u/Canary_Canvas

*This is a continuation of another story I wrote but the only relevant info is the MC's friend, Sarah, kicked her out of her house because freaky paranormal stuff was going down*

I paid for fuel and turned to leave. Outside I saw there was a tall man in my passenger seat. His shoulders and neck were bent at uncomfortable angles to fit inside the car.

He was staring back at me.

He continued to stare as he stepped out of the car. His limbs straightened and his neck unbent as he stood at full height and walked towards me.

I ran to the back of the store and hid behind a row of shelves. The man ducked inside. He could see over the aisles and looked right at me.

The cashier ran.

I panicked and did the same. The man stood there and watched me run by. I threw myself in my car and sped off down the road. I saw him slowly following behind me. He soon disappeared from view.

I drove until dark. I hadn't slept in days and I was exhausted. I told myself I would pull off to the side and get an hour of sleep. I could only afford one hour.

I don't even remember pulling off to the side.

I was curled up on the reclined drivers seat when something woke me up. My car was parked in a dense patch of bushes. The moon was high overhead. Illuminated in the moonlight was the figure of a tall man. He stood a few feet in front of my car.

I stared at him for a few moments but didn't freeze. I was still scared but more so I was angry.

I screamed. I demanded he leave me alone. I yelled until my throat hurt. He didn't reply. I sat there breathing heavily and glaring angrily at him.

He began to move and walked around the side of my car. He bent down until his face was only a few inches from the glass and my face on the other side.

His skin was pulled so Tight every detail of his face was defined. His eyes looked small in the large sockets.

I could hear the muffled sound of his raspy breathing and he fogged up the glass.

I screamed again. I pounded my fist on the glass. He didn't move. I demanded to know what he wanted. I asked why he was doing this.

I sat there in the dark and stared at him.

He did something he hadn't done before.

Usualy he stared at my chest or some point past one of my shoulders. This time he looked me directly in the eyes. I don't know how long we held eye contact before he spoke in a drawn out whisper.

"I watch,"

Each word was accompanied by a wheeze and sounded like it took great effort.

"Or they eat."

I didn't reply. I didn't look back at him. I started the car in reverse and floored it back towards the road.

I hit something.

It gave way but I heard a sound of metal scraping against something it shouldn't. I made it to the road anyway and sped off down the road.

My car wasn't breaking on the back wheels.

It wasn't an imdiate issue as I wasn't stopping often but the longer I drove the worse it sounded. I decided to stop when I came across a town the next morning.

It was a small town of about three thousand people.

After failing to find any listings for mechanics online I decided to ask around. After trying the bar and finding it closed I settled on the cafe. A man with long hair and southern accent took my order, a black coffee.

I asked if there was a mechanic in town. He gave me directions. I thanked him and left.

I drove through a suburban neighbourhood and came across a regular house with a metal sign out front,

ALEX'S AXEL REPAIRS.

I knocked on the door and a blonde man with wild hair and a mustashe answered the door. He shook my hand and had a look at my car.

He asked if I had been attacked by a bear. There were deep gashes on the underside and back left door. The rod connecting the tires had a chunk missing.

I told him I had no idea what happened. He gave me an odd look and asked if I would be paying by cash then. He said it would be a few days of work to get it fixed.

He offered me a room to stay in.

At first I went to refuse but decided I had nowhere else to stay and accepted his offer. It had worked for a few nights when I first stayed at Sarah's.

She hasn't answered any of my messages since kicking me out.

At night when Alex had finished his work we talked. I told him I was on a road trip. He noted I was packed awfully light and I told him it was a spontaneous trip. This answer seemed enough for him and he changed the topic.

On the third night we had a few drinks. I asked him why he was a mechanic. He told me he always thought cars were beautiful and idiots like me damaged them far too often. I laughed.

It was late the next day he finished my car. I decided to stay the extra night and leave in the morning.

After Alex went to bed I crept through the house and locked every door and window as I had every night. I went back to bed and woke up a few hours later to a knock at the door.

It was more of a banging.

I got out of bed slowly and crept through the house towards the door. It was quiet again. I looked through the peephole and there was nothing there.

The door handle began to rattle. I stood there in the dark watching it get more forceful and the door itself begin to shake in its frame.

Alex came down stairs about this time. He had a shoutgun in hand.

He told me to step back and walked towards the door.

I told him not to open it.

He stopped and turned to look at me. He looked confused but instead called out for whoever was on the otherside of the door to stop.

They did.

In the silence I could hear the sound of something breathing. It sounded like a dog panting but lower in pitch and coming from deeper in the chest of the animal. It made a gurgling noise with each breath and I could hear water dripping outside.

Alex shouted again. He demanded to know who was there.

No reply came.

Alex stepped forward and opened the door. I was too far away to stop him. I was to the side of the door so I didn't see what he saw.

I could smell sulfur and something dirty.

