this story happened a year ago. i was livingwith my then boyfriend (now fiancã©). we lived in a townhouse in the suburbs. prettysafe area. there had been some robberies a couple blocks away but they weren't commonand i felt pretty safe walking home alone at night. so one weekend my boyfriend's brother(marshall), his girlfriend (amy), and her brother (curtis) were visiting. we were alljust gonna chill, have a couple drinks play, video games, and relax. my boyfriend had hislsat's and after months of hard studying he wanted to just relax before the exam. unfortunatelyi ended up getting very sick. it was the worst flu that i've ever had. extremely high fever(1 degree higher and i would have had to go to the hospital), nausea, headache, body achesand all that good stuff.
of course i didn't want that to stop my friendsfrom having a good time, so they came over anyways and i just stayed in my room. theywent out to eat before they came over so i was in bed alone watching tv. felt like iwas dying. i slept on an off. at about 4pm i heard the door open and figured they wereback, but when i called out for my boyfriend, no one came. even if he was there he probablywouldn't have heard me. but i knew he'd come check on me as soon as he came back. so iassumed i just heard something fall or the neighbors were making noises. so i dismissedit and went back to sleep. i remember i was sleeping on my back, andin deep sleep, i groggily opened my eyes and i thought i saw a figure move across my room.i was so heavily medicated and so sick i didn't
even fully understand what had happened andwhat that meant. like i saw the figure, but it didn't connect in my brain that i may haveseen someone. and since it was pretty dark in the room, i think part of me just thoughtit was the tv. finally at around 7pm everyone came back.they were loud. amy was very tipsy, and she's very fun when drunk so there was lots of laughter.my boyfriend came in to check on me. he brought me soup. he sat and talked about his day asi ate. i asked him to look in the basket under the bed to get the new bottle of aspirin.we had a full sized bed. i had one small basket under the bed where i kept extra pill bottles,toothbrushes, shaving cream and stuff like that. i didn't know it right away, but thankgod he looked under the bed.
he put his head up and handed me the aspirinbut his facial expression had changed. like he lost all the color from his face. i didn'tthink much of it and said thank you. "c-cmon i-i'm gonna take u to the b-b-bathroom". henever stutters and i was kind of out of it, but i remember picking up on it. i told himno i really didn't have to pee and i didn't feel like getting up. he said" no lets go,i don't wanna have to climb back up the stairs just cause you need to pee in 10 minutes"i remember feeling pretty hurt by his words, but knew he was right since i just had soupand half a bottle of water. he walked me downstairs and i couldn't understand why we didn't justgo to the bathroom upstairs. i think i was so sick i just felt too exhausted to question.
he sat me down on the couch. "what's goingon?" i practically whispered this i was told, although in my head it sounded loud. he tookout his phone and his hand was shaking. i asked what was wrong, and i will never forgethow my heart sunk. i felt like i couldn't breathe when he whispered "there was someoneunder the bed". amy laughed so i laughed thinking it was a prank but it felt serious. my boyfriend'sbrother suggested we get out of the house, so we did. as we were leaving we heard a thudupstairs. we quickly left and drove away, then called the police. the police came and searched the house butthey didn't find anyone. he must have known we suspected he was there and left. my boyfriendcouldn't give any description. only that he
saw sneakers. but it was so dark he reallycouldn't see. scariest thing that still leaves me on edge is that the police found a knifeunder the bed. it was a small steak knife but very dull and rusty. there weren't anykillings in the area so my friends assumed he just wanted a place to sleep. i'm not reallysure how he got into our place but i have some theories. i'm really proud of how myboyfriend handled everything. he's a calm and collect person, but i always assumed hewouldn't be that way in a crisis. i just hope i never see this person again. ever. i didn't want to make this too long. a coupledetails are missing feel free to ask! i willanswer! i live in a very populated area of new yorkcity. the building i live in is a high rise
with many floors. the roof has always beena popular place for people to hang out, because it has gorgeous views of the lower manhattanskyline. the landing before you get to the actual roof (where the door is) can feel abit scary, eerie even. several years ago, there was a young man wholived in my neighbourhood. he was a teenager, and overall a good kid with two loving parents.there had been some violence in the area, and apparently several groups of men mistookhim for a man who had wronged them in a deal gone bad. the men took the teenage boy upto the roof, even though the teen told them over and over than they had the wrong guy. the men ended up throwing his body off ofthe roof. his parents moved away, the men
went to jail, and at least one of them iscurrently out now. the second part, happened a little more recently. one day i was home alone while my mom wasat work. it was a very sunny day and the streets outside of the apartment was busy. i don'tremember what i was doing that day, but i remember hearing a loud "bang!" outside. iassumed that some garbage men were cleaning up and ignored it. until my mom came home and told me that oneof my neighbours from downstairs, another teenage boy, fell from the roof. we were familiarwith his family. his mother was working, and his dad was home watching him because he haddevelopmental problems. apparently, what happened,
was that the boy wandered up to the roof,and somehow fell off. his body ended up falling on the spiked gate in front of the high rise.no foul play was suspected, but there were still questions, because the boy, althoughbeing well into his teens, could barely function without the assistance of another person.also, his father had been watching him that day, and although he could've wandered off,no one is sure of how he actually "fell" over, because the railing is pretty high. today, i go up to the roof, but it's veryrarely. there's an eerie feeling i get when i go up there. the calm and beautiful sunsetover nyc is gorgeous to look at, but i can't get over the feeling that people died there.
