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Footsteps in the rain

bbq-sauce submitted:

Now I’ve experienced paranormal stuff my whole life but the main incident I’m going to recount is hands down probably the scariest thing that’s happened to me.

Most days, from 7th grade to senior year, when I walked home from school I’d cut through a park. It has a track around it, and on one side there’s a church and a funeral home with their backs to the park and on the other side it’s just woods.

I’d stayed late at school that day, it was maybe 3:30 or so. It was January of my sophomore year and we’d had a warm winter so no snow but plenty of rain. That made the little paved path so covered in puddles it was impossible not to splash, and the grass was so soggy it’d make a squelching noise when you walked on it. No matter the weather or time of day, there’s always at least one other person jogging or something.

I was part way down the path when I heard footsteps (like a man wearing heavy boots) and a dog collar jingling very close behind me. I moved to the side so they could pass me, but no one did. I turned around and there was no one behind me, no one as far as you could see in any direction, not even any cars in the church or funeral home parking lots. I thought that was weird but I kept walking. I heard them behind me again as soon as I started up again. So I stopped and turned around, and the footsteps and jingling stopped. When I started walking again, it continued. This happened a few more times and I was starting to get nervous, and the fact that the “person” and “dog” were walking and didn’t splash through any puddles was weirding me out. It was ankle deep water, almost. They sounded so close, too, like they were less than a foot behind me the whole time. Oddly enough, I didn’t hear the dog’s footsteps, just it’s collar.

But after maybe the 4th time I stopped, it sounded like the “person” had come to a stop right behind me. Then, directly behind me, I heard a deep, low, unmistakable dog growl, which sounded like it was coming from maybe 1 ½ – 2 ft off the ground.  Well I didn’t need to hear that twice, let me tell you, so I started running, down the path, out of the park, and the ¼ mile home. I have never run that fast (or ran for more than a few feet) in my whole life. I triple checked that the door was locked and then I was so scared I started crying. I later realized that I’d first heard the “man and dog” when I was walking past the back of the funeral home. To this day I’m not sure if that has any significance.

And I still cut through the park, but I never heard the  “man and dog” again. But in the spring of senior year (this last spring), I was walking down the sidewalk of the main road in the rain, on the other side of those buildings, and I saw a woman dressed in black carrying a big black umbrella that blocked most of the upper half of her body, walking past the funeral home, towards me, the same time I was walking by the church. She vanished right in front of my eyes before she got close enough that I could see her better.

FYNK James: 7/10 I wonder if those two things are related. Spooky! Thanks for sharing the scares!




by cnkguy
Footsteps in the rain

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