Man | Book Of Life

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I was about 13 when it all happened, it was Friday I don’t necessarily recall the date but it was in the summer. I had invited my cousin on my moms side over, since we were going to my uncles. She was like my sister at the time no one could pull us apart. When we arrived at my uncles, he told my parents and us what rooms we were going to be sleeping in.

My cousin and I usually got the bedroom beside the bathroom but that time my uncle put us in the room beside our normal room. I always dreaded that room and was so happy when we didn’t have to sleep in there, it was a dark color red. I hate red on walls I always have, it makes me feel angry and frustrated, but I sucked it up and went upstairs and put my stuff in the room. It was all crowded with boxes of stuff that my aunt would sell at her craft shows. The worst part was there was a huge mirror in front of where I was going to sleep, I hate mirrors in my room or any room that I sleep in its a phobia for me, I cant even have the bathroom door open when I go to bed or I will not sleep. Then in front of the mirror were those ceramic dolls, I’ve always thought they were pretty but always nice to be kept away and not staring at you when you sleep.

Anyways that night my cousin and I did what we always did before bed and well talked for hours until my cousin fell asleep on me, that was normal for her. I was slowly getting sleepy but having a hard time, because there was so much stuff in there that it would make anyone claustrophobic , and that mirror facing me. Everything was just driving me crazy so I just layed there and stared at the ceiling. Finally I fell asleep.

In my dream I was running not looking back, I was so scared too but I didn’t understand why, so I got the courage to look back. There was this tall old man, he was all dressed in black, with a long black cloak on, and a black hat that looked like a cowboy hat but it was bigger around the sides. He smirked at me, as if he was enjoying me being scared, he was only walking having courage that no matter how fast I ran he would catch up. I kept running and running, until I saw a house with the door open, there was an old lady standing there waving me in. I looked back and that man wasn’t there anymore so I ran inside and the lady shut the door fast, she told me to hide, I needed to hide fast but I told her why, she told me he couldn’t find me. Then she brought me into her room and told me to hide under her bed. All I focused on was getting under the bed, but when I turned my head I saw a huge window with the blinds open, revealing the center of the window. The old lady gasped and I wasn’t sure what was happening until I saw his face in the window, she said its too late he knows where you are.

I woke up and gasped I was so scared I didn’t wanna go back to sleep, but then I saw the closet door open and he was standing there, the room was so small that there was no way I could get out without being beside him, he kept smirking, like telling me he got me, I knew if he was going to come get me, that was going to be the last night of my life, I don’t know why, even to this day but I just knew, but when I turned the light on he was gone.

As told by Andy B.

A married couple were going out for the evening and called in a teenage babysitter to take care of their three children. When she arrived they told her they probably wouldn’t be back until late, and that the kids were already asleep so she needn’t disturb them.

The babysitter starts doing her homework while awaiting a call from her boyfriend. After awhile the phone rings. She answers it, but hears no one on the other end — just silence, then whoever it is hangs up. After a few more minutes the phone rings again. She answers, and this time there’s a man on the line who says, in a chilling voice, “Have you checked the children?”

Click.

At first she thinks it might have been the father calling to check up and he got interrupted, so she decides to ignore it. She goes back to her homework, then the phone rings again. “Have you checked the children?” says the creepy voice on the other end.

“Mr. Murphy?” she asks, but the caller hangs up again.

She decides to phone the restaurant where the parents said they’d be dining, but when she asks for Mr. Murphy she is told that he and his wife had left the restaurant 45 minutes earlier. So she calls the police and reports that a stranger has been calling her and hanging up. “Has he threatened you?” the dispatcher asks. No, she says. “Well, there’s nothing we can really do about it. You could try reporting the prank caller to the phone company.”

A few minutes go by and she gets another call. “Why haven’t you checked the children?” the voice says.

“Who is this?” she asks, but he hangs up again. She dials 911 again and says, “I’m scared. I know he’s out there, he’s watching me.”

“Have you seen him?” the dispatcher asks. She says no. “Well, there isn’t much we can do about it,” the dispatcher says. The babysitter goes into panic mode and pleads with him to help her. “Now, now, it’ll be okay,” he says. “Give me your number and street address, and if you can keep this guy on the phone for at least a minute we’ll try to trace the call. What was your name again?”

“Linda.”

“Okay, Linda, if he calls back we’ll do our best to trace the call, but just keep calm. Can you do that for me?”

“Yes,” she says, and hangs up. She decides to turn the lights down so she can see if anyone’s outside, and that’s when she gets another call.

“It’s me,” the familiar voice says. “Why did you turn the lights down?”

“Can you see me?” she asks, panicking.

“Yes,” he says after a long pause.

“Look, you’ve scared me,” she says. “I’m shaking. Are you happy? Is that what you wanted?”

“No.”

“Then what do you want?” she asks.

Another long pause. “Your blood. All over me.”

She slams the phone down, terrified. Almost immediately it rings again. “Leave me alone!” she screams, but it’s the dispatcher calling back. His voice is urgent.

“Linda, we’ve traced that call. It’s coming from another room inside the house. Get out of there! Now!!!”

She tears to the front door, attempting to unlock it and dash outside, only to find the chain at the top still latched. In the time it takes her to unhook it she sees a door open at the top of the stairs. Light streams from the children’s bedroom, revealing the profile of a man standing just inside.

She finally gets the door open and bursts outside, only to find a cop standing on the doorstep with his gun drawn. At this point she’s safe, of course, but when they capture the intruder and drag him downstairs in handcuffs, she sees he is covered in blood. Come to find out, all three children have all been murdered.