i'm a 26 year old female, but this story iam about to tell happened when i was 21. i was a new mom at the time and my little boywas only three months old. we were running low on formula, so i decided to leave my sonwith his father at the house and just go to the store by myself. i was about three milesfrom home when my phone started lighting up, so i pulled over onto the shoulder to seewho was calling. across the road from where i pulled over,was an old abandoned house and another house right behind it that someone actually livedin. after i got off the phone i pulled out and went on my way. not even a mile down theroad, someone comes speeding up on my ass and they turn their brights on. i figuredsomeone was just in a hurry so i pull over
slowly to the shoulder to let them by. theyspeed by, pull over on the shoulder, and slam on their breaks. at this point i'm thinking what the fuck.i don't even recognize this vehicle, and i am pretty sure i did nothing wrong. i knowfor sure i didn't pull out in front of someone when i was leaving the shoulder. so i knowit wasn't a person with serious road rage. after this crazy fucker slams on his breaksin front of me he is flipping me off, so i go around his ass. i speed up and so doeshe. he's gaining speed on me and flashing his brights. we get to a two lane road andhe speeds up and drives right beside my car. all of a sudden he swerves towards me, tryingto run me off the road. he is flipping me
off and yelling something. i couldn't hearwhat he was saying. i know everyone is thinking "why the fuckaren't you calling your husband, or at least the cops?!" well my husband didn't have acellphone then, and i was in a dead zone and didn't have any signal. at this point i amfreaking the hell out. i know that there is going to be a street light coming up soon,thinking about what am i gonna do, and it turns red. i was going to run the red lightwhen we came to it, but there was tons of traffic coming from the other way. if i wouldhave ran the light i'd wreck into someone. as soon as i stop at the red light this crazyfuck gets out of his truck and starts walking towards my vehicle. when he gets halfway tome i realize we have a bb gun that looks legit
underneath my seat. when he gets to my doorhe tries to rip it open, all while screaming profanities at me. i crack my window and yellat the crazy fucker to back the fuck off or i'll shoot his ass. he sees the "gun" and his eyes get wide. iscream at him "what the fuck is your problem?!" and he screams the same at me. i'm thinkingthis dude has gone insane or some shit. i'm just lucky that as soon as he saw the bb guni was pointing at him, he didn't have a weapon and shoot me. as soon as the light turns greeni stomp on the gas and get the fuck outta there. all i can think is that when i waspulled over on the shoulder talking on the phone, maybe the guy thought i was watchinghis house or something, and went insane. that's
the only thing i can think of. in 1978, when i was only 18, i was in a familycrisis and had to leave the state. i put a few changes of clothes in a backpack and headedto florida because i had yet to see the ocean and in those days it was legal to camp onthe beach, not anymore though and i had decent shelter at night there sleeping under thewood boardwalks hidden and alone. i was literally starving to death and some people that gaveme lifts would hand me change or a few bucks when they dropped me off after asking if ihad eaten that day. almost all of them were kind trusting people that would take pityon a 18 year old girl they knew i was running from something.
