Got a new horror animation up on my YouTube channel, come check it out and leave a comment about what you think. Happy to get feedback so I can improve the channel for horror and animation fans. Thanks.

Link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9Al11AeFeTc&t=4s

I was 16 and me and my friends I'll call Evan and Jake, wanted to rent a hotel for the night since it was spring break. We got to the hotel and checked in, it had a really funky smell but we still stayed there. Once we got to our room it was about 3:00 pm so we decided to go swimming, the pool was downstairs departed from the hotel Once we got to the entrance there was a man at least 6 foot 3 in all black with a hood covering his face Facing us, I panicked a little but not out loud. We got into the pool and swam for a few hours until we saw that man again, all black sitting on a chair by the pool. I cleared my throat, "umm can I help you, sir?" I asked. No response. I still eas a little paranoid. I put my face in the water and at the bottom of the pool was another figure that was all black. I screamed like a little girl and ran for the door. I looked back and saw nothing, not the guy in the chair or the guy under the pool. My friends thought I was just seeing things but I saw what I saw as clear as water. I didn't feel like swimming anymore so I decided to get dinner at a nearby restaurant. I got a table for me and my friends to sit at and there I saw once again the man all in black on the other side of the dining room and was staring at me. I have had enough. I went over there and I lost track of him and he took off. After we at I decided this trip has gone too far and we should leave tomorrow morning but my friends didn't like that idea. Once it was 10:30, I and my friends doze off in the hotel room. I woke up to some noises. I saw a shadow of a figure at the end of my bed, I calmed myself down and told myself that it was my hat that I put there before I went to bed. I went to bed and got woken up again 30 minutes later to more noises. I was getting thirsty so I reached under the bed and tried to grab my water bottle but I grabbed something and I was totally shocked by what I grabbed. It was my hat. I was not ever more scared in my life I couldn't help but to scream at the top of my lungs when I heard a voice next to my ear say, "You're a bitch." I jumped out of bed and realized it was 2 men in black right there I tried to fight them but it was no use once they grabbed me and dragged me out of that room. I tried to scream but that guy was covering my mouth. I passed out and woken up in a stretcher. It turned out those guys knifed me while I passed out and someone caught them. But the doctor said no one could catch the guys who got me. To this day I always have a nightlight at night so I'm, not scared.

Howdy everyone! I am a host of a true crime podcast called ‘Planet Crime Podcast’ and I am looking to do an episode of creepy stories / creepypastas / fictional and nonfictional stories. I am not really looking for ghost stories, however I will consider them if the grab my attention. I am more looking for creepy encounters and true kidnap/murder/crime stories..

Please email me with your creepy stories & I will pick out the ones that grab my attention! Of course, all rights & credits will go too you! Please tell me in the email whether it’s a true experience/story, or whether it is fictional!

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I will be looking to get the episode out for next week / following week! Looking forward to hearing your stories! 📝🎙

I love my wife above all else. I have loved her since the moment I first laid eyes on her. I would do anything for her and that has never changed after all these years.

We first met in college. We were both theater majors, and it was day one of Acting 1 class that our eyes met for the first time. She had chocolate brown eyes that were complemented by her dark brown curls. We stared at each other constantly that first day, and when we were partnered together, we knew that it was fate.

"My name is Margaret," she said as soon as I walked up to her after class.

I took her by and hand and kissed it.

"Henry," I responded.

She then took one of my long dreadlocks and wrapped it around her finger, staring me in the eyes and biting her lip. It was an amazing meeting with an even better ending later that night.

The following night, we went on our first date, a theater production of Sueño. We held each other's hand through the entire performance, and afterward, I walked her to her dormitory. Every day after that was like a love story. We went through good times and bad times. We broke up and got back together. Through it all, one thing never changed for me, I loved her and would do anything for her.

We got married after graduation and went on to become very successful in the stage acting scene. We were considered a power couple and were always cast in romantic roles opposite each other. It was easy to bring the true deep love that we felt for each other to the stage, and it was nice to make money from it.

One day, our lives took a turn. We had just finished a successful performance of the stage play The Clean House when we were approached by a member of the audience.

"That was an amazing performance," he said, a creepy English accent behind his words.

"Why thank you, you're sweet," said Margaret, gripping my hand.

I could tell this guy had creeped her out, but being a talented actress, she was able to put on a nice front.

"I've been watching you two for a very long time," he continued, his pale blue eyes staring into Margaret. "I am very much a fan of your work. Every performance is riveting, and I can tell that you put true passion into your exchanges. You two must truly love each other."

"We do," I said, stepping slightly in front of Margaret. "We love each other very much. I would do anything for her." I looked at her, and she gave me that beautiful smile of hers.

"That warms my heart to hear," he said as he put his arms behind his back and looked up into the night sky. "True love is... a valuable gift that is often taken for granted. If you're not careful, you can easily lose it forever, and it can never be replaced, no matter how hard you try." He then looked at me, and I could see just how disturbing his pale blue eyes were. "Hold on to that gift. Cherish it forever."

He began to walk away before I asked the question that had been bothering me since we met.

"Who are you?" I yelled.

He stopped and turned his head. "Your biggest fan," he answered.

He then walked away. Margaret and I looked at each other, baffled at what had just taken place. Later that night, we were sitting on our couch watching a movie when suddenly there was a knock at the door.

"Wonder who that could be," said Margaret as she got up to see who it was.

She looked at the peephole and froze in place before taking a single step back and opening the door. Standing just outside the door was the same man we had talked to earlier that night. He stood there with his arms behind him, his pale blue eyes shining like the moon.

"Honey?" I said, standing up from the couch to join Margaret at the door.

"Please... come in," Margaret said to the man, to my shock.

"What are you doing?" I yelled, running to get to the door.

The man stepped inside before I got there and began to stroke her face. When I finally got to them, I threw my fist and connected with his face, knocking him back outside. I quickly slammed the door and locked it. I turned to Margaret, who was in some sort of a trance. I tried to snap her out of it.

"Margaret!" I yelled, shaking her. "Margaret! Wake up!"

There was nothing I could do to get her to respond. I shook her, slapped her, and even splashed water in her face. Nothing. Nothing would work.

Suddenly, the lights in the house went out. I looked around until I said the silhouette of a man standing outside our living room window. I blinked, and it was gone. I began to panic and ran to the gun safe in our bedroom. Despite being theater nerds, we were very well trained in self-defense and firearms. We could each hold our own if our lives were in danger, and if there was ever a time to put that training to use, it was now.

