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DESERTED ROAD
About two years ago, I was driving home from a family reunion pretty late at night, and the drive was about two hours. I didn't stay the night because I had to be back for work the following day. Most of the drive was on roads with dense bushes and trees on either side - the real creepy ones you see a lot in movies. Anyway, I had been driving about 45 minutes, and I was starting to get really tired. You know how sometimes you just suddenly become really tired, out of nowhere? Well yeah, that happened to me. I knew I wasn't going to last, but I didn't come across any place that I felt I could park and safely sleep.

Anyway, after it became clear to me that I wasn't going to find a place to pull up, and my tiredness wasn't going away, I did something very questionable. I pulled over to the side of the road onto the grass, behind some bushes, to try and hide my car from anybody else who was going to come past (the roads weren't empty, I came across another car every few minutes or so). I made a mental note that the time was 11:22, and then fell asleep.

Some time later I was awoken by a scratching sound. I looked at the clock - 11:50. The sound stopped after a few seconds, and because I was still extremely tired, I didn't bother looking around and simply went back to sleep. I was later awoken by the same sound, and it was now 12:40. This time it really freaked me out because the sound didn't stop. The thought ran across my mind that it was just an animal inspecting the car, but why would it return almost an hour after it had left the previous time? I looked in my rear view mirror and just managed to catch a glimpse of something running away into the forest. Now, at the time, I thought it was the damn hook killer, you know the one that scratched that couple's car and then slaughtered the guy when he got out to investigate? Fuck that, I thought to myself, so I got the hell out of there. There was a bend no more than a hundred yards up the road, and as I came around it, there was a fucking car, parked off to the side of the road with the driver side door opened. I slowed down just to look to see if anyone was in there (there wasn't). Then I looked in my rear view mirror. I didn't see anything, and all of a sudden, this guy comes sprinting around the corner. He starts screaming at me, shouting stuff like "Hey! Hey you! Get the fuck out of your car! Now!" I noped the fuck out of there and sped off. I never saw the guy again. Moral of the story? Don't fucking sleep on the side of a deserted road.

THE PHONECALL
This happened to me last summer when I was back at my parent's house during the holidays. It was around 3am and i was in my room on my computer when I got a call from my sister.

Now that was already a little bit weird since my sister's room is just down the hallway from mine and she could have just came in my room. I went to pick up and the call ended as soon as I reached the phone.

I figured that she wanted to speak with me so I got up and went to her room. As soon as I reached her door, she started screaming that someone was in the room with her so I busted in and of course nobody was here.

After she stopped crying she told me that she woke up and saw a dark shadow just centimetres from her face and that's when she screamed.

So I told her that she called me, she tell me that her phone is not in her room and that she was sleeping. Sure enough her phone is actually dowstairs in her purse. The weird part is that I have the log of her call on my phone but she doesn't.

NOT ALLOWED TO TOUCH THEM
When I was eight my family moved from urban south Florida to a really small town in north Florida. It was like from a Goosebumps book. A lot of weird stuff has happened in the 15 years since we moved there, but the weirdest has got to be when my sister moved back in with my parents.

My sister's husband had been shipped off to Afghanistan so she was left alone with a newborn son. Not wanting to go through the soul crushing loneliness of raising a newborn all alone in a trailer in the woods, she moved back into my parents house for a while.

She said it started first when the headboard of her bed would slam every now and then. Then one day she woke up because somebody was tickling her.
She didn't really think about it until one night she woke my mom up by screaming(my sister is almost 30, she's not a little kid), and my mom went in and THE WHOLE FUCKING BED WAS ROCKING AND SHAKING LIKE. Really violently up down, to the sides, like a boat going through white water.

But, my mom and sister have been through a lot of shit, so they persevered. One night my sister was nursing her son and something grabbed her pony tail and started yanking her head around. My mom went in the room and very sternly, like talking to a bad kid, said,"I understand things are different. There's a little baby here and there never has been before. You're curious, I understand that. But you WILL NOT touch them anymore. You can look, you can stay. You were here before us, but I swear to god you are NOT ALLOWED TO TOUCH THEM."
It stopped happening.

THE HAND
I'm a college student at a small town university. I also work nights, 4pm-Midnight, so double wammy. Well our printer was broken, so one night after work I stopped by the campus library to print off a research paper I needed the following morning. No big deal, right? I go inside, planning on staying inside 10-20 minutes to get this paper. I print it off, easy enough, then get my stuff together to go home.

I leave the library and I hear a rustling in the bushes as I walked passed. I didn't think much of it, like I said, small town. It's a long walk to my car though and the rustling follows, so I pick up speed just a little bit. I wasn't too freaked because I assumed it was a cat or some birds, but i had seen enough scary movies to know those who act naively don't last too long. So I get to my car and the first thing I noticed was that even though I unlocked it, the lights weren't coming on. I get in and turn the key, soooo ready to go home. Annnnnd nothing. I turn the key again and still nothing.

This has never happened before because my husband takes very good car of our vehicles and I was absolutely at a loss. I opened my car door, not exactly sure what to do, maybe to check under the hood to see if there was a car genie to grant me a single wish? But as I put my foot down to step out, I stepped on something. It wasn't a leaf, that would have been absolutely fine. It wasn't a bug, hell, I can even deal with a bug. It was something hard, at least the size of a hand, and that was exactly what it felt like. As if I just stepped on someone's hand lying under my car.

I screamed a little and jerked my foot back inside, slamming the door behind me. I lock the doors, completely freaked. Take a couple of deep breaths, gather myself and open the door again. I stomp down with all my might (of course there is nothing there now) I get out of my car and acting as calmly as I can, walk back toward the library. When I get two steps from my car, I hear it. A growl so low and deep, I felt it within me before it reached my ears. I kinda slow down, wondering if I should face it but decide better. I move quickly and calmly back into the library. Just as I cross the threshold of safety, I felt a burning scratch across the back of my leg.

I immediately called my husband and had him come pick me up. He had to come inside the library to get me because like hell I was walking back out there alone. Sure enough, when I got home there were three scratches across the back of my leg that broke the skin. However, my pants didn't have any scrapes in them. The next morning he took me to my car and checked under the hood. My battery was unplugged. Both the cords that attach to it were taken off. Somehow, someone unplugged it, probably hoping I'd take the time to check. Good for me I had no idea what to look for. The next day I went and bought a printer and have never gone back to the library after dark.