I live in a cabin on about 50 acres of fields and woods with my mom.
We've been enjoying a day of sitting on our asses and watching television.
However, I had to mow my grandmother's yard this afternoon.
I told my mom that I have a yard to mow today and it went as follows:
Me: It's cooler outside.
I guess it's a good time to get off my ass.
Mom: Or you could just call and tell her you'll do that tomorrow.
Me: Nah, I'm gonna get my things together and go.
proceeds to grab headphones, ecig, etc.
Juicy part
So I headed down the driveway, topped the hill, lo and behold there were at least 20
MS. highway patrol cars in the middle of my field about 70 ft. from my truck.
I had just assumed that our neighbor who has a history of cutting up had gotten himself
into huge trouble with the law over drugs or something.
When I was pulling out of the gate I told one of the local cops that I'm the land owner
and asked if everything's alright.
He said "it's going to be," whatever that means.
On the way to my grandmother's house, I called my mom and said "I don't know any other way
to put this than THERE ARE LIKE 100 COPS IN OUR FIELD."
She said that she's on the way to check it out.
I called her a few times with no answer, assuming that she's talking to the cops or something.
I knew she'd be safe with all of those cops, so I went ahead and started mowing the grass.
Plus, my grandmother is only a couple of miles down the road.
When I was about halfway done mowing, she called me saying that the troopers had nothing
to say, but one of the local cops that we know said that it was this guy wanted in Texas
for shooting three people, killing two and injuring one.
The guy drove into our field and shot himself after being confronted/surrounded by troopers.
When I was done mowing, I headed home to pick her up and we drove back to talk to the last
few troopers.
I told them that I'm the property owner and asked if it was all clear and if everything's
safe now.
They said that they had just moved the body and car out, so it's clear.
I said "wow, all the way from Texas, huh?
Well, be safe.
Thanks."
We drove over to the site after the troopers left.
Right behind our old pecan tree were a bunch of tire treads and a giant bloody spot in
the grass.
We're still in a state of WTF.
Going by the press conference we just watched as I was typing this, this guy shot himself
as I was going up the driveway.
I didn't even hear the gunshot or sirens, but I remember having my radio turned up.
This is a story about the most disturbing thing that ever happened to me while delivering
pizzas in high school.
There are a few others but this one stands out above the rest.
I was 16 years old and just got my license so I needed a job to pay for a car.
A few of my good friends were working at a local pizza place in town close to my house
so I decided to apply and got the job without having to interview because they were so short
staffed.
They also hired me as a delivery driver without ever checking to see if I had a drivers license
or not (I did but I always thought that was funny.)
About a month or two later we were having a really busy night and I was sent off to
a delivery in a fairly nice part of town the next city over.
This was before GPS was common and not very reliable so we still used maps to locate houses.
This particular house was in a new development so it wasn't listed in any of our directories
but my boss thought he knew where it was and gave me directions.
He was way off so I had to call the house for directions and this is where things got
weird.
The conversation on the phone was normal.
I told the man I was near his house but needed directions because the ones I was given weren't
accurate.
He was very understanding and told me how to get there from the road I was on.
A few minutes later I pull into his driveway and instantly get a bad feeling.
He was a man in his early 50s-60 and was standing in the middle of his driveway with a creepy,
satisfied smile on his face and wearing a maroon silk bathrobe.
I got out of my car and gave him his 10 inch hawaiian pizza which costed 10.95 at the time.
He gave me a $20 dollar bill and told me to keep the change.
Considering I was late on the delivery and had to call the customer for directions I
wasn't expecting anything for a tip let alone almost 10 bucks.
I drove away from the delivery thinking that something was off but I got a great tip so
I was happy.
I lit up a smoke and turned up my radio when I felt my phone vibrate.
It was the number from the house I was just at.
I got nervous thinking it was going to be a complaint or something because why else
would someone call the delivery guy after he has delivered your food?
My blood curdled at the words that came out of his mouth.
"Do you want to come back over and get the knife?"
He said.
Or at least that is what I heard.
I said nothing and hung up the phone and drove back to work as fast as I could.
I also called one of my friends who was working there at the time and told him what happened.
On the 5 minute ride back to work he called me at least 3 or 4 more times.
For some reason I actually answered one of the calls and he asked me if I wanted to come
back after I get off work and spend the night.
I was greeted at work by laughter from pretty much everyone working that night.
Everyone thought I was either faking or overreacting.
