Demon Scarecrow

Last night, I was driving home from visiting a friend in Philadelphia. As I was driving West on I-76 closing in on the Gulph Mills exit, I noticed something up ahead and I started to freeze up. On the cattle shoots (that's what me and my sister call the concrete medians) about a quarter mile up the road, I saw a silhouette of a morbid figure in the oncoming traffics' headlights. As I got closer, I could make out what the shape was. It was the shape of a scarecrow, erected on a pole about four feet above the median. Within a second of recognizing the shape, I saw that it was moving, like a man trying to get off of a cross that was obviously tormenting his existence. His face was looking towards his extreme right as I approached, and his body was facing me. His head suddenly snapped towards my direction and he looked deep into my eyes. His eyes looked me straight in the face and he stopped fighting to get off his morbid perch. He just stared at me. His eyes seemed to start glowing a faint reddish just before I passed him, and as I looked in the rear view to see back at him, his head tried feverishly to turn far enough to see me, but he couldn't due to his obviously uncomfortable predicament. I lost sight of him, eased up, and continued on my way back to my home.

Shadows and Voices

I'm very sorry for the 20 days I let pass before posting again. I have been trying to get a job and I moved from Texas to Pennsylvania. I have also had limited access to the internet since I live with my parents now. But the weird stuff is still happening and I got a few good stories for you from last week and this morning.

Last Tuesday, my mom woke me at 11:00am and asked me to go to the park with her and the kids, and I agreed. We got ready and headed out. We took a back way to get there, and while we were driving, I saw a strange shadow cross over the road about 40 yards ahead of the van. At first I thought is was a plane, but it was too small. Then I thought it was a bird, but it was too large. The shadow crossed over the road quickly and it looked strange to me. After about 10 seconds, the shadow came back over the road about 25 yards in front of the van, and started flying along the road at the same speed we were going, maintaining a constant distance between us. The shadow was that of what seemd to be to me a demon. It had a head like a man, wings like an angel, and a long tail trailing behind it that flicked back and forth between its strange legs. It flew in front of us over the road for about 25 to 30 seconds. I looked up into the sky to see if there were something up there to cast the shadow. I saw nothing. I was terrified, and I physically locked up. Thank God my mom was driving, or we would have wrecked. After the 25 to 30 seconds over the road in front of us, it went off to the right and then it was gone. I asked my mom if she saw the shadow over the road, but she did not.

This morning, my mom asked me to watch the kids while she was at a doctor's appointment. I said alright and got up. I was sitting in the living room watching Sponge Bob Squarepants with the kids, and they were all on the floor in front of me. All of the sudden, I heard unusual voices coming from the kitchen behind me. I looked down and all the kids were in front of me, so it immediately freaked me out. The voices were that of two little girls, and they were speaking Latin. I couldn't make out what they were saying since i do not speak Latin, but I do know what it sounds like from certain words. It was loud enough I could hear it but not make out enough words to try to decipher it with a translation program or anything. The voices lasted for almost 3 minutes without ceasing. When it stopped, I asked the kids if they heard anything from the kitchen, and they said they hadn't and went back to watching their cartoons. I guess the reason it freaked me out so much is because it was the voices of children. Children have always freaked me out for some reason or another, so this was almost unbearable to have to deal with for so long. Trust me, when you hear two little girls that aren't there speaking Latin for almost 3 minutes, it will freak the shit out of you, even if children don't freak you out.

It Was Trying To Get In

Last night, something happened that really bothered me. I was sleeping in the living room on the couch, and I heard a noise coming from out on my deck. I live on the second floor, so it is highly unlikely that something would be out there whether it would be people or animals or whatever. The sound was that off someone taking the screen off the center window. All the lights and TV in the apartment were turned off, so I crept through the house with a screwdriver to use if I needed one. I went into Rob's old room so I could look out the window in his room that has a perfect view of the deck. The sound of the screen being removed was getting louder. Till I got to the window from which I was intending to look through, the sound indicated that the screen was all the way off, and then the second noise started. this noise was the sound of hands sliding up the window in attempts to open it. Thank God it was locked. I peeked through the blinds to see out on the deck, and when I did, there was no one there, but the sound continued. the screen was still on, but it sounded like someone was trying to open the window by pushing up on it. I ignored the sound and tried to go back to sleep on the couch. Didn't work, I turned the TV on and the sound stopped. About 15 minutes later, it started again, so I went back to Rob's room to check it out, this time when I peeked out the blinds, the noise stopped immediately but there was still no one there. I went back to the couch, and after about a half hour it started again. Same routine as last time with the same results. The fourth time, I was pissed and terrified, so I grabbed the bigger screwdriver and through open the door to the deck, no one was there. I finally said "The hell with it!" I laid back down on the couch and after about 30 minutes of not hearing anything, finally went back to sleep. I have been hearing the sound of someone taking the screen off for a couple weeks now, and every time I look there is no one there, but last night was the first time I ever heard the sound of someone trying to open the window as well. Really freaking horrifying. I expect to hear whatever it is again tonight. Maybe before I leave, I will get to see what is trying to get into my apartment, but for now, it is still a mystery.