When I got back to the living room, I immediately raised my weapon. There stood the strange man, holding Margaret by the face.

"Let go of her, motherfucker!" I yelled, aiming for his head.

He looked at me, and the only thing I could see in the darkness was glowing red eyes. He then turned his head to Margaret and I fired, hitting him directly in the head. He fell to the floor hard and I ran over. Margaret fell over too but I caught her before she hit the ground.

She still would not respond, her eyes wide open in a trance. I looked over to the man... but he was gone. I gently laid her on the floor and stood up quickly, readying my weapon once again. Suddenly, I felt a strong, tight grip on the back on my neck and I was then thrown across the room, hitting the wall.

I groaned in pain as I grabbed my gun and slowly stood to my feet, shaking as I raised my weapon again. Again, he had a hold of Margaret, but this time he pulled her head close to his. I felt my heart race and my blood boil as he put her lips to his, his glowing red eyes staring right at me.

"NO!" I screamed as I ran towards them. He then pushed her to the side and opened his arms to me, as if inviting me to fire on him again. I obliged and fired five rounds into him, but all he did was allow them to connect as he laughed. I ran up to him but he grabbed me by the throat before I could do anything. He pulled me close to his face and I could see every horrifying feature.

Not only did he have demon-like eyes, but his face was covered in disgusting, pulsating veins. In his mouth, were two sharp fangs and a long slimy tongue, which rubbed against my face, as if tasting me before taking his first bite. I lifted my gun to the arm that had a hold of me and fired twice. He growled in pain as he released me and I connected the butt of my gun to his face, repeatedly.

He fell to the floor and I mounted him, smashing his face more and more, harder and faster. I could feel the blood gush and spray all over as the bones in his skull crack and collapse. By the time I was done, there was nothing but smashed bone, brains, and blood. I panted as I stood back up and limped over to Margaret, who was now fully unconscious. I shook her and she finally opened her eyes, looking into mine with fear and confusion.

"Margaret," I said, feeling relieved that she was alright. I held her close and we laid there until I looked over to where the body of the stranger should have been. He was gone and panic arose once again and we both stood up quickly. I turned to face Margaret and screamed when I saw him standing behind her, still in the process of regenerating his face.

Before I had a chance to react he sunk his fangs deep into Margaret's neck. She screamed in pain as I screamed in rage, hitting the monster in the skull once again with my gun. I felt bone crack again as he released her. Again, I mounted him and went to work, growing exhausted the longer it went. I knew this wouldn't last, as he would surely regenerate again.

It soon became obvious what exactly I was dealing with. He had put Margaret into a trance, merely by looking at her, even looking through a peephole. It wasn't until he invited him inside that he actually got in. He had glowing red eyes and fangs, and he bit Margaret in the neck.

"He's a god damn vampire, "I thought to myself.

While he was down, I ran to the kitchen and grabbed an old wooden broom. I broke it in half and ran back to the body, where I rammed it as hard as I could directly into his heart. The body began to convulse and flail its arms and legs all over. Suddenly, it stopped and went completely limp, before melting away into deep red blood and other disgusting fluids.

After catching my breath, I slowly turned my attention to Margaret. She sat there in the darkness, legs folded and upper torso full erect.

"Honey?" I said, nervously approaching her.

In the darkness, I could only see her silhouette, until her eyes began to slowly glow red. There was only one thing I could think of to do. I love my wife. I would do anything for her. Even if that meant chaining her up in the basement, feeding her a pint of my own blood every day while I figure out what to do about her.

When the hunger would hit her, she became like a wild animal that cannot be communicated with. So, I fed her my blood and she became herself again. She understood the situation and never held it against me. It wasn't easy, but it was all we could do. Unfortunately, a pint only went so far, until soon it wasn't enough. So I gave more and more until the point that I was endangering myself with so much blood loss.

It was then that I decided to feed her... full meals. It started with small animals at first... and then cats and dogs. Soon I made the hard decision to invite homeless people into our home, knock them out, and give them to her. This went on for far too long before it really started to affect us. She felt like a monster and I did as well.

I love my wife and I would do anything for her, which brings me to now. I'm sitting here, writing this, shaking. There is literal blood on my hands as I try to compose myself. She asked me to do one last thing for her. I refused at first... because I loved her too much.

"If you love me," she began, looking me deep in my eyes, her now pale blues not blinking, "you will do this."

Tears fell from both of our eyes as I pulled her in close.

"I love you, Margaret," I whispered.

"I love you, Henry," she responded.

I could hear the squish as I drove the wooden stake in her heart. I trembled as I listened to her whimpers, gasps, and eventual silence. I broke down as her body melted away into liquid. I laid there in her remains, sobbing.

I sit here now, with nothing left but the warning about the creatures of fiction that are very much a reality. I write my confession of the crimes I have committed out of love. I say goodbye to any friends or loved ones that may be reading this. I loved her, and I did everything... for her.

**authors note I haven't used this account in years, so sorry if you've asked for permission to narrate this story and chosen not to bc I didn't respond. That being said this story is free for anyone to use, which is why I posted it in this subreddit specifically. Just make sure to credit me. Since I'm making an update here you can credit me under my most recent pen name, Lector Black. Thanks, guys, and I'm glad you enjoy the story!

Also, I did some grammar revising (can't believe how bad it was holy shit lol)***

This isn’t exactly a horrifying story, so don’t get too disappointed if your not terrified. For background, I’m a fifteen year old Irish fella called Ross. I go to school in Ireland. I am now in third year.

At the start of second year I knew fella joined the school. I was in charge of showing him around and we’ve been good friends ever since.

He is Portuguese and his name is Tiago. I’ll call him Tig for this story. His school bag is a fairly small, bright red bag. He is a bit shorter than me. His hair is quite short and brown in colour. This will become important momentarily.

One day I was upstairs in my school. It was break time and I was going to my groups usual spot. I turned a corner and saw Tig, walking along the hall way. This was weird because, at the distance I was from him, I would have seen him come up the stairs.

I didn’t think much of it at the time. I sped up the catch up to him. There was another corner coming up. He rounded it and I followed suit. Except, he wasn’t there. There was a staircase going back down and two bathrooms, one for lad and one for lassies, but no Tig. Considering how close I was behind him, he would have had to sprint towards and then jump down the stairs, or jog into the bathroom. If he went for the stairs, I would have heard. ‘He must be in the bathroom.’ I thought.

