Share Scary Stories from your life
Jan 19, 2016 11:24:59 GMT
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Post by agrippamaxentius on Jan 19, 2016 11:24:59 GMT
So, laugh if you will but this story still brings a tear to my eye and is somewhat troubling, again I ask you share your real life "Scary Stories" irrregardless of whether or not you think they belong here. I find these to be pretty entertaining so i'll share my creepiest experience "Since then ive moved to NYC so ive had much creepier experiences but never at such a vulnerable age" here's a story I posted awhile back on Grogheads.
The Grey Man
When I was 11 years old I had just moved from Florida to Long Island NY, my parents business had gone bankrupt and this was the only opportunity for my family to make any money. Being a member of grogheads im sure you realize that I underwent a degree of bullying xD but this is irrelevant to the following tale. When I moved to Long Island NY me and my family moved to an apartment complex, it was circular with a security gate, and this security gate wasn't staffed by a security guard, it was a sort of "mock gate" there was a keypad but any combination including 4 digits would assure you entry.
At this age South Park had just come out, somehow despite the utter lack of snow "Except for a few days during winter" me and my friends became obsessed with hockey, the way young kids get obsessed with anything, a total and utter obsession. There was a problem though, me and my best friend "Ta, ive changed the name to hide identity but his parents were Hindu, he's a friend to this day" loved the "Street Hockey" obsession that rose up in our tiny apartment complex, but neither of us owned "Rollerblades". Nonetheless anyone was allowed in, rollerblades were optional and despite me and Ta lacking any we scored quite a few goals and were for a short time the "Sidewalk Wayne Gretzkys" of our neighborhood xD.
One day we had a great game, me and Ta had our sticks over our shoulders, our frames were tiny and I remember even back then that carrying a hockey stick was reminiscent of carrying a polearm xD. We decided to go over to my house and play "Starfox" on my N64, the way this complex was built was an oval shape, within the center there was a playground/parking lot which is where we all played since our parents were busy working. As we came to the street across from my apartment "The outer lower left wall of the complex" a grey car drove directly up to us. A window rolled down and a wirey man in his fifties "grey hair, rimmed glasses" smiled at us and said "Come over here boys". First mistake... we went over.
The gentleman "and I hesitate to call him that" proceeded to pine over our physique, in retrospect it was pretty creepy. "You boys look so strong for your age, how old are you? You look about 13". I want you to keep in mind that despite the terrible state of the car "An old beaten up grey volvo" for some reason it has tinted windows, it had a few other interesting characteristics but ill come back to that later. At one point I looked at Ta and I think thankfully at that age we had at least a rudimentary understanding that this wasn't the most "Common" situation. Suddenly the man motioned to the back of his car "I notice you boys dont have any rollerblades, why dont you hop in the back? My nephew doesn't need his anymore so just grab the ones back there. Immediately I knew something was wrong, there were 2 of us, how could he possibly have rollerblades in both of our sizes in the first place? Ta was excited, he reached for the car door at once and at that moment I turned into "Child hero" mode. Im sure it looked silly, but as Ta yanked the car door open I grabbed his collar and yanked him back, brandishing my tiny plastic 5$ hockey stick in the same way a knight would brandish a greatsword and explained in my most aggravating tone "My parents said I can't get in the car with strangers" I was terrified, clearly shaking as I contemplated all of the awful things that could happen in this situation.
3 very important things occured in the next 5 seconds.
As Ta opened the door and I yanked him back we saw the backseat... well... the back of the car. There was no backseat, there also weren't any rollerblades. What we did see is a man in his early thirties "To this day he reminds me of Mick Foley, sorry mankind" leaning in next to the rear back door, seated against it. Again, there were no seats, none whatsoever. The man continued to try to coax us into the car and this is when #2 occured. Ta noticed the man, and he noticed us. He looked away and didn't seem remotely interested in us, pretending not to notice. But to this day I don't think for a second that this could have ended in any good way. At this point me and Ta began to slowly move back, my hand on his collar yanking him closer to my apartment, ive read many stories of veterans in combat shitting their pants, I think this is the closest ive ever managed to come to that. I was certain we would be nabbed by the much younger man in the back. I kept my plastic hockey stick elevated just in case, but im sure against an actual attacker it would have been about as useful as a handful of sand.
