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Tis the season. What scary, weird, freaky stories do you have?
When I was a kid we lived in the country. For the most part, it was quiet and nothing too weird happened. But there were a couple of times I had some "what the fuck was that?" moments. The bathroom in our house had an almost full wall width mirror. So anywhere you were in the bathroom, you could see everything in it. I was in those wonderful teenage years and started to lean in to take a closer look at my hair and zits that came at that age. Just as I stopped leaning in, a distinctive "haaaah" sound came into my right ear. The noise like you would make if you were trying to breathe and fog up the mirror. My eyes darted to the right, because it sounded like it was right in my ear. Nothing. I looked around the small bathroom and there was nothing. I decided my teenage mirror check was good and left.
Another time, I'd been left home alone. It was summer, no a/c and hot. All doors and windows were open. Our living room was at one end of the house and the kitchen at the other. A long straight hallway with bedrooms off of it connected the two ends of the house. I was in the living room and got up to head to the kitchen. As my foot hit the single step into the hallway, I distinctly heard heavy boots walking on the sidewalk that went along the front of our house. The sidewalk literally ran right along the side of the house. The footsteps were headed towards the kitchen end where I was headed. So I bolted down the hallway, looking out the bedroom windows as I raced to other end to beat the footsteps to the kitchen and back door. I saw nothing. I hit the kitchen and ran out the door which opened to the same side as the sidewalk. Still nothing. I circled the house, looked in the partially wooded creek that ran beside us and couldn't see anything. I went back in the house, locked the back door, and sat in the heat with no fan (so I could hear anything), and kept a shotgun beside me the entire time. We had a long driveway from the main road, so I had time to sheepishly put away the shotgun before my parents got in the house.
I think I might have shared my "slender man" story before (wife was there too), but it happened long before anyone came up with the name slender man. What stories have you got?
When I was a kid we lived in the country. For the most part, it was quiet and nothing too weird happened. But there were a couple of times I had some "what the fuck was that?" moments. The bathroom in our house had an almost full wall width mirror. So anywhere you were in the bathroom, you could see everything in it. I was in those wonderful teenage years and started to lean in to take a closer look at my hair and zits that came at that age. Just as I stopped leaning in, a distinctive "haaaah" sound came into my right ear. The noise like you would make if you were trying to breathe and fog up the mirror. My eyes darted to the right, because it sounded like it was right in my ear. Nothing. I looked around the small bathroom and there was nothing. I decided my teenage mirror check was good and left.
Another time, I'd been left home alone. It was summer, no a/c and hot. All doors and windows were open. Our living room was at one end of the house and the kitchen at the other. A long straight hallway with bedrooms off of it connected the two ends of the house. I was in the living room and got up to head to the kitchen. As my foot hit the single step into the hallway, I distinctly heard heavy boots walking on the sidewalk that went along the front of our house. The sidewalk literally ran right along the side of the house. The footsteps were headed towards the kitchen end where I was headed. So I bolted down the hallway, looking out the bedroom windows as I raced to other end to beat the footsteps to the kitchen and back door. I saw nothing. I hit the kitchen and ran out the door which opened to the same side as the sidewalk. Still nothing. I circled the house, looked in the partially wooded creek that ran beside us and couldn't see anything. I went back in the house, locked the back door, and sat in the heat with no fan (so I could hear anything), and kept a shotgun beside me the entire time. We had a long driveway from the main road, so I had time to sheepishly put away the shotgun before my parents got in the house.
I think I might have shared my "slender man" story before (wife was there too), but it happened long before anyone came up with the name slender man. What stories have you got?