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00:10of the stories I read start with a small creeping sense of unease. Well sometimes the real creeping
00:16dread comes from something we ignore our health like a nagging ache a weird symptom or just the
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01:18and find a doctor that fits you. This happened to me on Thanksgiving Day two years ago. The reason
01:30I remember it was Thanksgiving Day was because I was sick with the respiratory virus that was going
01:34around at the time. On Thanksgiving, I was past the fever and contagious part. I just had body chills
01:41and could not go five seconds without coughing and I could barely speak. At the time, I had promised
01:47a friend slash co-worker who would be out of town for the holidays that I would watch her cat as her
01:52cat is older and needs medicine every day. I agreed since she lives a short walk away from where we
01:57work. I agreed before I got sick, but I couldn't go back on my promise. I was also talking to a friend
02:04about how both of us wanted to go play tennis and bowling at some point since we both played in high
02:08school. I had kept my tennis rackets and bowling ball at my father's place since the dorm I lived
02:13in was extremely small. I live in a big city to go to college and therefore did not have a car as I
02:19used public transportation to get around. Because I was sick during Thanksgiving, I was unable to get
02:25back to my father's place for Thanksgiving, but I was extremely determined to get my tennis rackets
02:29and bowling ball since I only go back to my father's place a couple times a year. So if I didn't get my
02:34things on Thanksgiving, it would be another few months before we could play and so I was stubborn
02:39and dead set on getting my things. I had made a plan in my head. I would walk to the light rail
02:45and get off on a station closer to where my father lives, then ask my brother to come and bring me
02:50the stuff that I wanted. On the way home, I would get off the light rail and take the bus to my friend's
02:55place to check in on her cat and make sure she was taking her medicine. The transit system where I
03:00live is still very irregular. As I was waiting for the bus to come and take me to my friend's place
03:05on Apple Maps, my phone would keep saying that the bus was one minute away just for it to not show up
03:10and then I'd refresh it and it would say the next bus comes in 15 minutes. I would have just walked
03:16to her place and she lives not too far from the light rail station. But for context, at the time I
03:21was a 19 year old female, about 5'3 and I was carrying a 13 pound bowling ball, a couple tennis rackets
03:27and some Thanksgiving leftovers, along with being sick. I had been waiting for over 30 minutes for
03:34the bus to come and since it was about 9pm on Thanksgiving, the bus stop was empty and I was
03:39the only one there. As I was waiting, a car pulled up with a group of men who looked like they were in
03:44their early to mid-twenties. They were speaking another language and laughing. I assumed they were
03:49just friends dropping someone off at the station. After a few minutes, one of the men got out and the car
03:55drove off. The station was pretty big and I stood a little away from the actual bus stop since I was
04:01coughing a lot and didn't want to be near anyone. Despite that, the man walked over and sat on the
04:07bench directly next to me. I didn't think much of it at first, I just stared at my phone, watching the
04:13bus arrival time constantly change, and kept leaning out to look down the street for the bus headlights.
04:19A couple minutes passed and then I suddenly felt something on my shoulder. The man had gotten up and
04:25wrapped his arm tightly around me. My mind went completely blank. I was so confused and startled
04:32that I just froze up. After a moment, he mumbled something like asking if I was okay. I quietly said
04:39that I was fine and just waiting for the bus. A couple minutes later, he let go and sat back down.
04:46Red flags were going off, but I kept trying to rationalize it. Maybe he heard me coughing and thought
04:51I didn't feel well, or maybe he saw me leaning out to look for the bus and thought something was wrong.
