True horror stories - anything creepy with human nature

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>>18434513
>I was once followed by creepy dude for a long time until i pick up rock

>be 2014
>live in Avondale, Chicago.
>live in house, ground floor, landlord lives above with wife
>their son lives next door in similar WWII era front gable house
>ground floor is maybe 1/4 in a "basement", then elevated first floor, then attic
>be memorial day
>landlord invites me for memorial day bbq in back yard
>be me, landlord, his wife, and his son

Just a little background here. There is a small, little known "hillbilly" subculture in Chicago. This is the result of a significant number of people coming from Kentucky to Chicago in the late 1970s. My landlord and his family were part of this wave of Kentucky emigration. They had a strange combination of a Kentucky and Chicago accent. Even the son, who had basically lived his whole life, and become rather obese, in Chicago.

>CONT

>>18434631
Sure

>>18434631
>having bbq
>mention I like the outdoors, hiking, solo camping, fishing mostly
>son, we will call Jay
>Jay lights up
>he is fat, socially awkward and unattractive
>I have some camping equipment anon, come in my house and I will show it to you
>He is weird but I am nice to him and most people
>get along with most anyone, even grinning and bearing it as circumstances dictate
> no different with landlord and Jay
>o-ok, I guess so Jay, where is at?
>upstairs, in the attic, follow me
>always a little sketched out around Jay bc he is so odd
>chalk it up to autism usually
>seems like it anyway
> and what can happen?
>landlord is right here with wife
>we all get along swimmingly
>right?
>follow Jay into his house through the back door
>first time I've been in Jay's house in my 3 years living there

CONT

>walk in back door
>it's a porch, about ten feet wide, the length of the back elevation of the house
>rudimentary stairs, wooden, gray chipped paint, lead to first floor and attic
>follow me anon
>hey anon, you have a VHS player?
>yah. in a box somewhere
>ok
>reach top of stairs
>Jay opens the door to attic
>walk in behind him
>first things i notice: unfinished attic, musty odor, and a lot of things being stored (boxes, etc., some of which contain VHS tapes, commercial and recorded)
>probablyporn.jpg
>don't pay a whole lot of attention
>Jay is leading me toward the front of the attic, and the house
>one lone window.straight ahead
>to my left is finished drywall and a doorway
>i can see it is a room as we approach
>the room occupies the whole left side of the attic all the way to the unfinished, angled ceiling
>the door is slightly ajar

Jay's living quarters, his bedroom, kitchen, etc. were all on the first floor of the house.

>CONT

>>18434654
Continue, anon.

>>18434654
>reach the front of the attic
>see anon, I have some nice camping equipment
>it's literally a Coleman camp stove. that it. nothing else
>wtf
>Jay starts babbling about his camp stove with his back to me as I turn and look more closely at this odd room
>inside it is fully finished drywall, carpeted and painted
>a queen bed, a stereo system, a big screen tv, dvd player (no vhs that I see) and, oddly, a video camera in the corner
>look at the door to this room more closely
>only a few seconds have passed, Jay is still bleeting on about the stove
>on the outside of the door is a heavy Master padlock through a typical u bolt latch
>whattheactualfuck.jpg
>Jay turns around
>alright thats it anon
>lets go
>uh after you Jay
>Jay leads the way
>stops at the stack of boxes with the VHS
>hey anon if you ever wanna borrow any of my porn you can
>thats why i asked if you had a VHS
>im all good mang
>look at VHS as we head back to stairway
>lots of porn, obviously commercially produced
>in the boxes
>mixed among the porn
>were VHS tapes that had been recorded. they were only labeled with dates, going back to the late 1990s
>follow Jay out, downstairs and outside
>wew
>bbq

I was always sketched by the guy even before this. He was just weird. After this I gave him a wide berth. I can't figure out any legit reason to have a key operated padlocked door in an otherwise unfinished attic. Let alone the room itself. Security maybe? For shit tier electronics in an area that didn't have a lot of crime? Maybe. The door was unlocked though.

Just creepy. And maybe it was nothing but I always follow my gut on these things and it told me to get the fuck out of that attic and steer clear of the weirdo.

>>18434513
Ok, once I was out at the grocery store buying stuff. I also bought a nutella. I went home, everything was ok until then. I gave the groceries to the missus to sort them out while I had a quick shower. As soon as I came out and went to the kitchen, I saw the nutella empty at the garbage back. Needless to say I got terrified. Then the wife walks in, still eating a bread slice with what seemed to be a quadruple layer of nutella, looked at me dead in the eyes and told me "what? I just had an unbelievable sudden craving." All I could think about was how it would feel if she gave me a bj right then with her mouth full of nut-ella and the jokes I could say afterwards. How's all that about creepy human nature huh!

>>18434687
A couple additional details:

>I kind of convinced myself that this guy might be a serial killer
>Jay worked as a conductor for the commuter rail service in the city, probably the weirdest conductor in history
>I moved from Chicago and Illinois in 2015
>I really hope Jay isnt lurking /x/

What flavor was the pop tart anon?

bumpity

>>18434721
You sound exactly what a fat american basement dweller sounds like

>>18434721
>storm out of the building totally naked, too angry toe even think about my clothes

I wasn't expecting to kek but you got me here, 7/10 overall

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>>18434513
My father was crazy. He practiced withcarft and stopped strangers on the street to tell them their future.

He made me and my brothers wear weird necklaces and amulets.

He also made wooden scultures that he later on painted using his blood. When he died my neighborda helped my mom burn everything down.

>>18434524
lel