American Horror Stories That Will Make You Wanna Sleep With The Lights On
10 Short American Horror Stories That You Will Definitely Love: You will have definitely watched the famous horror television series “American Horror Stories.” Its every season is liked a lot by the millions of viewers. The popularity of this show is just an indication of how much people love those things that create a feeling of immense terror in real life.
After ’15 Scary Stories To Tell In The Dark’ and ‘Real Ghost Stories That Will Make You Lock Your Doors’, it is our third article that will throw you into disarray. It doesn’t matter if you’re young or old, these Real-Life Horror Stories will burrow under your skin and scar your psyche.
So, prepare to be highly disturbed. Grab your crucifix, clutch your rosaries, and say your prayers while you read these true horror stories. Remember, these stories are not for the children but for adults only, as they could be too frightening for the little ones. Read these horror tales with the lights off and enjoy the thrill of reading.
1. The Rocking Horse: A Short Horror Story of A Child
As told by Reddit user Heresyed: One night, when I was maybe 10 or 12, I had trouble falling asleep. My bedroom was the entire top floor of our house with my bed and such being on the left side and storage closets and a play area on the right. I was lying in bed when I heard a noise from the other side of the room and saw a rocking horse begin to rock. It was sitting just outside one of the storage closet doors.
It proceeded to rock its way halfway across the room and stopped dead under the ceiling light. At this point, I was freaking out and just buried my head under my blankets and never peeked out again until morning. When I woke up, the rocking horse was still in the middle of my room.
Furthermore, I got a stern reprimand from my parents for being up out of bed playing with my toys well past my bedtime. Their bedroom was directly below the storage closet/play area and had heard creaking shuffling across the room.
2. Someone Was There In The Home: A Short Horror Story
Horror Story as told by Reddit user FuzzyBanditz: When I was a teenager, I used to babysit my cousin Alyssa. She was little, maybe almost two, maybe a little older, old enough to say sentences. I’m giving her a bath before bed when she looks out into the hallway and gets a terrified look on her face and starts crying.
At this moment, my aunt’s Pomeranian starts going nuts as well, barking and growling into the hallway. The atmosphere in the room became uncomfortable, and I started getting scared. I took her downstairs from the third floor in the townhouse to try and calm her down.
I asked her what was wrong, and she said something along the lines of, “the man with the black eyes” was there. When I continued to pry, she looked up at the second-floor stairs, her eyes getting big, and looks at me, bringing her finger up to her mouth and said, ‘shh,’ while shaking her head ‘no.'”
3. A Clockwork Orange-style Break In: Real-Life Horror Story
A real horror story by Reddit user Joshsecond is being shared here: This incident happened not to me, but to my sister. Her husband and she had just had their first child a few months prior. My brother-in-law was working the graveyard shift at his job as my sister stayed home taking care of my nephew. Around 2:00 am, she heard loud knocking on her back door.
She went to go check it out and saw a lady banging on the door asking for my sister to let her in. The lady told my sister that her husband had just beat her down the street and was looking for her. My sister was hesitant to let her in since she had a newborn in the house and didn’t want to interfere.
She told the lady that the best she could do was call the police for her. The lady told my sister to not call the police and to let her in. This is where my sister got suspicious. She went to get her phone and called 911. When she went back to the door, the lady was gone.
The police arrived a few minutes later and they told my sister that the same situation happened a few streets down. Apparently, the couple would do this act to get into people’s homes. I’m sure this is very common but having it almost happen to my sister and my nephew just creeps me out. Some real Clockwork Orange shit.
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4. Horror Story About Sloss Furnaces At Birmingham In Alabama
Birmingham, AL, was founded in 1871—five years after the Civil War—and with it, the need for tons of pig iron to fix America’s crumbling infrastructure. To satisfy the demand, Colonel James Withers Sloss started construction on Sloss Furnaces. A year later, the company opened its doors to hundreds of employees, according to its official website. Although working on blast furnaces was an advanced job, it was also dangerous.
That danger was soon realized as many workers started being incinerated in the furnaces and falling to their deaths. Conditions only worsened in the early 1900s after a cruel foreman, James “Slag” Wormwood, took a job at Sloss. According to Reader’s Digest, Wormwood took dangerous risks in order to increase production.