Then I got another call on my phone from the same guy.
I showed my manager while the phone was ringing and let it go to voicemail.
Thats when he decided to call the restaurant.
Once this happened my manager realized this was probably a serious situation and answered
the phone pretending to be me.
He had a very short conversation with the guy and at the end told him he is not allowed
to do business with us anymore and we are blocking his number.
When my boss hung up the phone his face was pure white and looked like he could barely
comprehend what had just happened.
I asked what the guy said but my boss would not repeat the words that came out of his
mouth.
I was so paranoid that I had to stay with a friend that night instead of going home.
Guess who called me a couple hours later?
Yeah he called.
At least 10 times.
For at least a week or two I was living in fear of being kidnapped.
I was always looking at the people or cars that were around me being paranoid that I
was being watched or followed.
Its possible that I was right because I started getting phone calls again.
This is when I decided it was time to call the cops and put an end to this.
I explained everything to the officer and he assured me that he would take care of the
situation.
Turns out the cop did nothing.
I live in a low crime town of less than 20,000 people.
This guy didn't have anything else to do that day except write some speeding tickets during
the afternoon, then some DWI's in the evening.
The calls kept coming and my paranoia grew.
This needed to stop so I told my boss that things hadn't improved and he called the cops
himself.
An officer came down to the restaurant and took down our statements.
Unlike the other officer, this man seemed visibly shaken and angered by the events that
had happened.
He promised me that he would personally handle the situation and I didn't have to worry anymore.
This police officer followed up on what he said and I never heard from that creep again.
I kept that same job for about 3 years and had nothing but great times there.
This happened to me about 2 years ago.
It was the last day of school and I was really looking forward to summer vacation.
my cousin, Tana, invited me over to stay the night.
Being the bored, anxious kid I was, I said yes and that I would be there in an hour.
Finally it was time to go to Tana's and I was excited.
As usual my dad left me with a kiss on the head and a "no foolishness!"
I responded with my usual giggle and "don't worry dad."
I walked up the stairs to the front porch and was greeted with my cousin giving me a
big bear hug.
This wasn't the first time that she has nearly knocked me down with a hug, we never really
see each other that much.
I reply with a simple "hey" followed by a wave.
As we walk into the house I see my aunt and uncle and i give them both hugs.
We head to Tana's room and play Xbox, watch a few movies, and eat junk.
It was around 10:30pm when we decided we wanted to start trying prank calls, and as we were
about to get the first victim, we heard what sounded like the outer front door swing open
and hit the side of the house.
Keep in mind that this is definitely not unusual but it still scared the sh** out of us.
I gripped on to Tana's arm and said "why does it do that?!"
In a shaky voice.
She said that it's just from the wind.
So not thinking much of it, we just went back to watching tv.
Then 11:25pm rolled around and we heard footsteps stomping on the stairs.
That's when Tana and I lost our sh** and ran to her brothers room, got all the bats that
we could find and ran back to Tana's room.
She finally worked up the guts to look through the blinds.
When she did, she turned to me with sheer terror in her eyes and whimpered "He's out
there…"
I looked at her like she was crazy and asked "Tana!
Wtf!
This isn't funny!!
Who is out there?!"
Then, all of a sudden, Tana broke into a sob and said "You think I'm lying?!!
I known what I saw!!"
I was so dumbstruck that I couldn't even focus on what was happening.
So we just went back to her bed and laid there with all the bats and within the next fifteen
minutes, the noises stopped.
What got me the most about this story is that when we woke up the next day, we went to the
kitchen and asked Tana's mom about it and to our shock she said "I didn't hear anything.
I slept like a baby last night."
Tana and I stared blankly at each other in disbelief.
Now I don't know if Tana and I are crazy or not but I'm sure of what I heard and so is
she.
Every time this story gets brought up, Tana and I brush it off and try to change the subject.
I remember that Tana was the one to look through the blinds… not me.
And that leads to the question that pops into my head every day, if I looked, would I have
seen something?
I live in a very rural, mountainous area of California, and at this time was working as
a cook in a restaurant/bar.
I was 24 and not in the best place financially at the time so I had been borrowing my Uncle's
car to drive to and from work.
I worked from 5 pm to 11 pm.
I know everyone in this area well and I don't have a single enemy.
I get along with everyone.
One night I had gotten done closing up the kitchen, and decided to have a beer before
going home.