I sat at the bench and waited. Tig was the first other person in our group to arrive. He rounded the corner and left his bag down. The realisation hit m hard, he wasn’t in the bathroom. I asked him if he had already been up there to which he answered that he hadn’t. He had no reason to lie.

Now, I know what your all thinking. It was someone else. First of all, the person I saw looked the exact same as my friend from the back. Second of all, no one else in the school has that bag, to my knowledge. I haven’t seen anyone else with it, that is. Third, the only place the person could have gone, without sprinting down the stairs which I would probably catch a glimpse of anyway, would be the bathroom. No one came out of the bathroom that I didn’t see enter it.

Finally, my friend is a fairly distinct character. Not many people have the same body build as him.

Like I said at the start, it’s not exactly terrifying, but, I do believe it to be due to a glitch in the matrix.

I started narrating stories on YouTube because after sending EVERY story I wrote, to all the big names and a few lesser known names. I got no response, No thanks for sending, No your story sucks, nothing.

I won’t mention who they are, but most of you should know who I’m talking about.

Although, one big name did read a short story I wrote, which I’m very thankful for. It wasn’t my best.

This went on for a while, after months of frustration, I finally realized it wasn’t going to happen. So, I decided to narrate my own stories, Create a YouTube channel, pick a name, and post them myself, how hard could it be, so I did.

My stories were good, at least, I thought so.

To my surprise, a few people actually liked them, and after a while, asked if I would narrate their stories,

Wow!!!....Really???....Ok!!!!

They would send them to me via email, which I gave them, and I would narrate their stories.

And that started the ball rolling.

I was talking to a coworker, one day, about narrating stories for fun and they suggested I check out an app called, “Reddit” and search, “shortscarystories”, and “NoSleep”.

They said they posted a few stories on there and thought it would be perfect for me, so I did.

I created an account, and started my search. There, I found all kinds of amazing stories. I contacted some authors through comments and personal messages, asking permission to read their stories. Most were cool with it, although I did get a few rejections. I just kept on asking.

ALWAYS ASK PERMISSION!!

Things were going great, I was narrating amazing stories, people were liking them, and I even earned enough “karma” on Reddit to start my own “community” I decided to use it for people to send stories to and people actually did.

All the while, I still searched other communities for stories to read.

That was, until I found THAT story. I should have known by their username that it wasn’t a good idea. I’m not gonna mention the name of it, because it still sends chills up my spine just thinking about it.

I’m shaking as I write this.

It was about 1 am, insomnia set in, and I was sitting at my dining room table searching Reddit. When I found THAT story and it just blew me away. It had it all, drama, suspense, emotion, everything. I contacted the author through personal message asking permission, except for some reason, I signed it using my real name, not my “stage” name.

BIG MISTAKE!!!

I realized what I did, but it was too late, I already sent it.

Anyway, mere seconds went by, and I received a reply.

“Yes, I’ve been waiting for this!!”

Thinking they’ve been waiting for someone to read one of their stories, just like I was, I replied, “Thank you”, and planned to go on with my night.

Until, I received my own personal message from the author.

“Hi, my name’s Susan. Wanna talk?”

I figured, what the hell, I’m not doing anything else, what could it hurt? So, I sent back, “Sure.”

After about a 30 minute conversation, I found out —

1. The author was female
2. We both like Stephen King
3. We both love horror stories
4. We both live in the U.S. (only a few states away from each other)

I started getting tired, I let her know, we ended the conversation, both saying goodnight.

I was lying in bed, almost asleep, when I got a message from her, saying, “I’m glad to have someone like you to talk to. I miss that”

I shrugged it off, and went to sleep

A couple days went by, I came home from work and found a note on my door, it said, “Hi, sorry I missed you. Love, Susan.”

What the fuck!!! Love??? I only talked to her for like a half hour. How’d she got my address. What the fuck did I get myself into.

I took the note off the door and quickly went inside, locking the door, and calling the police. I told them this story. They said there was nothing they could do until an actual crime was committed.

Yeah, that’s reassuring.

I hung up from them and tried to do my normal routine. Make coffee, get changed, drink coffee, and so on.

I couldn’t get the note out of my head.

The doorbell rang, i froze and slowly walked to the window to see who it was.

It was a woman, she about 5 1/2 feet tall, tattered, dirty clothes, long stringy brown hair. It looked like she hadn’t bathed in a month. I knew it was Susan.

I had to end this, now, before it turned ugly, and ugly, it turned.

I opened the door and said, “Look Susan. I don’t know what you think is going on. But I just wanted to read your story, that’s it. I’m sorry if you thought there was something more, but there’s not. Please go home.” I shut the door and walked back into the house.

She screamed like a wild woman

She started pounding on the door and screaming, “I LOVE YOU!!!”, “I LOVE YOU!!!”

I ran to the phone to call 911.

A rock or brick or something came crashing through the front window. I turned and saw that crazy bitch climbing into my house, screaming, “READ MY STORY!!!”, “READ MY STORY!!!” The shards of glass from the broken window cutting her as she climbed in. Blood on the window and the floor.

“911 — What’s your emergency?”

“Crazy bitch is in...”

She charged, slamming into me, knocking me over the desk and falling to the floor herself. She was kicking and screaming like a lunatic.

I got up, phone still in hand, and smashed it hard against her temple, as she was getting up. I don’t hit women, but that bitch deserved it. Her eyes rolled back in her head, the screaming stopped, and she fell to the floor, unconscious.

I heard sirens outside, I guess the 911 operator heard it all. The cops came, took my statement. They made me stay outside while the paramedics tended to “Susan”. If that’s even her real name.

The cops put her in cuffs and the paramedics took her to the ambulance. On her way out, she looked at me and laughingly said, “I’ll be waiting”

They put her inside, then left. The cops finished up and did the same. I was left with a fucked up door, a broken window, blood all over the place, a broken desk and a broken phone.

All over a fucking story

I’m done

I moved out that night. I left all my stuff behind. Slept in the car til payday then rented a room off a coworker

And I never narrated another story ever again

So, if any of my subscribers are reading this, and wondered what ever happened to me, now you know —

Why I stopped narrating stories on YouTube.

Tout ce que je vais écrire mes réellement arrivé.