one day i walked into a store/truck stop starvingi had 3 or 4 bucks to my name and wanted food desperately. i notice cheap pocketknives andthought i am unarmed alone and should buy a knife for protection. i talked myself outof it as my hunger pangs took over my mind but deep inside a voice said get the knifeso i went hungry and got the biggest knife i could the blade was about 5 inches long. i headed back to the interstate, knife injean pocket, and soon a man in his late 40's or early 50's stopped. we will call him john.he said hello and seemed normal so i climbed in his car. he said; "i am going your wayand getting a hotel tonight. i will be happy to rent a room for you if you want a nightof rest in a bed". i agreed as i would be
in the room alone, and a bed sounded so muchbetter than a concrete underpass. i took a quick shower, dressed into clean clothes,and laid down in the bed; exhausted from lack of food and walking the highway all day. i said shit there is no chain on the doori will have to sleep with one eye open in case anyone tries to come in. i had placedthe knife under my pillow and unfolded it so the blade was ready before i fell asleep.sometime in the night i awoke with john unzipping my jeans intent on raping me. i did not eventhink, when i feel threatened i just see red and shake all over like a crazy woman. i reallyam not responsible for my actions and have left many who angered me in the hospital withsevere injuries. i do remember thinking; "stab
the liver, it's a vital organ". so i did,repeatedly. i don't even know how many times i stabbed him. he had requested a key to my room when herented them that's how he got in, i found out. he fell to the floor bleeding profuselyand moaning. with complete calm i walked slowly to the front desk and said; "call police andambulance. i may have just killed a man in my room". the clerk looked shocked and dazedat my lack of concern for him, but i honestly hoped he was dying as i slowly walked to theoffice. the police called in the state troopers sincei was picked up from the interstate. by the time the ambulance arrived john was unconsciousand had lost a substantial amount of blood.
i was raised in oklahoma, and well, my familywere outlaws from way back. we never involved police until there was a body to collect,we took care of our own, and took care of those that wronged us also. the trooper said; "i told the clerk to putyou in a clean room so you can sleep tonight. i will return at 7 am when i get off workand take you back to the truck stop to catch a ride". i said; "you are not going to holdme in jail? or detain me for questioning when this goes to trial?". he replied; "no, heis from illinois and you should see how long his rap sheet is." i did not ask, and didnot want to know his past crimes. the cops all acted like i did the world a favor, theywere smiling and telling me good job on staying
safe from freaks like this. i asked "what if he dies? i know i stabbedhis liver several times." the trooper shrugged his shoulders and said; "then we won't haveto extradite him" like he could care less if john died or not. i almost laughed outloud. he bought me donuts the next morning and told me; "stay safe out there, but i thinkyou have that covered pretty well." cops were much cooler and laid back in the 60's and70's. i smiled and said; "that's how they raise them in oklahoma". left his car andby chance got a ride from a huge native american trucker from oklahoma that had a daughtermy age. he busted a gut laughing when i relayed to him the events of the night.
the rest of my trip was safe, and i met somereally good people. that was just the beginning of much traveling, and i can now say i havebeen to about 48 states, even alaska. i would not trade all the fun i had and good folksi met for anything. and of course for a youngster, i learned a lot very fast. i always have pickedup hitchhikers since then and never ran into trouble, but i do tell them "don't even thinkabout biting off more than you can chew, since i am a card carrying insane woman"! a few years ago, my brother and sister-in-lawmoved back to cincinnati from chicago with their newborn daughter. my husband and i volunteeredto come over and help move them in so they could get settled in pretty quick and someonecould watch the baby while everyone else worked.
the move was rather sudden. my sister-in-lawhad gotten the job offer of her dream, and the start date was only a few weeks away.because they had so little time to look for a place, their options were limited. theysettled on renting a 1940’s cape cod in a less than desirable part of town. they hadlived in some bad places in chicago, so a handful of meth heads didn’t really botherthem. the neighborhood had been built following wwii by gi’s returning home. the house was in pretty decent shape. overthe years it had been cobbled on to, leading to a rather odd floor plan. the ground floorwas the living room. a small dining room was carved off of the living room by a chest-highwall that had probably once been a whole wall.
