Spooky stories

[Jameerthefear]

https://www.reddit.com/r/AskReddit/comments/3h7qwo/serious_whats_the_creepiest_true_story_that/cu56w1b

that whole thread is full of em. one i linked creeped me the **** out

[BasedTom]

damn now we know what happened to real14

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Cut and paste if here Jam so I don't have to do to reddit.

[Jameerthefear]

TL;DR I went for a bike ride alone in the countryside and came across a strange guy in a van multiple times and he asked me the same question, "Do you know David Crist?" on two separate encounters about an hour apart. I got creeped out and rode back to my car and drove home. When I got home I Googled "David Crist" and found an article from a newspaper website in Tennessee about a David Crist who got arrested for stabbing a person. The article had a photo of David Crist, and it looked just like the guy I kept coming across in the van on my bike ride.
Here's where I first shared my story. http://aloneatnightscarystories.blogspot.com/2015/08/david-crist.html
I love to ride my bike along country roads. Not far from where I live is a tiny town called Three Oaks, in Michigan. One Saturday, my wife was working and I had nothing to do, so I strapped my bike to my car and drove the hour to Three Oaks. I parked in the scenic downtown area, and then rode out of the town and into the surrounding countryside.
As I wound my way further into the remote countryside, houses and businesses and cars grew increasingly scare. Eventually, there were only an occasional house or two every 1/2 mile or mile and corn fields and small woods flanking the dirt and gravel roads that I peddled down.
It's on one of those back roads that a minivan drove past me. Within moments of it passing, it turned around pulled up along side me. I looked over and the passenger, a woman in her mid to late twenty', was looking at me with her window down. The driver, a man of seemingly the same age, leaned over the passenger and said to me in a slight southern drawl and with a big smile on his face, "Hey, do you know David Crist?" I thought for a brief second, but I don't know any David Crist, so I said so. The driver said, "You don't know of him at all?" I said that I didn't and apologized, and then pedaled on. The van sat for a moment longer and then pulled a u-turn and drove off in the direction it was originally heading.
I thought nothing of the encounter. Maybe the driver was a friend of David Crist, and he thought we had met though David or something. I don't know. At the time, I didn't think I had any reason to worry.
I continued on my ride, turning down this road and heading north, and then turning down that road and heading east. I didn't have any agenda. I was just out to enjoy the summer day and meander through the relaxing countryside.
Maybe ten minutes later, and on an entirely new road and heading an entirely different direction from the one I had first met the van, I saw the van again. We were heading toward each other, and I gave a smile and nod as I passed the driver. I remember thinking it was an odd coincidence that I should come across this van again. The driver stared as he passed and he had a big smile on his face.
At this point, I began wondering what they were doing. They might be lost, and looking for this David Crist guy, or maybe they're just enjoying a scenic drive and thought I looked like a friend of a friend, or something. I didn't know, but at that point I was starting to think about the situation a little more critically.
I continued taking a twisting, turning, meandering path. Taking this road, and then turning onto that, heading north, south, west, east.
Then, I came across the van again. Again, they're heading in my direction and I pulled along side them. The driver rolled down his window and leaned out. He was a late twenties white man, with a few inches of a goatee and a baseball cap. He had a large smile plastered across his face again. I stopped my bike and looked at him, waiting for him to say something, and he just looked at me for a good thirty seconds. Now, thirty seconds doesn't sound like a long time, but you go flag down a stranger and then just look at them for thirty seconds, and you'll realize that, in that kind of situation, thirty seconds is a lifetime. Finally, he spoke and said, "Hey, do you know David Crist?" Same damn question. This time there was no smile on his face. He stared at me, and I was thinking to myself, "Is he joking? Does he really not remember he asked me this same question twenty minutes ago? Is he just being funny? Is he high as hell?" After a moment, I told him that I still didn't know anyone by the name of David Crist and I pedaled off down the road.
It's at that time that I realized exactly in how remote of an area I was. I peered down the road I was on and I didn't see a house on its entire length. I was flanked by a corn field on one side and a forest on the other. I looked over my shoulder and saw the van slowly driving down the road away from me. It couldn't be a coincidence that I came across this van three times now, not with me taking random roads heading different directions. It made no sense why anyone driving would take that same maze of roads. The only thing they could have been doing was just driving around, maybe a pleasure drive, but why would they stop me and ask that same question twice? It was quite strange, and I was beginning to become a little concerned.
I decided to begin to head back toward the town center. I pedaled hard, and the gravel road ahead of me continued with a bend to the right, and a dirt path, for it couldn't really be called a road, to the left. As I neared the fork, who should come around the bend but the damned van. I gripped my pocket knife, which I always take with me on rides like this -- just in case -- and then realized, all they would have to do is run me down with the van, and I would be in serious trouble. As the van drew closer, I was ready to jump off and run into the cornfields.
The van slowed down as it approached me and the driver rolled his window down and leaned out again, but this time I didn't stop riding. I increased my speed, even though I knew I could never outrun the van if they gave chase. I looked over my shoulder and saw the van sitting in the middle of the road. I took the right fork and continued on the gravel road until I could no longer see the van behind the corn rows and then I stopped.
I got off my bike and crept along the cornfield until I was at its edge and I peaked down the road I had just been on. The van was in the distance driving away from me. I ran back to my bike, and then as soon as the van was entirely out of sight, I turned around and took the left fork along the dirt path. I rode as fast I could, knowing that if the people in the van had nefarious things in mind, and if they caught me on this dirt path, flanked by cornfields and far from an area that anyone would come across us, that would be the time they attacked.
My ruse worked, or perhaps the van was never after me at all, and I made it the rest of the way to the town center without seeing them again. When I got home later that day, I was still replaying the events in my head and the name David Crist kept creeping through my mind. Was David Crist someone famous, I wondered, like a musician. Should I have known David Crist? I decided to Google the name. I tried a couple of different spellings for Krist, but it the Crist spelling that revealed a terrifying result.
I came across a newspaper article from Knoxville, TN. The article explained how a man named David Crist had turned himself in after stabbing another man at a gas station in 2013. The article included a photo of this criminal David Crist, and I believe it was the same man that was driving the van. Add a baseball cap and a few inches of a goatee and the man in the van was a dead ringer for David Crist in the article. I did an inmate search of the Knox country prison and there was no David Crist in the inmate population.
Somehow David Crist had gotten out of prison, or maybe he was never convicted, as I couldn't find any articles about sentencing, in less than two years after stabbing a guy and for some reason he had made his way to Michigan. Why was he driving along these back roads? Who was the woman in the passenger seat, and why the hell did he keep asking if I knew of him?
Do I know David Crist? Yes, I do now.
newspaper article of stabbing http://www.local8now.com/home/headlines/Knox-County-deputies-search-for-stabbing-suspect-185123191.html
Edit for some typo type stuff.
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tldr