As a result, nearly 50 employees died on-site and many were involved in terrible accidents during his tenure. Allegedly, in retaliation, his workers tossed him into the furnace in 1906. You can still tour the grounds today if you dare.
While there, you might just hear the voice of “Slag” telling his employees to “get back to work” along with other paranormal occurrences. Sloss even hosts a fright night every year around Halloween that’s based heavily on the Slag story.
5. Horror Story: What They Don’t Tell You About The Dead
This story comes from A Redditor Crimsai: I don’t want to sound mean, but the dead are pretty clueless. I’ve always seen them. When I was younger everyone thought I was just talking to imaginary friends. After a couple of years, when I overheard my parents talk about calling a psychologist, I realized what I was talking to. See, ghosts don’t tend to realize they’re dead, and they don’t look like in the movies, they look just like us.
I’m pretty smart for a 13-year-old, so I started noticing certain patterns to tell them apart from the living. They could be a bit distant from living people, or you’d see them try to talk to people who wouldn’t even notice them. Some of them could tell I was different, that I noticed them. Like this guy, I saw after school yesterday.
I’m a big boy now, see, I don’t need my parents to pick me up, home is just a short walk away. He was standing away from the other parents, didn’t talk to them, just stared at me, that’s how I knew he was one of the ghosts. I went over, told him I knew what he was, and asked how I could help him. I don’t remember much after that, I think because of what happened this morning.
Downstairs, my parents were crying. I tried talking to them but they ignored me. They must have died last night somehow, sometimes the new ghosts wouldn’t talk to me. Some police officers and reporters just arrived, they won’t talk to me either, just my parents. It’s weird, I’ve never seen so many ghosts together before. Why won’t anyone talk to me?
6. The Following: A Ghost That Followed Her For Years
A Reddit User Stef-Witt shared a true horror story with Readers: My older sister has a ghost that’s followed her around for years. I lived with her once for about 3 months, and so much weird stuff happened at that time. All my sister would say to me when I mentioned it was that her ghost “didn’t like me being there.” Things like going to bed with everything locked up and switched off and waking up in the morning with the back door open, lights on and the kettle switched on.
One night my sister and I were getting ready to go out and I’d asked to borrow her liquid foundation. I used it and put it back where she kept her makeup. Ten minutes later she’s asking me for it and it was nowhere to be seen. She accused me of taking it and made me buy her a new one and refused to listen to my side of the story.
About a year or so later when she was packing to move to a new house, she found the makeup in a shoebox with some old letters. The shoebox was in a zipped-up suitcase that was underneath her bed. But probably the most scared I ever felt was one afternoon when I was the only one in the house (which never happened as four other people lived there).
I’d arrived home from work and headed straight to the bathroom. All the doors/windows etc were closed. I was standing in the bathroom and started squeezing a pimple on my chin when a female voice in the hall said “stop picking your zits!” It was loud enough and sounded real enough and at the time I thought it was my sister.
So I laughed, told her to “fuck off” and asked what she was doing for dinner. No answer. I stuck my head out into the hall. No one there. I searched the house top to bottom and there was no one home. I sat out on the front porch until someone else got home because I didn’t want to be in there alone.
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7. The Guardian: How The Spirits Can Save Your Life
A Reader shared his real-life horror story on Snap Judgement: I had been on the phone with my then-boyfriend and he said something that made me think he was a chauvinistic, not nice person, and I remember telling him that if he knew anything about me, he knew exactly where I was gonna go. And I hung up the phone and got in my car. I drove to the park. The sun was kind of down below the tree line but it wasn’t dark yet, and I pulled into the parking lot.
I thought it was weird that there were two cars pulled side by side and talking to each other. When I got out, the guy in the truck just stared at me in a horrible way, you know, when someone just looks at you like they’re looking through you as if you don’t exist. I thought, well, this is weird, it’s late and no one’s ever here. And then I thought whatever, they’re leaving. I don’t care, I have my own problems.”
“I only took my keys with me because I didn’t want a big purse banging around. I headed across the field, which you have to cross through to get to the woods because there’s no trail…I was taking my time and calming down…And then I realized it got really quiet. I didn’t hear the birds and the squirrels anymore, I just heard something big moving through the woods.
