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00:00I wouldn't call myself a very active person, but I do enjoy working out and running every
00:15now and then. You know, to stay in somewhat good shape. My friend Jay and I usually work
00:20out and run together, as Jay is always in shape and kind of trains me, if you will.
00:25Jay and I would often run late at night in my neighborhood since most of it is well-lit,
00:30and I live in a decent area. However, we stopped running in my neighborhood two months ago after
00:35this happened. The way my neighborhood is laid out is that there's a main road that connects
00:40to separate roads branching off, but ultimately they all connect back to the main road, which
00:44leads to a dirt path extending into local farms and larger properties. This is important to
00:50understand the situation Jay and I were in. One night, we decided to run from my house,
00:55onto a path that goes through the woods to one of the roads that branches off from the
00:59main road in my neighborhood. We planned to use that road to reconnect to the main road,
01:03then continue running to the dirt path before heading back to my house using the main road.
01:07I know it sounds confusing, but we took this unusual route to maximize the miles we could
01:12run, as our usual path, just running on the main road and back, was getting too easy for
01:17us.
01:17The run started as usual, with Jay and me running from my house to the path, talking
01:23about high school drama as we ran. However, we soon began to hear footsteps behind us.
01:29At first, we didn't think much of it since the path we were running on was frequently used,
01:34and we often saw other runners or people using it to cross from one area to another in the
01:39neighborhood. But as we continued, the footsteps remained behind us, mirroring our speed.
01:45When we picked up the pace and ran quickly, the footsteps followed suit. When we slowed
01:50down to a jog or a walk for a moment, so did they. At this point, Jay and I were obviously
01:56a bit nervous and freaked out, but we were almost to the well-lit road. When we finally
02:01exited the path onto the road, we looked back and saw no one behind us. We both exchanged
02:07the same what-the-fuck look, and decided it was probably just another runner trying to
02:12keep their distance from us. We continued onto the side road that led to the main road
02:17of my neighborhood and followed the main road all the way to where it turned into the dirt
02:20path. At this point, we were both still feeling good and decided to push on, running further
02:26down the dirt path. However, unlike the main road, this path had no streetlights and was
02:32lined with trees, creating an ominous atmosphere at night. Jay and I ran about a mile down this
02:38road before deciding to turn back. As we turned, I caught a glimpse of a dark figure quickly
02:43darting into the trees on the left side of the road. This immediately reminded me of the footsteps
02:49from earlier, and I began to feel noticeably uneasy. I told Jay that I had seen a figure jump
02:55into the trees along the path that we needed to take back. He dismissed it, saying I was just being
03:00paranoid and seeing things because of how far we'd run. I almost believed him and started doubting
03:05myself, so we began making our way back to my house. We ran past the spot where I had seen the
03:11figure with no issues, but just as we were about to reach the main road again, we heard rustling
03:16about 20 feet behind us in the trees. We turned around and saw a figure standing in the middle of
03:21the dirt road. The figure was facing away from us and was dressed in a black hoodie, along with very
03:28ripped and dirty khaki pants and black shoes. At this moment, I was more scared than I had ever been
03:35in my life. It felt like my heart was going to fly out of my chest. It was beating that hard.
