58 Spooky Things People Experienced That Are Way Worse Than Halloween Costumes And Fake Decorations

I grew up in a 150 year old Victorian house. It was an amazing house, but my sister and I were forever convinced it was haunted, but most likely by friendly ghosts.

I was 5. It was around bedtime and I was hanging out in my mom's room. My dad was away on business so I somehow tricked my mom into letting me sleep in her room with her. My mom had a large old music box that lived on her dresser at the far end of the bedroom, directly opposite the bed. It was an heirloom made of dark wood with floral inlays and about the size of a microwave. I *always* wanted to play it. It played a song from the Nutcracker and being a committed 5 year old ballerina I thought it was the most amazing thing ever. I was forever strictly forbidden to touch it.

That night, I'm getting settled in my mom's bed and she walks in her bathroom to brush her teeth and do whatever else mom's do before bed. Before closing the door she specifically reminds me not to touch the music box. So I'm laying there, the summer breeze blowing the long curtains around the windows and getting all snuggled into the blankets when suddenly a note comes from the music box. Then another note ticks by. Then another. And suddenly the music box burst into full song mode, plucking away like it was the last time it would ever get to play it. I laid there frozen in fear, then leaped up to try and turn it off. My mom came out of the bathroom just in time to see me open the lid of the box.

I started sobbing. Like immediate, choking, huge tears sobbing. Brokenly I tried to explain that the house was haunted and the box started on it's own and I "promise promise promise swear to god I didn't touch it and the ghosts are going to get me!!!". I was 100% convinced that we were all about to d*e. To this day I remember the constricting feeling of panic and fear in my chest that there was something else in the room with us. My mom chided me for lying. I got back in bed and sobbed myself to sleep not only mad she didn't believe me but also terrified that I was going to be m******d in my sleep by the ghosts in the house.

This was 20 years ago. My mom just sold the family house last winter. She still doesn't believe me that the music started on it's own.

Ok, I've got to post this finally. My one unexplained experience.

I was in my sophomore year of high school. I would usually get ready and then wait for my mother to drive me to school. While she was getting ready, I was just kind of hanging out in the bathroom with her while she was putting on make-up and curling her hair. She looked a little frazzled and I asked if everything was ok. She told me about a weird occurrence the night before. She told me that she had been woken up at around 2:00 by a strange noise. It wasn't super loud, but it was pretty constant. My dad wasn't woken up by it, though it's not surprising as he sleeps like a log. Anyway, she starts looking for the source of the noise, first checking the bathroom attached to their room, but there isn't anything in there. Next, she walks out into the hall and hears the noise from the bathroom nearby. When she walks in, she sees a hairdryer plugged in and turned on, just sitting in the middle of the bath mat on the floor. She thinks it's strange, but there are 4 kids living in the house, and she thought maybe someone had sleepwalked and turned it on. Whatever. She unplugs it and puts it away. She goes back to bed and eventually falls asleep.

About an hour later, she wakes up again, and hears the same noise. She's kinda pissed off and goes to check it out again. Except, now the noise is from downstairs. She tracks it down into the guest bathroom in the main entry hall (my parents house has, like, 4 bathrooms). She opens the door and, again, there's a hairdryer turned on, laying in the middle of the floor. She's freaked out by this point, but she unplugs it and puts it away. She didn't get a great night's sleep after that.

So she's telling me this story, and as soon as she comes to the conclusion, we both just freeze, and turn our heads into the walk-in closet off her bathroom. As soon as we look in there, the entire light on the ceiling shatters. Not the light bulb, but the glass cover. It shatters, sending shards of glass everywhere. Welp, we both freak and get the heck out. We didn't know what to make of it, but we haven't really had any experiences before or since, and none of my family have experienced anything either.

I was 7 months pregnant and had locked my car keys in the restaurant I worked at. It was a small town, so I figured a manager could come unlock the restaurant for me but no one answered. I looked through a window to see if I could get to my keys from said window when the alarm went off - a screaming siren and flood lights. I immediately had to call the owner who lived in the next town over so she could turn off the alarm. In the meantime, the alarm was so loud that the police heard it from 6 blocks out.

