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I recently learned of some chilling details about a person that was heavily involved in my life as a child and I thought I would share the story throughout my childhood I was extremely shy and did not find myself going out of my way to make friends in New settings I had recently started preschool at my grandmother's church and I remember being on the playground playing by myself when a woman introduced herself to me her name was candy and she looked like any other sweet old woman she almost reminded me of my own grandmother with her

abundance of white curls on her head Candi was a volunteer at the church and typically watched over the children while they played so we would see each other fairly often I can't remember much about the start of this friendship but I presume one thing led to another before I was frequently spending time with her in and out of school my parents were grateful to have someone someone who was interested in watching me as I was the youngest of three and my parents worked full-time while also taking my brother and sister to and from school sports

or friends houses so having a helping hand was a blessing for them to be honest I don't remember too many details about spending time with candy but I suppose we spent our time frequenting ice cream shops parks and whatever else I do have one memory of going to her house where I've never been been before and as she was showing me around I remember passing through the dining room and seeing another girl who looked to be around 10 to 12 years old candy introduced me to her and told me that she lived down the street

and would spend a lot of time at her house I'm not sure why but I remember being jealous I guess I was jealous that Candi also cared for and spent time with another little girl I had never felt that way before and I'm not sure why I remember that so clearly for some reason that was the only time I went to her house fast forward a few years and I'm in first grade I had totally forgotten about Candi and had not seen her since I graduated preschool 2 years prior my neighbors who I car pulled

to school with had dropped me off at my house after school one day and I spotted a Target grocery bag hooked to our front door I I wasn't sure what it could be or why my brother or sister didn't bring it inside when they arrived home from school an hour or so before me once I took it inside I noticed writing on the bag indicating that there was a gift inside for me from Candy I ran up the stairs to my room and to my surprise there were several adorable brand new outfits inside just for

me I immediately tried them on and was so excited to show my mom when she came came home from work after my mom got home I eagerly showed her the outfits that Candi had left for me unfortunately my mom was not as excited as I was in fact she was quite angry she yelled at me to take them off and that she would be returning them to Candi I was so confused as to why she was upset with me what did I do wrong these were free clothes a gift wouldn't it be rude to return

turn a gift to someone to avoid being punished I put the clothes back in the bag and handed them to my mother we never spoke of this again and Candy slipped my mind for the next several years a few years ago my sister was home visiting from college with nothing else to do we decided to go to Target to shop for useless things we didn't need as we were walking through the parking lot the thought of the target bag from Candy ran randomly dawned on me I proceeded to laugh and asked my sister if she

remembered and if she knew why my mom was in such an awful mood that day to force me to give the clothes back to Candy my sister stopped dead in her tracks and said wait do you not remember what Candi did to us taking a back I shook my head and begged her to tell me what happened she refused to talk about it and told me to ask my mom once again the thought of candy slipped my mind and I didn't remember to ask my mother about what happened until I was in college a few

years later we were saying goodbye to my grandmother after grabbing lunch when she mentioned to my mom that someone's funeral was that weekend they then sat in silence for a few minutes just staring at each other after my grandmother left I asked my mom who they were talking about and she informed wared me about candi's death the realization that I'd never heard the true stories about this woman crossed my mind and I asked my mom about what my sister refused to speak of my mother proceeded to relay the horrible stories to me about the little

old woman that tried to take me away from my family at the beginning of the Friendship Candi genuinely was a big help to my family and was someone that trusted however candi's intentions were questioned by my grandmother who shared a few of her concerns with my father after hearing some odd stories from her friends at church she felt as though something was off with candy and she didn't like that I spent so much time with her coming from a woman who never had a negative thing to say about anyone my father became slightly wary of

candy but he assumed that my grandmother was just being overly cautious after some time of candy watching over and babysitting me her demeanor changed and she started acting possessive of me and became hostile towards my parents she would show up unannounced to our house asking for me and if I wasn't there she would become incredibly angry and yell at my parents about how awful they were she would continuously tell them that they didn't deserve me and only she was worthy of taking care of me this happened to several times before my parents told her to