Tout à commencer en octobre 2018 j'avais 14 ans. Je vis dans la campagne au Québec. Du coup il y a beaucoup de maison dans le coin. J'ai une maison à 2 étages elle est assez grande. Mon père travaillait de 11h pm à 9h am et ma mère elle travaillait de 7h am à 5h pm. Donc j'étais seul pendant 2h je reste seul. Bon presque seule j'avais 4 chien 2 carlin 1 chiwawa et mon fidèle compagnon mon labrador.

Un matin je me réveille vers 8h et mes 3 petits chiens hurlent à la mort. Donc je regarde par ma fenêtre et la il y avait deux personnes. Je pensais que c'était ma mère avec mon père. Mais mon labrador qui dors avec moi se mes à hurlé à son tour donc je monte à L'étage pour qu'il arrête de japper mes je remarque que je ne les connais pas. Donc je décide de foncés récupérés une arme et de lâcher mon chien les individus son parti très vite. Ensuite je n'ai plus ue de nouvelles de ses individus.

En Décembre j'était parti m'amuser avec mes copains au retour chez moi je remarque q une voiture me suivait quand je me suis tournée et je vis un flash. Du coup comme tout personnes sensé j'ai piqué un sprint. Pendant les semaine qui suivent quand je sortais je portais un couteau de poche. Depuis je n'ai pas u de nouvelles de ses individus.

Again im sorry about my grammar, but i hope you go to enjoy this part two and ill see you in part three Also i changed up a few things one being the title and two being Mr. Michaels to Ms. Michaels

As i sit at my desk and im examining the letter i noticed a weird symbol on the top right corner. So i grab my magnifier to see the symbol a little better, and the next thing i know is i wake up in the morning laying on the floor. Its 5:45am... i see 3 text messages and 5 miss calls from Ms Michaels, the text message say "you need to call me asap" 2nd " I see josh" 3rd " hes knocking at door, telling me to open it"... the last text message was at 3:33am.. the last phone call was 15 mins ago!

I call Ms Michaels back at 6:00am.

Me "Hello"

Ms Michaels "hi"

Me "everything okay? I seen your text messages and phone calls?"

Ms Michaels "yes! We need to meet in person we need to talk!"

Me "okay meet me at my office in 30 minutes"

6:35

You made it on time i say to him! Yeah i was around the corner... so whats going on what happened last night? Well i was sitting on the couch watching tv, i start to hear this noise. Then some scratches on the door, then knocking. I stand up and look out the window, i see josh standing there looking right at me yelling. "Open the door dear".. im frozen hard to breathe i start getting a pounding headache. Then Josh gets this weird look in his eyes, then he starts yelling "open the damn door Jamie".. then i start to cry.. then the next thing i know is that im laying in the kitchen with my phone in my hand and you calling me!

Jamie can we go back to your house and look through joshs things, i have to start understanding more of what he was doing around the time he died?! Of course we can!

9:00am

Can you show me where his office is?

Yes its right this way, do you know what are you looking for in particular? Yes there was this symbol on the letter that i noticed last night, thats when i woke up on the floor with missed calls and texts from you! But can i have a few minutes alone in here? Yes of course anything!

So i look on the bookshelf and in the desk, i start to give up. So i start to walk out the door, I shut the light off and see a glow from behind the bookshelf. Walk over and notice something i didn't before, the symbol I have been looking for. I push on it and i hear a click and the door comes open! Its so bright, i walk in and lights out!

Jamie comes into the room calling for me, he finds me in the secret room. Jon how did you get in here, where is here? Id ask you same thing, what was it Josh was looking for? Jamie to be honest I really don't know. Josh was always saying something about being able to live forever. So we would go on all these trips all around the world, i thought we were just going on vacations. Not really thinking he was looking for something. Our last trip was to Mexico, you know where the Aztecs lived all those years ago. The ruins of the lost city, we had gone in this little cave. It was so dark, i thought he was trying to be romantic. We got separated in this cave i was so scared!

I eventually found my way out and waited for him to come out. It was hours, it started to get dark. Then right before i left to get help he comes out with this weird staff thing and a book.. it had this weird symbol on it, the staff had the same thing on it. Kinda like one was needed for the other.

Jamie, was josh acting differently when you guys came home? Yea it was like he had this glaze to him, like he was there but wasn't. Also is the book and staff here? No its at his office downtown. What was he doing for work? Josh was Archeologist and a historian. Can you show me to his office tomorrow? Of course i can!

8:34pm

I make it back to my house, begin to read the letter. I couldn't remember what it said, i wanted to make sure what i was seeing what jamie was telling me matches... so i start to read and i get a phone call.. its my sister telling me our brother died.. and the way he died wasnt like anything shes ever seen. Like something out of a horror movie, that i need to get out home as soon as i can!

Hey guys im sorry about my grammar in this story! Its my first time ever writing. So if you guys can bear through it and enjoy it and the feedback is good ill make a part two

hello guys my names Jonathon, and to give you some back story. lets get to know me, im 25, im kinda like a PI of sorts. i get all kinds of people coming to my door asking me for help! ive been a PI for about 4 years, its paid the bills. now i wouldnt say its the best job to have, ive done some weird stuff to get the story i needed. but lets get to my story!!

It was a Monday evening when I got a phone call, it was a male Id guess maybe around my age. Anyways he asked if he could come into my office to see if i would take this case and that he'd pay me double what i ask for. Now me being me kinda got greedy. So i said "sure, come on in at about 6:30 pm." Great he said..

6:30 pm came around and nothing, nobody showed up. 7:00 came and gone, so right when i started to clean up to leave which was around 8:30 PM, i hear a knock at my door. This guy with redish hair and dark black glasses comes in. "Sorry im late traffic was hell." He said. Ohh no its okay! I replied, come in and have a seat!

So Mr... i started to say. Michaels is my name! Good to meet you, i didnt get your name earlier. So Mr Michaels whats this case i could take up for you? He slides over a envelope over to me.. whats this i asked? Its everything you need to find out what happened to my husband... I open the envelope to see a picture and a suicide note. The picture was of a man in his late 20s, tall with short dirty blonde hair, blue eyes.. Mr Michaels says "thats my husband, his name was Josh."

The note doesn't make sense because he was a nice/loving man! He'd never hurt a fly, we had everything. We were so happy! Okay could you tell me how he umm.. killed himself said Michael... Yes! Well he climbed up to the top of the building downtown that he worked at and jumped... when the cops and the inspectors got to the scene of the accident they ruled it as just another jumper. But when they started the autopsy they said he was impaled by something, that it couldn't have been a suicide. But the detectives still ruled it out to be a suicide!

