Three True Scary Halloween StoriesNumber One: LonerI didn’t have a lot of friends growing up. There were times when I would have someone to hang out with for a short period of time. But those friendships rarely lasted very long. More often than not, I always ended up being alone.I didn’t mind being alone, really. It was nice to have time to think. And I did that quite a lot. I used go on really long walks simply to have time to think.While I didn’t have many long term friends, I did know a couple of bullies. And the absolute worst bully I ever knew was this guy named Billy. He was one of those childhood and eventually teenage thugs that you knew was going to end up in prison someday. He was always getting into fights. He was always getting suspended from school. And before he was 16 years old, he was expelled from school.This story, however, takes place before then. I was 13 years old at the time and I think Billy was 15. And it happened on Halloween night of that year.Now, I had trick or treated the year before. I probably would have done so at 13 if I had friends to go with me. But I was feeling a bit weird about the whole idea. Still, I loved the atmosphere of trick or treating. I liked seeing all of the people out there enjoying Halloween. So although I didn’t dress up and I didn’t go house to house asking for candy, I actually did go out for a long walk in the neighborhood.In out neighborhood, tons and tons of children would be out trick or treating. People went all out in decorating their houses. Individual yards turned into haunted houses. And parents dressed up tried to scare trick or treaters as they came to their houses. This is why I was not able to just stay home and Halloween night. It was just way too fun.So I walked through the neighborhood, back and forth a few times. Seeing everyone having so much fun did sort of get me down after a while. It made me feel that maybe it would have been okay one more time to go trick or treating. But of course by that point, it was too late for me to change my mind.As trick or treating wound down, I was feeling even more down than I had before. So I decided I would keep walking. I walked out of the neighborhood and even went walked out of town. I hadn’t brought a watch with me, so I was never sure exactly how long I had been out or what time it was. When you are depressed and walking around, you can lose track of time pretty quickly.At one point, I came across the cemetery that was out of town. Feeling that my Halloween had been a bit disappointing, I decided maybe a trip through the cemetery might cheer me up a bit. I could still end my Halloween with a bit of a spooky time.Have you ever been walking and you come along a stray dog or a stray cat? And a lot of times, you do that and the animal follows you around? It’s usually a really nice thing to happen.As I walked into the cemetery, a really big rottweiler came trotting up toward me. At first I froze out of fear. I mean those dogs are huge and I had no idea what to expect from it.I was pleasantly surprised, though, when the dog came up to me and nuzzled my hand. So I tried to be brave and pat the dog on the head. He was responsive, so I tried scratching his ears. He liked that too. So I decided that I had come across a friendly companion for my walk through the cemetery. I have to admit also that I was a bit happier to have the dog with me for my walk. Cemeteries are pretty scary no matter what.The dog trotted right beside me as I walked through the graveyard. Even with him there, I have to admit being a bit unnerved. But that’s what I was looking for. It was quite in the cemetery and the small breezes of wind making the trees rustle a bit was eerie. However, I was only slightly on nerve about being there.The dog stayed with me throughout the entire walk through the cemetery. But when I got to the other side, to the exit, he only followed me for a short period of time afterward.The dog sat down on the ground and looked at me. I stopped and gave his ears another scratch. I thanked him for coming along with me. He then turned and ran back toward the cemetery.I have to admit I was a little disappointed at losing my companion. But I was happy for the experience. I started thinking that he wasn’t a stray. Maybe he was a guard dog that belonged to whoever was the caretaker for the cemetery. If so, he was the nicest guard dog I had ever come across.One of the things I didn’t like about Halloween was that it often fell on a week day. So I had school the next day. I had been out really late the previous night. So I was sort of sleepwalking through the day.During lunch time, I was eating alone. And that was someone came and seated themselves across from me at the table. I was shocked to see that it was Billy. I was scared but also surprised. He wasn’t the kind of guy to bully someone in the lunchroom, where he would be easily caught.