getting too risky. The alley leads out into a common, so it wasn't that closed off. He simply just walked away and I ran back home. The police were called and last I heard he tried to do it again to someone else. Except this time the child's father saw him do it and he actually sat on him until the police arrived. No joke. I think we all know what his intention was. The story is 100% true and it's always creeped me out. I think about it a lot. About three years ago I was out for a late night walk in a park that was about two blocks away from where I lived at the time. It was a pretty safe neighborhood so I often felt comfortable walking around alone during the late hours. I remember it being around 3:30 in the morning. Don't ask why I was up so late or walking around during that time. Lets just say I was going through some things. In hindsight I know it wasn't smart, especially as a young woman. Anyway, I approached the park which was lined up with large bushes. There was also a street next to the park and on the other side of the street a large grassy field. Suddenly I had spotted a bald man carrying large objects wrapped in black plastic. He had on blue surgical gloves and a long plastic jacket. He seemed to be transporting these bagged items across the street from the park and onto the field. I kind of just stopped and watched for a moment as he began crossing the street again with more bagged items. He stopped when he saw me and then ran towards the bushes. He stuffed the bags into the bushes and hid in them. I could clearly see him and the whole situation just gave me bad vibes. I quickly turned around and started walking back home. I glanced back just to make sure he wasn't following me and I saw his bald head peering over the bushes staring at me. I started speed walking and when I was about a block away, I saw him sprint across the street and hide behind a large tree. Again, all I could see was his bald head peering around the side of the tree, just staring at me. By this point my heart was racing, but I Just kept walking quickly. I didn't want to run because I didn't want him to know I could see him following me. My thought process was, if a lion is stalking you, it's not a good idea to run because they'll just start chasing you. I just focused on staying calm and getting home safely. Finally, I reached my house and locked both the front and back doors. I tried to shake off what had happened and go to sleep. The next day was completely normal. I decided to walk to the park in the daylight when there were lots of people around, and I checked the bushes to see if he had left anything behind. Nothing. Later that night, I sat down to watch a movie. I decided not to go on any more late night walks after that incident. Even though nothing happened to me, it was still creepy and I realized it could have turned into a bad situation. You never know what someone like that is capable of. It definitely seemed like I'd caught him doing something suspicious. While I was watching this movie, I had got up to grab a glass of water. My kitchen has a window next to the sink with a view of the backyard. And I always kept the kitchen lights off at night so I could keep an eye on the yard without anyone being able to see me. Well, when I looked out into the backyard, to my surprise, I saw the man standing in the middle of my yard, just staring at my house. I knew it was him because even in the dark I could make out his big, bald, pale head. I immediately cracked open the window and yelled, hey. But he took off running, leaving the gate to my fence wide open. Since then, I never saw the man again. I still have no idea what he was doing that night or what his intentions were in following me home and stalking my house. But I don't think I want to know. To give some background, this happened a long time ago when I was about 19 years old. I'm now in my early 30s. I had just moved from New Mexico to California and was residing in the San Diego area. I got a job at a grocery store and my eye doctor was close to it. I had started seeing the eye doctor for contact lenses and glasses. My eyesight had always been extremely bad, so I'd go often to get my refills, etc. So maybe I overreacted, but to this day it pops into my head and creeps me out. The doctor looked a lot like the actor Lawrence Harvey from The Human Centipede 2. A fat older bald guy with piercing eyes. After about two visits one day I walked in to get an eye exam, and he had me sit down on the chair and rolled me up to his wheeled stool, placing the large machine that switches the lenses onto my face and had me lean forward. He had started making small talk, like asking how old I was, what I did for work, and so on. I started noticing, though, as he would talk to me, he was getting really, really close and it made me uncomfortable. Then he had actually started placing his free hand on my thigh and just kind of leaving it there. At one point I said something and he responded back with, oh, I see. Very