04:57I knew those excuses were stupid, but I was trying to keep myself calm. People might be wondering why
05:02I didn't run or yell, but this man was well over six feet tall and easily twice my weight. He was also
05:08wearing one of those bandana-style face coverings. It was odd, but this was near the end of COVID,
05:14so some people still wore them. And we were completely alone at the bus stop. I didn't want
05:19to provoke him. A few minutes later, he got up again and put his arm around me a second time,
05:25sometimes even stroking my back. Luckily, I was wearing a thick puffer jacket. I saw my bus approaching
05:31and just stayed still, thinking everything would be over once I got on. When the bus got close,
05:37I slipped out of his grip and quietly said something like,
05:40my bus is here. He said something in response that made it clear he planned to follow me onto
05:45the bus. I know I should have told the driver, but I could barely talk without coughing, and nothing
05:51like this has ever happened to me before, so I was panicking. When I got on the bus, I stood up on
05:57purpose. Because of his size, I knew he'd have to sit, and if I sat first, he would sit next to me.
06:03Once he wasn't looming over me, I messaged a friend and tried to figure out what to do.
06:08I considered calling the police, but knew he would hear me, and I didn't know if he had a
06:13weapon. While I was stuck under his grip earlier, I was already planning what to do if he followed
06:18me. I knew I couldn't go to my friend's place. I also couldn't shake the thought that the group
06:23of men who dropped him off might be involved in something with him. The stop before my friend's
06:28place was the stop for work. I worked at a restaurant inside a large outdoor shopping center.
06:33It was around 9.30pm. Even though all the stores closed at 9, I knew the entire center
06:39had security and cameras everywhere. I also knew my co-workers would still be there finishing
06:44closing duties. The only downside was the locked front door, but the back employee entrance would
06:50be open. To get in through the back, I'd need to go through the outdoor trash room enclosure first,
06:56then punch in the code on the door. When the bus reached my stop, the man got off right with
07:01me and immediately grabbed my shoulder again, gripping even tighter. I had to take tiny
07:06steps. I didn't want to suddenly sprint and alert him if I wasn't close enough to make
07:11it inside in time.
07:13As we got closer to work, all I could think about was whether I'd be fast enough to break
07:17away and get through both doors before he caught me. Thankfully, when he approached the back
07:21entrance, the door to the trash enclosure was propped open, and one of the chefs and a co-worker
07:26were standing there talking with the back door held open. I used that moment. His grip had
07:31released just slightly from walking, and I slipped out of it and ran past him. I tried
07:36to tell my co-worker that a man was following me and to shut the door. Even though I could
07:40barely talk, he closed it right away. Not even two seconds later, the handle started rattling
07:46violently, and he started banging on the door. I explained as best I could that I didn't
07:52know him and that he followed me from the bus stop. We called mall security. While we waited,
07:58we could see the man pacing around the restaurant through the windows. After a couple of minutes,
08:03he walked into the ice cream shop directly across from us. Security arrived and asked
08:08me a few questions. The co-worker who had been at the door ended up driving me to my friend's
08:13place so I could check on her cat, and then she drove me home. A few days later, my manager
08:18told me that mall security wanted to know if I wanted to press charges. I said I wasn't sure
08:23yet and that I mostly wanted to know the man's name and what he claimed he was doing there,
08:27but my manager never followed up, and I never heard anything again. To this day, I have no
08:33idea what that man wanted, though I definitely have my suspicions. I honestly forgot about
08:38the whole thing until recently, when my same friend asked me again if I could watch her cat
08:42for Thanksgiving. That's what brought all of this back. This happened in early December,
08:57two years ago, when I drove up into the mountains to visit an old friend I had not seen in a long
09:02time. His fictional name for the story is Scott, and my real name is Jeremy. We had been friends
09:08since middle school, but after graduation, he moved out to a small mountain town with
09:13his family. Over the years, we slowly drifted apart. I stayed in New York City for work,
09:18and he stayed up in the mountains. We never fought or anything, we just stopped keeping
09:23up with each other's lives. So when he reached out to me out of nowhere and said I should come
09:27visit for a weekend, it made me feel kind of nostalgic and excited. He said it was the best
09:33time to come up because the snow added to the rustic rural vibe. I figured it would be fun
09:38to catch up. The drive up the mountain was extra long because I drove a bit slower due
09:42to icy conditions. There were barely any other cars on the road, and the sun went down around
09:484pm since it was December, and by the time I reached the area where he was living, it was
09:52already pitch black. He lived in one of those older wooden houses on the side of the mountain.
