I have about four horror stories that I can recall in my life time.
First I will start with my shortest one. One day my neighbor was having a party and many of us kids attended it. We got bored so we decided to take a walk around the neighborhood. As we are walking for about five minutes, we start to see a shadowy figure ahead. As we got closer the figure looked like he was holding a bat. The whole group in unison screamed and started running back to the house. I was the slowest and was in the back of the group. I was so freaked out that I would get picked off. We went back to the party and did not go back out. We told none of the adults either.
Second was back in my Wow days. I was home alone talking in ventrilo to a friend. During the whole conversation, I kept hearing creaking and thumps upstairs. Usually that is normal but it seemed much more excessive this time. After a while I had enough and decided to get out of there. I told my friend I will be right back, grabbed the phone, and ran out of the house. I ran to my friends house but he would not answer. I started to freak out more now. I decided to build up my courage and walked back to my house. Luckily as I headed down to my house, my dad pulled up. I told him the story and he searched the house for me and found nothing.
Third was probably the scariest point of my life. One night I was playing night tag at my friend's house. At this time we were having the sniper shootings around my area. At this time it was thought that he was driving a white van.(Later we found out that was not true but during this night I thought he was in a white van) Anyways we were playing around and I was running to the front of his house trying to hide. As I was getting into a hiding spot, I noticed a white van slowly going past my friends house. The van went down the end of street, turned around, and then left. I shrugged it off and continued playing. About ten minutes later, the van was there again going slowly by the house again. My friend is chasing me, I turn to him and tell him to drop to the ground. We are both laying flat and the van goes every slowly past us. The van finally drives off and we do not see it again. My heart was racing the whole time. Sniper or not that person was still being extremely creepy.
Finally this horror story is my friend's fault:evil:. My friend and I like to go to the woods and collect random junk that we find back there. We find all kinds of treasures back there, even found a bra on a bench back there. Ew. Anyways we got bored and decided to head back to his house. As we are walking, we saw a short kid and HUGE kid walking down the hill. My friend stops in his tracks. I ask him whats up and he tells me he makes fun of the short kid all the time. Oh crap we are going to get our butts kicked. I turn around and run start freaking out. We can not find a path out to a street. My friend tells me he knows where we are if we run through this brush. I go first and jump right in to a huge pit of mud. My feet get sucked in and my shoe is being swallowed. I try to step out but my sock comes out of my shoe. I reach down and grab my shoes and just bolt through with mud caking both of my feet. We did end up escaping the kids but I thought we were going to be screwed over.
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