I thought to myself maybe it’s a dog. And then I heard the voices. The first voice is a male’s voice and he said ‘I know I saw her go in this way, she couldn’t have gotten that far.’ Then the second voice comes, and it’s quieter, and it says, ‘Shh, she’ll hear you.'” “Okay, so there are two men in the woods and they’re looking for something, obviously.
And I kept thinking it must be their dog, they must have lost their dog. And then I thought they wouldn’t try to sneak up on it…I stood there frozen because that’s the kind of person I am…I could hear them getting closer to me. And I don’t know how long I stood there waiting for them to get to me, but I was completely frozen.
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And then I heard the other voice. It was distorted, like if you heard someone talking through a closed door or talking underwater. You could understand what they were saying but the voice wasn’t right. It wasn’t in my head because it had a volume and a pitch that changed that my thoughts definitely don’t do. I could almost feel where it was coming from…It was behind me and a little above like it was taller than me.
It just said, ‘go to the river now.’ I don’t know if I was more scared of the fact that there’s some disembodied voice or a person talking to me or there are two men in the woods. I listened to the voice because I didn’t really have other options. I took off toward the river. I made a ton of noise because I was just going as fast as I could and the voice came back and said, ‘no, quietly.’
I got to the river and jumped down the embankment. I squished myself against it, squeezing down into the smallest, tightest ball I could. The voice kept telling me to stay. And I just sat there, hoping whoever was in the woods was going to leave and that I wasn’t having some kind of breakdown. And I kept hearing them moving through the woods and I could tell they had split off.
As I sat there, the voice just kept telling me to stay and quiet, over and over again, like it was trying to comfort me. I could hear what sounded like someone was right above me and If I leaned out, they could see me. But I had to look, I just tilted my head up a tiny bit and I could see the tips of these construction boots hanging over the edge.
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And I could see hanging next to them, this dirty old rope. Just swinging next to them swinging…I don’t think I even thought anything, I was so scared. I just tried to not breathe. It felt like hours, but I know it couldn’t have been that long. The voice even was completely silent. There was nothing but me hearing this man breathing. He started to walk away at some point. And the voice kept telling me to wait. So I waited. And finally, the voice said, ‘go, now to the field. Go now.’
It was screaming at me so loud. So I ran through the woods and just got out to the field, far, far, from the cars and street. It was getting dark and I could see the parking lot but it was so far away. I’m running and I start hearing footsteps running, and first, they’re farther away but they’re so much faster than I am, barreling after me…and there was nothing…
I fully expected to see at least one of the men there but it was silent. The only thing I could think was that the footsteps must have belonged to the voice. And I hear it again screaming at the top of its lungs that I need to run right now. And the footsteps come back and they’re in pace with me, running next to me through the field.
I had a thousand crazy thoughts because none of this made any sense. Finally, I get to my car…and I see both the cars were parked in different places with nobody in them. I refused to look behind me. If there hadn’t been a voice, I would probably be a missing person’s case…It got me out of there.
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8. Don’t Forget Your Phone When You’re In The Forest
A Reddit User Agamer0403 shared his true horror story in the following words: My girlfriend and I every summer decide to go on a camping trip in the forest where we try to unwind from work and life for a couple of days. Now every year I and my girlfriend also get into an argument about taking our phones on the trip. My girlfriend thinks that we should not because it would not let us really disconnect from everything, while I say we should have them in case of an emergency or to get in contact with someone.
We argued and argued about this, but settled on a compromise that we could bring our phones but they had to be fully powered off and stay in the car. Now even though it was not the best idea, we could at least have our phones which I saw as a victory none the least. So we drove to the forest, parked the car in the main camping residences area, and hiked out a bit to find a place to pitch up our tent.
Now the first two days we were there nothing seemed off, but it was on the third night when we were in for some shock. What started it all off with a small thud like something slamming down into the floor. Now, of course, we didn’t freak out too much because this has happened every now and then and maybe it was some animal who has made some noise that woke us up.
After the small shock we had, we decided to try to go back to sleep but not 5 minutes later the loud thud happened again. I thought that maybe it was a squirrel or a raccoon so through the tent I yelled “Shoo, go away”. A soon as I yelled this the sound stopped but it was soon replaced by a louder much bigger sound of thuds.
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These sounds become louder with the sounds of our equipment outside being thrashed around. Now with it being almost dead night and us being in a very dense forested area, my mind went to the only logical conclusion, a bear. My girlfriend and I stared at each other in awe and shock not knowing what to do, we just kind of sat in our fear with this sound getting louder and louder.