Just kidding that's a pretty weird story thanks for posting.

[Megabox!]

That's one lucky SOB. I wonder what that "David Crist" guy was trying to accomplish, like why ask the guy the same question twice?

[Batz]

This is not a creepy I almost got murdered story, but spooky. Well spooky to me anyways, it's a time I experienced something "paranormal" in my life. Warning: it's long. I think it's worth the read.


So I was like maybe 7 years old when this happened. When I lived in Hamilton, ON.

Woke up in the middle of night, was thirsty out of my mind, decided to go downstairs to the kitchen to grab some water. I did, and I noticed the basement door open as soon as I got down. Now I always, ALWAYS close the basement door before going to bed, because I'm scared of shit popping out of there (our basement was pretty ghetto compared to the rest of our house). Young me for some reason thought keeping it closed would keep potential monsters/attackers down there, despite the fact the door couldn't be locked.

Anyways, I got down, saw the door open, and didn't make much of it. Probably because I was really tired and thirsty and I thought to myself something "dammit man, always check the doors before bed." So I walked to the door, avoiding looking down the stairs of pit darkness, as I touched the door by the side and right before I was going to close it I heard a noise behind it and my body stopped altogether and tensed up.

It's like one of those feelings your mind knows that something is there, it's not supposed to be there, it's not a good thing, and you're in not a fight or flight response; you're in frozen dead and don't know what to the heck to do response. This lasted for about maybe 5 seconds, so being completely terrified and confused, I SLAMMED the door shut. Thinking whatever that was down in the basement, and I got em shut out.

Now, behind the opened door is the living room, and what I saw in my living room was a figure. The streetlight outside lighting up the living room made it pretty clear what that figure was. A woman figure, pale as can be, frizzy black hair, old skin was for some reason in my head I thought she was young, skinny as hell, pretty much naked other than wearing a see through white cloth that barely covered anything of her (no nipple action sorry). Btw, did I mention skinny as hell? Like anorexic hey are you okay do you want something to eat real quick type skinny as hell! She looked diseased, and not human. The large window behind the couch was open behind her, something I only noticed till later.

