![]() I noticed she had a jerky manner of talking, like she had to move physically to speak. She asked if he was at work, I said she’d need to talk to him later at work, she asked when he’d be home, I said she’d need to speak to him, she’d ask if he was home, it was an endless loop. I told her she’d have to give it to him at work. Scott was a firefighter and he’d had a call to a house recently but.why would she bring them to his house? How did she find his house? Why was I instantly uncomfortable and panicked once I opened the door? He helped me out the other day and I wanted to thank him.” That almost made sense. I asked what she needed and she held out a paper plate wrapped in foil. I started to say he wasn’t home but then my instincts started to kick in. I opened the door but left the screen door closed. The only break with her style was shiny, black aviator sunglasses. She was underdressed for a late November day. ![]() She wore a lightweight tan jacket, a white turtleneck that looked like it had been washed many times, a long khaki skirt that buttoned up the front, and loafers styled like moccasins. All her style choices looked like those of a stereotypical grandmother. It was a nondescript brownish blond and looked dry and damaged. The woman was about my age, late 20s, and she had frizzy hair like a perm gone wrong. My guess was Jehovah’s Witness so I planned to say no thanks and get back to unpacking. Through the peephole I saw a conservatively dressed woman. It was midafternoon when the doorbell rang. This happened when I was taking a personal day from work after moving in to finish getting things arranged and unpacked. He lived in a bungalow style house in one of the neighborhoods of a large midwestern city. Untitledīack in the early 2000s I moved in with a now ex-boyfriend. We’ll select the 10 scariest over the next few weeks and publish them for everyone’s collective reading horror. Otherwise, get to posting your own terrifying stories in the comments. Just in case you need some inspiration, below are two of my favorites from recent years. The only edits these will get will be for the purposes of legibility. We’re reading these to be scared, not to memorize a map of the neighborhood you grew up in.
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