good. Well, you're a handsome guy, so not surprising. After I left, I booked a next appointment with the from girls at the desk and left home. Later that week, I got a text message from a number that I didn't know saying, hi, this is your doctor with the eye care. Your contact lenses are ready for pickup. So I assumed it was the office and just responded back with, oh, okay, thanks. Well, then the number responds back to me saying something along the lines of, yes. So what are your plans this weekend? Would you like to come over and play some pool? I also have a swimming pool. At this point, I responded back with no, thanks. And I ditched that doctor's office because I just felt weirded out. I never bothered doing anything about it, but I thought it was creepy. So yesterday I was at a mall on my own because I needed some new workout clothes. I went to an outlet mall because it had some of my favorite brands. No big deal. It was really rainy, but it was a little bit busy. I went into the last store of the day and I noticed a guy was just staring me up and down. For reference, I'm a woman in my mid-20s. Anyway, obviously I ignored him, left the store, and then put up my hood to avoid the rain. The guy in the store definitely made me a little on edge, but I just left and made my way to my car. I get outside in the pouring rain, put my bags in the backseat, and then hop into the driver's seat and, well, the guy that had been staring at me from the store is now right in front of my car. He had his keys in the air and he looked like he was trying to find his car, but he hovered around me for a minute. I thought it might have just been a coincidence that he parked near me, but I was a little creeped out, so I turned on the car and then started to reverse out. He looked right through my windshield as I'm reversing out of the spot, and he just smiled creepily and waved at Me, my blood ran cold because in that moment I realized that he had indeed followed me out to my car. I'm not entirely sure what his intentions were, but I'm glad I didn't stick around long enough to find out. Ladies, always be aware of your surroundings. Avoid going places solo, and if your jurisdiction allows, carry pepper spray. This is a story I haven't told anyone except my family, but it's been bothering me for years. When I was a child, our family home was divided into three. One for my uncle and his two children, another for my mother and me, and the third, which stood empty after my great grandfather died. It was a large, ugly house that had been targeted by burglars before. The first time was before I was born. The second time I was five, and I actually slept through it. Another time, someone drunk was walking around our garden and rearranging things. Or every day at around 3 or 4am they were standing in front of our fence and looking into the windows. When I was seven years old, things calmed down a bit. My drunk neighbor went to jail, and with him, many of these types of incidents disappeared. I remember it was a big event because my family had finally allowed themselves to have animals. A neighbor was attacking other people's animals. We got three cats and a dog from a shelter. The other neighbors became calmer too, but I still felt uncomfortable. I was a nervous and fearful child. And after all these stories, I still didn't like being left alone at home. So there was an unspoken agreement that if my uncle or cousins were leaving the house for a moment, they couldn't tell me. It was so that I didn't have to be afraid. Unfortunately, my cousin, then 23, came to see how I was doing one day. We had chatted for a while, and then she told me she was going to the shop. Of course I panicked. I didn't want to go with her, but I didn't want to stay either. So I started crying. It ended with my cousin letting me go to her room and watch cartoons, which was a pretty big deal because she was the only one with so many channels on the tv. Her room was on the ground floor and had a window onto the neighbor's garden, who had a barbeque at the time. I remember she used that as another argument. If anything happens, open the window and shout to them. Then she left and I focused on the cartoons. I remember I had already watched an episode of Dexter's Laboratory and had switched to the channel that had the Barbie movie on when I had heard some sounds. At first I Assumed it was our pets. But the next sounds were more like footsteps, doors opening, etc. Did my cousin come back from the shop? I thought to myself. But I didn't even finish watching the Barbie movie. I remember being more angry than scared at that point and deciding to be quiet so that maybe it would take her a while before she threw me out of her room. But the noise was really annoying. Lots of footsteps, shuffling, and some barking from our dog at one point. The sounds were close to the room. My cousin had a door with a window back then. One of those where you can barely see anything or only see shadows. So when I turned