stop coming to the house or they would call the police this inclined her to start calling the house and leave messages for me which my parents obviously would not tell me about in these voicemails she would cry to me and try to convince me to leave with her and leave my family she would talk about how awful my parents were and how she could give me a much better life than they could the voicemails that were intended for me soon turned to threats for my parents she threatened to call the police or child services to

have me removed from the home and placed into her care she threatened to tell the police about my parents' violence and abuse towards my siblings and I none of which was true once she realized that her phone calls were not working she began making efforts to show up at the house again she started by driving up and down our street day after day she would ask our neighbor and then the neighbor children if anyone knew if I was home or where I was she would park her car and watch our house without anyone really noticing

or saying anything eventually our neighbors began recognizing her car and what was going on and they would inform my parents when she came around asking about me after some time of doing this she took it upon herself to come to the front door while only my brother who was likely 12 years old at the time and I were home and she started banging on the door begging to see me my brother opened one of the front doors keeping the storm door between them closed and he told her to leave she proceeded to plead with him

to let her in and he replied that I was not home despite me napping soundly upstairs cheers for smart 12-year-old Brothers candy partially forced herself through the door when my brother put his hand in her face pushing her out and he told her that the police had been called she left after that and distanced herself for a while before my mother had counted her again in what was to be the final straw one day my mother and I were backing out of the driveway to attend a birthday party when candy pulled in behind our car

blocking us from leaving she came up to the window and my mother rolled it down ready to tell her off for good candy ignored her and looked right past my mother into the back seat where I was sitting she said to me would you rather come with me and never see your mom again I love you so much more than they ever did and can give you everything you want if you come with me this was the final straw from my mother she never thought that she would upset or fight with an old woman but

the day had come when it was absolutely necessary she screamed and yelled at her making sure to include that Candi would regret the day that she ever came into contact with me or my family again something she said must have actually scared Candi because she drove off and didn't appear in our lives again until the target bag incident I'm not sure how I never knew that any of this happened and never thought anything was weird about her when I was a child but I guess my parents did a good job of shielding me from the

horrors of the situation after hearing about everything that took place I assumed that there must have been a reason she became so obsessed with me did she not have her own family did she lose children or grandchildren and wanted to find someone to fill the void according to my mother she had several children that were much older than me as well as young grandchildren thus I'm not sure what would have sparked her interest in me but thankfully we no longer have to worry about her part of me still wonders if I've repressed any memory memories

or conversations with her that were upsetting did she ever privately talk to me about how awful my parents were or how she wanted to take me away from my family did I ever agree to leave with her I also wonder if As I Grew Older and joined social media like Facebook did she ever search my name did she ever watch me when I was in middle school high school or even when I went away for college I have so many questions but I'm glad that we never had to find out if she was going to

follow through with any of her threats as a word of advice always trust your grandmother's instincts about other grandmothers and do not be friend the old woman volunteering on the playground and finally to the woman who made my parents' lives a living hell let's not meet again this is my first time posting here or anywhere about this incident this happened a few months ago to my friends and I we are University students in Cape Town South Africa so when we aren't trying to just get through the semester we like to let our habits get the

better of us and go out for drinks on this night we just finished what felt like an extra long day at University and decided to head to a bar about 5 minutes from campus for some much needed stress relief the evening was going well although a bit slow it was enjoyable with everyone having a drink and getting a bit restless so me being one of the more outgoing ones in the group I suggested we head to the pool bar not far from where we were everyone agrees and we get our stuff to go we all

jump in my car and we get to the ball but being a Thursday night parking was scarce I finally managed to find a spot about a block away from the bar but in a secluded side street I should also mention that this bar is in one of the sketchier parts of town but is normally quite safe due to the amount of nightlife associated with being so close to a university we walked to the bar and no one really felt uneasy nor did anything happen to make us feel that way which was quite surprising Rising after

