Gather around, people. Gather around. I've decided to tell you all a little story.
This story is 100% true, and 100% creepy.
All day long, my sister, my brother, and I were all playing Pokemon Go together. We hit the three pokestops up the street, we were catching pokemon, and we were hatching eggs. I even evolved one or two pokemon. It was a lot of fun, and I got a lot of exercise.
Anyways, we come home after dark and (after catching one final pokemon that I found in our backyard) we all go our separate ways. After about half an hour, my sister comes down and pokes me, then shows me her phone: there was a cool pokemon about 3 feet away- you know, the feet they use to show how far away the pokemon is. Well, we decide to go and catch it.
I see rustling leaves on the map up near a local gas station that isn't very far away. We head up there, but the pokemon we wanted wasn't to be found. Instead there were a couple pokemon we had already caught. Disappointed, we walk to the nearby pokestop to get some more pokeballs.
There are two pokestops by the gas station, withing 5 feet of each other. After we reach the 2nd pokestop and collect our items, we go to turn around when my sister whispers "Look."
I follow the direction she's looking in to find a person standing at the edge of their yard by their trash can. And they're close to us.
Now, this in and of itself isn't creepy. However, it's after midnight, it's rather dark outside, and there is only one streetlight that's farther down the road.
At first I think nothing of it. It's just a person standing in their yard. Right?
Wrong.
Anyways, we were already turning around and walking again. After a couple seconds, we hear footsteps behind us. We keep walking, and I look behind us to see this person following us. We do the only logical thing and start walking faster. Well, when we started walking faster, I could still hear her footsteps- and it sounded like she was running. I looked back again and the person was indeed running after us. I heard her giggle.
As soon as we hit the streetlight, we turned around to look at her. She was dressed in all black, in a sort of reaper-like robe. You know, the ones with the hoods and the long wavy sleeves?
Once we hit the street light she stopped following us, but we kept looking over our shoulder the whole trek home. After we made it inside, we locked the door.
We went our separate ways again, and I sent the story to my best friend through text. As we were telling our brother about it when we ran into him in the kitchen after a while, my sister said she saw the woman's face. My sister said she was a grown woman.
I would be more understanding if it was a teenager doing this; a grown woman, however, should not be chasing after two teenage girls after midnight.
I'm just glad neither of us got hurt.
If any lesson should be learned from my story, it's that you should never go pokehunting after dark in a secluded place with little or no streetlights, especially if you are alone or with only one other person.
Update: Now I can't stop picturing her having followed us back to our house. Imagine her standing under the streetlight right outside my house, catching me look at her through a natural gap in the curtains, and coming up onto our porch and staring at me from the window. I think I would literally cry.