around, all I saw was a figure in a gray and black outfit. Nothing special, no bright colors. It was really hard to tell if it was even a man or a woman. So I once again assumed it was my cousin and just decided to stay quiet, hoping she wouldn't come in. But then I was starting to feel uncomfortable because this person, whoever it was, was just standing there and doing nothing right in front of the door. Finally, the person turned right into the kitchen and I just went back to watching the cartoons. Only shortly after what everyone probably expected happened, I heard our front door open and a loud hey, I'm back. From my cousin. This time I also heard the sound of plastic bags. I remember suddenly being completely terrified. But before I did anything, my cousin went to the kitchen and nothing happened. No screaming, no fighting. I literally sat in her room now with the cartoon sound turned off, listening. But it all just sounded like normal unpacking of groceries. Then my cousin came over and I started crying. I ended up telling her what happened and she called the neighbors. Together they searched the entire house, but they didn't find anyone. Nothing even looked damaged. And in the next days, nothing at all had disappeared from our house. The rest of the family found out too. We confirmed that my uncle and mother were at work and my second cousin was at school. The day it happened, we had found our cats sleeping in my great grandfather's apartment on the second floor. But the dog was nervous and spent the entire search around the neighbors and whining. We never managed to solve it. But when I spoke to my cousin recently about it, she admitted that she had spoke to my uncle about it a few years after the event. And together they came to the conclusion that I must have just imagined something. That being said, I am 100% certain that I saw a person that day. Germany, 2014 after two years of stagnation, I decided to do something with my life. And despite my parents opinion I moved out. I also decided to continue my education, but in order to do so without help, I had to start two jobs. That's how I ended up in the basement with my roommate, Ryan. Fake name. The whole house belonged to his parents and had two floors plus a basement. The second floor was occupied by an older couple, the first by a woman whom I saw twice during my whole stay. The ground floor was empty. Honestly, living there was awful, even without the older couple fighting. Our ceiling was constantly leaking, and the windows were in a place where people could access them from the street. They would often stare at what we were doing. We had drunk people peeing on our windows, or kids trying to take something off the windowsill or get in. Summer was a nightmare, but after two or three months, I was so tired that I just stopped caring. You want to catch me undress in my own room? Fine. Another colony of spiders in our bathroom. Well, I guess my arachnophobia is cured. Time for a bath, Ryan. Taking my stuff without asking. Whatever. Two years later, it's 2014, it's August, and I'm sleep deprived. But I finally have a week off. No studies, no work, no responsibilities, just some good old rest. So I lie in bed and sleep all day. But around 4pm, I start hearing sounds. Lots of shuffling, slamming doors, and quick footsteps. Before I was fully awake, the door to my room had opened up. Someone grabbed me and started shaking me, saying, get up. I opened my eyes. My first and only Ryan. This man looked nothing like him. Ryan had long black hair, was very thin, and always wore a green hoodie. This man was much taller, more muscular and bald. But yeah, my brain saw all those differences and still thought, uh, Ryan. I remember saying, what? Can't you just see I'm trying to rest? And then I turned on my left side. Ryan didn't leave, though. He tugged me again, still saying to get up. I just said, no way, man. I don't care what you did this time. Get out. Though it was probably a lot less coherent and understandable. Well, Ryan left, and I heard him moving around our house for a while and making noise. Then I fell asleep. Two hours later, Ryan wakes me up again. He's panicked and basically just asks if I'm fine. I'm like, what now, man? Our kitchen in Ryan's room was destroyed. We also lost our laptops, my phone, Ryan's games and manga, some food from the fridge, and for some reason, my notebooks and a cheap, small bulbasaur figurine that I kept on my night table. After this police quickly arrived and thanks to the neighbors and their camera, we had footage of a tall bald man entering our property after 3pm, spending a while hanging around front and then going to the back. The police were not too happy to hear my part of the story. They looked at me as if they were wondering how I managed to survive after so many years. Ryan's parents were even less impressed. They spent days complaining about me and making up a story about how I should have fought to protect the house. My parents tried