I was in the back of the restaurant when I saw a police officer pull up. Relieved, I walked around the side, to tell the officer that my owner is going to turn off the alarm, when I'm greeted with an officer holding up his g*n screaming something that I can't hear. He proceeds to put his finger on the trigger and I break down. I put my hands up, start sobbing uncontrollably and drop down to my knees. Once I hit the ground, the alarm goes off and I can hear him screaming to put my hands behind my head. Once he realizes that I'm pregnant and I'm wearing the uniform of the restaurant, he puts his g*n away. Later, he tells me he was ready to sh**t me. It was his first week on the job and he never expected to see someone come from around the side of the building. Scared me to d***h.

I have a story I've posted on here before, but I looked and looked and can't find it, so I'm assuming I deleted it for whatever reason, so sorry if this is a repost, but it's just too good to not share here, again:

My fiancé and I rent a house together, and we live alone.

About two years ago, my fiancé and I were lying in bed. It was actually pretty late in the morning-- 10:30 or 11:00 AM., or so. I'd been awake for about ten or fifteen minutes, and my fiancé was just waking up.

We lied there, talking softly about whether or not we should get up yet, or try to go back to sleep for a bit, since he had the first half of the day off of work, and it might be nice to catch up on sleep since we'd had a busy couple of days. He was lying on his back, staring up at the ceiling, and I was on my right side, facing him, with my hand on his chest while we talked. In that position, I had my back to our bedroom door, which was maybe 8 or 9 ft. away from the bed behind me.

Suddenly, an odd feeling came over the room. Seriously, it felt like the air in the room was suddenly either sucked out, or made very, VERY heavy, and it almost felt like I was under water, or gravity changed... and the room seemed to almost feel like it was tilting to the side. It felt like the air in the room was pressing down on top of my body, while at the same time slowing down time and making me dizzy and loopy. My ears were popping.

Well, I thought it was just me feeling this, and for a moment, I wondered if I was having a blood pressure drop (I get those sometimes, though it still wasn't *quite* what it felt like), but my fiancé said in a very frightened voice that sounded like he couldn't breathe very well, and like he couldn't get out the words without struggling, "Do you feel that, too? What's happening?!..." And that was when I knew something odd and scary was going on, because he was feeling the exact same thing.

I tried to speak, but my speech actually came out kind of slurred and I had to force the words out of my mouth to say "I don't know...I can't move..."

He said "I can't...either..." and I saw him trying to turn over onto his side, and trying to raise his arm up. He just kept saying "what's happening? What's happening?"

I tried to raise my arm up, too, and found that I couldn't. Again, it was like being under water, and in an intensely pressurized room. I started trying to push myself up, to see if I could sit up... I couldn't do it. It was just too heavy.

Then, we both heard the doorknob of our bedroom door turning.

It was turning over and over again... almost like someone was trying to come in, but they weren't jiggling it, or trying to open the door... it was actually turning in a rhythm. It was turning back and forth, back and forth, in a rhythm at about the same tempo as a metronome. Like a beat to a song. It was very deliberate.

We were both terrified and we froze-- the first thought in my mind was that someone had broken in, though I couldn't figure out why they would turn the doorknob back and forth, back and forth in a deliberate rhythm, especially because our bedroom door has no lock on it. They could just open it and walk right in.

We couldn't move, that weird heavy-gravity feeling that was holding us down still would not allow us to move, but I was trying to, and I could feel my fiancé trying to, as well. All I was able to do was turn my head *very slowly* and look over my shoulder at the doorknob, and watch it turning. I could see it.

Then, we both heard it... singing. Two children's voices, what sounded like a pair of young girls, started singing a song that I could not make out most of the lyrics to, and the only clear lyrics that I could make out was the very last word at the end of the sentence: "dancing".