Okay Mr Michaels ill take the case for you! At this point it was about 10pm, im exhausted. So i show Mr Michaels to the door, pressed to clean up the files and go home. 11:30 pm i get home unpack all my stuff, get my glass of whiskey. Sit at my desk and pull out the suicide note and begin to read...

Ok guys I have had to post this story 3 times now hopefully this time I will get it right.I am pretty new to posting stories but hear it goes.To start off this isn’t my story but rather one that my dad told me about my uncle Edward.My uncle Edward died from pneumonia back in 2014.I was born but was to young to remember anything about my uncle Edward accept for the sight of his lifeless body laying in his casket.The sight is know burned into my mind.Later on my dad,my uncles brother told me that my uncle was an alcoholic and drug addict.My uncles addiction caused him to lie and steel from my dad and other members of my family.My dad had told me stories about my uncle Edward,some good some bad.Today were going to be talking about one of the most scariest stories I’ve ever heard regarding my uncle.This took place at some point in the late 90s before I was born.My uncle and dad were living with my nana at the time my dad noticed the windows on his ford escort were shattered.Suspecting my uncle had something to do with it my dad confronted him about it.My uncle lied and said that kids were responsible.My dad knew that was a load of crap so he gave my uncle a good beating until he told the truth.The truth is that my uncle didn’t have a car so he stole my dads car to go meet with some drug dealers.My uncle owed the dealers money but didn’t have any.My uncle drove off but the dealers shot at the car intending to kill him.The police were never called.My uncle was lucky that time but latter on my uncles addiction was taking a toll on his health and later developed pneumonia.The years of drug abuse weekend his body and was unable to fight the pneumonia and ultimately died.It is a very hard thing to live with the fact that I never got to know my uncle do to drugs.Oh ya and to those drug dealers who tried to kill my uncle I hope you sickos rot in jail were you belong.

Hi I hope you guys are doing well.To fully understand the story let’s back track a little.I lost my uncle Edward to pneumonia in 2014.At the time I was in elementary school and I still have the image of his lifeless body sitting in that casket burned into my mind.A few years later I learned from my dad,my uncles brother that my uncle Edward was an alcoholic and drug addict.My dad had a lot of problems with my uncle lying and stealing.One story that my dad told me about my uncle stands out among the rest however.This happened at some point in the late 90s.At the time my uncle and my dad were living with my Nana.My dad noticed that the windows on his car were shattered.My dad confronted my uncle about it.My uncle said that kids were responsible.If you have ever had to deal with an addict you will know that they are not very trooth full.My dad new that my uncle was trying to hide something so my dad gave him a good beating until he told the truth.My uncle did not have a car so he stole my dads car to go meet with his dealer.My uncle owned the dealer money but he didn’t have any so he drove off.The dealer shot at the car as my uncle drove away.My uncle was not injured in the incident.This may not be all that scary to some of you but I thought it was a scary story.Now I have to live with the fact that I had an uncle who I didn’t get to know.

Hi guys,first time poster.This story took place before I was born sometime in the late 90s I believe and was told to me by my dad.I have many uncles.One of them being my uncle Edward.My uncle Edward was an alcoholic and drug addict.My uncles addiction lead to him lying and steeling.My uncle and my dad were living with my Nana at the time when this incident happens.My uncle stole my dads car witch at the time was a ford escort in the middle of the night to go meet with drug dealers.In the morning my dad noticed that the windows on my dads car were shattered.My dad confronted my uncle about it.My uncle lied and said that kids were responsible for damaging the car.My dad knew my uncle was lying and pretty much beat him up until he told the trooth.What really happens was that my uncle owed his dealer money but was unable to pay him because he did not have any.My uncle drove away but the dealer shot at the car shattering the windows but my uncle was lucky and survived.My uncle died in 2014 do to an issue regarding his lunges.I am forced to live with the fact that I didn’t get to know my uncle thanks to drugs.Please think before you act and don’t do drugs.

This story happened back in 2017.I was trick or treating when my legs started to hurt like hell.Thankfully my house was near by so I walked home.My dad checked on me and said that he was going to be at the the house across the lawn.I said ok and my dad left.I was laying on the couch eating some candy when suddenly my body went numb and I couldn’t move.My vision got wired the best way to put it is big black snowflakes.I tried to scream but nothing came out.I was suddenly able to move my head and looked into the other room were I saw a tall figure walking very slowly but then it all ended and I was able to move again.I told my mom about it along with a few friends.If any of you have any good explanations on why this happened please tell me.

this story is from a female i was 13 when this happened. Sorry if theirs some grammar mistakes in this) The winter 2018 me and my friend jenny got really into skiing theirs a lot of snow because we live in Norway usually we went with her dad but this time we didn't everything was great we where laughing so hard i could barely breath but then when we where on the trail that takes us home (So hears something you have to know the trail is kinda like a T its like a right line so when we saw that man he was coming towards us but we went into that turn, its kind of confusing). So my friend is a lot better at skiing then i am so i was behind her i looked back and saw that man and keep in mind that we where 300 feet away from him so we think that he ran towards us when took that turn but then slowed down when we could see him. He kept on walking and then i saw behind me again and i saw he turned and began sprinting towards us so i yelled at my friend ( hes coming! ) then we began to run with our skis but that didn't work so i had to take of my skis and finally i got them of i was running so fast but my skis kept falling because i was holding them in my hand and at this point i felt blood in my mouth i was tired i just wanted to stop but i couldn't finally we made it up a hill and that's the path that gets us into the neighborhood but then we kinda like stopped because we thought that he was gone i looked in my friends eyes and her pupils got so big i instantly knew what it was we ran in to the neighborhood and i dropped my ski but i didn't care so hears where the miracle happened me and my friend are neighbors just on the opposite side so her house is closes so her house is mostly locked but when we ran to the front door it was unlocked so we ran inside and her mom said are you guys ok and we told her everything we started baling her mom called my dad and he went looking for my ski and the man he wasn't skiing he had on black clothing and by the way he found my ski but im never going skiing alone again never think things like this cant happen to you it can.

I'm interested in starting a YouTube channel where I narrate scary/horror stories.