“Enjoy your little walk through the graveyard?” he asked me. “You’re so chicken shit that you had to take your dog with you? You can’t have him with you all the time, you little fag.”With that, Billy got up and left.I was stunned. It took me a little while to try and put two and two together. Once I did, I realized that he and his buddies must have been hanging out in the cemetery and saw me walking through the previous night. As his comments sunk in further, I realized that the only reason this sociopath hadn’t attacked me was because of that huge rottweiler that had followed me through the graveyard.I don’t really know what to think about that. Did the graveyard have a guard dog? I had no way of knowing and I was not going to go there or call there and ask. Was it a stray dog that just coincidentally came up upon me?I have no idea. But knowing how crazy and mean Billy was, if he had attacked me that night, who knows what would have happened to me? It wouldn’t have been good.Number Two: The LightsSince it is the season, now, I thought I would share a scary experience that happened to my once on Halloween.It was a normal Halloween for the most part. I was a teenager at the time. I didn’t do things like trick or treat anymore. But I did go over to my best friend’s house in order to watch scary movies. This was in the late 1980’s, so we didn’t have access to as much horror content as you can get on the internet nowadays. All we could have was a VCR. And my family actually didn’t not have a VCR. But my friend Alan’s family did. So whenever they would make a trip to the video store, especially on Halloween, I would go over there and we would just watch a bunch of scary movies.Alan didn’t live very close to me. My parents had to drive me over to his house. After watching the movies, I normally would have spent the night. This was because by the time that we were done watching, my parents would have already gone to bed. Then, my parents would come and get me sometime the following day. But there had been a few occasions when I would have walked back to my house from Alan’s house.We had a pretty good night watching movies that night. I can still remember a few of the movies we had watched. “Carrie,” “A Nightmare on Elm Street III” and “Prom Night.” We started watching early, so we usually got through about five movies but I don’t remember what the others were.It was well past midnight by the time we were done watching the movies. And like normal, Alan had fallen asleep before we were done. I, got through them all, though. I went to get ready for bed and that was when I realized that I had forgotten to bring something with me that I absolutely needed if I was going to get any sleep. I always slept with earplugs in my ears because the slightest sound would always wake me up.This might not seem like a big deal to most people, but it was a huge deal to me. Alan was one of those deep sleepers and he wouldn’t be up for like 8 hours. I wasn’t prepared to not be able to sleep that long. So I decided that I would just go ahead and head on home. It would take me about an hour to make the walk, but it would be worth it when I would actually be able to sleep.So, decided that I would go ahead and do that. I left Alan a note. He knew that I had to have the ear plugs to sleep, so he wouldn’t be upset at me for leaving.Alan lived in the town next over from my town. Both of these towns went to the sane school system, which is how the two of us became friends. In order to get from one town to the next, I would have to walk out of town and along this road by this forest on both sides. It was dark and very creepy and I was not looking forward to doing it. I almost, actually changed my mind.When I got to the forested part of the road, I could feel my heartbeat starting to beat much faster. I just had to remind myself that I had done this before, there was nothing to be scared of and that I would very soon be at home and be into bed.Walking through that area, it was so dark. I could see a little bit, but not much. I had a light on my watch, but it was one of the LCD lights in a digital watch and at the time they barely even let you see the numbers on the watch, much less using it as a flashlight.Eventually, something caught my eye off to the right of me. Peering into the forest, I noticed what looked light some very faint lights. They were a bit away from me, but watching them, they looked like they were coming closer. They got closer as I watched and I eventually was able to make out that there were three of them. And they were moving in my direction, really slowly.I have to admit into believing in things like ghosts and UFOs and things like that. So seeing three lights moving toward me from a forest in the pitch black in the middle of the night, I lost my nerve. I began running as fast as I could. I ran and ran until I got all the way to the end of the forested part of the road and then some.Finally, I looked back, I didn’t see anything behind me. So I turned and went back to walking home. I was walking a bit faster than I had been before I noticed the lights, though. I didn’t quit until I got home.It was several days later when I heard the news that scared the hell out of me. A dead body of a young man, in his early 20s, was found buried in a shallow grave. The grave was in the woods, along that road I had been walking on that night. It was in the middle of the forest. Later that day, three men were arrested in suspicion of the murder. One of them cracked during questioning and confessed everything.I have no absolutely way of knowing if those three lights that I had seen were flashlights from those three men, making their way out of the forest after burying the man they had killed. But the timing seems perfect, doesn’t it? The murder happened on Halloween