So let me clarify what I'm trying to describe: These two young girl's voices were singing an almost nursery rhyme type song outside our bedroom door, while turning our bedroom doorknob back and forth, to match the tempo of what they're singing: the doorknob is going *chhck-chhck, chhck-chhck, chhck-chhck, chhck-chhck*, as these little girls' voices are singing:

"Something, something,
something something!
Something, something, *daaaaancing*!
Something, something,
something, something,
something, something, *daaaaaancing*!"

...and the doorknob would turn with each word they sang, keeping perfect rhythm.

I couldn't make out nearly any of the other words of this song they were singing, except for the word "dancing" at the very end of each stanza.

And they were singing it in a way that was kind of playful and taunting... maybe, for instance, kind of like two little girls would do if they were teasing an older sibling, or their mom or dad, by coming up to a room they're in, shaking the doorknob and singing at them, just to tease-- the song almost sounded made up, the way kids sometimes sing little made-up songs to be silly or playful.... Just trying to give you a feel as to how this sounded. It also sounded like they were laughing, or trying not to giggle while doing it.

So, as this is all going on, and I'm watching the doorknob turn as these voices sing at us, and near the end of the song, I turn my head-- in slow motion-- back to my fiancé to see if he's seeing and hearing the same thing I am, and I can now see has finally managed to be able to turn his head and he was watching the doorknob, too, and the look on his face... was just... I'll never forget it. His eyes were as big as dinner plates, I've never see him that shocked or that scared...his face was just white.

And then the song ended. It was short, just two stanzas, then just as soon as it started, the doorknob just stopped turning on the very last word of the song, *"daaaaanciiiing"*, and all at once, that heavy, dizzy weight that had been holding us down and making it so hard to move and breathe just *lifted*. Just went away. Just like that. Suddenly we could move again, and the air and gravity felt normal.

It seriously was all over, from start to finish, in about 10 seconds.

My fiancé sat up and goes "What the hell just happened?", and he jumped over me and out of bed, raced to the door and yanked it open. Nothing was there. We don't have a hallway, it's a small house and our bedroom door opens right up into the living room, and he just looked out into it and goes "Nobody's out there!"

I got up and ran over to him, and looked for myself. No one there. House empty, and our two cats were both backed up against the far wall of the living room, hissing and growling. They'd either heard it, too, or even seen what did it... and from the spot right in front of our bedroom door, all the way through the living room, through the dining room, and out to the kitchen door, there was this trail of heat. I don't know how else to describe it, it was just a trail of heat. The air just felt hot and oily, and you could almost see a haze, like fog, trailing from our bedroom door, through the house, to the kitchen door.

We checked both the front door and the kitchen door. Locked. Both locked.

We both sat back down on the bed, and we were just shaking. We kept asking each-other "Did that really just happen? We both heard the same thing right?" and yeah... we both felt the air pressure holding us down in bed and making us move in slow motion, and we both heard and saw the bedroom doorknob moving back and forth in rhythm, and then both heard the two little girls singing that song. So, I know it wasn't a hallucination or anything.

The only difference was that my fiancé understood a couple more of the lyrics of what they were singing, though not many-- he said it sounded something like "and we come in a'dancing!" or "and we go a'dancing!"

It was just so unsettling and spooky. And to be honest, the way the girls' voices sounded, they didn't sound mean or creepy-- they seriously sounded like two, real little girls who were just having fun and teasing us. It didn't feel or sound malevolent, or anything... it still creeped us out, just that it happened, though. We were both shaken up for the rest of the day, and I BEGGED him not to leave for work that afternoon (but he had to). The whole time he was at work, I kept every light in the house on, along with both the TVs in the living room and our bedroom. It's never happened again, but it still creeps us both out just talking about it.

The forest around my house is haunted by a square.

Me and my sister have several times now over the years seen a white squareish shape quickly moving through the trees from left to right. Very fast, fast enough you don't register it until it's gone.

It's weird as f**k. Other things happen in our house too, but at least the square is outside.