I gestured to my girlfriend that I was going to peek out to see how close this thing was to us, she didn’t seem to respond at all with her being too afraid and just kind of nodding, so I stood up a bit to peer through our mesh window and what I saw was not a bear or even an animal but another person. He looked like he was slammed drunk or bugging out on some kind of drug.
His hair was matted and he looked like he may have been homeless, with him having only beaten-up cargo shorts, some kind of jacket, and boots. He was looking around our campsite and savaging through the cooler and knocking stuff like our chairs and grill down, I am guessing he was looking for things to take.
I was even more scared when I saw this and I bolted down from the mesh window, but right as I did that he must have heard or seen me because the next thing we know there are more loud thuds that are coming closer to the tent. At this point, my adrenaline is through the roof and my girlfriend is in more fear with these sounds coming closer.
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I knew there was no way this guy would leave us now with him coming closer and closer to the tent and I knew we couldn’t just open the tent and door and confront this guy because if he was trying to take our stuff there was no knowing what he was going to try to get out of us. But then I remembered our car was only 10 to 15 minutes away from us, so maybe if we made a break for it we could have a chance of getting away from this guy.
Now of course I couldn’t use the front entrance, but fortunately, we bought a cheap tent so I decided I would rip the mesh back of the tent and hit it. I looked at my girlfriend and mouthed her that we need to get out and run. I pointed to the back of the tent and she nodded, so I took one of the holes that were already in it and torn it wide open as hard as I could.
Surprisingly it broke open almost opening the whole back of the tent but that didn’t go through my mind and as soon as I could get through the hole I ran. My girlfriend was right behind me and we bolted down to the parking lot not even daring to look back at all. When we were able to see the parking lot we almost collapsed from exhaustion.
We went in the car and didn’t even bother to call the police because the guy probably already went away at this point. It was pure silence between us until I said “phones are good for an emergency you know” After that, we have brought our phones on every trip with no discussion.
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9. Believe It or Not But I Saw It With My Telephoto Lens
A User Mrmichaelsquid shared his true horror story in these words: I’ve been a nature photographer for 13 years, and I love it. Most of my work doesn’t sell, but I occasionally get printed in Nat Geo, or one of my pics on a stock site blows up. Either way, I get out in nature, testing telephoto lenses, and there’s something truly zenlike about observing a hummingbird feed or an antelope guide her calf through a field.
I was at home trying out a new lens; a Sigma 500mm on a 2x extender, effectively making it a 1000mm lens. For anyone unfamiliar with lenses, it shoots far as hell, and with the extender, images viewed through the lens are magnified 20 times. I was in my 4th storey apartment, testing the new lens that had arrived in the mail.
After checking for dings or scratches and finding none, I sighed in relief and proceeded to lock the lens into the extender, then mount it on my camera. I need to express that anything within 100 feet would be blown out and blurry, and my apartment is on the small side. For this reason, I naturally aimed it out my window and took a shot of the moon.
I admired the crispness of the image and then decided to see how people would look with the lens. I’m not a creep by any means, and becoming a peeping tom was the last thing on my mind as I swiveled the camera towards an apartment complex a few blocks over that is visible from my window. I was about to aim the camera down to the sidewalks below when my muscles froze as the viewfinder displayed what my lens had landed on.
I was peering into a dark apartment’s unlit bedroom, I watched a woman being deflated. Her skin became slack and her form crumpled and shrank. Her mouth was a gaping wide scream. A look of absolute horror was locked in her lifeless, wide eyes. And then I saw what was standing behind her; its long fingers holding her up by her hollow shoulders.
It Looked Like A Woman, But It Wasn’t One
It looked like a woman, but it wasn’t one. The mouth was an “X” that unfolded outward, revealing rows of jumbled teeth from beneath the strangely bisected, curled lips. From the middle of the bizarre opening, a long, slick tongue pulsed in undulations as it drank from the remains of the woman who was now no more than a limp husk in its arms. The thing feasting on the corpse had disturbingly long fingers and a bony frame.
On its hairless head were two large, dark eyes that swiveled upward. The thing stopped feasting then stood there, motionless. I felt a chill roll down my back as I realized it was staring at me. I instinctively snapped a shot. There was absolutely no doubt at that point. It had seen me. And then it charged towards the window of that apartment with lightning speed.