a few hours of some pool and just relaxing we decided it was time to get dinner before restaurants close as being in South Africa means that most restaurants even fast food close really early at around 7: to 8:00 p.m. to comply with curfew we decided to stop at the pizza place below the bar to grab some food before we all decided what the plan for the end of the night was so because our group was so large and the pizza place being so small we decided to have those getting food go inside while the others

who didn't would just wait outside on the street this was an easy decision as the pizza place had a massive open window with a built-in counter so we could all still talk to each other this is where things started getting a bit weird while we were waiting for our friends inside the pizza place to come out this massive white van pulls up the driver wasn't an intimidating looking guy he was skinny looked to be about average height with shoulder length blonde hair a pretty standard looking guy for the kind of area we were in he

calls over to me and asks if I think his van could fit in a parking spot just behind him for perspective this parking spot could probably fit like a small hatchback maybe this guy is driving a ful length size panel band this makes me kind of uneasy as I thought that as a driver of a car you should know where your car can definitely not fit and this was one of them I explained to him that I didn't think it was even worth attempting he responds telling me that he has faith in his ability and

I should come stand behind the van and direct him in this gives me major red flags and after a few back and forths he just pulls the emergency break and sits and stares at my friends and I for what felt like eternity he then thanked us and drove off this Sparks my friends to come outside from the pizza place as they just saw what happened and they were very confused we are all kind of weirded out but we think nothing of it and everyone eats their pizza and we try to decide what the plan is

for the last hour or two that we have before curfew Cuts things short most of us decide this is where the night is going to end as we are all kind of weirded out by the guy in the van a few others decided they were going to stay and just Uber home a bit later in the evening with our group now cut down to 4 we decided to walk back to the car and just head home when we left the pizza place a homeless person called out to us and was insisting we had nothing to

worry about with the guy in the van and that didn't help with anyone's nerves we then decided to head to the car but as soon as we turned the corner to approach the s street where the car was parked we see the man in the van again this time not quite as happy as he seemed in his earlier encounter I made a comment about him finally finding a spot he could fit in while we were walking past each other and he just stared at my friends and I not breaking eye contact even when we passed

him I turned around to see if he was still looking he was but as we turned the corner of the side street that the car was on I I saw it and my heart sank the van horribly parked half on and half off the sidewalk the back door slightly open upon seeing this I turn around to see the van man is now walking towards us but he said something that confused me at first but immediately made sense after he said hey please just watch my car which as I said confused me but when he said

that four men sat up from leaning on the wall next to it and began following us my friends and I were slightly ahead of them so we were trying to discuss the game plan because it was obvious that if we did nothing then something horrible was going to happen to us my friends start walking faster and I remain at the same speed frantically searching my pockets for my car keys all while shouting at my friends to wait up and asking what the rush was all in the hopes that the guys behind us who were gaining

on us were oblivious to us knowing that they had Sinister intentions as soon as the car came into view we booked it we jumped in and drove away but we were only seconds from not being that lucky after locking the car doors I saw the men surrounding the car I managed to get us out and looking back in the mirror I saw a fifth person by the van at the bottom of the street I still have no idea what their intentions were that night if it was to Rob us or just beat us up or

worse I don't really like to think about how lucky we were that night I ask that when you're out no matter how innocent an interaction with someone can seem always pay attention to the little things so to the man in the van that my friends and I saw that night can you please not meet again let me start off by saying this in my whole 24 years of life I've never been on a train roller coasters most definitely but an actual train no way from the time I was little when my grandmother and mother would

take me to Six Flag St Louis in the Summers and I was beyond exhausted by the time I got there simply from the sleepless night tossing and turning from Pure excitement of what I got to do the next day but I always did what every kid between the ages of 7 to 12 does I had a blast at the park then was asleep as soon as I hopped in the back seat of the truck when we left not to wake up until we pulled into the driveway anyways I was never scared of roller coasters not

even the ones with a loop I was always the one leading whoever was with us down the long path of line you'd have to go through to get up to the ride one by one and coaster after coaster I always knew that usually about halfway through a visit I'd be too chicken for a certain ride that's still to this day I've never had the balls to get on the damn train that takes you around the park that's right the choo choo train why I cannot tell you for the life of me a single reason or