I'm a pretty sheltered kid, so had little terrifying experiences, but one I remember was when I was in 7th grade. It was nighttime at a huge mall in my neighbourhood. We went for our weekly dinner out and was going down the escalator. Usual stuff. Then when we tried to step out of the escalator, I felt something tugging at my left foot, and strong. Insanely strong and quick. I was horrified and screamed immediately. My shoelace was stuck in the escalator, and it tried to suck my foot in. I couldn't let go of my shoes, the shoelace being pulled means the shoe wound impossibly tight around my foot. I struggled on one foot and my parents immediately realised what was wrong. They screamed and ran to me, my mom pulling my body away from the escalator and my dad trying to release me from my shoe but failing. Then they both tugged at my shoelace, but it was so strong and I could still feel it pulling me in bit by bit.

Then my shoelace snapped and I was thrown to the ground.

Me, my sister and my mom heard loud noises upstairs (banging) after we came back from the restaurant. We where all in the kitchen and stopped what we where doing to make no noise to ear what was going on, after a few second my mom told my sister that was playing with her remote control car to continue so that it is less suspect that we are listening. After a few seconds BANG we ear another banging. My mom and sister freaked out and ran at the door, I then began to tie my shoes to get out until my mom dragged me out shoe less to go get to my dad that was working on the farm a few miles away. After that we searched all the house and found nothing... until we realized that my sister's remote has the same frequency than my other remote car... So while she was playing downstairs she was also controlling my car upstairs that banged into doors and walls. We still laugh about it 10 years later.

This church i used to attend was at a very old building. probably built in the 1930's. ironically, the sanctuary was incredibly creepy at night, especially with all the lights turned off. things would randomly tip over, doors would close, or some chilling breeze would randomly go through. sounds tacky and cliche as f**k, but it's hella creepy when you are there witnessing it. always felt uneasy having to be the first one to walk in to turn on the lights, or last one out and having to turn off the lights.

When I was in elementary school we would sometimes go into the bathroom and turn off the lights and do bloody mary to freak ourselves out. It really was scary and sometimes you could swear you would see something.

After one time of doing this during recess we all went back to class and were sitting at our desks listening to the teacher give her lesson, when I SWEAR TO GOD something reached out of my sliding tote tray in my desk, grabbed a hold of my shirt, and pulled hard.

I yelled at the top of my lungs and jumped out of my desk, effectively stopping the lesson and had the entire class looking at me like I was a lunatic. The teacher asked what was wrong, and I couldn't give a straight answer and just sat back down. I had to tell my friends later what the hell happened.

I don't believe in many things that can't be explained by logic or history, but for some odd reason a bump in the night or a series of coincidental events can really freak me out.

I was madly in love. This was the summer of '07. I spent every day at my girlfriend's house. Her bedroom was massive, like tv sitcom big. She had a couch and a big tv. It was the perfect place to waste a summer foolishly wrapped up together. Directly above her room was a converted attic that served as her older brother's room. He hadn't live there for a few years as he has graduated college etc. but that summer I knew he was back and forth, crashing at the house. We were watching a movie in her room and I heard a lot of noise coming from upstairs, like someone was moving things around. Tidying the place. Normal sounds of someone getting settled in. The movie ended and we were going to head downstairs for some food and I told her I wanted to stop upstairs to say hi to Mark (that's what we will call him for the sake of Internet anonymity). She looked at me puzzled and explained that Mark wasn't home. I started explaining the noises, almost certain she was messing with me but shrugged it off and headed downstairs.

After a couple more hours of hanging out I grabbed my stuff to head home for the night. I was barely 18 and I was driving my parents car so I had to have it home in the morning. It was around 2 a.m. and as I kissed her goodnight in the foyer of her house, music abruptly broke the silence. It was loud. Like the type of loud when you have a cheap speaker on high volume. It was upbeat music maybe 40's-50's era. My girlfriends face went white as she panicked. It was coming from upstairs. All the way upstairs.