I think at this point Ta also caught on, and we understood that we were in an especially akward situation. We hadn't heard about "Pedophiles" at this age but we certainly had been pumped full of enough "Stranger Danger" literature to give us a healthy degree of fear "Thanks public school"
At this point my neighbor came outside, to this day I thank him for that as at once the car drove off at top speed, just like Dale Earnhardt driving down a racetrack. It's funny because this guy was a bit of a jerk, he'd often make silly complaints that were making too much noise "When my family was rarely at home to begin with" and in general he was a bit of a prick, but he immediately looked at us and at the grey car and yelled "HEY!"
This is where #3 happened, and where I think I realize why this deserves to be in the "Creepypasta" category. I remember a police officer coming to our school to teach us about "Stranger Danger" and how to remember the license. There was no licenseplate there was NO licensplate! Nothing, an empty husk where an identifying number should be.
Me and Ta' proceeded to nod to Nick, my neighbor. To this day I am sad we never thanked him, to be fair my parents thanked him afterwards but I was just too young and too frightened to say anything. I had a key to our home since my parents were out working and we stood guard by the door like tiny Knights, discussing what just occured. It caused quite a hulabaloo in the apartment complex which resorted in me and Ta' having to explain this story in front of a bunch of middle class older folks who pinched our cheeks and tried to coddle us to no end, we were focused on trying to catch the next episode of "South Park".
Maybe I overthink this all, maybe there really were a pair of "rollerblades" in the back of this guys car. But to this day at the age of twenty six I have nightmares about this experience, something seemed very wrong and the lack of a license plate really added to this level of terror . I should add that the Smithtown police were notified and never managed to get any of these men, for all I know they continue to try and capture kids, I don't know, perhaps they truly had rollerblades as I said before. I doubt it.
Something was very wrong that day, I don't believe in god, or the occult but I think somewhere deep inside on an instinctual level my brain and body were telling me "You need to leave NOW".
Anyway let me know what you think and more importantly share your own experiences.
Best, Agrippa Maxentius
The Grey Man
When I was 11 years old I had just moved from Florida to Long Island NY, my parents business had gone bankrupt and this was the only opportunity for my family to make any money. Being a member of grogheads im sure you realize that I underwent a degree of bullying xD but this is irrelevant to the following tale. When I moved to Long Island NY me and my family moved to an apartment complex, it was circular with a security gate, and this security gate wasn't staffed by a security guard, it was a sort of "mock gate" there was a keypad but any combination including 4 digits would assure you entry.
At this age South Park had just come out, somehow despite the utter lack of snow "Except for a few days during winter" me and my friends became obsessed with hockey, the way young kids get obsessed with anything, a total and utter obsession. There was a problem though, me and my best friend "Ta, ive changed the name to hide identity but his parents were Hindu, he's a friend to this day" loved the "Street Hockey" obsession that rose up in our tiny apartment complex, but neither of us owned "Rollerblades". Nonetheless anyone was allowed in, rollerblades were optional and despite me and Ta lacking any we scored quite a few goals and were for a short time the "Sidewalk Wayne Gretzkys" of our neighborhood xD.
One day we had a great game, me and Ta had our sticks over our shoulders, our frames were tiny and I remember even back then that carrying a hockey stick was reminiscent of carrying a polearm xD. We decided to go over to my house and play "Starfox" on my N64, the way this complex was built was an oval shape, within the center there was a playground/parking lot which is where we all played since our parents were busy working. As we came to the street across from my apartment "The outer lower left wall of the complex" a grey car drove directly up to us. A window rolled down and a wirey man in his fifties "grey hair, rimmed glasses" smiled at us and said "Come over here boys". First mistake... we went over.