It lifted the pane and climbed down the face of the apartment building, its backward-folding legs and elbows raised in pointed arches like those of an insect. The speed at which it descended the building and reached the ground was astonishing. Moreso was the fact its feet and hands had adhered to the brick facade of the building so naturally as if it had merely been scuttling across the ground.
And now it was bounding, quickly closing in the distance between the apartment it had climbed out of and towards mine. I looked down out my own window as my heart pumped in my chest. The thing with that hideous face had reached my building, and I watched in horror as it began scaling the side with deadly speed. I let out a whimper and stepped backward.
I only had seconds to react before it was up to my window. I ran out of my door and into the hallway, as my mind reeled from the immediacy of the danger. I raced to the stairwell, pushing open the door and slipping inside just as I heard my apartment door begin to open. I was already racing down the concrete steps when I looked behind me and saw those long, strange fingers reaching from out my apartment door.
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I prayed it hadn’t seen where I’d gone. I felt sick from the mounting horror of that thing pursuing me. Of how deftly it had scaled my building. I’d witnessed that thing feeding, and it was clear it was going to try to stop me by any means. I rounded the landing of the 2nd story, my feet creating a loud clapping that echoed in the stairwell. I heard my heartbeat in my ears. Ground floor: my eyes locked onto the glowing red “exit” sign.
I rushed towards it as I heard the loud slam from above. It was in the stairwell. I pushed the bar on the door, heading out into the cold winter night. I hadn’t time to grab a coat and the chill cut through my shirt. Yellow street lights overhead cast harsh shadows, and I struggled to decide in which direction to run. I could run left as a police precinct was only a few blocks away.
I had a feeling I wouldn’t make it. That thing was too fast. I decided to head right, sprinting down the sidewalk towards the subway just a block away. If I could descend the stairs underground, it would buy me enough time; perhaps. I’d just rounded the block of the empty street when the metal door I had exited boomed open behind me.
I ran until my muscles burned and my lungs were sore. I could swear I could taste blood, and my heart pounded with every sprinting footfall. The subway entrance was in view. I heard the rapid slapping of palms and bare feet behind me; the racing thing far too large and far too hideous to look back at. Time slowed as I entered the dim stairwell underground as it hit me.
I’d forgotten my wallet, metro card and all. I had no alternative. I raced towards the turnstile and hopped over, banging my shin against the metal bar with sharp pain. I raced towards the next set of steps down to the platform, fighting the pain swelling in my leg and the instinctual desire to stop putting weight on it.
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“Stand clear of the closing doors, please,” the friendly voice stated. The train was leaving the station. I heard the slaps behind me echoing off the tiled interior of the station. Absurdly fast and hunting me like cornered prey. I tripped down the last step, seeing the train car with just a few somber faces staring down into their phones. “Hold the door!” I screamed in a hoarse voice. A middle-aged woman glanced at me, then back down to her phone.
The slapping steps behind me were just a few meters away, nearly at the stairs. How was it so fast? I leaped forward as the doors closed, sliding on my belly, face-first into the car. WHAM… The doors had closed, but on the plexiglass window was a splayed palm and long fingers twice the size of any I’d ever seen. It was gnarled and pale, taking up nearly the entirety of the black pane.
A middle-aged woman wearing a colorful dress and a puffy, black winter jacket saw it too. Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped open, but we pulled off, out of the station. Away from whatever that thing was. It’s been two days since the incident. I called up a friend who let me crash on his couch the first night. I also texted my neighbor to make sure my door was locked and closed.
It was wide open, as well as the window that thing had entered my apartment through. I’m on an actual train now on the way to my parents. I called work expressing a family emergency, and I haven’t even tried to tell my story yet, out of fear of sounding like a lunatic. I saw something I shouldn’t have. Something inhuman and absurdly fast. I saw it take a life, and I know it will do anything to keep me from exposing it.
The trees out the train window whip past in a blur. Lights from distant homes on the horizon shimmer. The moon is just a sliver, so the visibility is low. I’d decided this was the perfect time to write it out in some attempt to make sense of it all. I just wish I hadn’t glanced out the window one last time. Nothing should’ve changed; it’s dark and visibility is low.