We navigated the stairs and hallways together, clutching each other close. We tracked the sound into her brothers bathroom and sure enough in the pitch black a radio was playing. I turned on the bathroom light and shut off the radio. Confused, she stared at it. This radio normally stayed on the second floor..

The occurrence was odd, but I was able to calm her enough to head up to bed. I got in the car and began my 20-30 min drive home. As I navigated the neighborhood I felt that the street lights were going off as I traveled beneath them. I paid closer attention and sure enough, they were. I wanted to block it out of my mind so I drive faster. Up ahead was a construction zone and the road narrowed significantly, but I maintained my speed. Before I could react I noticed a small figure dart into the road, perhaps a young by or girl. I slammed the brakes, the car skidded to a stop and just like that, the car sputtered and died. I was frozen in the driver's seat. I didn't see anyone around. No small figure. But my eyes were playing tricks on me adjusting to the dark ahead. I frantically tried to start my car. Nothing. I picked up my cellphone and called my girlfriend. No answer. Then my parents. No answer. One more attempt and the car started again.

> The rest of the ride was mostly uneventful. I tuned into some sports radio to distract my as I pulled into the driveway at home I got a text from my girlfriend asking if I was ok. I responded "yes" and asked why she didn't answer my previous call, she said she never received one. I headed inside and on the counter I saw my mothers cell phone, the one I tied to call. Picked it up. No missed calls. Nothing in the call history.

Me and my cousins were playing in my grandparents basement that was a long room that we could play red light green light in. My grandparents basement was hella creepy though and the only reason we were playing there was because there was like 5 of us and the longest part of it was close to the stairs. There were a couple bed rooms and a laundry/storage room down there too. In one of the bed rooms my grandmother kept this dancing sunflower that was a motion detecter and sung the "you are my sunshine my only sunshine" song. So all of us lined up playing red light green light suddenly hear that twisted little sunflower start singing all the way from the back bed room in the dark where none of us were even near close enough to set off the motion detecter. We all screamed and bolted for the staircase. It was terrifying and made us more afraid of the basement than ever even now years later.

My parents rent a house from my aunt and we've lived there since I was like 2, I'm 28 now and moved out but the house has very strange things go on there that none of my siblings or parents could explain. The house only has one bathroom which consists of a shower and toilet and sometimes one person would shower and the other must use the toilet. When we were younger and getting ready for school my dad was in the shower and me and my sister were in the living room which is right next to the bathroom door no one else was up yet, my mom and brother were asleep. My sister and I have our back against the door and all of a sudden something knocks on the bathroom door, keep in mind my dad is in the shower... My dad even said "Come in" like someone was there. It was not one knock but 3 on the door, my sister and I ran screaming out of the house and my mom come out asking what happened.

The same thing happened several times even on other doors, including the outside door and when it was opened no one was there.

My family had real and fights when I was younger and my mom swore my dad was possessed by something. She even saw black hunched over beings crawling to her at night and got up praying to have them go away.

My bedroom also had glowing orbs that could be seen with the naked eye when the lights were off, even my mom and sister could see them.

Too much goes on in that house that can't be explained. Sometimes I believe certain places have a thin line between our world and the paranormal and that house and land is part of this.

Told this story of my parents old house when I was living with them before college.

I live in a small culdesac in the middle of no where. The next nearest neighborhood is over 4 miles away. One night a few years ago we got over a foot and a half of snow overnight. So far from main roads and on the weekend I knew our roads will be remain unplowed for quite some time. I went to my out back deck door to look at the snow Draped trees and the still heavily falling flurries and take some pictures when I noticed foot prints leading to my door then turning around and leaving.


I looked and saw that they came from my neighbor's side and thought that one of their more delinquent kids played a joke as my sledding tube on the railing was popped. I decided I'd wait till later as it was early to call their parents. I went on facebook and after scrolling for a bit I noticed one of my neighbors closer to the entrance posted "did someone knock for me or something at my back door?"