The gentleman "and I hesitate to call him that" proceeded to pine over our physique, in retrospect it was pretty creepy. "You boys look so strong for your age, how old are you? You look about 13". I want you to keep in mind that despite the terrible state of the car "An old beaten up grey volvo" for some reason it has tinted windows, it had a few other interesting characteristics but ill come back to that later. At one point I looked at Ta and I think thankfully at that age we had at least a rudimentary understanding that this wasn't the most "Common" situation. Suddenly the man motioned to the back of his car "I notice you boys dont have any rollerblades, why dont you hop in the back? My nephew doesn't need his anymore so just grab the ones back there. Immediately I knew something was wrong, there were 2 of us, how could he possibly have rollerblades in both of our sizes in the first place? Ta was excited, he reached for the car door at once and at that moment I turned into "Child hero" mode. Im sure it looked silly, but as Ta yanked the car door open I grabbed his collar and yanked him back, brandishing my tiny plastic 5$ hockey stick in the same way a knight would brandish a greatsword and explained in my most aggravating tone "My parents said I can't get in the car with strangers" I was terrified, clearly shaking as I contemplated all of the awful things that could happen in this situation.
3 very important things occured in the next 5 seconds.
As Ta opened the door and I yanked him back we saw the backseat... well... the back of the car. There was no backseat, there also weren't any rollerblades. What we did see is a man in his early thirties "To this day he reminds me of Mick Foley, sorry mankind" leaning in next to the rear back door, seated against it. Again, there were no seats, none whatsoever. The man continued to try to coax us into the car and this is when #2 occured. Ta noticed the man, and he noticed us. He looked away and didn't seem remotely interested in us, pretending not to notice. But to this day I don't think for a second that this could have ended in any good way. At this point me and Ta began to slowly move back, my hand on his collar yanking him closer to my apartment, ive read many stories of veterans in combat shitting their pants, I think this is the closest ive ever managed to come to that. I was certain we would be nabbed by the much younger man in the back. I kept my plastic hockey stick elevated just in case, but im sure against an actual attacker it would have been about as useful as a handful of sand.
I think at this point Ta also caught on, and we understood that we were in an especially akward situation. We hadn't heard about "Pedophiles" at this age but we certainly had been pumped full of enough "Stranger Danger" literature to give us a healthy degree of fear "Thanks public school"
At this point my neighbor came outside, to this day I thank him for that as at once the car drove off at top speed, just like Dale Earnhardt driving down a racetrack. It's funny because this guy was a bit of a jerk, he'd often make silly complaints that were making too much noise "When my family was rarely at home to begin with" and in general he was a bit of a prick, but he immediately looked at us and at the grey car and yelled "HEY!"
This is where #3 happened, and where I think I realize why this deserves to be in the "Creepypasta" category. I remember a police officer coming to our school to teach us about "Stranger Danger" and how to remember the license. There was no licenseplate there was NO licensplate! Nothing, an empty husk where an identifying number should be.
Me and Ta' proceeded to nod to Nick, my neighbor. To this day I am sad we never thanked him, to be fair my parents thanked him afterwards but I was just too young and too frightened to say anything. I had a key to our home since my parents were out working and we stood guard by the door like tiny Knights, discussing what just occured. It caused quite a hulabaloo in the apartment complex which resorted in me and Ta' having to explain this story in front of a bunch of middle class older folks who pinched our cheeks and tried to coddle us to no end, we were focused on trying to catch the next episode of "South Park".
Maybe I overthink this all, maybe there really were a pair of "rollerblades" in the back of this guys car. But to this day at the age of twenty six I have nightmares about this experience, something seemed very wrong and the lack of a license plate really added to this level of terror . I should add that the Smithtown police were notified and never managed to get any of these men, for all I know they continue to try and capture kids, I don't know, perhaps they truly had rollerblades as I said before. I doubt it.
Something was very wrong that day, I don't believe in god, or the occult but I think somewhere deep inside on an instinctual level my brain and body were telling me "You need to leave NOW".
Anyway let me know what you think and more importantly share your own experiences.
Best, Agrippa Maxentius