09:58There were only a few scattered houses nearby, all spaced out far from each other. He lives
10:03in a good area for skiing. If only I could ski. When I pulled into his driveway and he came
10:09outside to greet me, the first thing I noticed was that something about him felt off or just
10:14different. I hadn't seen him in years, so I figured maybe I just forgot what he looked
10:19like and acted like. But the way he talked was different, slower than he used to talk,
10:25and he kept pausing between sentences like he forgot what he was saying.
10:28He helped carry my bag inside, and the inside of the house was warm but pretty empty. Not
10:34much furniture except for a couch, a table, a couple chairs, and some antique-looking wall
10:39decor. He told me I could sleep on the couch for the weekend since it folded into a pull-out
10:44bed. I told him that was fine.
10:47The house had a long, dark hallway across from the couch that led to a bathroom and two
10:51empty guest rooms, which he explained were empty because this used to be his grandparents'
10:56house, and they recently passed away. He told me he lived alone here now. The hallway had
11:01no light at the end, and the doors were all open, so from the couch, all I could see was
11:06this pitch-black rectangle stretching into the back of the house. For some reason, it made
11:11me uncomfortable, even though there was nothing obviously scary about it.
11:15That first night, we talked a little bit about old times, but it felt strange. His general
11:20demeanor and mannerisms were more socially awkward now, but I chalked it up to the fact that
11:25living alone in the mountains for years could make anyone a bit weird. He barely made eye
11:30contact, and I did feel like he kept looking in the direction of the hallway. When it was
11:35time to sleep, he went upstairs to his bedroom, and I got the couch set up. I left a light
11:40near the hallway on because the dark made me nervous. I felt stupid about it, but the hallway
11:45really bothered me.
11:47I fell asleep, but at around two in the morning, I woke up to a thumping sound from upstairs.
11:52I quickly realized they were fast footsteps running across the floor above me. It sounded
12:00like someone sprinting from one end of the room to the other, then stopping and then sprinting
12:05again. The footsteps went on for about 20 seconds before just stopping completely.
12:10I waited to hear a door open or close or anything, but there was complete silence after that.
12:17I eventually fell back asleep, even though I was pretty creeped the fuck out after that.
12:22The second day was even weirder. Scott acted distracted the entire day, barely talking,
12:28barely eating, and whenever I asked if he was feeling okay, he would just nod without saying
12:33anything. I didn't understand why he was acting this way, being that he invited me here for the
12:37weekend for what I assumed was to catch up and rekindle our friendship. I also counted
12:42him going down that hallway at least five times throughout the day, and I never bothered to check
12:46what he was looking at. Since there was a bathroom at the end of the hall, I just presumed he was
12:51going in there, even though I never heard a flush. That night, the weather got worse, and a snowstorm
12:57rolled through. Wind slammed against the house hard enough to make the walls shake a little.
13:02It was awesome, honestly. I loved the vibe of being snowed in in a cozy place.
13:07I went to the couch and scrolled on my phone for like an hour, then went to sleep.
13:13Around two in the morning, I woke up again. This time, I heard soft scraping sounds.
13:20They were coming from downstairs, somewhere in the hallway. It sounded like something dragging
13:25across the wooden floor. Then it just stopped. But then, there was a sudden tap on the wall behind
13:32me, like someone had flicked it with their finger. I turned and looked down the hallway. I didn't
13:39leave that light on that night, so it was completely dark. I didn't want to get up. I did my best to
13:44just roll to the other side and block the noises out. Old house, I kept telling myself. I did fall back
13:51asleep, and the next thing I remember is waking up in the morning. The third night was the worst.