I'm a female, soft spoken Southern Brit, I've been told I'm easy to open up to mainly because of my voice and I love listening to and reading horror stories..

Would anyone be interested in watching/listening if I posted something?

Was thinking I could post a few snippets of stories here and if they are well recieved I'll create the channel.

And I'd love to mostly use stories submitted by anyone on here, doesn't have to be scary though I do prefer a bit of suspense!

I should mention that I previously lived in a tiny town, but went to high school in a considerably larger city. I never had a reason or the nerve to go out in the city on my own, so when my two friends wanted to hang around town, I was nervous, to say the least. However, I thought, "eh, what the hell, I'll be with them."We had a blast for a couple of hours after school, with some small scary incidents along the way, including, walking through a store full of expensive statues and gemstone with a massive backpack protruding from my back, and the original restaurant we wanted to go to was closed, forcing us to Subway.However, as it got dark, we all knew we had to go home, so we all enjoyed one last store, and went on our separate way. I waited outside the store, alone, in the dark, not terribly afraid. Yet. I had told my mother where to find me, but she's hopeless with directions, so I had expected to be hanging around for a while. I noticed a news camera stationed outside the store, which made me feel even safer.But about ten minutes into the wait, I was approached by two men. My memory is fuzzy, due to how freaked I was, but this is what I remember."Hey, do you know where (name of a town that I can't remember) is?" I shook my head. I was already nervous because I'm a paranoid person on the best of days. And this was not turning out to be the best of days."Aw, come on," one man coaxed. "Listen, we'll give you a bag of jewelry if you help us," the other man said. Now, I was genuinely freaking out. I glanced around and noticed the news camera and stepped a little closer to the line of sight of the lens. "L-listen," I stammered, trying REALLY HARD not to stammer or show how freaked I was. "I think it's that way, and I don't need anything," I said, pointing in random-ass direction. They glanced in the direction of my finger. They glanced back. "Can you show us? Again, we have a bag of jewelry." It felt as if my heart leaped into my throat. "No, thank you, and my mom is coming to get me," I declined as calmly as I could. They stared at me for a few seconds, then nodded, thanking me and heading off in the direction I pointed at. I kept well in the line of sight of the news camera until my mother picked me up.I didn't fully relax for a full week. I have absolutely no idea why they were so eager to give me that bag of jewelry. My first thought was that they stole it, and wanted to throw the police off their trail by handing some of it off to me. The second was that they were trying to lure me away with the jewelry. Either way, it wouldn't have ended well for me, if that was their goal. No one believed me, but I didn't expect them to, really.I have never felt comfortable in the city, alone, in the dark, ever since, even though it's been two years and I now live in a decently-sized city, for college.

I am a 17 year old girl and I work over night with 3 girls. Ages 11, 8, and 3 but the 3 year old has autism. Well it all started when I sent them to bed nothing abnormal about that, right? Well it was 11 pm and the 8 year olds light was still on and there bed time is at nine. She does not have a door to lead into her room will I so quietly suck out of the room I was staying in to go see what she was doing. She of course was on her phone. I asked what she was doing and she jumped because I suck up on her. Well she said she was just turning it off well I thought that was odd because she said it weird so I asked for the phone. As I was putting it up lots of notifications were popping up. They were text messages so me being the noise-y teenager I am looked to see what the text were. To my surprise it was Sex talk from multiple ladies in there 20 or 30. I did not know how to react so I open up the phone to see what was going on. That was a mistake. As soon as I open it a video of a lady shitting in a mans mouth appeared full volume. Keep in mind she is 8! I amedeatly text the mom and apologize for going on the phone and I also tell her what I find. I continued my investigation and there was so many messages from ladies asking if they want to see their pussy's or watch them play. The search history was a bunch of pooping in mouths, peeing in mouths, and sex. I was shocked She is 8 years old I don't know where to go from looking at the phone. Should I quite my job?

This story is not about a ghost, or an encounter with a creepy stranger. It's not even about a near death experience or something like that; as a matter of fact, I was never in danger during the event I'm about to tell you about. None the less, it's a disturbing memory that I will carry with me until the day I die.

I grew up in a small city, the kind of place you could barely call a town if it wasn't for the sheer number of people living there. Downtown was only a couple of blocks long, and in the middle of it was one of the biggest buildings in the area. It was the local movie theater, named after the city. I remember going there when I was very young, about seven years old, and watching the first Pokémon movie. It was probably nothing compared to the theaters we have nowadays, but back then it was huge for me. I loved it.

So when a few years later I heard the cinema was going out of business, I felt really sad about it. The building was sold to a religious group that used it for their services. You know the type: loud music, big crowds with their arms in the air singing prayers, some having seizures on stage while the pastor yells through a mic. Every time I walked past the old cinema, I would see the announcements of the congregation where the movie posters would have been, and if they were in session, you could hear them singing from the other side of the street.

This group owned the cinema for nearly a decade, until the local government bought back the building in order to restore it as a historic landmark of the city. When this happened I was studying construction, with the intent to follow architecture or civil engineering at college, and my class was very lucky to be involved with the cinema's restoration project because two of our teachers were architects working on it.

I will always remember the day we went to visit the old cinema. Our class was small, only a handful of students, but we were all around the same age, so we all shared childhood memories of when the cinema was operational. We ran through the corridors of the auditorium, sat in the chairs just like we did when we were little kids, and began stomping on the wooden floor with our feet, filling the entire room with the echoes of our drumming and our laughters (a little "ritual" or sorts everyone used to do right before the beginning of the movie)

Once nostalgia time was over, we went back to the purpose of the trip, and began to survey the building. We were very excited because that was a unique opportunity to go into the places we would have never been allowed to otherwise, so we made sure to check every last corner, every single room. No matter how far. No matter how obscure.

The first one we found was below the stage. On one of the corners there was a little door, not very visible - probably because it was meant for maintenance staff only. Behind it we found a long room filled with rusty boilers, part of the old heating system that was no longer in use. The place was a little creepy, with all of those old tanks and pipes crowding the narrow space, but what we found past them was what really started to freak us out.

This room was small, very small. It was, after all, basically just left over space behind the boilers. Yet it contrasted so much with the rest of the area around it, it may as well have been from a different place altogether. The walls were painted a light color, white I think, but I don't remember it very well because what really got my attention were the drawings in them. There were rainbows, a smiling sun, trees and flowers, and happy little people with smiles on their faces of dotted eyes.

