This happened very recently and is still very fresh in my memory.

My name is Simoné (no, not Simon, I’m a girl) and I’m 20 years old. I live on the countryside, in an idyllic village where half the houses are vacation homes – not much happen here, but if you enjoy nature it’s great. I’m a outdoorsy kind of woman, my favourite element being water. I do kayaking, diving, swimming and anything else water related I can get my hands on.

I was on my way home from my night shift, I got this job just for the summer, at a “halfway house”. It’s a home for 8 recovering addicts and there has to always be two people working there at night too, just in case. It’s usually very calm, we play cards, watch TV, cook etc. Easy money.

So, back on topic. I was driving home, and as I always do I stopped at the little secluded lake for a swim. I can never resist a good swim and always got a bikini in the car. This lake isn’t very large, but crystal clear and surrounded by a beautiful forest area – you would never know it was there if no one told you – the little road that leads down to the beach is narrow and well hidden. As a result, there’s almost never anyone there apart from the occasional dog walker.

I had only just started to swim out into the lake when I felt that my car key, that I keep tied onto a piece of string and tie around my ankle, didn’t feel tight enough, and I was afraid it would slip of my ankle and be lost. So instead of swimming straight out into the lake I quickly made my way around the little rocky part of a headland (not sure that word correctly describes it, but then my English is limited, bear with me). If the lake is slightly L-shaped, I was in the angle and could see through to the beach and car.

As I fasten the string better, I look up towards my car. I’m now in a “hidden” spot, not far from the beach and the car, but hidden behind a “corner” so I can see the car from the side. I didn’t see him at first, and I had to squint to make sure it wasn’t an illusion, a trick of my imagination. But no. Squatting behind my SUV was a man. A man in a bright yellow hoody that I recognized. I didn’t see his face of course and it was too far away to actually see who it was anyway, but I recognized the hoody.

It was Creepy Freddie. He was only 17 but very instable and hadn’t returned from his visit to his parents the day before. We had called the police of course but since he usually turn up on his own after a few days of freedom (and drugs) the police often advise us to wait and see. He had earned his nickname Creepy Freddie after assaulting a girl with a scythe for no other reason then that he felt she was “too beautiful”. She wasn't badly injured, ,but still. Creepy indeed.

He had a long history of drug induced, violent outbursts and even if he was nice enough when sober, he was a nightmare when he wasn’t.

I thought about trying to get up, leave the car and try and walk towards the main road, bu...

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Schaefer_treeAt the park of Whispering Pines, there is common known tale of The Devil Tree.

Supposedly, years ago, two girls were raped and hung at this tree. The murder was your average man, or so many thought. After there deaths, he is said to have gone back to the girls’ corpses and had sex with them several times.

In some stories, the girls bodies were buried near the tree, others the girls bodies were found in the canal near the park. But the killer was never found.

The tree was insisted to be cut down, but in each case the chainsaw would break and not be able to cut down the tree. There are even reports of the tree not being able to burn. You can see where someone tried to burn it but was unsuccessful.

Many people of Port St. Lucie, have claimed to have heard the girls’ screams and seen their ghosts. Sometimes, if you go at night you will see people chanting around the tree and you can hear the snap of a rope near the tree.

Window Sill with HandsAround the turn of the 20th century, children started going missing in a small rural county in Texas. People blamed it on The Candy Lady, a woman who supposedly lured children to her home with candy, then they were never heard from again.

Children in the area told stories of how they would wake in the morning to find candy sitting on their window sills. Fearing that their parents might try to stop the person, or thing, leaving the candy, they didn’t tell any adults.

After a child had received the candy for a while they would start to find notes on the wrappers, many times asking the children to come and play. The notes were signed “The Candy Lady.”

Over the span of about a decade, a handful of kids went missing. As some children got a little older they started to confess that they had eaten candy left on their window sills from a “Candy Lady.”

According to the story, other strange things happened around this area that spooked the residents. A farmer found the rotten teeth of a child in a candy wrapper at the edge of one of his fields. A police deputy started investigating the disappearance of the children and a few weeks later they found his dead body in a ditch. His eyes were stabbed with a fork and his pockets were filled with candy.

To this day, any time a kid goes missing, all the locals say The Candy Lady got them. Children believe that she takes them somewhere and pulls out their teeth or stabs them with a fork.

I grew up in a small town in Pennsylvania living in a rural part of town with 4 homes in a mile radius of me. I was fourteen when this happened, and it was around three in the morning on a December night during Christmas break.

