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You are home alone, and you hear on the news about the profile of a murderer who is on the loose. You look out the sliding glass doors to your backyard, and you notice a man standing out in the snow. He fits the profilt of the murderer exactly, and he is smiling at you. You gulp, picking up the phone to your right and dialing 911. You look back out the glass as you press the phone to your ear, and notice he is much closer to you now.
i was home with a broken leg and i had my crutches next to me and the basement door was open the lights were out..
down the basement stares was pitch black no one was home. i got up and i start to use my crutches and i looked down the stairs
and the light came on and off for a fraction of a moment and i saw a person standing at the bottom looking up at me. i slammed
the door shut locking and i stared at the door and i heard something trying to wiggle the door knob for a minute then gave up.
--TLDR
i fucking hated living in a real haunted house.
I once hallucinated my boss doing a devilish laugh while he was writing my paycheck, I was highly tweaked out at the time tho, scary as fuck and I couldnt say nothing about it for i didint want to get fired: (
I'm gonna hold my head 'cause I have no fear. This probably seems crazy, crazy, a graveyard theory. A ghost tried to approach me and got leery. I asked him a question, and he vanished in a second. I'm walkin' through valleys cryin' pumpkin in the alley. They didn't seem happy, but they sure tried to get me. I had to back 'em up with the fist, metal crack 'em. I'm hearing someone sayin' "You a chicken, don't be scared!" It had to be the wind, 'cause nobody wasn't there.