But He Wasn't There

About two weeks ago, I was asleep on the couch in my living room. It was around 4:00am. I heard the door to my deck open and then close. It woke me up. I then looked up and saw a dark figure heading towards the front door. I heard the front door open and saw the light shine in and make a shadow on the kitchen wall caused by the dark figure. The door shut, and I laid there in horror. I knew that both doors were locked and that even the deadbolts were locked. I quietly got up and went to the front door and looked through the peephole. No one was there. I checked the locks and they were both still locked. the deadbolt can only be locked from the inside. I quickly went to my room and looked out which looks out on the front door and the parking lot. There was no one there. I checked the locks on the back door which goes on onto my deck. They were both locked as well. I searched my apartment in fear, and finally laid back down to go to sleep. I laid there for about 20 minutes on the couch. I heard the door to the deck open again, and I was frozen in horror. I heard footsteps walking to the couch, and stopped behind me. I felt something being pulled out from behind me, and then saw a dark thin object out of the corner of my eye floating down onto me, and felt the weight of the object. It was Rob's fleece that always was laid over the back of the couch. Out of complete fear, I said "Thank you" because it was cold in my apartment and I was thinking how I should go get another blanket. Rob said, "No problem man, you looked cold." I said "Goodnight." Rob responded, "Goodnight dude." I heard the footsteps leave the back of the couch and go into Rob's room. I heard his door shut. I then realized Rob had left about two weeks before for Pennsylvania and had taken that fleece with him. I looked down and realized I was laying there on the couch not cover by any blankets or comforters or anything. It was a really weird experience, talking to my roommate who was 1500 miles away, but who I thought was right behind me. I still hear the door to the deck open and close and then the front door, even though they are both always locked. I am staring to get used to it.

Killing a Man

About three years ago, it was a hot humid summer night, and I was driving from my house (I live in Pennsylvania) to Blockbuster about 15 minutes away. It was about 11:30 and I was trying to beat the clock on getting tapes back by midnight. I took the back way to Blockbuster, which isn't any faster, but is the more enjoyable trip in the summer, due to the wonderful smell of the hay and milkweed, and the road is windy and I know it well and drive it way over the speed limit. This is a very beautiful drive. On the way to Blockbuster, the last sharp turn on this one road before I turn onto a different road, I passed this older man wearing jeans, a flannel shirt, and a baseball hat walking in the opposite direction on the other side of the road. I mentally noted that due to the fact that I would probably be passing him on the way back after I drop off the movies. I get to Blockbuster and drop off the movies, and then head back to home. On the way back, there is this section of road, where the speed limit drops from 50 down to 25 as the road encounters a sharp 90 degree turn with a quick drop of about 10 feet through the last portion of the turn. I always stay at 50-55 during this turn, because it feels like a roller coaster, unless a car is coming the other way, then I'll slow down to avoid an accident because you kind of go completely into the other lane. As I approached this little turn, I did not see headlights of another car, so I kept up the speed and I thought that the man I saw might be around the corner, but he obviously would be on the edge of the road, not the middle. As I came flying around the corner, went down the slope and leveled off, I saw the man standing in the middle of the road. I had no time to swerve or stop or even hit the brakes. I just froze.

I felt my car hit him. I was so violent an impact that it scared me. I saw this man slide up my hood in slow motion and smash his face into my windshield and then roll up and over the car. I felt the impact and him sliding up the hood and rolling over the car. I saw him as this happened, and can vividly remember his face as it planted on my windshield. I also heard the impact that my car had with his body and heard him slide and roll, and it scared the shit out of me. I immediately slammed on the brakes and skidded to a halt. I stared into the rear-view mirror for at least 15 seconds, staring at his lifeless body lying in the middle of the road. I was panicking, but I started to calm down. I finally worked up the nerve to get out of the car and see what heinous thing that I had done. As continued looking into the rear-view mirror till I got out, and he just laid there. As soon as I got out and turned around to look at him, within 5 seconds of not looking and his body was gone. I walked back to where his body had lain, and searched all over in the weeds and in the ditches on either side of the road, and even called out several times to see if I could find him and help him. There was nothing. No sign that anything had happened at all. Until I turned around and saw something that verified what I had believed. I did slam on the brakes from where I first hit the man to where my car was parked on the road due to the skid marks from my brakes locking up. I was terrified that I had just killed a man, and felt every emotion as if I actually had killed a man. I hesitantly went back to my car and drove home. For weeks, I read the paper and watching the news, waiting for a body to be found on or near that road. Nothing ever happened. There was no damage to my car. The blood that splattered on my windshield when his face hit it was not there. But, for about two years, those skid marks remained and haunted me every time I saw them. I still, to this day, slow way down to about 15 miles per hour around that turn, due to the most awful thing that I ever did, but that never really happened. Doesn't that just make you skin crawl?