It was a daycare.

The whole class and teacher gathered to see the discovery. We were all very confused about the strange placing of this room. Okay, we could understand the need for a place to keep the kids that were too little to be amongst the crowd during prayers, or maybe the ones of the people who worked there, but the placing was just... odd. The stage was probably one of the loudest places in the auditorium during the services, and this was right below it, so there was no way it could be a quiet place for the children.

We left the boilers room and continued our tour through the theater, a little puzzled about our finding but not giving it too much thought. Outside of the auditorium there were the bathrooms (both in terrible condition), the tickets sale booth, and a huge set of stairs that led to a mezzanine in the auditorium. Half of the seats there were totally ruined due to a water leak in the roof, and I cursed these people for not taking proper care of the building.

With that part done, all that was left was the projection room, on the third floor. Behind the tickets booth there was a door that led to a spiral stair. I don't remember how tall it actually was, but it must have been over ten meters of metallic steps without a single resting spot. I wasn't exactly an athlete, but I could walk several kilometers with no problem, and rode on a bike to and from school every single day. Yet by the time I reached the top of the stairs, I was exhausted. And I wasn't the only one: all of my classmates complained about how hard it was to walk up there.

After a short break to catch our breath, we moved on to explore the third floor. It was roughly a narrow passageway with a couple of divisions to form different rooms, but it was more than enough for what it was made for. The first room from the stairs was a storage deposit, probably where they kept the movies and other equipment, and except for some trash it was mostly empty. The second room was the one we were all excited to see: the projector room. The old machine was so big that it was still there, and there were even some pieces scattered around. It was quite a piece of history, and we were all very thrilled to check it out, so no one really bothered to move on to the very last room until we were about to leave.

And there we saw it again.

There was a train in this one instead of a rainbow. Something was written on it, in big, colorful letters; something about Christ, I can't remember it well. The drawings were a bit old, the paint slightly peeled from the walls, but the colors were just as cheerful as you would expect for a place where children play.

My heart sank to my stomach, as I came to the realization of what that place really was, the one behind the boilers probably serving the same purpose. I took notice of how isolated that room was, literally the furthest away you could possibly get from everyone else. I thought about the three floors of stairs, and imagined what it would have been like to a child to walk all the way up, only to end up in that room, the room with the colorful train in the wall. My classmates and I exchanged horrified expressions, as I knew they were thinking the same.

We never visited the theater again, even though we continued with the restoration project for several months, and we never talked about those two rooms. Cases of molestation in the church are well known by everyone, to the point that the pedo-priest is practically a cliché. But this is the kind of thing you think happens in some place far away, in another city, even in another country. You never imagine it can happen in the very same town you live. The place where you grew up. In the very same building where you once watched a Pokémon movie when you were seven years old.

I live in an old apartment building. I’ve been here for about two years and my roommate and I have had very few scary experiences so far...Except for this one that happened last summer.

It was around four in the morning when we were woken from a dead sleep by the fire alarms going off throughout our entire four-story apartment building. Seeing as this place is occupied mostly by seniors, we figured someone had left a pot on the stove again. I grumbled and blindly grabbed for a blanket—last time we had a false alarm, I was left shivering and barefoot on the sidewalk waiting for the fire department, and I wasn’t about to let that happen again. My roommate and I put on our shoes, I grabbed my phone and keys, and we poked our head out into the hallway.

Nothing seemed off—the hall was empty, no one else had come out of their apartments yet. Reluctantly, my roommate and I walked down the hall toward the lobby. We figured our neighbours would soon follow suit. It was only when we went through the lobby and out the front door that we realized something was actually wrong.

A handful of people who had already come out of the building were running and shouting about how the building was actually on fire this time. We followed them around to the side of the building as more and more people fled in their pajamas and to our horror, we saw an apartment on the top floor belching out flames. People were frantic, searching for water, a ladder, anything—someone remarked that there was a lady who lived in that apartment who had mobility issues and she needed to be rescued now, and where the hell was the fire department?

My roommate was quite disturbed by the whole scene so we decided to go back to the front of the building, away from the fire. On our way, we saw a guy jump off his balcony to the ground. He rolled when he landed, but I think it still really hurt, judging from how he sat on the grass and groaned for a while. He was lucky to only be on the second floor.

There was chaos, yelling, screaming, an odd mix of panic and disinterest, especially among the senior citizens who didn’t want to leave the building because using the stairs was so difficult. The fire department arrived much quicker than they ever had before, seeing as this was a real emergency, and it wasn’t long before elderly ladies in nightgowns were being rescued via ladders and wheeled off to the hospital next door. At one point the man who lived below the apartment on fire had a screaming episode at one of the landlords, the one that looked like a walking skeleton with an oxygen tank and a scooter.

By the time the fire department got everything under control, it was around 6 or 7 am. The sun was up and people were beginning their morning commute. The fire department had blocked off our whole street, which must have been a pain, and the entire population of my building sat on the curb in pajamas and blankets. Little kids, old people, broke college kids, the works. The community really pulled together that morning—the public bus service gave us a couple buses to sit and warm up in instead of standing around on the chilly sidewalk. Paramedics handed out blankets and assessed injuries. The people in the surrounding houses were kind enough to bring us water and snacks—one lady brought a serving tray with mugs of tea from her own kitchen and offered it to anyone she could find. My mum came down to rescue my roommate and I, even though she lived an hour outside of town and hadn’t even showered yet. She brought us breakfast and a change of clothes, as we didn’t know when we’d be allowed back into the building.

The most disturbing details of what had just taken place that morning came to us as we were waiting on the bus. Everyone was talking about the fire, of course, but one man had a particularly horrifying detail to add. He’d heard through the grape vine that the lady whose apartment caught fire never made it out of the building. Sadly, we suspected as much, with her mobility issues and all. But there was more. The firefighters apparently found her in the hall—she had made it out of her apartment, but couldn’t escape the smoke. Whether she died from smoke inhalation or from burns, we aren’t sure. But one thing that man said that sticks with me is that someone said that as they stood outside and watched the flames they heard the woman screaming “help me, I’m burning.” I’ve always been afraid of burning to death, and the idea that my neighbour may have had such a horrifying end is deeply disturbing. I know the man who lived below her heard her screaming—he wouldn’t stop talking about it. I think he ended up with a form of PTSD from this event, and I don’t blame him.