I looked at whatever this was, she turned her head and noticed me, I closed my eyes pretty much accepting my fate that I'm gonna die tonight. Heard a lot of noise going on, like bang type noises, but I barely paid attention as so many things were going through my head. I remember being cold af, like more cold than I have ever been, and this was in Canada mind you. And this happened maybe sometime in the spring/summer.

I opened my eyes sometime later. She was gone, the window was still open. I don't remember what happened after that. I think maybe I drank some water, and went back to bed. But I can't say for sure, I'm dead blank on after all that. I can't recall anything after seeing the window open and the figure gone. I told my mom first thing in the morning. I remember coming down, looking in the living room, and just having a "chill effect". My mom got scared like crazy when I told her, she has a fear of ghosts and whatnot. Also growing up in Pakistan she has a few horror stories of people breaking in herself. She was going to call my dad and shit was probably going to go down, but when I told my older bros they were just mocking me telling me it was just a nightmare. I thought it was a nightmare too probably, especially because I didn't have a glass of water in my room when I usually bring the glass of water to my room, and I don't remember what happened after whatever that was disappeared.

Still gave my mom the creeps, but nothing came of it after my brothers gave me shit about it. We were kids and all, we watched tons of horror movies all the time. It could easily been a nightmare, so I played it off as just a nightmare. Till a month or so later, we were at my cousin's place. Pretty much the same area, a 10 min walk from our house to theirs. They have a little park thing in their neighbourhood. With this small space to play soccer behind this little building. We were playing around and shit all over the park, till it was getting late at night and everyone was leaving heading back to my cousin's place. I was doing something that made me lag behind, don't remember what, and when I did decide to go back to their house myself, I hear someone kicking soccer ball against a wall in that small space.

I turn my head, and there she is - right under a street light. That same pale figure, with her frizzy black hair covering most of her face, clothed this time. Wearing mostly black, baggy but somehow it's still clear to me she is SKINNY AS HELL. I froze again. Cold as ever again, that same feeling, my breaths starts feeling like sharp razor blades passing through my throat. She's just there, kicking this ball against the wall, straight rebound, straight kicks. She wasn't moving anything but pretty much her right leg kicking the ball. This was not a dream, I was fully awake, I knew where I was, I know who that is, but I don't know what it is. She looked as if she was staring right at me. I wanted to make a sound but I couldn't, I was praying - PRAYING that one of my cousins or brothers would come out to come and get me. Those 10 or something seconds standing there frozen and feeling frozencold felt like forever.

All of a sudden, she stops kicking. She sort of turns to her left, now looking away from my direction, looking at something. I couldn't know what because the small building was blocking. I close my eyes, but this time maybe only for 2 seconds and open it, thinking I don't want to lose sight of this figure again. She was out of the picture. The ball was there. But the figure wasn't. She could've just went behind the small building, or in it? this is what I guessed. But I wasn't going to go check. Next thing I noticed I wasn't cold anymore.

I finally found the courage to turn and start moving. I didn't run, I remember walking down the path and just being cautious of my surroundings. Adrenaline rushing, sweating, breathing heavily, heart beating, unbelievably frightened, felt like my insides were emptied.

I got back to my cousin's place. First told my oldest cousin because everyone else was either upstairs or downstairs, she was freaked out and called everyone to hear it. I told her brothers and my brothers of what just happened and got the "just shutup you're lying" treatment, because that's just how we were. My mom and aunt just had a lot of questions, but I don't really remember if they took me seriously or not. One cousin was trying to tell me he knows who this girl is and that she's harmless and just the annoying weird type because he knew I was dead scared about what just happened, but I figured he was making that up to calm me down. He most likely was, he does that. I told them about the other story, the one in my house, still nothing. After some minutes I calmed down, thanks to my aunt who helped a lot. Cousins and bros played some n64 right after, I eventually joined them for a while before the night ended and we drove back home. I didn't sleep much that night.

I never went out late at night alone when I went over to their place, I never went downstairs late at night in that house. Hell I did my best to not be alone in that area ever. When I was at my cousin's house I wouldn't even use their bathroom in fear that figure would pop in their. Straight nope nope nope mentality after that. I never encountered what that was ever again, but never got that figure out of my head. Had many nightmares of it, but never did I have the same feeling. I'm much older now, I don't believe in ghosts or anything. I think back and I just think it was some druggie chick who had a thing for not eating, or doing her hair, and never went out in the day because boy she was pale, and she broke into people's houses naked for whatever reason. This was a weird neighbourhood in Hamilton mind you, so it probably was just that. :lol

But never did I encounter her or anything like her. She didn't live in that neighbourhood, or mine. I knew pretty much everyone who lived in the area at the time, since it was pretty small. Or at least met them one time or another. Never this one. Never again anyways.


p.s. sorry for typos and stuff and if something doesn't make sense. and messing up my tenses. Late at night and tired. Reading this reddit thread just brought back these memories and thought I'd share here. I'd share it there but I don't think it really fits well next to all the close-call murder and rape stories :oldlol:

[BlakFrankWhite]

The one with the Sam and webcam scared me shitless.