even possibility as to why the hell I'm so terrified of trains now fast forward around a decade to the time I'm 20 years old I live in a small town in Southeast Missouri and my mother lives in the house right next door every so often i' go next door and watch TV with her and my baby sister if I got bored she also finally came to terms with the fact that I smoke weed and when my sister is visiting my grandparents across town I'll sometimes go share a blunt with my mom but this time in

particular it was all three of us I'm laying on the couch my sister is at her princess table in the corner playing with something and my mom just came in from the kitchen with plates of taco salad she just whipped up for us she sits down and I randomly had it on that show I used to be a lie if that's not the name of it I apologize please correct me if you know the sea talking about about 15 minutes into it after she sits down she said this this reminds me of what you told

me when you were about 3 years old thinking she was talking to my sister I turned my head from the TV and she was looking at me I said huh she then went on to tell me that when I was 3 years old I randomly started talking about my other family apparently from what she told me my two sisters my mom Aunt our cat and myself they all headed somewhere and were killed after our train crashed at first I was like that's hilarious thinking she was with me but then she swore to God that I

randomly said that when I was 3 years old in that moment something sets that I've never in my life been able to find reasoning for my fear of trads can someone help me with this could she be serious I'll be 25 this year and still think about this pretty often it freaks me out my father died in 2009 after a heart attack ironically whil helping build a table in a church I had recently turned 18 when it happened and was thrust into the unpleasant process of funeral arrangements with help from my family we were able

to set up a funeral at that very same church because life is ironic a lot at that funeral I was with my family greeting people at the door and showing them in in I was seen broken and angry with the World At Large as I shook each person's hand and offered them some token thanks for coming I knew all the faces that came by if some only distantly until this woman came through the line with a large wrapped package in her arms funerals at least as I know them aren't usually the time for gifts so

she immediately caught my attention she was about 5'6 with a long black curly hair and seemed to be in her late 50s which would fit her knowing my father she came up and shook my hand rather enthusiastically considering the setting and said hi I'm Monica I knew your dad very well and he would want you to have this as she pushed the package into my arms I immediately felt it and knew it was a book a big one not big as and thick but long and wide in the cover about two foot by one foot

respectively this not being the time for it I set it aside and continued the funeral but not before she gave me a big hug out of nowhere I assumed that Monica attended the funeral and left afterwards but I never saw her leave in fact none of my family or I had even heard of her I asked the people who helped me put it all together and they had no idea who she was there were no call Locks no social media messages nothing in fact we kept my father's death specifically off of social media because even

at the time I saw Facebook for being the incredibly terrible place that it is proven to be nobody had heard of her to the point I thought she might be crashing random people's funerals but she knew my father I know this because inside the book she gave me is a handwritten inscription it's a bit too personal for me to share for btim but it was definitely referring to my father by name lastly that inscription was written as though it was a gift being given to my father and was dated at the end with the date

of his birthday in 1984 25 years before the funeral the funeral got done and sucked as funerals do and we started the process of going through all my dad's stuff I eventually looked at the big book we got and it was called the secret teachings of all ages an encyclopedic outline of masonic hermetic cabalistic and rosicrucian symbolic Philosophy by manly P hall as I started to look through it what first caught my attention was how expensive the book looked and felt thick parchment well-made spine and cover and meticulously written from what I could understand at

the time I only made it through two pages before my head just felt numb the book is big but the font inside is pretty small comparatively then there were the illustrations massive full page pictures depicting some of the weirdest symbology I've ever seen pictures of gods rituals expensive tables on elements and different worlds there's a picture just about every third page each more strange than the last all the pictures looked old I'm not an art guy but this looks like the way old paintings were done all the illustrations were printed into the book not drawn

there originally I've read a small bit more now that I'm older and can understand the writing a lot better it seems to be written in a way that it describes the philosophy it rituals of each of the named groups as well as the history of those rituals and the connecting line throughout it does not take a stance on the validity of the information Additionally the Edition I have is the golden anniversary edition and I have found that the original Edition was published in 1925 all of this is 100% true I really don't know what to