03:41Jay looked at me, then back at the figure, and said, what the hell are you doing? But stopped
03:46mid-sentence when we both heard the person start laughing. It was an awful, cackling, cringe-inducing
03:53laugh. Then, as we stood frozen, the person turned to look at us, still laughing, before suddenly
04:00stopping. Now, he just stared at us with a glare that still haunts me to this day. His wide eyes
04:08and pale face burned into my memory. Jay and I exchanged one last look before running faster
04:13than we had ever run in our lives, sprinting the entire two miles back to my house. As we ran,
04:20we heard that terrible laugh again behind us, which only made us run faster. When we finally got back to
04:26my house, I threw up, then rushed inside through the back door, locking every entrance and shutting
04:30my garage doors. We sat there, panting, still processing what had just happened, and swore
04:36never to run in my neighborhood at night again. If you're a night runner, always stay in well-lit
04:42areas and bring a friend, just to be safe. As a high school junior, I ran cross-country
04:57and track, and I loved running alone. I wasn't the fastest on my team, but I had endurance and
05:03could lose myself in the rhythm of my feet hitting the ground. A woman in a quiet rural neighborhood
05:09near a forest preserve had hired me to run her hyperactive puppy, Izzy. She'd pay me $10 per
05:14run. It seemed like an easy gig. Izzy needed the exercise, and I got a little extra money while
05:20training. The area had scattered houses, abandoned farms, a cemetery, and the remnants of a disbanded
05:27cult commune. My parents had always warned me about running alone in secluded areas, but I figured I was
05:32fast enough to outrun anything dangerous. That changed one evening. It was just before
05:38dusk when I took Izzy out for a longer run. The setting sun cast a deep orange glow over the
05:44treetops, but shadows stretched across the road, making everything feel darker than it should have
05:49been. The only sounds were my breathing, Izzy's panting, and the rhythmic thud of my running shoes
05:55against the pavement. Occasionally, a bird would flutter in the trees or a distant dog would bark,
06:01but otherwise it was eerily quiet. The farther I ran, the quieter it got, as if the world was
06:08slowly emptying itself of sound. About two miles in, we reached a stretch of road flanked by thick
06:15forest on both sides. That's when Izzy suddenly stopped. Her ears perked, and she stared into the
06:21woods completely still. A low whimper escaped her throat. I followed her gaze. At first, I saw nothing
06:30but the dense trees, branches swaying slightly in the breeze. But then, between two trunks,
06:37a man's face peeked out from behind a tree. He was short, maybe in his thirties, wearing a hat pulled
06:43low over his face. A thick jacket despite the mild weather, and gloves. His eyes were locked on me,
06:51unblinking. His stillness unnerved me, but I told myself he was probably just a hiker or a hunter.
06:57Still, something about the way he stood, like half-hidden, watching silently,
07:03it sent a chill down my spine. His presence felt off, like he wasn't just some guy passing through,
07:09but something wrong, something that shouldn't have been there at all. I gave him a polite nod,
07:15trying to appear unfazed, and I started to jog again. My heart was beating a little faster now,
07:20and not from the run. A few steps later, Izzy stopped again, her body rigid, tail between her
07:27legs. My stomach dropped as I turned back. The man had moved closer. He wasn't behind the tree
07:34anymore. He was standing right at the tree line, just feet from the road, still staring. His head
07:40was tilted slightly now, as if studying me. A sickening realization crept in. He wanted me to
07:47know he had moved. He wanted me to notice. I felt something cold slip down my spine.
07:53My body was instinctively preparing to run, but I forced myself to stay calm.
07:58Maybe he was just some weirdo trying to mess with me. Maybe if I ignored him, he'd get bored.
08:03I kept running, trying to stay composed, glancing over my shoulder every few steps.
08:09At first, I thought he was gone. The woods looked empty again. But then,
08:13just as I turned forward, I caught movement in my peripheral vision. I turned back, and
08:19he was sprinting toward me. He had a butcher cleaver. A choked scream got caught in my throat
08:24as pure, unfiltered terror exploded through my body. I didn't think, I just ran. Adrenaline
08:31shot through me like electricity, and I pushed myself harder than I ever had in a race. My
08:36breath came in ragged gasps, Izzy struggling to keep up, her leash jerking in my grip as we tore
08:42down the road. I had never known fear like this before. A kind of fear that exists deep
08:47in the bones. A kind that tells you you're gonna die if you slow down. I glanced back
08:52only once. He was still chasing me. His face was twisted in pure rage, his mouth slightly
08:59open as if growling. The gleam of the blade catching the last rays of sunlight. He wasn't
09:04just running. He was running erratically. His arms flailing in unnatural motions. His legs
09:10moving almost too fast, like something that wasn't used to running at all. That's when
09:15I realized he wasn't breathing. I could hear my own frantic gasps. I could hear Izzy panting.
09:21I could even hear the distant rustling of the trees. But not him. His footsteps thundered behind
09:26me, his pace matching mine. But there was no sound of breath. Just that awful silence beneath
09:32the pounding of his boots. I reached a neighborhood and sprinted between the houses, zigzagging through
09:38yards, hoping to lose him. My vision was blurring. My legs were screaming, but I couldn't stop.