Nothing to see but shadowy trees rushing past and the glimmer of lights from the houses in the distance. Except two of those lights are closer together, moving in a steady, methodic motion. Two reflecting orbs of light from a pair of eyes that easily keep up with the train as that thing bounds along effortlessly by the treeline. It won’t need to run for much longer. The next stop on this train is the last.
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10. The Satellite Images: A True Horror Story For Adults
A friend of mine showed me how to use Google Maps. I’m sure you’ve seen it. It lets you use satellite images to look at locations all over the world. A few years ago, I was in a car accident. Since then, I really don’t leave the house that often. It’s difficult, and the idea of seeing a car drive by me makes me feel lightheaded. I was fascinated by the fact that I could see all over the world, almost like being there. I could virtually walk down the streets, and it almost felt like I was really there.
I became instantly hooked. It gave me a real eye on the world. I could go to almost any major city, and I did. I’d seen streets in China, Japan, Germany, and England… so many places. I’d even gone to tourist attractions like the Great Barrier Reef and Dracula’s castle. My favorite was to go to random places in major cities and see how many people and animals I could find.
The faces of the people were always blurred to protect their privacy, but it was still enjoyable to see them out there, enjoying their life, walking like it was no big deal. “She must have good taste,” I laughed. I zoomed in closer and noticed the grey bag that the woman carried on a grey and purple shoulder strap.
She was walking in a relaxed manner, one hand trailing the wall beside her. I bet if I could have seen her face, I would see that she was smiling. I began to feel a little sad. I let my hands fall onto the arms of my wheelchair and looked at her for a minute more. I wished that I could be there, walking so carefree with her. That wouldn’t happen though until I died. I was stuck in this chair.
I sighed and zoomed out of Tokyo. Enough of this for tonight. I turned off the computer and went to bed. I got up early and decided to look around Paris. Paris was always fun. I liked the look of the city, with all of the old, beautiful buildings and so many people to watch. I randomly zoomed to an area and saw a street, lined with old brick buildings, a few small shops, and an old tan brick church.
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Ahead was an intersection, and dozens of people walked by. A balding businessman walked quickly past, looking back at an old woman, hair covered with a scarf, carrying a large purse. A curvy woman in black pants that were too tight stared into a store window, and two women led a group of small children around a corner. I spun the view around a few more times and then saw something peculiar. Sitting on the bench at the bus stop, were two people.
One of them was a young woman with her feet stuck in front of her in a relaxed manner. She was wearing a pair of red sneakers, like my own. I was startled for a moment; as I noticed the black pants, white t-shirt, and black hooded jacket. Her dark brown hair was tied loosely behind her head. A grey bag sat on the bench beside her, the shoulder strap hooked over her shoulder.
“This is crazy,” I thought. “It can’t possibly be the same woman. This is a different country, a different continent even. How could it be her?”
This was stupid. It wasn’t as if these were live photographs. They were taken ahead of time and then stored. It’s not like she was in two places at once. She could just be a traveler. Besides, without seeing her face, it was impossible to tell it was the same person. Brown hair was probably the most common hair color in the world. Those red sneakers were something I purchased online.
I’m sure a million other people did too. I shook my head and went to fix some lunch. When I got back online, I decided to look at Berlin. I picked a random street, as usual. It looked pretty empty. There were brick buildings lining the streets, looking more like factories than anything else. There were also empty lots, full of long grass and piled gravel.
There wasn’t much to see at all, really. There was a line of motorbikes and a car with two German flags sticking up from it. After more searching, I found one kid. He looked like he was dressed for school, a jacket thrown over his bag. He was intently looking at some kind of mobile device. I was disappointed. I started to leave, but then I caught something out of the corner of my eye.
She Was Everywhere In The World But How
I turned the view, and there they were. Those damned red sneakers. She was standing on a street corner, next to some kind of signpost. She had a hand on the post, looking down the street as if waiting to cross the street. I stared, in shock. How could she be there too? Even if she was traveling, there’s no way I would find her every time. Even finding her in Paris would have been one heck of a coincidence, but this? This was crazy. Was this some kind of joke?
Had Google decided to play a prank on its users that used their product so much? It would have been a great joke…I did a quick search, looking for a note about a woman that shows up like Waldo. There was nothing. I looked through articles on strange things you can see on Google Maps, but none of them mentioned the woman that travels the world with you. This was crazy.