do with the book it could be worth something to sell but for some reason I find that idea gross I've been toying with making a YouTube series where I break it down a few pages at a time but I think I'll only get views by moronic q and non people and I don't want to feed that nonsense this happened when I was in high school a long time ago my mom just recently found the paperwork about it when she cleaned out her office upon retiring from the police department I remember being upset and scared when

it happened but reading the details as an adult it sounded even worse than I remembered I was 17 working at a Flower and Gift Shop it's nighttime a man comes in short overweight balding 40s creepy he tells me about how he needs an apology gift for his girlfriend so I offer a bouquet obviously it's a flower shop he says he doesn't like flowers because they die this was the first weird thing as he came into a flower shop then he goes into detail about how he hit her and asks me if I think he was

right to do so this was long ago so I don't remember exactly what I said but it was something along the lines of not if you want her to continue being your girlfriend he then tells me what a great job I'm doing and asks when I get off work I dodge answering he leaves nothing for 6 months then right before Valentine's Day he walks in the door 1 minute before close it was dark and from the outside it looked like I was working alone as my coworker a 40-year-old woman was in the bathroom instinctively it

felt like a predator had just entered the room you know when something isn't right and everything felt not right I then notice he has a tarnished revolver tucked into the front of his windbreaker which is halfway unzipped it was obvious he wanted it seen I quickly scribbled a note to my coworker that said he has a gun and handed it to to her when she came out of the bathroom she calmly walked to the phone and looked at me wordlessly asking if she should call the cops I shook my head no as I felt like

it would escalate the situation God forbid he heard the police coming and took us hostage or something I was just going to try and act as calm and normal as I could and hopefully not tip the situation into something more dangerous he spent 15 minutes wandering around around what was a fairly small shop in retrospect he was probably waiting to see if my coworker would leave as it was now well past closing finally he places an order for pickup on Valentine's Day which gives me his name and information for the police report I'm sure as

hell about to file he buys a card and pulls out a wat of $100 bills which he slowly thumbs through as though looking for the right one with which to pay for his 4 order I ask him if he wants a bag as it wouldn't be very inconspicuous if he just showed up at home with a Valentine's card he replies no I don't feel like being inconspicuous tonight which seemed like an obvious reference to the gun hanging out of his coat he leaves we quickly lock the door and watch him sit in his truck outside

we were not about to exit the shop until he was gone finally he pulls out of his parking spot and moves to another spot further away and continues to just sit there I don't know how long we waited but he finally left I called my mom crying she called the police who came to the shop the next day to take a report I told my best friend at the time what happened she told her mother her mother happened to work with the man and she informed security at her job she said he was very weird

creepy and likeed to talk about weapons a lot security at his job it's a large company with government contracts and things having to deal with tech insecurity pulled him into the office and questioned him about it he claimed it was a glove in his pocket not a revolver the police were pissed that his company made contact with him about it before they did and he successfully dodged the cops multiple calls and visits to his apartment my mom much to my teen Fury at the time made me quit my job which was devastating as I loved

it there in retrospect totally the right call the guy came in on Valentine's Day and picked up his order I never saw him again I live in a town which is quite like a party town so people come here in the summer to swim in the lake drink and party a lot and then as the Autumn hits the tourists go home and the town is silent and peaceful again last summer I was in the city center waiting for my boyfriend to pick me up and go on a trip near the town in the afternoon I

waited in front of a shopping center I stood there for about 10 minutes saw people passing by I also saw some friends who just got out of the shopping center and suddenly this old man who appeared to be in his 60s approached me to be honest my first thought was that he was a homeless person because he had dirty looking clothes and long dry hair also he was wearing jeans and a jacket in the middle of summer so this was a bit of a red flag to me a bit about myself I'm 20 years old

tall a sporty built girl with copper red hair I can say I'm pretty harsh with Beggars and creeps because normally you just can't get rid of them so this man stood in front of me and he asked me about locations of some restaurants nearby he spoke in English so I thought maybe he's not homeless and I gave him some information about some of the restaurants nearby I used to be a tourist guide so it wasn't odd to me however some some of those odd things happened just after this he thanked me for the information and