[CNNonceAgain]

Ghosts aren't real you pvssies. If they were, id just beat the fvck out of em

[brownmamba00]

This is not a creepy I almost got murdered story, but spooky. Well spooky to me anyways, it's a time I experienced something "paranormal" in my life. Warning: it's long. I think it's worth the read.


So I was like maybe 7 years old when this happened. When I lived in Hamilton, ON.

Woke up in the middle of night, was thirsty out of my mind, decided to go downstairs to the kitchen to grab some water. I did, and I noticed the basement door open as soon as I got down. Now I always, ALWAYS close the basement door before going to bed, because I'm scared of shit popping out of there (our basement was pretty ghetto compared to the rest of our house). Young me for some reason thought keeping it closed would keep potential monsters/attackers down there, despite the fact the door couldn't be locked.

Anyways, I got down, saw the door open, and didn't make much of it. Probably because I was really tired and thirsty and I thought to myself something "dammit man, always check the doors before bed." So I walked to the door, avoiding looking down the stairs of pit darkness, as I touched the door by the side and right before I was going to close it I heard a noise behind it and my body stopped altogether and tensed up.

It's like one of those feelings your mind knows that something is there, it's not supposed to be there, it's not a good thing, and you're in not a fight or flight response; you're in frozen dead and don't know what to the heck to do response. This lasted for about maybe 5 seconds, so being completely terrified and confused, I SLAMMED the door shut. Thinking whatever that was down in the basement, and I got em shut out.

Now, behind the opened door is the living room, and what I saw in my living room was a figure. The streetlight outside lighting up the living room made it pretty clear what that figure was. A woman figure, pale as can be, frizzy black hair, old skin was for some reason in my head I thought she was young, skinny as hell, pretty much naked other than wearing a see through white cloth that barely covered anything of her (no nipple action sorry). Btw, did I mention skinny as hell? Like anorexic hey are you okay do you want something to eat real quick type skinny as hell! She looked diseased, and not human. The large window behind the couch was open behind her, something I only noticed till later.

I looked at whatever this was, she turned her head and noticed me, I closed my eyes pretty much accepting my fate that I'm gonna die tonight. Heard a lot of noise going on, like bang type noises, but I barely paid attention as so many things were going through my head. I remember being cold af, like more cold than I have ever been, and this was in Canada mind you. And this happened maybe sometime in the spring/summer.

I opened my eyes sometime later. She was gone, the window was still open. I don't remember what happened after that. I think maybe I drank some water, and went back to bed. But I can't say for sure, I'm dead blank on after all that. I can't recall anything after seeing the window open and the figure gone. I told my mom first thing in the morning. I remember coming down, looking in the living room, and just having a "chill effect". My mom got scared like crazy when I told her, she has a fear of ghosts and whatnot. Also growing up in Pakistan she has a few horror stories of people breaking in herself. She was going to call my dad and shit was probably going to go down, but when I told my older bros they were just mocking me telling me it was just a nightmare. I thought it was a nightmare too probably, especially because I didn't have a glass of water in my room when I usually bring the glass of water to my room, and I don't remember what happened after whatever that was disappeared.

Still gave my mom the creeps, but nothing came of it after my brothers gave me shit about it. We were kids and all, we watched tons of horror movies all the time. It could easily been a nightmare, so I played it off as just a nightmare. Till a month or so later, we were at my cousin's place. Pretty much the same area, a 10 min walk from our house to theirs. They have a little park thing in their neighbourhood. With this small space to play soccer behind this little building. We were playing around and shit all over the park, till it was getting late at night and everyone was leaving heading back to my cousin's place. I was doing something that made me lag behind, don't remember what, and when I did decide to go back to their house myself, I hear someone kicking soccer ball against a wall in that small space.