again to convince me to move back, when after three weeks, the situation only became even more irritating. That's when I packed my bags and actually did it. After that I had a few conversations with the police, but as far as I know, the burglar was never found. There are two pieces of context that you need to understand this story. Bear with me. I've had severe insomnia since I was a kid and growing up. I was consistently awake until the early morning. The second floor of my house at the time was one room. My bed was in a corner separated from the rest of the room by bookshelves and a wardrobe, but they didn't reach the ceiling and there was no door so I could see and hear everything happening on the second floor. The upstairs room had a door to the outside that was connected to a nearby hill by a poorly constructed bridge made of three long unsecured board boards. The door had bells tied to it because whenever I did sleep I would sleepwalk. This happened when I was around 11. I lived in a very rural area in the house I described. One night when my parents were asleep. Sometime in the early a.m. i heard an aggressive rattling from the outside door. Really aggressive rattling and bells ringing. No idea how my parents didn't wake up from the sound. It was definitely human, not an animal. I don't think they were trying to pick the lock though. It sounded like they had the doorknob in their hands and they were just, well, shaking the door as hard as they possibly could. Trying to brute force it, I guess. Mind you, they're standing on a few wobbling planks of wood around 10ft off the ground, so kicking the door down wasn't exactly a viable option here. They shook the door for several minutes, then took a pause before trying again. They did this repeatedly. As soon as I'd begin thinking they'd left, the rattling would start up again. They couldn't get in because the upstairs door was always locked due to it being unsafe and all, but the downstairs door to the house was always unlocked. We lived a considerable drive from the nearest house and the road was barely usable anyway, so we just didn't think we needed to lock it. Ironically, all this person had to do was try the front door. It happened a second time several weeks later, the exact same pattern. Shake the doorknob, stop, shake again. They still didn't try the front door though. After that they never tried it again as far as I'm aware, despite me going to bed every night expecting them, which is honestly the best ending one can hope for given the circumstances. I now live a nine hour drive from that house and life has gone on. It does kind of feel weird that I have no idea who did it though, and that I could meet them without even realizing. Maybe I already have. As far as scariest moments of my life go, this makes the top 10. It was that paralyzing fear when you can't move or scream. I couldn't alert my parents. I couldn't do anything. If they'd gotten inside, I probably wouldn't even run. To this day I have nightmares where something bad happens and I just can't scream. My parents still think I'm lying about all this. After talking with my brother, I found out that he was woken that night as well and heard it too. His bed was actually closer to the door so he could probably hear it better than I did. Despite not having many people, the area I'm from has a high murder and disappearance rate. There was a murder the year this happened that took place on the road I lived on. Maybe the guy they booked for that is my mystery culprit. I honestly don't know. So yeah, to the person who tried to break into my childhood home, I sincerely hope that I never get the chance to see your face. So me and my boyfriend like going out dancing on the weekend, which always ends with us stumbling into our favorite pizza place before joining the taxi queue. We've done this most weekends for over a year now, so have become somewhat friendly with the guys who own the pizzeria. They know us by name and they always make a big fuss over us and offer us a discount every time. Now here's where it gets freaky. Last night, a Sunday night at 11pm, my boyfriend and I were in bed because we both had work. This morning my phone started ringing, which was weird for that time of the night and I saw it was an unknown number so I ignored it. Next thing we know, there's someone knocking on the front door. All the lights in the house were off so we were clearly in bed or not in I had another call from the same number, and then the person started hammering on the door and flickering the letterbox. My boyfriend got up to answer it, even though I was a bit shaken up and warned him not to. If I had been alone in the house, I never would have answered. So he goes downstairs to answer the door and lo and behold, it's one of the two guys from the pizzeria holding two freshly cooked pizzas that we didn't even order. He said to not tell the other guys at the shop, but they were a gift from him to us, his favorite customers. My boyfriend took