that day and the body was found in that area.Whether or not it was them is something I would never know. But I will always believe that it was. I ran away because I thought the lights I was seeing were ghosts. Honestly, if I thought that they were three men with flashlights, I probably wouldn’t have run. I wouldn’t have thought that was something to be scared of. So if it was them, my believing in ghosts may have saved me from a similar ending.Number Two: The BridgeOkay, I’ve told this story before and people have had their doubts about it before. But I always take the story with a grain of salt. And that doesn’t mean I want you to doubt that the story happened. It definitely did. But since it happened on Halloween, it is quite possible that it may have just been a prank. I really don’t know whether or not it was a prank or was it serious.In the town I grew up in, we have a pretty big graveyard. And, of course, when Halloween comes around, it turns into the center of teenager activity in the town. Groups of teenagers can always be found in different parts of the graveyard, drinking, smoking weed, sometimes having sex. Although honestly, the very idea of having sex in a graveyard is confusing to me. I struggle to think how anyone could find that arousing.Me and my two bests were not too keen on hanging out in the graveyard, however. But we couldn’t hang out at any of our homes. Whenever we wanted to drink or smoke weed, we could never do it at our homes. There was always someone who was there who would catch us if we did.We also, as I mentioned, did not want to go to the graveyard. There were too many people who would be there, albeit in small and spread out groups, and since the graveyard had a reputation, it was a much more likely place for the police to come if they were going to try and bust some kids.Whenever we smoked pot, we would go to this bridge that was out of town. It was a bridge that was built for a train, so we never had to worry about cars driving by and someone catching us. Freight train operators wouldn’t notice, wouldn’t care if they did and they wouldn’t be able to stop if they did either.So we waited until the sun went down, of course, but it really didn’t matter. We made our way over to the railroad track and followed it.We had been out to the bridge so often, that even in the dark it wasn’t difficult for us to know where we were going. We followed the railroad tracks right out of the town and into the more rural area surrounding the town. We eventually came to the creek that the bridge spanned. Once we got there, we had to climb down to get under the bridge. There was some concrete that was obviously used in the support of the bridge, that we always sat on while we smoked weed.We knew that we hadn’t been the first teenagers in history to have discovered that spot under the bridge. The walls of the small tunnel had graffiti on it that indicated others had known about it before we had. But up until then, we had never run into anyone else there. And as usual, there was no one there that time either.So we sat down and prepared to have a good time. We were down there for quite a while, having a pretty good Halloween.“Hey, what the hell is that?” one of my friends asked out of nowhere.Looking to where he was pointing, we noticed something off in the distance. Someone was walking along the creek that the bridge was built over.“Just some guy,” I recall responding to my friend. Although we had never encountered anyone before walking along the creek.We kept watching as he got closer and closer. And when he ceased being a shadow in the distance, we were able to finally see what was coming toward us.:”I don’t freaking believe this,” I said. It was a clown. Now, I didn’t want to mention when this story happened before I began telling it. That’s because it happened in 2016, when that whole weird clown sighting thing was going on. I didn’t want it to seem obvious right away what the story was going to be about.All three of us watch scary stuff on YouTube, so by the time we were all very familiar with the clown thing happening. This was in the middle of the height of what was going on. We had seen videos of ones that were obviously set up by people. But this was real because we didn’t take a video of it and we hadn’t set anything up to scare ourselves. And a lot of these sightings were in areas like the one we were in.Unlike many people who spotted clowns, we just were not curious enough to spend much time trying to figure out what was going on. And if had been anything except a clown, we would have chalked it up to a Halloween stunt. But we were not willing to risk it.The three of us climbed up back to the railroad tracks. And we started hustling along the tracks. We looked back after a while and were able to see that the figure had moved up from the creek to the tracks. But he was moving very slowly, so it didn’t seem like he was trying to catch us. But we had no doubt that he was trying to scare us.I wish that we had been able to record this. At the time, everyone had a video of their clown encounter and ours was just a story. So no one would read our story. But it’s been a while and I hope that you’ll read, it Killer Orange Cat because it was scary as hell to us. via /r/killerorangecat https://ift.tt/36yAb3R
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