I turn my head, and there she is - right under a street light. That same pale figure, with her frizzy black hair covering most of her face, clothed this time. Wearing mostly black, baggy but somehow it's still clear to me she is SKINNY AS HELL. I froze again. Cold as ever again, that same feeling, my breaths starts feeling like sharp razor blades passing through my throat. She's just there, kicking this ball against the wall, straight rebound, straight kicks. She wasn't moving anything but pretty much her right leg kicking the ball. This was not a dream, I was fully awake, I knew where I was, I know who that is, but I don't know what it is. She looked as if she was staring right at me. I wanted to make a sound but I couldn't, I was praying - PRAYING that one of my cousins or brothers would come out to come and get me. Those 10 or something seconds standing there frozen and feeling frozencold felt like forever.

All of a sudden, she stops kicking. She sort of turns to her left, now looking away from my direction, looking at something. I couldn't know what because the small building was blocking. I close my eyes, but this time maybe only for 2 seconds and open it, thinking I don't want to lose sight of this figure again. She was out of the picture. The ball was there. But the figure wasn't. She could've just went behind the small building, or in it? this is what I guessed. But I wasn't going to go check. Next thing I noticed I wasn't cold anymore.

I finally found the courage to turn and start moving. I didn't run, I remember walking down the path and just being cautious of my surroundings. Adrenaline rushing, sweating, breathing heavily, heart beating, unbelievably frightened, felt like my insides were emptied.

I got back to my cousin's place. First told my oldest cousin because everyone else was either upstairs or downstairs, she was freaked out and called everyone to hear it. I told her brothers and my brothers of what just happened and got the "just shutup you're lying" treatment, because that's just how we were. My mom and aunt just had a lot of questions, but I don't really remember if they took me seriously or not. One cousin was trying to tell me he knows who this girl is and that she's harmless and just the annoying weird type because he knew I was dead scared about what just happened, but I figured he was making that up to calm me down. He most likely was, he does that. I told them about the other story, the one in my house, still nothing. After some minutes I calmed down, thanks to my aunt who helped a lot. Cousins and bros played some n64 right after, I eventually joined them for a while before the night ended and we drove back home. I didn't sleep much that night.

I never went out late at night alone when I went over to their place, I never went downstairs late at night in that house. Hell I did my best to not be alone in that area ever. When I was at my cousin's house I wouldn't even use their bathroom in fear that figure would pop in their. Straight nope nope nope mentality after that. I never encountered what that was ever again, but never got that figure out of my head. Had many nightmares of it, but never did I have the same feeling. I'm much older now, I don't believe in ghosts or anything. I think back and I just think it was some druggie chick who had a thing for not eating, or doing her hair, and never went out in the day because boy she was pale, and she broke into people's houses naked for whatever reason. This was a weird neighbourhood in Hamilton mind you, so it probably was just that. :lol

But never did I encounter her or anything like her. She didn't live in that neighbourhood, or mine. I knew pretty much everyone who lived in the area at the time, since it was pretty small. Or at least met them one time or another. Never this one. Never again anyways.


p.s. sorry for typos and stuff and if something doesn't make sense. and messing up my tenses. Late at night and tired. Reading this reddit thread just brought back these memories and thought I'd share here. I'd share it there but I don't think it really fits well next to all the close-call murder and rape stories :oldlol:

should've stabbed that bitch right there in the living room.

[senelcoolidge]

I got two kids a 4 and 2 year old. They are always running around bouncing off the walls like typical 4 and 2 year old boys. One day I was in the room with them and I turned my head and I really thought I saw my 2 year old run behind me, but when I faced forward and looked he was in front of me in the room with my other son. It didn't scare me but it's been on my mind since. My 4 year old is scared to be in a room by himself in this place. I know some kids are kind of sensitive to this stuff. At night you can sometimes hear noises. I remember once coming back from work and finding a strand of brown long straight hair in my sink. No one is our household has that type of hair.

[niko]

Mine is short but I went to a graveyard of a voodoo queen in New Orleans. They told us not to take pictures but we did. Out of all the pictures we took, two are in this strange yellow tint around us and the tombstones are black. The two pictures of the graveyard. Out of like 200 pictures.

Freaked me out.

[Jameerthefear]

Mine is short but I went to a graveyard of a voodoo queen in New Orleans. They told us not to take pictures but we did. Out of all the pictures we took, two are in this strange yellow tint around us and the tombstones are black. The two pictures of the graveyard. Out of like 200 pictures.