the pizzas from him and thanked him, but we couldn't get back to sleep for hours. We both just felt so odd about it. We have ordered from there once for a takeaway, so that's clearly how he got our address and my phone number. But it's still weird, right? So I actually have an update to this two years later, after the night the guy turned up to our house. My partner and I went out for drinks a couple of weeks later and ended up in the pizza shop. We noticed that the guy who brought the pizzas wasn't there, and I assumed that he was out on a delivery instead. Before we left, though, the manager came out on the back and said hello and then apologized profusely for the guy's behavior. And he told us that he fired him. He was very thankful that we weren't boycotting the place, and I assured him we wouldn't because we really liked the pizza. I'm not really sure how the manager found out about him bringing the pizzas to our house, but I informed the manager about everything else that happened that night. Well, the manager was furious, to say the least. He assured us that he wouldn't be letting him work there again, and my partner and I went on our way and went home. A few months later, we had moved to a different house and we never heard from him again. That is, until he showed up one night at our new house. He was delivering food for Uber Eats. I didn't want to take it further because we hadn't really heard or seen him in months. So we just left it alone and went about our lives. But then about a month ago, I was going through my message requests on Facebook and I saw that someone had been messaging me, or trying to for months. I went into the messages and clicked his profile and lo and behold, it was the same guy from before trying to deliver the pizzas. I blocked him immediately, and that was when I decided to report him on Uber Eats. I filed a complaint about him and, and I haven't heard anything since. But yeah, I've got no idea how he found me on Facebook or how he knew my surname, but he did and he tried to message me for months. So yeah, there's the update. Pretty creepy stuff if you ask me. This happened about seven years ago in the summer of 2014. I went to a local college for a few years and my two friends were back in town for the summer. All of our parents were home that night, so the three of us decided to drive around looking for a place to chill outside. We stopped at a local park right off the main road, pulling up this windy gravel road into an empty parking lot. It was a soccer field, so it was pretty open and the field was surrounded by a tree line. We got up and walked a little ways into the field, probably about 150ft from the car, and it started smoking and chatting. Now this area is close to a pretty big airport, so there are always planes flying by, and this night was no different. At this point it was around 9:30-10, so it was dark out. After less than 10 minutes, we saw another car's headlights pull up to the gravel road and into the parking lot. I noticed it was a pickup. It parked right next to my friend's car. The three of us didn't really know what to do and just kind of looked at each other. We looked very conspicuous and were a bit worried someone had come to kick us out. This was because the park was closed. The car turned off and two people got out and started walking towards us. We decided to just play it cool. They walked right up to us. They were a man and a woman who looked like they were in their late 50s, early 60s. The man wasn't wearing a shirt and he had cargo shorts on and was wearing glasses. The woman was paler. She had blonde hair that was a little scraggly and she also looked like she was wearing glasses too, but it was hard to tell and they probably didn't have as thick frames as the man. It was dark, so I didn't get a great look at them even though they were right next to us. The man then said, what's up? Are you here to see the lights? No idea what that means. We mumbled. Um, what do you mean by the lights? You know, the lights. He said, they're all over. Can't you see them? He then pointed at the sky and I realized he was talking about the stars. They're everywhere tonight. Look at the planes. They can't even get into the sky, the man said. As he was talking, he was looking at the sky and he would just randomly get excited and shout, look, there's one now. We looked up and we just saw some planes taking off and landing. He was in utter amazement over this. He looked like he was breathless with wonder and he had started wandering off by himself with his hands on his head, just looking at the sky and muttering. The woman stayed with us and had started talking about how they'd been tracking this movement for months. Those stars are angels, she said. They're getting stronger and stronger, which is why the planes are being forced to land. According to her, this night was the most active they've ever been. After a couple of minutes, which lined up pretty well with the woman's story, the man returned. He