I immediately called her, talked, and told her I have an idea. I called the first house on the entrance and told him what was going on. He went and checked and sure enough, they were there too. Everyone started calling everyone else. I called the family at the far end and they told me there was none there. Then I got a call from my next door neighbor. She called the women that lives next to the end house. She said that there were footprints that led to her door. But none led away.


We already called the police by this point but now we called them back and said that it's an emergency now. They told us the roads are still all unplowed and they can't send a plow truck to clear the way as they are a privately owned company. The woman was losing it so one of the husbands (huge bear of a man) across the road from her texted her to say he was coming over to "invite her over". He came and she left. We put up one guy's live feed motion recording hunting cameras facing all exits. Nothing came out. Around 7 pm a plow truck came as well as 3 cop cars. The couple she was staying with and her went to her house and stood in the doorway as the police searched. They found nothing. She begged them to keep looking so they did.


Two of the cops went into the basement again. This time only one came up. He took her to the side room and we could hear hysterical crying (by now we are all out there). Me and a few of the other guys started towards the door when several police confronted us. They told us they found someone hiding under a cover opening in the stairwell that she didn't even know existed. A few minutes later a scruffy man screaming and kicking came out in cuffs and was led away.


In his little camp out they found blankets she just cleaned and put away. In the room next to hers... She stayed in other people's houses for a long time before going back. Even then she wouldn't stay alone. She sold the house the next summer.


He turned out to be a thrill-seeking j****e who was on probation for a*****t against a family member. The cops told us that they feel like he didn't want to stay at his apartment after a fight with his roommate and drove off in his roommate's car from the county over and got stuck in our unplowed roads.


And that is why you always make sure you locked your doors.

So.

I was stumbling to my home from school(it was 5kilometers, and i was about 12year old. It was very dark outside because it was winter. Also it was the most worst snowstorm that ive seen here in Finland. Couldn't see sh*t forward..

I was going with my big brother, and he was front of me.
We were going up to a little hill, there was still 2kilometers to my home.
I heard a sound, behind me, that called my name.. 5 TIMES. What the f*ck, it was creepy voice too, didnt feel anything similiar that ive ever heard and couldn't see anything so i was very scared and started going faster towards my brother and told him that.. then we just quickly went home and nothing else happened, Just couldnt get sleep that night

PS. my name is pretty rare one here.

I recorded two children whispering to each other in my room.

Last year I was dog-sitting for my parents while they were on holiday. They live in a very rural countryside village, in an old barn conversion and I hate staying there by myself.

So about 10 days into house-sitting, I woke up at 4am, and could hear something downstairs. Thinking I had somehow gone to bed and left the tv on, I went down to the lounge, but the TV was off. Very confused at this point, I wandered into the hall looking for the source of the sound. Both the dogs were sat very alertly outside the office door. Then I saw that light was coming from behind the office door.

I have absolutely no explanation for what happened that night. The computer in the office is my brothers, and he had been sailing in Europe for two months at this point, and his computer was always password protected.

However on this night, the computer was on, unlocked, and the noise I could hear was a YouTube video about Soviet experiments of dog head transplants.

I worked from home the next day as I was so scared I'd come home to find my dogs heads had been switched...

EDIT: commenter is correct, it was Soviet experiments not N**i. I was too scared to Google it again!

I was working as a bartender at a hotel that a flight attendant was m******d in room 354 at about a year before the incident. Anyhow it was close to closing time when the MOD a very small woman comes into bar and tells me she needed my help. It seems the fire panel is showing an alarm in room 354 which had been somewhat cleaned and left vacant since the m****r.

So the two of us go up the elevator and start heading down the long l shaped corridor, as we round the corner we can see papers had been shoved under the door from inside the room with “help me” written on them So the manager puts her master key in the lock and opens the door to pitch black in the room and we hear “thank god you have finally come. We both instinctively jump back and then see one of our maintenance workers stroll out the door. It seems maintenance had been using the room for storage and once he went inside the door the k**b was broken off on the inside. There were no lights or phone in the room so he held his lighter up to the fire alarm.