to the right of the living room was the bathroomand master bedroom. off of the dining room was the kitchen and the stairs up to the lowceilinged room that would become the nursery. for those of you that aren’t familiar withwhat a cape cod house is, rather than an attic the upstairs is a room with slanted wallsdirectly below the roof. the kitchen contained a door to the basement, and a door onto asunroom that had been added where a patio had once been. the moving crew unloaded the truck into theliving room. from there, my husband and i moved boxes to where we guessed they’d go.they had more furniture than they had room for in this house. we started hauling theseextra items down into the basement. this was
more of a chore than expected. the turn fromthe dining room, into the kitchen and into the narrow basement doorway was tight. thebasement door was a pain, too. the door didn’t quite fit the door frame. the front, in the kitchen had a deadbolt thatno longer worked, and the type of latch that fit over a metal loop where you could affixa padlock. if the latch wasn’t on, the door hung open. it was odd that the basement lockedfrom the outside, but we figured it was because it didn’t close all the way otherwise. thedoorway itself was so narrow that if you used a door jamb to hold the door open, you’dtrip over it on the way down. one of us had to awkwardly hold the door open while tryingto turn and angle whatever we were carrying
down the stairs. the basement was wide open and unfinished.the washer and dryer sat to the left of the bottom of the stairs. straight ahead fromthe stairs there were two shabby little doors. we had all written the closed doors off asbeing utility closets. after about the hundredth trip down the rickety open back stairs though,we noticed the hvac system and water heater were under the stairs. i decided to take alittle break and check out the doors. the rooms were about three feet wide by sixfeet long. there was a pull-sting light fixture in each. along the ceilings of the rooms werebrick glass windows. they didn’t let any light in. the windows appeared to be underthe front porch. as i walked back out of the
second room, my foot caught on a bur in thecement floor. someone had written in the cement when itwas wet. it said “roy’s room.†a quick check revealed the other door had “jill’sroom†written next to it. then i noticed there were locks on the outsideof these doors just like the ones on the basement door. i pointed the creepiness out to my husbandand his sister, but they were not nearly as uncomfortable with this as i was. my brother-in-lawresponded to my concerns by dropping their christmas tree in roy’s room. fast forward a few weeks. everyone has prettymuch forgotten about the weirdness of the
basement. the only one that seemed to stillhave a problem with the basement was the dog. he always whined at the stairs and would minceback and forth at the doorway before someone made him go down. my in-laws had written thisoff as the dog not liking the open-back stairs. my brother and sister-in-law decided theywanted to go out on the town for the night for the first time since our niece was born.they asked my husband and me to come over and watch the baby for them. our niece wasa pretty good sleeper, so they were going to leave once she was down and would comeback about the time she normally woke up for a meal. my husband and i are not very goodwith kids but we agreed since she would hopefully be asleep most of the time.
when we arrived, they gave us instructionsand a baby monitor. they had dropcam but no one felt like setting it up. the baby monitorswere just less hassle. we wished them a good night and settled in for some netflix on theircouch. it was about 10 when we got a reminder aboutthe basement. the dog had been chilling with us in the living room when he started fidgetingand staring at the kitchen. his food and water was in the basement. the door was open, butwe’d seen him be a baby about going downstairs on few previous visits. my husband sighed,got up and made his way towards the basement door. the dog followed him, minced aroundat the top of the stairs, whining. when my husband made it clear that the dog had togo by himself, the dog finally sulked down.
a few minutes later he flew back up the stairsand leapt into our laps. that by itself was just unnerving, but weforgot about it quickly when firefly started back up. a little later we heard something soft. itwas so soft that we might have missed it entirely if the dog hadn’t perked up. my husbandpaused the show so we could listen more carefully in case the baby was waking up. “hi *baby’s name*!†it was quiet, butclear. my husband and i stared at one another in silent confusion. it was a man’s voice,coming through the baby monitor. the next few minutes were a blur of confusion.i snatched the baby monitor and charged for
the stairs to the nursery. my husband waslooking for his phone to call the cops. he was yelling at me to not go up there and startedrunning after me. the dog was barking, running in circles and wagging his tail. the cat,which we hadn’t seen since moving day, even made a brief appearance to see what on earthwas going on. i flicked on the light in the nursery to findno one there. our niece started screaming from the sudden light and noise. i heard myhusband bang his head on the low ceiling behind me. there was no one in the room other thanus. i realized i was holding the baby monitor as a weapon. i ditched it and headed for thecrying baby. my husband was still yelling that we’ve got to get out of here whilegrabbing as many diapers as he can, because
i guess we needed a bunch of diapers in anemergency? i think i just about passed out as i snaggedthe baby and heard, “hey j! i didn’t mean to wake her up!†followed by a soft laugh.my husband and i both froze, looking for the source of the unnervingly familiar voice. it was the goddam dropcam. my parent-in-laws had gone to chicago rightafter our niece was born to help out. my sister-in-law had set up dropcam on her parents’ phonesso that whoever was on baby duty could monitor her remotely. no one removed the access fromtheir phones when the left though. my freaking father-in-law had decided to checkin on his sleeping granddaughter at 11 o’clock
at night in the creepiest way possible. whynot talk to the sleeping baby through the speakers in the middle of the night, right?knowing full well that we were there babysitting (they had been asked first but weren’t available),in this creepy house with little child-sized basement cells. he still apologizes for scaring the crap outof us that night. i personally uninstalled the app the next time i saw him.
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