The bartender was talking to a fellow community member, and trying to get him to go home.
He was too drunk for his own good.
There were some out-of-towners that weren't too fond of the locals' demeanor and it seemed
like it was getting intense between them.
I just saw it as a local that I knew as being annoyingly drunk but perfectly harmless.
I had my beer and went out and got in the car.
I could see inside the bar and spotted the drunk local, completely smashed.
I felt bad for not offering a ride home, but was tired from work and told myself he'll
be okay.
I drive away.
Mind you, there's no street lamps, no buildings; it's the middle of nowhere.
Pitch black.
Quiet.
I realize about a mile from the bar that I should turn around and offer the local a ride
home, he didn't live far and it wouldn't be far out of my way to do so.
I turn around at a muddy turn out and go back.
I get in the bar, and I basically was short with the local and told him that I would pick
him up in the morning and he could get his truck, sober... that I'll give him a ride
home tonight.
I was 24 at the time, and a small built female.
He was a smaller built 35 ish looking male.
I knew this guy had hit on me in the past but I assumed he was just a 35 year old weirdo
who was lonely, I always shrugged off his advances.
Within a couple minutes of reasoning, he finally hopped in the car and I took off, driving
towards his home (about 5 miles away on winding mountain roads).
I didn't notice anything really at first, he seemed drunk, quiet, mumbly.
But not too long into the drive he starts saying thank you, how nice I am to help him
out.
I say the usual: of course, no problem... couldn't let him be there knowing full well
he wasn't able to drive.
This is where I start getting creeped out.
I make a turn on the road he lives on, it's a long road, not many houses... all of the
driveways are long, about a mile or two... so you don't see any houses.
He gets really quiet, and it's dark in the car...
I can't see him really well.
I notice him look at me, though.
I could see the reflection of his eyes from the dim lights on the radio.
This is something I remember very vividly... his eyes gleaming kind of green from the lights
on the radio knobs.
He was just looking at me.
I, without returning his gaze, said "what's up, why are you looking at me like that?"
he says to me "you're so pretty, and I never get this chance to be alone with you."
I shrugged it off, trying to play it cool although I started regretting my decision.
All of the sudden he reaches over to me, while I'm driving, and tries to put his hand I'm
assuming on my breast, but instead his hands land on my shoulder/neck area.
I start yelling at him telling him to stop.
I slam on my breaks, in the middle of the road (no one is behind me, there's no one
for miles) and I scream at him to "GET OUT OF THIS CAR, NOW" and I repeat it over and
over.
At this point I had my hands off the wheel and I was trying to push him out of the car.
I had leaned over and opened the car door.
I had never, in my life, realized my own strength.
My own WEAK strength.
This 30 somethings male was not budging against me.
I notice him laughing, a really sloppy laugh.
He says "you and I both know that no one is around."
I said to him "we just left the bar, at least 5 people know where I am going, please stop.
Here's a flashlight, walk on home.
I'm done with you tonight."
He is quiet for a minute before saying "I don't feel like walking much."
The way he said it scared the living shit out of me.
I start screaming, not like a hoarse scream, but like an ear piercing scream.
I knew the scream was strong and loud and I had even hurt my own ears... just hoping
someone had their windows open somewhere off in the woods... but nothing happened.
We struggled for what felt like minutes as he kept trying to come at me.
This entire time he was kind of laughing.
He WAS drunk, so that was probably my only advantage- I was not.
He was sloppy, and trying to attack me for whatever reason.
I pushed on him like I had never pushed on anything in my life.
I pushed so hard that I felt my arms just burning with pain.
When he finally gets out of the car, I slam on the gas, not even bothering with the door.
Remember, I was headed down a long ass road in the middle of nowhere, and not on MY road.
It's a dead end road after about 20 miles.
So I keep driving down this road I know well, knowing full well I will need to stop to turn
around, but this road is like 1.5 lanes wide, and there's hardly any turn outs.
When I finally do, I turn around fast and in someones dirt driveway... afraid of the
car being still for even a second.
I take off driving, knowing he'll be up ahead any second.
I never see him.
I never see him again.
He was a local I'd known for years, and saw frequently.
I don't know if he took off to another area from embarrassment or what, but I never saw
him again.
I arrived home, shaking, red, scratched, out of breath... my boyfriend and our friend were
at home playing Jenga and I told them immediately, and they knew who it was too, and they went
to try and find him. I Never saw him again... that was last November.