It was just like any other night at the time, I was up late playing the Elder Scrolls and enjoying my time before I went back to school. I always kept my curtains open at all times, mainly because I was too lazy to get up and shut all of them. I remember distinctively that I was defeating Alduin, when a scraping noise was present outside my window. It was faint at first, but drew closer to my home in a span of twenty five seconds. I paused the game and looked outside my window.

I saw an man in his 50's or 60's dressed in ragged clothes with long, unkempt white hair that merged his beard and head hair together. He carried a metal baseball bat or an axe, and walked with a limp.

I knew all of my neighbors, and he wasn't one of them. I watched him walk all the way down my street and turn a corner. A few minutes later, the scraping came back. I was getting scared now and waited for him to come 50 feet from my house before I looked out. The moment I looked out he began laughing very loudly and then stopped in front of my home and looked straight into my window, still laughing.

I stood there frozen, unsure of what to do. He stared into my window for a few more seconds and continued down the road. As soon as he was out of sight, I turned off my console, turned off my lights, closed all my curtains, and was ready to dial 911. Sure enough, he came back. But this time he came into my yard and screamed, "WHERE"D YOU GO LITTLE GIRL? DON'T YOU WANNA STARE SOME MORE?". This was followed by more laughing and he went around the block a few more times.

I've never seen him after that night, I moved 6 months after the incident and to this day I always keep my curtains closed.

So, creepy laughing man, let's never meet again.

So this literally just happened...

I was driving home from my boyfriend's place at around 12:30 am when I notice a car following me a little too closely. I pump the breaks to politely tell him to fuck off and continue on my merry way.

I hope this car will pass me, but he remains on my tail. I literally think of what I've learned on this very subreddit and consider the chance that he's following me. I decide to put this to the test. I flip on my turn signal to take my typical route home, and, when I see him do the same, I continue straight instead. And, whaddya know, he does the same thing. . This is when I start freaking out.

At this point I feel I should mention that, I did consider the possibility that maybe he was trying to alert me to tell me something was wrong with my car, and I even checked the back seat, thinking back on the old urban legend. But he'd had plenty of chances to pull my next to my and alert me of any potential problems. And I'd rather be safe than sorry.

As I'm weaving through random residential streets trying to lose this guy, I call my mom. I tell her that someone is following me, and she says to come home and run inside right away. I hear her calling my dad-a big guy whose favorite hobbies include fishing and gun collecting-to come outside and check it out.

As I begin nearing my neighborhood, this fucker starts flashing his brights and honking at me! I pull in the driveway and haul ass inside just as I see my dad come out the door and head towards the mysterious car which is now parked in front of our mailbox.

He told my dad that I had "almost hit him"-I assume he's referring to me pumping my breaks-and he thought I was drunk. So, since his aunt died in a drunk driving accident, he wanted to make sure I got home safely. Then he left. Not because my dad scared the shit out of him, but because I was safe...what a gentleman

But we were not convinced. If he thought I was drunk-which he had no reason to-it's more likely he would have stayed the hell away from me instead of tailgating me all the way home (at least that would be the smart thing to do.) And if he merely wanted to make sure I got home safely, he wouldn't have been flashing his brights and honking at me or parking in front of my house after I had clearly arrived home safe and sound.

So "concerned citizen" who takes the law into his own hands by following 19 year old girls home at 12:30am, let's not meet.

I buy storage lockers just like the people on that show. It was a hobby of mine. I made some decent money off of it some times but that wasn't what it was about. It was the thrill of never knowing what you would find. I've found ancient coins, instruments owned by renowned musicians, hell I even found one with a couple ounces of unrefined gold flake. I enjoyed the thrill even when it was junk. That all changed when when I happened across unit 13 b.

At first it looked like it was empty, nothing but dust, cobweb, and the single dim light bulb hanging from the center of the ceiling. I was just walking out shaking my head at the fact I bought a dud when I noticed the box hidden on the ledge above the doorway. A simple small jewelry box. It looked like it was extremely old. The wood it was made of was very dark and smooth like polished granite.

It didn't have a lock that I could see yet it wouldn't open. I figured it was probably glued shut from age and just needed a good sharp tap with a small hammer. When I got it home I ran to my tool shed, grabbed my small jewelers mallet and got to work. I got the box open and sealed my fate.

The box was empty except a small inscription that was carved into the bottom. I couldn't tell what it said but a quick online search revealed it to be an ancient Egyptian dialect. It took me three days to figure it out and when I did I nearly shit myself. It read simply "the world shall perish and Pandora thanks you." I thought it was a joke. Then the darkness came.