said, you know what this means, right? Jesus is coming back. His angels are getting ready. The planes are already going haywire and are falling out of the sky. They were looking at the sky and just kept pointing out planes that would fly by the stars, all of them, because there were a lot of stars out. When a plane would pass by a bright star, they would get really excited and act like the pilot just escaped death. So, yeah, the three of us are a bit freaked out at this point. They seemed pretty invested in this guy. So after a pause, my friend piped up and said, we should get going because it's getting late. They exchanged friendly goodbyes with us. I shook the man's hand and the lady leans in to hug me and I'm just like, okay, sure. And then she like actually kisses me on the cheek. I got a pretty good look at her then and I realized that she wasn't wearing glasses. And she had some of the most wild looking eyes I've ever seen. Open really wide with this piercing stare and they were like a bright blue, almost silver. Just a very, very strange vibe. That little part stayed with me the most. But we left them in the field and walked back to the car, making sure they were still in the field on the way. We were pretty much quiet until we got back onto the main road and then we all just said, what the hell was that? I had the feeling they were some kind of doomsday preppers or part of some fundamentalist sect and that the man was probably on some psychedelics or something. The woman was more lucid. I hope she was the one that drove. They didn't seem aggressive or like they wanted to harm us, but also a little unpredictable. Regardless, definitely a strange experience. Growing up, I spent every summer at My grandparents house in rural Tennessee. When I say rural I mean their town was literally a cluster of homes with a singular one lane road as the only way in and out. It was 45 minutes from the nearest freeway on ramp, 30 minutes from the nearest grocery store at an hour and a half to a Sam's Club or Costco. My grandparents still live there to this day and make that drive monthly. Yeah, fuck that. What I'm trying to say here is this is about as remote as it gets. I would play outside for hours on end and only see two or three cars pass by. It was around 11:30pm and my dad and I couldn't sleep because it was an especially hot and muggy night. We decided to go for a drive on the curvy back roads that ran through the hills that I absolutely loved and still do to this day. There was a scenic access site that was just a clearing overlooking a cliff about 15 minutes from my grandparents house. It wasn't very well known. It was down a narrow two track road with a couple of dilapidated trailers lining it every quarter mile or so. Due to the isolation and lack of any real police presence, the area was infested with meth heads during this time and there was a local rumor that an inbred cult resided somewhere in the forest. Keep in mind it was around midnight by the time we got to what you can loosely call a parking lot for the overlook. My dad has always had a bit of an intuition and he asked me if I really wanted to get out of the car. That made me hesitant myself, but I saw the amount of lightning bugs that were out and catching them was one of my favorite pastimes. Armed with a flashlight and a container with some holes drilled in it, we set off down the path to the cliff. We immediately heard sounds coming from the woods, then heavy footsteps, way too heavy to be a deer. And there wasn't really a bear problem in this area. The woods were unusually quiet. Besides that, then we both thought we saw someone hiding behind a tree out of the corner of our eyes. Here's where the situation gets a bit freaky. Once we made it down the path to the cliff, we saw a figure of a man. He was about my dad's height, 5 foot 10, but he was as thin as a rail. He couldn't have weighed more than £120. He wasn't there to admire the moonlight scenery. He was standing perpendicular to it, just staring off into the trees, perfectly still. My dad slightly nudged me in the direction of our car as I started walking. Back, my dad had shined his light on the man. As soon as the light hit him, my dad gasped and then dropped the flashlight before literally picking me up and sprinting full force back to our car. And as we peeled out of there, I had no idea what the fuck was going on. That man's face, it looked like a melted candle, my dad said after a few minutes of silence after we had pulled out into the main road. Apparently the man he saw had no nose, just two nostril holes in his face. The way he was described sounded like he might have been a burn victim. As we brought it up to my grandmother the next day at breakfast, she immediately turned pale. Apparently there was a meth lab explosion up in the hills a few months prior. Since then they had to resort to making their product in the forest and are very defensive, even homicidal, about those who wander into their operation.