09:43I darted behind a shed with Izzy. Finally, when I was sure we had put enough distance between us,
09:50I pressed myself against the rough wooden wall, gripping my knees, gasping for breath. Silence.
09:56I swallowed hard, my heartbeat still hammering in my ears. Slowly, I turned my head. At the top of the
10:03hill, he stood, watching. The cleaver dangled from his hand, his chest rising and falling,
10:09as if he had just stopped running too. But he wasn't chasing anymore. He was just standing there,
10:14staring. We locked eyes. His face had no emotion now. No rage. Just that blank, unsettling gaze,
10:23as if he had simply lost interest. A minute passed, then another. A car's headlights appeared in the
10:29distance, beams cutting through the dark. And just like that, he turned and walked back into the woods.
10:35No hesitation. No hurry. Just gone. I didn't move for a long time. When I finally did, I took the
10:42longest route back to the woman's house, sneaking through the yard so I wouldn't be visible on the
10:47main road. My hands shook as I took my payment, acting like nothing had happened. I didn't tell her.
10:54I didn't tell my parents. I knew if I did, they would never let me run alone again.
10:59I don't know who he was. I don't know if he was part of the old cults, a drifter,
11:03or something else entirely. But I do know one thing, and never ran in that direction again.
11:08This is a story spanning nearly seven years, so I will try to be as straightforward and to the point
11:24as possible. I live in a suburban neighborhood surrounded by rural countryside. There's nothing
11:30but open fields and winding country roads around it, and it's practically impossible to get anywhere
11:35without a car. It is a very beautiful place, but very secluded. As a result, I often feel confined
11:42here, which has only gotten worse during quarantine. The first time I remember seeing something suspicious
11:48was when I was nine years old. My little brother and I, who was seven at the time, were taking our
11:54dogs down towards the front of our street, near the main road. We were casually talking and not
11:59paying much attention to what we were doing. Suddenly, we heard somebody call to us,
12:03hey, come here. A big, white SUV was parked at the start of our street, and a man was sticking his
12:10hand out the window, motioning for us to come over. I remember distinctly that it was a tall,
12:15white guy with curly blonde hair. My little brother started to walk his way, but I stopped him.
12:21I'm a very paranoid person, and I'd heard all the horror stories about kids being lured into vans,
12:27never to be seen again. I led us off in the other direction, back to our house,
12:32while also keeping an eye on the guy in the car. When he saw that we were leaving,
12:36he turned his car around and drove off. Upon arriving home, I told my mom about it,
12:41but she dismissed it, saying he was probably just going to ask us for directions or something like
12:45that. It scared me a little at the time, but I didn't think much of it until now.
12:51A year later, during Halloween of 2014, another incident happened. A black sedan was apparently
12:58following trick-or-treaters down the street. When a parent approached it, it tried to run them over
13:03before driving away and out of sight. To make matters worse, the license plates appeared to
13:08have been taken off. I didn't see any of this myself, but some of the adults in the neighborhood
13:13had made a big stink about it, and I was given yet another don't talk to strangers lecture.
13:18People were especially sensitive about this kind of thing at the time,
13:21since the murder of Hannah Graham had recently taken place in my area. Fast forward another
13:26four years to summer break in 2018. Some neighbors of ours were out of town on vacation,
13:32and they asked me if I could pet-sit for them while they were away. I had to go by three times
13:36a day to let their dog out, once in the morning around 8am, once in the afternoon after lunch,
13:41and once in the evening at 9. Their house sits to the right of our neighborhood, off the main road.
13:47To get there from my house, I can go to the end of my street and take a right,
13:51or I can cut through the woods and into their backyard. Going through the woods is faster,
13:56but the brush is very dense and the trees are close together, so I usually would just go along
14:00the street. One night, wrapped up in a session of cod with my friends, I forgot to let the dog out.
14:06When I remembered, it was past 10, and I rushed over, worried that he might pee on the floor inside.
14:12It was pitch black out, and I couldn't see anything but the beam of my flashlight and the glowing
14:17stars in the sky. Luckily, the dog had been able to hold it, so I let him out as usual.
