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THE ELEVATOR

I used to live in China back before I moved to the U.S. I was 12 when this happened in China. My friend used to live in those apartments that look like high-rise but are a little bit smaller. Anyways, in order for us to go to his apartment, we had to either take the stairs and walk up 10 stories or take the elevator. One day, I had a sleep over at his place and we went to get the new Pokemon movie (the one with latias and latios) at like 6 in the evening.

The store was like 2 blocks away. He always talked about how creepy the apartments he lived at are because very few people lived there. I swear, I've only seen like 3 other people in those apartments and I was there all the time. Anyways, on the way back, it started to rain pretty heavily. We ran to his apartment and took the elevator. The elevator creaked and moaned on the way up and suddenly stopped. The lights in the elevator went out and it was pitch black and silent. Only thing we could hear was the muffled sound of rain and thunder. We being kids, started to panic, scream and cry. We were there for about 2 minutes when we heard a loud thud on top the elevator. Then we heard light footsteps walking above the elevator. We got quiet and looked up at the vent facing upwards in the elevator.

The vent had holes in it so you could see out of the top of the elevator towards the long tunnel up the building. Our eyes had gotten used to the dark so we could make out a few objects. The footsteps stopped and it was dead quiet again. My friend nudged me and pointed up towards the vent. What I saw was probably the scariest thing i've ever seen and I am 20. I have never been this scared in my life. I looked up and could make out a face looking down through the vents. It looked like an ape. Like a really human like ape with human facial features if that makes sense.

It was staring straight down at us. I don't know if it was our imagination distorting a face of a monkey or an actual demon looking thing but it literally made me freeze in fear. But anyways, we started screaming. I will admit. I pissed myself. It started banging on the elevator roof. It din't scream or anything, just made noises by banging the roof. It then took off and we could hear the footsteps running to the side of the elevator roof. Then the power came back on and the elevator started moving again. We never took that elevator ever again. It seriously traumatized us.

THE MAN

Okay, this is 100% true. I'm 23 now and this happened about 10 years ago so I was probably 13 or 14. Anyway, I used to skate(board) all the time with my friends Tim and Brandon. One day, we got done skating and we decided to go to 7/11 to get some food/drinks before we went home. Remember, I was only 13/14 so we weren't driving...We had skated to the 7/11 and were planning on skating/walking back home. Annnyway, we buy our drinks and we left the store. We walked to the parking lot's exit and prepared to cross the highway (it's not a bust highway, since it's a small town.)

While we waited for the traffic light to turn red, so that we could cross, I looked behind me at the 7/11 gas pumps. I noticed a 40-50 year old man, pumping gas into his white truck. He stared at me and before I knew it, he dropped the gas pump and jumped into his truck. He slammed on the gas and sped straight at my friends and I. He missed us, but he grazed my arm and knocked my skateboard out of my hand. My friend, brandon, screamed, "Wtf! u fuckin dick!" as the man peeled out and sped into the parking lot next to 7/11. I swear to god, he drove through a ditch (which was between 7/11's parking lot and the parking lot he was in) and tried to run us over AGAIN. This is where it got bad. The 3 of us started running at full speed, across the highway and toward the local library, which is like 2-3 blocks from 7/11.

When we were about 1/2 a block away, I looked back and saw the maniac speeding toward us, full of rage. Brandon and Tim ran up to the library doors and I ran towards the woods (It was Sunday so I knew the library was closed and there was a trail in the woods which led to my backyard.) Meanwhile, this maniac peeled into the parking lot and hopped out of his truck. I looked behind me, before escaping into the woods, and saw him grab either a shotgun or a crow bar (I was pretty far away at this point, and I was freakin out so my vision wasn't great) from the bed of his truck. I ran all the way home. When I got to my street, my neighbor (tim's dad) told me to get in his car because we had to go to the video store (which is where tim's mom worked.) When I got there, I found tim and brandon (they ran to the video store after realizing that the library was closed) and 3 cops.

A minute later, my mom came in, crying her eyes out because Brandon and Tim told her they didn't know if I lived or not. Everyone had thought that I was captured. Tim told me that he saw the guy running after me, into the woods...Which is SCARY because I thought the maniac was chasing THEM, not me! Anyway, he was never caught..and I spent the next 5 years worrying about every white truck I saw.

THE LAUGHTER

When I was a child, I lived in an old Victorian house, and I would always hear laughing while I was trying to sleep. I was an only child with a single mother, and when I was about 5-6, I would wake up hearing laughter in the hallway in the middle of the night.

After mentioning this to my mum, she swore it was probably just the TV being left on late.

One night, I awoke hearing the laughter in my room. I went to sit up but felt like there was someone holding my shoulders down, invisible hands gripping into my shoulders while I heard laughing. I screamed my little heart out.

My mum ran into my room, flicking on the bedside lamp, convincing me it was just a dream, until I said "but my shoulders hurt." She lifted up my t-shirt and there were two adult-sized hand prints on my shoulders.

I honestly thought I had imagined it and that it had never happened, but the other day I mentioned it in passing to my mum and she went blanket white and said "I don't want to remember that."

THE BODIES

I was driving a shortcut from Twentynine Palms, CA to Albuquerque, NM. Twentynine Palms is located in the desolate high desert east of LA. The shortcut was all two lane road through total nothingness, except for passing through Amboy, CA. Amboy is a nearly abandoned town nearly as far below sea level as Death Valley, with a dormant volcano and lava field on one side and a salt flat on the other. It was also, at the time, a hotspot for satanic group activity.

So I was driving by myself in the afternoon. I stopped in Amboy and snapped a picture of the city sign, just to prove I was there to friends who dared me to take that route to the I-40. I got back in my car and proceeded to drive up into the mountain range between Amboy and the I-40. Once I reach the top I am driving north through a canyon with high grass on both sides of the road. Up ahead I see some stuff in the middle of the road. As I approach I slow down to see a red Pontiac Fiero stopped sideways across both lanes, a suitcase open with clothes scattered everywhere and two bodies laying face down in the road, a man and a woman.

I stop a hundred feet or so away and the hair on the back of my neck is standing up. Being a Marine, I reach under the seat and pull out a 9mm pistol and chamber a round. Something seemed very wrong, it looked too perfect as if it were staged. An ambush? Was I being paranoid? Something was just wrong. Getting out of the car seemed unthinkable, it was the horror movie move.

As I scanned the road I saw a line I could drive. Pass the guy in the road on his left, swerve to the right side of the woman, behind the Fiero and I'd be on the other side. I dropped it into first gear, punched it and drove the line I planned.

I passed the back of the Fiero without hitting it or either of the bodies in the road. I continued forward a couple hundred feet and slowed down so I could breathe and let my heart slow down. As I looked up into the rearview mirror I saw that the two bodies had gotten up to their knees and twenty or so people emerged from the tall grass on either side of the road by the car and bodies. At that moment my right foot smashed the gas pedal to the floor and did not let up until I had to slowdown for the I-40 east onramp.

I will never know what would have happened to me had I gotten out of the car to check on the bodies or stopped my car closer to them. Somehow I do not think it would have been good. Sometimes real life can be scarier than a movie.