I thought he would go on his way but he stayed he looked me up and down and he started to introduce himself he gave me his name and said that he was from France but I want to make a note that he didn't have a French accent and then he asked if I was waiting for someone I thought that he just wanted to make a bit of small talk in my country not many people speak English well so they rather pretend to not know a word in the language and it would be nice for a

foreigner to speak a bit with someone so I said yes I'm waiting for my boyfriend he seemed a bit annoyed after I mentioned my boyfriend he asked my name and age my gut told me to get the hell out of there and I lied about both my name and age I said I was 16 I don't look like a 20-year-old anyway and I wanted to keep my age in the illegal Zone you know just in case he asked if my boyfriend had a car and what kind of car it was I obviously didn't tell him

so I lied again he asked about his age I lied again and told him he was 25 I didn't want to be a drama queen so I pretended to be calm but all of my nerves screamed at me at this point I looked for some familiar people on the street but there was no one suddenly the man grabbed my hand and held it in his hand and asked asked if I would go grab a drink with him I ripped my hand out of his and told him no what is he thinking and to off I

didn't wait for him to leave so I was the one who left first and as fast as I could I started walking to the nearby skate park because I know a few of my friends spent a lot of time there also the skate park is right next to the police station I didn't have the nerve to look behind me so I just walked as fast as I could there was no one there that I knew at the time but I saw these guys that were sometimes there with my friends and there were also some who

I recognized from high school a few years ago so I sat on the bench next to some skater backpack and that was when I decided to look back the man was on the other side of the street looking directly at me the boys at the park approached me because they said that I looked pale and they asked if I was okay I told them about the man on the other side of the street and when everyone looked at him he finally left my boyfriend arrived 2 minutes later I texted him my location he was in

a traffic jam so that's why he was late but I get it there are a lot of traffic jams here in the summer so I don't know what that old man wanted and what would have happened if I didn't go to the park I thought after if I overreacted to the whole situation but I'm not entirely sure something really wasn't right with that man anyways I will never forget the look on his face when he talked to me and he talked so quiet but I'm not quite sure why when I was younger somewhere between 5

or 8 a distant family member who was supposedly well- loved died and one of his last wishes was for the final celebration of his life to take place at his childhood home his son DJ decided to respect these wishes and contacted the current owner of the house to ask if a small gathering could be hosted on the premises and entirely outside as far as DJ and everyone else could tell the homeowner was kind and understanding and agreed offering to help out but being clear on B B Ries and such fast forward to the event itself

my family is arriving I'd say around 3:00 in the afternoon and I have this horrible anxious feeling deep in my stomach that I can't shake I mention it to my mom saying something silly that I probably heard on TV about my gut feeling and my parents shrug it off and tell me it's fine and to come on I trust my parents so I step out of the car all dressed in a cute dress and layered in cheap plastic jewelry think my gr beads that I proudly chose myself to appear formal for this serious occasion my

mom dad and I all walked towards the backyard aiming towards the right hand side of the house as the inside was off limits due to it being private property when a man busts out the front door holding a bat this is not just a normal baseball bat intended to occupy the children no this man busts out of his front door screams at everyone talking about how horrible we are and how our family is disgusting all while gripping a beat up baseball bat full of nails immediately I panic and my fight or flight in this case

flight kicks in and I make a beeline to our old blue car I only just got tracked out of by my dad I jump in and slam the door behind me me panicking with tear blurt vision and an incredibly upset stomach when I look out the window and seen the man the crazy man who made the quick decision to Target an elementary-aged little girl as he took a swing at the car and hit the area above the back tire creating a loud ringing and a dent my dad who took what felt like 5 hours it

was probably around 10 seconds pushes the man away and jumps in my mom following quickly behind we sped away from the house and back home not mentioning a thing except for how proud of me they were for running and that they'll listen to me if I ever have that horrible gut feeling that something is wrong again though both my mom and dad kept shooting quick glances behind the car and whispering to each other my family never discussed this event with me around again but when I asked my mom what happened years later she explained that