You're sitting at your home or work or some cafe whatever, looking at this story and thinking "The grammar is wrong", "this idiot has not idea how to frame a story". Usually I can do better than this, but since thoseee things came into my house I can only stop them from reading my mind if I am drunk or high. Its not so much the miund reading, its the mind control that scares me. When thjey take me over I find out the next day that neighbours pets go missing. Lately I'vee been looking at the noisy kids in the neighborhood and thinking how annoyhing they are. Christ I'm scared what they will make me do if I sopber up.

Alabama: The 96th president, Pyrope Vesuvian, was assembled in Alabama, the first president to be engineered from various body parts of previous presidents.

Alaska: The sun never rises in the winter because there is a giant standing in front of it. The giant is so tall that its head reaches into the stars. It was the first to see the black ships that originated from those stars.

Arizona: The state reptile of Arizona is the Time-Traveling Basilisk Lizard. They run so fast they arrive before they left! The army is using them to travel back in time and figure out where the war went wrong.

California: The highest point in the state is God’s Obsidian Watchtower, rising 440 feet above the ocean where California sank after the first weapon detonated.

Delaware: The first state admitted to the union. The first state to host an enemy ship. The first state to boldly kill that unearthly ambassador and declare war.

Hawaii: Did you know there are no snakes in Hawaii? They were all recruited by the army. All citizens must fight, even snakes. Their armor is the eggshells of extinct birds; their spears are the severed stingers of deadly jellyfish.

Idaho: Has more ghost towns than any state. These towns are inhabited by a quarter million ghosts, who outnumber living residents 12 to 1.

Kansas: Contains the world’s largest grain elevator, where President Vesuvian hid the nuclear weapons that the invaders eventually used against us.

Maine: It is the closest state to Europe and Africa. If you stand on the seashore and look east, you can see the two continents that accepted the offer of “peace” and “friendship”, dooming themselves to the possibility of subjugation by these extraterrestrial foes. Only the United States had the courage to declare war. Stay far away from Maine.

New Mexico: This state is always on fire. It was set aflame as a burnt offering to God, to purify the land, in hopes that one day He would accept the offering, and would finally rise from his sanctified throne to bestow victory upon us. Amen.

North Dakota: This state’s wide-open prairies were transformed into the world’s largest children’s cemetery. Instead of headstones, the tiny corpses are encased in amber, and line the lonely roads as a monument to what we have lost.

Utah: This state’s sparkling white salt flats provided bricks for the Holy Salt Temple, the safest place to be during an air strike. The enemies are deathly afraid of salt and supermassive structures.

Wyoming: Did you know that Wyoming is the least densely populated state? That means more room to build a prison so large it can hold all citizens who oppose the war. All Americans must support the war. All Americans must fight the war; even you, little one! This is the last remaining nation on Earth to defy and resist the invaders’ impending takeover of the minds of humanity. Dissenters are indistinguishable from those whose brains have been co...

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"You need some time away, Bill."

I was sitting in my boss's office, the fern on his windowsill a sparkling green in the sunlight. A picture of his smiling family mocking me from the edge of his desk.

"You haven't been yourself since..." he paused for a moment, "...well, I'll just say it. Since Maggie left with the kids. I hope that's not too forward of me but I'm worried about you. Take a few days to collect yourself."

I had told him about Maggie, my wife of ten years, leaving with Jonie and Brian. But it was a lie. She hadn't gone anywhere. When I got home the day she murdered the children and I saw her standing over their lifeless bodies I think something in me snapped. I knew she had stopped taking her medication but I never ever imagined she'd hurt the kids.

"You don't understand," she'd said. "They were evil and they were going to hurt us."

She was right. I didn't understand. So I tied her up tightly and force fed her the medicine in hopes that it would begin working again quickly. I left her in the basement with my beautiful babies so that when the delusion faded she would have to see what she'd done.

Last night I woke to hear her screaming and crying from downstairs and I knew that her meds had finally forced her back into reality.

I checked on her this morning. All was quiet as I went down the basement stairs, but when I reached the bottom the screaming started again. Only this time it was me who was doing the screaming. The headless body of my wife was still tied to the chair. But the children were gone.

I think I went to work on autopilot simply to establish some normalcy.

But my boss is right. I do need some time away. Far, far away

Never...did i think this would ever happen,again. It was going so smoothly, everything was aligned correcly, everything was in check! What went wrong? Oh well.

I throw away the canvas, along with the heap in the store room. I grab another from the cage, starting over again.