13:58By this time, I felt uneasy in the house in general, and I kept catching Scott staring at me
14:03for too long without saying anything, like he was checking if I noticed something. I almost thought
14:09about leaving early, but the snowstorm was supposed to last until morning. After dinner, Scott went
14:14upstairs early, and I stayed up on my phone, starting to question the point of this visit entirely.
14:19Eventually, I set up the couch and laid down. I shut my eyes and tried to sleep. But sometime
14:26around 2 in the morning, again, I woke up without knowing why. My eyes opened, but the rest of my
14:32body refused to move. I had heard of sleep paralysis before, but I had never experienced it. It was like
14:39being awake inside a dead body. I could only move my eyes. I couldn't even move my fingers. I started
14:46to panic, but then something made it even worse. I noticed movement at the far end of the hallway.
14:52At first, it was so dark that I couldn't tell if it was real or not, but after a few seconds,
14:58I realized what I was seeing. Scott was standing at the very end of the hallway.
15:02I could only see his outline because his face was completely hidden in the darkness. His arms hung
15:10at his sides, and he was standing perfectly still, like he'd been there for a long time just watching
15:15me. It was like a scene from Paranormal Activity. I tried to speak to him, but no sound came out.
15:22I tried to move or twitch or anything, but my body stayed frozen. I didn't even feel like I was
15:27breathing, to be honest. I could only stare. He stood there for what felt like an entire minute,
15:34not moving at all. Then, without warning, he slowly turned to his right and walked into the
15:39guest room at the end of the hall. He disappeared into the darkness without a sound. My body slowly
15:45started to regain control. First my fingers, then my arms, then my ability to sit up. Once I fully
15:53snapped out of it, I sat up shaking and sweating. I kept telling myself it might have just been a
15:58dream or a hallucination, since sleep paralysis can cause that, but something in my gut said it
16:03wasn't. I whispered his name to see if he would answer. Nothing. Against everything in me, I got up
16:11and forced myself to walk down the hallway toward the room he had gone into. When I stepped inside,
16:16the room looked empty, but in the far corner by the window, someone was standing. I could see the
16:22shape of a person facing the window looking outside. I couldn't tell if it was Scott.
16:28Either way, the sight was horrifying. I slowly backed out and then ran upstairs to his bedroom.
16:34I found Scott asleep in his bed, completely knocked out. I shook him awake and he looked
16:40confused and irritated, like he had no idea why I was waking him up. When I tried to tell him what I
16:46saw, he refused to go downstairs. I begged him to believe me that someone else was in the house.
16:51He would not even look toward the stairs. He didn't say anything, but his expression changed
16:57in a way that scared me even more. He looked like he already knew what I had seen. I then asked him
17:03firmly, Scott, who is that downstairs? And he just looked at me and shrugged his shoulders.
17:10At that point, I decided I was done. I didn't care about the snow or the time. I ran downstairs and
17:16grabbed my bag to pack my stuff. I kept glancing toward the hallway, half expecting to see that
17:21person standing there again. Genuinely, I just wanted to teleport out of that house immediately.
17:27When I got outside, the cold air almost relieved me. I brushed snow off my car and got inside as
17:33fast as possible. As I backed out of the driveway, I made the mistake of looking up at the house one
17:39last time. In that window of the room at the end of the hallway, I saw a silhouette. Surely that same
17:46person I saw standing in that room just before. That was the last thing I ever saw of Scott's house.
17:52After that weekend, he stopped responding to texts. I threatened to call in a wellness check when I got
17:57worried that he got murdered or something, and finally he responded saying, I'm fine. That's it
18:03though. He didn't respond to any further texts, so I stopped bothering. That was not the same Scott I
18:09knew from school. Whatever happened to him, and whoever that was in his house, it's not my problem.
18:16I'd be lying if I said it doesn't terrify the shit out of me though.
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