Freaked me out.
BORING!!! *throws tomatoes*

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Friend and I met two dudes in an alley once who were talking to us about bands we had on our t shirts, thenone of them told us he'd just gotten out of lock up on charges of murder because his friend had beat up the only witness but they knew he'd done it and people were out to get him, then he showed us he had a hatchet that looked like it still had blood on it down his pants, then his chromed up friend couldn't find his bag and started yelling that had stolen it, lucky the dude with the axe calmed him down and said we were alight instead of flipping out too and tried to get us to stay and chrome with them but we left as soon as possible. Those guys were messed up, faces covered in silver spray paint from huffing it out of a bin bag and just rambling on. That's probably the creepiest time I've had regardless of if the dude was lying about shit he still had a hatchet with blood on it and at one point we thought they were both going to blame us for stealing their shit they'd lost.

[niko]

BORING!!! *throws tomatoes*

Cold dawg. Cold.

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Cold dawg. Cold.
Jam's spookiest story is the time his sister woke up...

[BlakFrankWhite]

Not exactly a spooky story but my dad told me about one very near death experience.

In 1973, my dad was going back to college from the summer holidays....when he reached the bus terminal to take him to the big city...there was only seat available in the van which dad's best friend 'L' had saved for him...then another dude showed up and begged he had some urgent business and wanted the seat instead.

After a lengthy arguement they finally decided for a coin toss.... dad lost....the van took off and he had to wait for another two hours.

When dad reached the dorms in the evening...he got the news a van...that very van had fallen into a ravine killing all 16 passengers on board..

[DonDadda59]

Man I've got stories for days...

I could even keep it focused to one specific place. Years ago I used to work at Queens Theatre in the Park, it's literally right next door to the famous towers from the first MIB:

http://assets.nydailynews.com/polopoly_fs/1.12068.1313665702!/img/httpImage/image.jpg_gen/derivatives/gallery_635/gal-landmarks2-jpg.jpg

There was this Guyanese guy who worked there. Overall cool guy, quiet and friendly but a workaholic and suck up. Always the first one there, last one to leave, always sucking up to management, etc. He volunteered to work by himself after hours a few times and he told me that one night he was downstairs by the dressing rooms and he heard a girl crying for help. He ran around searching every possible place that someone could be in the building- nothing. And the building is in the middle of the park with no residential buildings for like a mile or 2 in any direction.

That nice, quiet Guyanese guy would end up stabbing his wife to death (http://www.nydailynews.com/new-york/nyc-crime/man-stabs-wife-death-broad-daylight-bronx-street-cops-article-1.1898283) on a street in the Bronx after finding out she was cheating on him. Turns out he was bipolar. I actually was messing around with the owner's daughter when we all worked there and he had been obsessed with her. Walked in on us making out secretly in one of the back rooms. Glad he kept his cool there. :lol

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I also used to like walking through the park to get home, sometimes even past midnight when it was completely empty. It was beautiful in the moonlight, there was this artificial lake there. Around that time there were 2 guys running around with a machete (http://gothamist.com/2007/01/06/teens_arrested.php) sticking people up and they even killed 2 guys in that same park, dumped one of the bodies in the lake. One of my co-workers was robbed by them on his way to work. Luckily nothing happened to him besides them taking his cell phone.

One night I was walking home at like 1 AM. I had my headphones on, just enjoying a quiet night in the park. When I got near the outskirts of the park I realize someone had been following me on a bike. I turned back to see who it was- some chubby Hispanic kid. I made eye contact with him and he just turned around and rode off.

Few weeks later, the cops finally caught up to the killers. One of the kids burned most of his face trying to torch a car he had stolen from someone they attacked. He legit looked like something out of a Jason movie. I saw their pics in the paper and realized the chubby kid I saw that night was one of the killers.

[1987_Lakers]

- My uncle saw his dad (my grandpa) feeding his donkey from the window while he was taking a shower, the problem was my grandpa had been dead for 2 weeks.

- I remember when I was around 10-12 years old everytime I would take a crap in the bathroom, I would always hear someone walking in my backyard, we had rocks in a big area so you could clearly hear someone walking on rocks, everytime I would check to see who it was I saw nothing. Still don't know what it was to this day.

- I remember waking up one day and just opening my curtains to look at the backyard and I saw this huge dog outside, I went outside to investigate and there was nothing, no sign of the dog, and my gate is always closed. (ghost dog?)

- My Dad told me a story about how one time when he was a child he went to a forest late at night with his brothers and his Dad (my grandpa), my grandpa got upset for some reason and started yelling at my Dad and his brothers, then out of nowhere, they heard a person scream at the top of their lungs, my grandpa was obviously shaken by this then in a low and concerned voice said "lets go home".