Had my self-imposed isolation driven me mad? Had I become so lonely that I created a hallucination for myself? Leaving the Berlin image on my screen, I sent a text message to a friend, asking him to look at the locations. I asked him if he saw the same woman. Then I waited, hands sweating, heart thumping in my chest. I jumped when my phone beeped with a return text message, ten minutes later.
The text read, “I see the lady you’re talking about in Berlin. I didn’t see her in Paris or Tokyo. Is this some kind of game, or what? Are you okay?”
I didn’t respond, instead returned to the locations in Tokyo and Paris. There she was. She was there, but it was different. She no longer sat on the bus-stop bench, in Paris. She was standing in front of it, looking for something in her bag. In Tokyo, she was blocks away, squatting down to pet that calico cat. I shivered. Who was she? What was happening?
I switched the map to Brussels. It was another city street. It was lined with old-looking buildings, with shops on the ground level, and what I guessed was apartments above. I quickly scanned the streets. They were empty, other than a stocky woman in a bright blue sweater. I did a second sweep. She wasn’t there. I sighed in relief. I couldn’t believe I was getting so worked up about this.
The Most Shocking Experience Ever I Had In My Life
It was nothing but a coincidence—I stopped, my eyes frozen on the screen. There was a building at the point of a fork in the road, white with a black-ironwork-framed balcony jutting from the second floor. I hadn’t seen her, as I had been looking at the sidewalks. There she stood, standing on the balcony, her head tilted in the direction of the camera, almost like she was coyly looking toward me. My breath caught in my throat.
I switched to Sydney. She was leaning against the wall, inside the doorway of a bright blue Carricks Pharmacy building. London showed her getting ready to step onto a red double-decker bus, her head turned to look over her shoulder. She was everywhere I looked. She stood on a brick sidewalk on a bridge in Venice, she walked across a yellow barred crosswalk in Zurich.
In Hong Kong, she stood between a Wing Lung Bank and a McDonald’s adjusting the strap on her bag. In each picture, she came closer and closer to looking directly at me with her blurred-out face. My heart felt like a terrified bird, slamming around inside my chest. I couldn’t catch my breath. I wasn’t sure what to do. I couldn’t call the police. Should I send screenshots to Google?
I clenched my fists tightly and closed my eyes. Who was she? Was she following me? Was I following her? I wish I could see the expression on her face, know what she saw when she looked back at me. I wanted to get out of the chair and run. Why is it that the only thing that made me feel free again, was the thing that made me feel even more trapped? I had to know.
I typed in the name of my town and zoomed into a random street. It was a couple of miles from my house; the gates to the city park were shown in the clarity of daylight, despite it being night here. There she was. There… There she was. She was only a few miles from my house, standing under the ironwork arch that stated the name of the park.
Finally, She Has Found Her Target And I Am About To…
She looked directly at the camera, directly at me. I felt like I might throw up. She was near me, and she was watching me. She was coming for me. What did she want? I typed in the name of the apartment complex where I live. I could see the outside of the building. The parking lot was full of cars, and there were a few blurred-out children on the playground. I searched everywhere for her.
She wasn’t in the parking lot or on the sidewalks, not hiding between the buildings or standing in the playground. I even scanned each of the cars, behind the bushes, and each of the blurred windows. She wasn’t there. I curled tightly around myself and lay my head down on the desk. This place was safe. I didn’t leave the apartment anyway. I would never use Google Maps again.
I would never see her again. She could stay at the park for all I cared. I smiled to myself and was surprised to find a tear slipping down my face. “I’m safe,” I said to myself in a whisper. It felt good to hear it out loud. “I’m safe.” As I said it, there was a knock at the door. A chill ran down my spine.
I had a camera hooked to my computer that showed who was at the front door, which made it easier for me, with my mobility issues. I slowly reached for the control to show myself who was outside, but my hand trembled furiously. As I touched the control, I realized my mistake. The last of Google’s images that I’d seen had only shown the outside of the building. Just the outside.
I looked at the screen and saw a woman in a white t-shirt, black pants, black hooded jacket; and carrying a grey bag with a purple and grey striped shoulder strap. Of course, there were those red sneakers. She looked directly at the camera, her face still a complete blur. As I tried to stifle a scream, she raised a hand and knocked loudly on my front door.
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