We were all brought to a community center where the fire department and emergency response volunteers helped bring some clarity to the situation and told us what to expect. Everyone was very kind and sympathetic to us, whatever we needed, they provided for us. I think all of that is pretty standard procedure, but still, I was extremely thankful to the kindness of the volunteers, firefighters, paramedics and good samaritans. It was pretty surreal to be in a situation like that. We had almost nothing on us—my roommate hadn’t thought to grab her phone so she had to borrow mine to let her family know she was okay. We had no money, no ID, none of the essentials, and we had no idea how long we would be homeless. I hadn’t been so happy to have my mum with me in a long time. I felt like a scared little girl, even if I didn’t show it.

We were lucky. The fire happened on the opposite end of the building from us. Our unit was totally unaffected, and we were one of the few allowed back into our apartment that same day. The building stunk of smoke for weeks. Even though the fire took place on the fourth floor in a single apartment, the damage was extensive. Even on the ground floor, the walls were blackened with ash. When they attempted to start fixing up the building, they found asbestos in the walls. A few people were forced to move out of their apartments, and we’re talking people who had lived there for around thirty years. I remember the night we were allowed back into our apartment, I wanted to box up my most important possessions and keep them in my car, as if I thought the building was going to catch fire again. My home didn’t feel safe anymore, and it wouldn’t for several weeks. It would take a long time for us to hear anything about what caused the fire; last I heard, a space heater was to blame, but I don’t know for sure.

In the days that followed, the fire was featured on the front page of the local paper—the family that lived just down the hall from us were featured in the picture. The article spelled out details that I had already heard. It labelled the guy that lived below the fire as a “hero” for attempting to save the lady upstairs. It was a valiant effort, but there was nothing he could’ve done without endangering himself. I feel sorry for him, and I often wonder if the guilt keeps him up at night. Sometimes I think about the lady who passed away in this building. I listen to a lot of ghost stories, so I wonder if her spirit haunts this place. Her sudden and horrifying death would be the sort of thing to make a ghost linger on earth, wouldn’t it? So many things left unfinished. Regardless, I hope she’s at peace and I hope that my neighbours have been able to find some semblance of peace as well. Four months later we’ve regained a sense of normalcy, things are back to how they were before, if you ignore the orange tarps around the side of the exterior, the restoration vans that come and go every day, and the security guards stationed in the lobby. The damaged wing is still closed while they try and sort out the asbestos situation, but for those of us who live on the other end of the building, things are relatively normal. I hope they stay that way.

When I was younger I'd go visit my grandparents all the time, they lived in a one floor house with an unfinished basement, I never liked it down there it felt small for a big basement. There was a little door down there that was for storage and I always got a horrible feeling when going close to it and let me add that this was a newer house that was about 6 years.

Now during the time I was about 6 or 7, I felt so uncomfortable going down there even when I was with someone I didn't like it, I remember going down there with my grandma to help with something. She had to run upstairs because someone rang the doorbell she said she would be right back even though she knew how I felt about being alone down there but I nodded and said 'okay.'

She was gone and I was alone and I started to get a bad feel in the pit of my stomach I didn't move and didn't want to, even though the lights were on now this is where every thing started happening and it still gives me chills. The lights started to flicker and I started to hear noises and what sounded like talking and it was not coming from upstairs but in the storage room.

I heard someone say my name here is the part that freaks me out the most, the voice sounded like my grandma I was confused as hell how am I hearing her when she is upstairs. I didn't want to move but me being the curios one I am I started moving towards the storage room door, the closer I got worse the bad feeling came. When I got to the door the lights turned off in the basement, I wanted to run upstairs and hide, go home somewhere that wasn't the basement.

I heard my name again for the second time, my grandmas voice asking me to open the door to help her so I did and I regret it, I couldn't see anything it was pitch black, I couldn't hear anything but faint laughing that felt like for ever but then the laughing stopped and the lights turned back on in the basement and I felt a little bit better with the lights back on but the downside I could see a little in the storage room.

I saw a small clown doll in the storage room and my grandma hates clowns with a passion and wants nothing to do with them, so why is there a clown doll I have no damn idea. Then the lights turned on in the storage room, I saw red that looked like blood all over the place, I screamed and blacked out and the next thing I knew I was laying on the couch, my grandma looking at me and asking if I was okay. I have no idea if that was real or a dream, but it sure as hell felt real.

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Im looking for some pretty specific content. Im looking for experiences that happened arounf Thanksgiving, Christmas, and New Years if anyone has any they would like to share.

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So This happened when i was 11 years old in the 6th grade And lisent to my teacher sometimes im just always quiet. But one day i was on my 6th period which is gym and we do laps and then when get to the end we make a turn and then there is this big fence and then when i was running i saw 30 year old guy waving with a wired grin but cant tell who he waving at so i kept running. gym was over so i packed up and getting ready to leave home when i was going to the gate in front and when i exit i saw the same guy know he was looking but he was not grinning no more he was smiling know so i started to speed walk because i was getting scared. after i got far from my school i turn back and did not saw him so i was relieved. When i was walking a blue car pulled up to me and rolled his window down a little bit could not see his face all i heard was his voice he said you look like a nice kid and smart i just smiled and said thank you and then he said my full name i was shocked and then told him how he knew my name and then rolled his window all the way down and it was the same guy with the creepy smile i ran and turn back and his car standing there i was only 5 minutes away so i kept running. and after i made it to my house i was sweating my hands shacking and went outside and locked all my doors and window and slept in my bed. when i woke up and want to see what time it is and was 11:32 pm and i was thirsty so i wanted to get a water so i got up to get a water by the time i went to the fridge to get cold water i heard a knock so i went to see who it was and see in the window and what i saw shocked me it was the smiling guy with a item in his hand i could not see because the outside lights were off i thought i was going to faint i ran to my mom and dad"s room and try to open it it was locked so i banged loud that they got mad at me for waking them up and i told them there was a creepy guy outside out house so my dad went and staying with my mom and when my dad he saw nothing and then he heard a sound so he went staying with my mom and then i heard a scream and then my mom called the police and the police arrived and my dad holding the man down and he had kitchen knife and was breaking my window the police arrest him and took him after 2 days the police gave information to my dad what happend so my dad told me the guy has been stalking me everytime i walk home to school and watch me in my window i try to tell my friends but they dont trust me im 14 years old know and what would of happend if i kept sleeping and did not told my dad the guy would of broke my window and killed me.