the man decided to do a Google search on DJ and found his estranged criminal brother's records on Google and decided that this was evidence enough to attack a family during a wake with a nailed baseball bat for a bit of background my roommate and I both in our 20s and female used to rent a second floor apartment in a historic home with a big wraparound porch we were the only tenants and our landlords ran a business out of the first floor but did not live there we could access the stairs to our floor by Crossing

through the porch or walking around the side of the house the area we lived in was a bit sketchy and P pitch black at night aside from our porch light so my roommate would often call me when she was walking home at night to help her feel a bit less nervous when she got close enough to the house I'd watch her until she got to the porch at which point I could no longer see her because of the angle of the window she called me as usual one night at around 9:45 p.m. and I peaked

out the window to see her about 200 yd away from the house she had me on spe speaker and commented that the porch light was off which was unusual I hadn't noticed because like I mentioned I can't see the porch light from my window we figured that the bulb had burned out or that the owners had forgotten to turn it on before they left for the evening as she approached the porch and began to walk up the steps I heard her deep man's voice speak something unintelligible in the background I saw her Ste quickly backwards

off the porch in Surprise the person spoke again and I could hear it more clearly this time again what sounded to me like a man's a very deep voice they said and I quote don't mind me I'm just a harmless little old woman I'm not here to hurt you who the says that it creeped me the hell out just hearing it over the phone and I watched my roommate turn around and book it around the side of the house to our stairs when she got upstairs she was in tears she said if the person hadn't

spoken she would have walked right onto the porch without realizing they were there because it was so dark without the porch light she said that once they did speak she could still only make out a large dark figure sitting on one of the chairs it was too dark to identify anything other than the fact that there was a person there she agreed that the voice was definitely male which made the little old woman statement so much creepier the idea of a man lurking in the dark on our porch pretending to be an old woman scared

us so badly that we ended up calling the non-emergency line and having an officer come check around the house of course by the time he got there the person was gone honestly the most likely scenario was that it was just a person experiencing homelessness and potentially a mental illness of some kind but the thought of a person taking advantage of the porch light being out and lying in wait for one of us to cross the porch was enough to have us avoid being out after dark until we moved out when I was a small boy

of four to 5 years my family my father mother one year younger brother and I were living in an apartment in a very relaxed area of my hometown usually we were all supervised by either my parents or babysitter on one evening however my mother went to her Sports Group and my father had to do an unexpected extra shift at work my mother had missed the weekly training several times already so she really wanted to go had left my brother and I in front of the TV if you ever want to stun children that's the way

in an hour or so my father would arrive out of routine she reminded us to never open the door for strangers and as a consequence of the traditional German education tell your children scary stories about other children who did things wrong and how they died we really knew this by heart anyways 10 or 20 minutes after she left there was a ring at the door happily I thought about my father coming home so I got out of stasis bolted to the door and more out of habit than critical thinking I used our electrical door phone

before for using the opener asking is it you dad back came a muffled yes which was anything but my father's voice which I told the guy on the phone as well after a short period of Silence he now wanted to know whether I was alone but I wasn't so I told him it was only myself and Kyle who were there again there was a period of silence and then the voice said listen I am a friend of your dad's he wanted to meet up this evening I think you can just let me in and I

will wait for him to return of course I was in doubt of that so I asked him about the names of my brother and I of course he got the second one right because I mentioned Kyle's name but he got mine wrong but after I corrected him kindly he just restated he wants to be let up it was a very rainy evening over the course of the conversation all of my alarm Bells slowly started to ring so I really had to make sure it was someone who knew us I went to the living room and

discussed the problem with my brother we came to the conclusion that there was only one way to find out asking him quite the foolproof question what my stuffed dog's name was of course he couldn't answer that and with that we finally told him that we should have told him from the beginning on that we won't open the door to strangers and that we will definitely call our mom if he doesn't go now he seemingly gave up after that as there was no further response when my dad came back we told him about the incident as

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