14:23After he went, I brought him back in and was prepared to leave again when I looked out the
14:27window and saw a black sedan parked next to the driveway. This made me uncomfortable,
14:32since I was pretty sure it wasn't there when I first showed up at the house.
14:36There were no other houses nearby, and I knew for a fact that the owners weren't coming back for
14:41another few days. After debating what I should do for a few minutes, I finally decided to go back
14:47and cut through the woods. I did so, and got back without issue. To play it safe,
14:53I cut through the woods for the rest of my time pet-sitting, but I never saw the black car again.
14:58Now, these occurrences alone would not be enough to merit a story, but it's what happened recently
15:03that really terrifies me, and makes me question whether these events might actually be connected.
15:09I run for the track team at my school, and since quarantine had prevented us from having practice,
15:14I go running every day on the roads around my house. My street isn't very long, so I often run
15:20off the main road and other connecting ones. For the first few months, everything was going fine.
15:26I would jog around for an hour, taking in the scenery and exploring the various different
15:30country lanes. But about a month ago, I was running back home on the main road,
15:35when I noticed that a car seemed to be following me. I always run on the left side of the road,
15:40going towards traffic. This is so that if a car comes up behind me on a blind curve or in an area
15:45with low visibility, it won't hit me from behind where I can't see. The car, coincidentally a large
15:51white SUV, was on the other side of the road, going about the same speed I was jogging. This was
15:56especially odd because there aren't many cars on that road, and you can go much faster than on a
16:01busy one. Unsure of its intentions, I turned down a small side street with a cul-de-sac at the end.
16:08It didn't follow, so I ran down to the circle and went back home. However, the next day, it followed
16:14me again. This time, I saw it sitting at the start of a driveway, and it pulled out after me once I
16:20passed it. Like the day before, it followed me for about a mile before I turned down the same street,
16:26where it promptly drove off. This continued. Every day for a 10-day period, it followed me.
16:32At first, I thought that it might be going somewhere on a schedule, a schedule that just
16:36happened to coincide with my runs. To test this theory, I decided to run an hour later than I
16:41usually did. The first day I tried this, it wasn't there. The next day though, I was disturbed to see
16:48that it was once again following right behind me. This definitely unnerved me, but I was hesitant to
16:53tell my parents because I was worried they'd forbid me from running. Furthermore, it hadn't
16:58attempted to do anything yet, so I decided I could put up with it as long as I was careful and watched
17:03it closely. On the 11th day of being followed, I turned down the side street to see a black sedan
17:09sitting at the end. At first, I thought nothing of it. There were a few houses on the street,
17:14and it likely belonged to somebody who lived there. But as I began to get closer, I noticed something
17:20odd. Underneath the car, barely visible, was the silhouette of a person. They barely fit and were
17:27huddled on the far side to avoid being seen. I immediately got chills and ran off in the other
17:32direction, looking over my shoulder to make sure they stayed put. To make matters worse, I saw that
17:38white SUV, which usually drove away, was sitting at the top of the street, penning me in. I was feeling
17:45panicky now, and decided that I preferred the evil I knew to the one that I didn't, so I picked up the
17:50pace and tried to sprint by the SUV. When I was within a few feet of it, a man jumped out and ran
17:56after me. I easily outpaced him, and thank God that my months of training had paid off. When it became
18:03clear he couldn't catch me, he yelled at me to come back and said he just wanted to talk. I responded with
18:09two fingers, if you catch my drift, and I sprinted the remaining mile back to my house. I finally broke
18:16down and told my mom, who got me on the phone with the police. Sadly though, since I didn't get a
18:21license plate, there wasn't much they could do. They promised that they would look into it, but as
18:27far as I can tell, nothing has been done. These experiences have haunted me for the past couple of
18:32weeks, and with all my spare time, I've had a lot of time to contemplate the situation.
18:37After connecting the dots, it's clear to me that these men have been trying for multiple
18:42years to kidnap a child from our street. There are quite a lot of children in my neighborhood,
18:47which explains why they frequent it so often. It worries me that somebody less cautious than
18:52myself might find themselves in a similar situation and fall prey to these predators.
18:58I still have nightmares about the man who chased me down the street. He was very tall, with blonde
19:03curls, the same man who tried to abduct me when I was nine years old.
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