So this story happened 2 weeks ago in Saudi Arabia when I was on a dating app and I came across this guy called Mohammed.I added him and already he started asking me dumb questions like;Where do you live how old are you and you wanna get married.I was like What the hell and had enough of this loser and blocked him.So I went back and did my swapping thing and matched with the same guy again but with a different account.This time he wasn’t nice at all.He started saying things that I can’t keep to myself.He was like “I WILL KILL YOU”.Then he started asking me dumb questions again.Then 2 Minutes later he sent me a picture and this picture was my front yard.I was like how did he find me,then I realized this app shows your address.Not even 20 seconds later I heard a knock on the door.I opened the door and punched him before he was knocked out cold.I called the police and by the time they got back he was a wake and said he will kill me.From then I moved to New Zealand and I lived safe.

I always thought my cat had a staring problem. She always seemed fixated on my face. Until one day when I realized that she was always looking behind me. I slowly turned around to see an 8-footed guy with a gigantic but creepest smile with sharp long uncleaned tooth looking right at me. I was dumb enough to scream like an idiot and wake my neighbors at 2am in the morning. I ran right out the front door, into the backyard, and into my car and drove to my friend’s house. The next day there were 10 police cars surrounding my house and investigating the scene. From then nothing like it ever happened to me but I know for a fact that guy is still in my house and staring at me.

The last thing I saw was my alarm clock flashing 12:07,before she pushed her long rotting nails through my chest,her other hand muffling my screams.I sat bold upright relieved it was only a dream,but as I saw my alarm clock reads 12:06,I heard my closet door creak open.I slowly went back to sleep and my alarm clock reads 12:07.That’s when the same thing happened from my dream,her rotting nails through my chest and her other hand muffling my screams…..

This took place about 5 years ago on Christmas Eve night.It was around 1 in the morning and I just finished placing presents under the tree.I went upstairs to brush up and everything, then came back downstairs to the kitchen to get a glass of water before bed.My son Fine who was four at the time was standing by the stairs leading to the basement.I asked him what he was doing up so late.He pointed down the stairs and said “Santa”.I picked him up and carried him back to his room.I took a glass of water and went to bed.I woke up around an hour later to my son running down the hall outside my room.I sighed and got out of bed. As I was going down the stairs I saw Fine by the trees looking at presents.Then he ran past me into the basement stairs again.He pointed down the stairs again.This time I looked down the stairwell and my heart dropped as I saw a black figure sitting on the bottom step.I almost screamed but I somehow  held it in.I pulled my son quietly away from the basement door and closer to the front door of the house.I moved my hand away from my son’s mouth to reach for the lock and the doorknob. I tried to pull the door open as quietly as possible,but it was pointless. The squeaky hinges let out the usual your piercing screeches and I cringed my mouth and eyes as did. Suddenly there were heavy stomps coming from up the basement stairs.I screamed and pushed open the storm door and threw Fine outside. I shut both doors behind us and we went inside and stayed there and waited for the police.Who ever the person was,was gone though. After the police conducted a thorough investigation of the house.I ended up lying to Fine telling him that actually was Santa Claus.

But a few years later he remembered the incident and became a little more wiser to what actually happened.

It was an early morning.My campus didn’t offer housing and I lived about a half a mile from school, so I started my journey as usual, while playing on my phone.I walked up to see an old man heading towards me on a bicycle.Normally people had stepped aside to let the bikers or skaters pass but he braked instant.I stopped too wondering if there was something wrong.He walked up to me and said “dont worry im not gonna hurt you”. I felt chills instantly.I didn’t know what to think.I just looked up at him with a fearful and confused expression.He said again “dont worry im not gonna hurt you”. That’s when I had enough and kicked him on the leg and ran away.From then i never saw his again.

Me and my wife were on our honeymoon in Hawaii. We were on the island of Oahu sitting on the beach. My wife got up to go to the bathroom and when she got back, she told me that there was a creepy man watching her walk into the bathroom and when she tried to walk out he blocked her path. She only got away because there were two other people walking into the bathroom. So he got out of the way.

I asked her what the man looked like and she looked over but unfortunately, she said he was gone. Our hotel was walking distance from the beach, so we got back quickly but made sure to report the man to a police officer we saw washed up before going out to eat. We ate at a fancy seafood place and did some walking around afterward. Close to midnight we finally went back to the room and began to wind down.

