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/x/ cannot possibly get any worse than it is right now. Holy shit.
Creepy thread please? Scary Experiences? For the love of all things paranormal lets try to have a decent thread.
I'll start:
>walking home after work at 2am
>no cars on the road
>barely any light at all except a flickering street lamp ahead of me.
>see someone walking my direction but on the other side of the street
>he appears to be wearing a long coat, all black clothing, walking with his head down and long hair blocking his face
>get a little nervous, start walking faster
>he passes me
>I look behind me to see where he went
>not there anymore, nearly shit myself
>start speed walking
>hear footsteps behind me, turn around
>he's fucking running right at me with his hands pointed toward me
>looked like he had fucking nails for fingers
>run as fast as I've ever run in my life
>get home, unlock the door in a split second
>turn on all the lights, lock all the doors
>an hour later hear knocking on my door
>peek out the window
>it's fucking him
>see him scratch his face with what looked like his nail finger things
>proceeds to rub his fucking bloody face on my door
>walks away, stares at my house for about a minute then leaves
>call the cops and tell them about it
>couldn't sleep for days afterwards
>they never found the guy
Creepy thread please? Scary Experiences? For the love of all things paranormal lets try to have a decent thread.
I'll start:
>walking home after work at 2am
>no cars on the road
>barely any light at all except a flickering street lamp ahead of me.
>see someone walking my direction but on the other side of the street
>he appears to be wearing a long coat, all black clothing, walking with his head down and long hair blocking his face
>get a little nervous, start walking faster
>he passes me
>I look behind me to see where he went
>not there anymore, nearly shit myself
>start speed walking
>hear footsteps behind me, turn around
>he's fucking running right at me with his hands pointed toward me
>looked like he had fucking nails for fingers
>run as fast as I've ever run in my life
>get home, unlock the door in a split second
>turn on all the lights, lock all the doors
>an hour later hear knocking on my door
>peek out the window
>it's fucking him
>see him scratch his face with what looked like his nail finger things
>proceeds to rub his fucking bloody face on my door
>walks away, stares at my house for about a minute then leaves
>call the cops and tell them about it
>couldn't sleep for days afterwards
>they never found the guy