When I was a senior in High School a bunch of my friends and I used to drive into the the hills to drink and get away from our parents. I was the DD one night and drove back 4 of my friends. Two of the girls were really drunk and started puking so we pulled over in a park. Both of the girls started puking outside my car doors and then this pickup rolled up behind us and had its high beams on us.

I thought it was the cops and was just waiting for them to bust us but the person in the car just stayed there. Eventually we closed the doors and drove away. The pickup followed us. I started driving faster and through a neighborhood I knew really well, taking every turn and starting to speed up, but the pickup kept following us. Eventually my friends needed to puke again and we pulled over. The pickup stopped behind us and again just kept its lights on us. I looked through my rear-view mirror and saw an older white guy with a beard. He started reaching for something in his glove compartment. At that point, I freaked out told my friends to pull my other friends in the car and floored it. We took a couple turns and lost the guy. We stayed in a driveway of a random person for like 15 minutes and then decided it was safe. We turned back onto the main street and........THE PICKUP TRUCK WAS WAITING FOR US!!

I drove as fast as I could down the main street and the pickup kept following us. Eventually at the bottom of a hill there was a massive accident and a bunch of police cars and fire trucks. I started to slow down like I was going to pull over towards the police. The pickup overtook us, ran a red light in front of the cops, and I never saw him again.

I have no idea who that guy was or what he wanted but it was terrifying.

I was walking at 10pm at night in a park that had a forest trail with some friends to "ghost hunt." We were a group of about.. 10 people? Anyway, I kept hearing footsteps behind me and near us and nobody was there. I was in the back of the group since no one wanted to be there, you know, human shields and all.

So I was more in the open, trailing behind a bit with a partner, when out of nowhere, I heard a loud blood-curdling scream. Sounded like a girl screaming bloody m****r. It surprised me because I didn't expect it and I jumped on the spot. I glanced at the scaredy-cat of the group - no reaction. I glanced at my partner and the group - all no reactions. So I just shook it off, but then I heard children laughing and more footsteps away from us in the direction I heard the scream. Nobody was there.

After that, we reached a d**d end, turned back, and left the trail. I asked my friends if they heard the scream, and they all gave me a blank look. "What scream?" One of them asked. So I told them and confirmed no one else heard it.

A few years later I decided to look up the park and it turns out a girl was shot and k****d in that park. (My condolences to that girl). Also there have been reports of other people hearing children at night as well, even though there are no children outside past curfew.

I was a police officer who had a talent for talking violent/emotionally disturbed people down and defusing situations.

We had a "bag lady" named Annie, who we would get calls on regularly, shoplifting,disturbing the peace,etc. Depending on her mood she would sometimes fight officers trying to arrest her. No one wanted to hurt her,so taking her I to custody could be an ordeal. Also, Annie didn't bath regularly, but she compensated by applying generous amounts of Stetson aftershave. It would make your eyes water, and would stay in your car for hours.

The first time I had to arrest her, I talked to her in my "Frazier Crane" voice and it went pretty smoothly. On the way to the jail, I asked Annie if she'd eaten. When she said no, I stopped and got her a two piece chicken meal,With biscuit. I then drove slowly to the jail,so she could eat.

From then on, when she'd get in trouble, she'd "request" me to take her to jail. Fast forward, I've been promoted to Sergeant. My marked cruiser #61, was parked in the motorpool lot, to be reissued. I was as a supervisor assigned an unmarked car.

Later that afternoon, I responded to a fatal accident that one of my guys was working. It was Annie, she had been run over by a truck and k****d. I was pretty upset, because I had taken the unofficial title of her protector. And I should have been around to keep this from happening.

Later that night, a deputy from the sheriffs office called in, and said someone was hiding in one of our cruisers,in the back lot. I was heading in to do paperwork and got there first. The deputy told me via radio what car it was,: #61. I went to the car and saw no one in it. Another officer brought a key and we unlocked it to check for any damage, etc.

When I opened it up, the first thing I smelled was Stetson aftershave.