Then we got a knock at the door. I looked through the peephole of the door and saw a man in a maid uniform standing outside. I opened the door and immediately tried to let himself in. I pushed him back a bit asking him what we wanted, he told me he left something in the room while cleaning earlier and needed to get it out the only thing, we left the do not disturb sign on the door all day. Then I noticed he was making eye contact with my wife. My wife then screamed that’s the man. I didn’t understand at first but it was too late for that. The man had already lunged at me holding my throat with one hand while reaching behind himself with another. He pulled out a knife and started swinging at me and if it weren’t for my wife coming over and smashing his face with the lamp.I would have been as good as dead. The commotion drew out all the inhabitants of the neighboring rooms. One of the women started freaking out and screaming making a situation worse. We called the police so did the hotel. It turns into a huge horrible scene but we were just happy to be alive.

We were questioned when the police arrived and some of the other people around us claimed to have witnessed it all. We still don’t know what kind of intentions this guy had but if I had to guess I would say he wanted to get to my wife. He might have been one very dumb person to think you would get away with something like this in such a busy public building.

I’m 27 years old, I live alone in a rural town in Virginia about two blocks away from my parents.My parents are both in their 60s and mum has a very worrisome women in her old age.

Sometimes she walks over uninvited and lets herself in since I had regrettably given her a key which can get a bit annoying.Like if I would be out really late on weekends at a bar or with women.I would sometimes come home to my mum sitting in the living room waiting worried sick.I know you may just think oh my god that’s crazy,why not just put your foot down and tell her to stop.Well because you don’t know my mum.It’s very hard to describe her but she’s the kind of worrisome innocent little lady that you just can’t bring yourself to go against and I hate to mention she also has mild dementia.

Anyway this was Saturday night,I think it was 2:00 in the morning,I was at a nearby club with a group of college friends.Really the only place to hang out in this boring town and I was getting ready to head home.I said goodbye to all my friends and walked the three blocks it took to it back to my house.I walked up my front stoop in my drunken haze and dug my hands in my pocket for the keys.I turned the handle and it was open.How could this be this be.I thought it was my mum but then I heard BANG BANG BANG sounds coming from upstairs.I called my dad to see where my mum was.He said she was sleeping next to her.That’s when it felt like my heart was dropping.I turned around to see an outline of a person coming closer towards me.I ran to my parents house and call the police.The police rushed to my house and search the whole house but found nothing but a long knife on the stairs.

This story is from the point of view of a 16 years old girl.I used to have a boy living next door to me that was obsessed with me.His name was Joey.

Every time I would go outside,Joey would come outside as well,as if he was watching me through his window waiting for me.He was 17 and very weird and he didn’t seem to have any friends as he was always home.I tried to give every sign possible that I didn’t like this guy,but he wouldn’t get the message.

So I had to finally just tell him one day that I don’t like him and to leave me alone.The look on his face that day is something that won’t leave me.It was kind of angry look a toddler gives their parents when they can’t have a toy.coming from a 17 year old that’s much more disturbing.

One night my parents left me to watch the house.I was working on a school project when I felt my bed shift a little.I looked under my bed.I screamed as I saw Joey laying under my bed.

I ran away while he tried to crawl out from under my bed.I ran to his house and rang the bell at least ten times telling his parents about it when they opened the door.Joey never came out of my house so I called the police.His parents begged me not to but I  ignored them.

The police found him still in my room and arrested him.Apparently he admitted this wasn’t the first time he had hid under y bed.They also found pictures of me scattered across his room.The most disturbing one was of me sleeping and it was taken from inside of my room.

I remember when I was about to fall asleep but then Mr Dawson called my name for a cup. I felt happy and my family bought me an iPhone.

I remember when I arm wrestled Derrick and he nearly broke my arm. I felt the pain coming up to my face and it got red.

I remember when I came to this school and slept in class, it was my first time in New Zealand and the first time at this school. I felt relaxing.

I remember when I got a hiding for missing school from my teacher in Malaysia, I felt very angry.

I remember when the Mosque that I go to won a soccer game against another Mosque and I was in it. I felt very happy.

I remember when I got in a fight with Carter because he pushed me on the ground and I nearly killed him. I felt sorry and angry