All I saw was a thick, muscular hand reach out and wrap around his head like an apple. Alex fired a round and stumbled backwards. He slammed the door shut and led me towards the garage.

All I could hear was ringing in my ears and the sound of something wailing.

Alex pushed the door connecting to the garage open and ran towards his truck. I ran to my car and had the door open before I noticed the tall man hunched over in the backseat of my car.

I screamed and backed away.

Alex ran over and raised his gun. A thin hand shot out of the now open door and yanked the gun from his grip. He broke his trigger finger.

We both scrambled towards Alex's truck and sped off down the road. I watched the man in the rear view mirror as we pulled away.

He was shaking his head.

We drove in silence for awhile. Alex was the one to speak first. He asked me what the hell that was. I told him I had no idea and he asked me,

"Miss, why did you tell me not to open that door?"

I told him everything that had happened. About how the man had kept apearing and watching me. I told him about what he had said to me that night. He asked if he was who had been in the back in of my car. I said yes.

We drove until morning and didn't stop when the next sun set. We swapped places every few hours and stocked up where necessary.

After a few more hours had gone by I asked him a question. I asked why he was helping me. He told me at first it was because I was paying him. Now he wanted to get as far away from that thing as he could and he couldn't leave me for it to eat.

I asked him what he saw.

He didn't reply for awhile. I thought he wasn't going to at all.

He said he could feel how hungry it was. It was drooling at the thought of eating him. Its breath had smelled sickly sweet and like something was burning.

We've sat in silence since.

I placed my hand on top of his and he didn't say anything but he doesn't pull his hand away either.

I tried to put the uncomfortable thought that the road wouldn't go on forever out of my mind.

The silence made it diffiuclt.

We slept in shifts when we finally did sleep we kept the keys in the ignition. If we heard anything we left and were back on the road.

I can't see outside. The windows are covered in fog. I can hear something walking outside.

The car won't start.

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u/Canary_Canvas — 14 days ago
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I paid for fuel and turned to leave. Outside I saw there was a tall man in my passenger seat. His shoulders and neck were bent at uncomfortable angles to fit inside the car.

He was staring back at me.

He continued to stare as he stepped out of the car. His limbs straightened and his neck unbent as he stood at full height and walked towards me.

I ran to the back of the store and hid behind a row of shelves. The man ducked inside. He could see over the aisles and looked right at me.

The cashier ran.

I panicked and did the same. The man stood there and watched me run by. I threw myself in my car and sped off down the road. I saw him slowly following behind me. He soon disappeared from view.

I drove until dark. I hadn't slept in days and I was exhausted. I told myself I would pull off to the side and get an hour of sleep. I could only afford one hour.

I don't even remember pulling off to the side.

I was curled up on the reclined drivers seat when something woke me up. My car was parked in a dense patch of bushes. The moon was high overhead. Illuminated in the moonlight was the figure of a tall man. He stood a few feet in front of my car.

I stared at him for a few moments but didn't freeze. I was still scared but more so I was angry.

I screamed. I demanded he leave me alone. I yelled until my throat hurt. He didn't reply. I sat there breathing heavily and glaring angrily at him.

He began to move and walked around the side of my car. He bent down until his face was only a few inches from the glass and my face on the other side.

His skin was pulled so Tight every detail of his face was defined. His eyes looked small in the large sockets.

I could hear the muffled sound of his raspy breathing and he fogged up the glass.

I screamed again. I pounded my fist on the glass. He didn't move. I demanded to know what he wanted. I asked why he was doing this.

I sat there in the dark and stared at him.

He did something he hadn't done before.

Usualy he stared at my chest or some point past one of my shoulders. This time he looked me directly in the eyes. I don't know how long we held eye contact before he spoke in a drawn out whisper.

"I watch,"

Each word was accompanied by a wheeze and sounded like it took great effort.

"Or they eat."

I didn't reply. I didn't look back at him. I started the car in reverse and floored it back towards the road.

I hit something.

It gave way but I heard a sound of metal scraping against something it shouldn't. I made it to the road anyway and sped off down the road.

My car wasn't breaking on the back wheels.

It wasn't an imdiate issue as I wasn't stopping often but the longer I drove the worse it sounded. I decided to stop when I came across a town the next morning.

It was a small town of about three thousand people.

After failing to find any listings for mechanics online I decided to ask around. After trying the bar and finding it closed I settled on the cafe. A man with long hair and southern accent took my order, a black coffee.

I asked if there was a mechanic in town. He gave me directions. I thanked him and left.

I drove through a suburban neighbourhood and came across a regular house with a metal sign out front,

ALEX'S AXEL REPAIRS.

I knocked on the door and a blonde man with wild hair and a mustashe answered the door. He shook my hand and had a look at my car.

He asked if I had been attacked by a bear. There were deep gashes on the underside and back left door. The rod connecting the tires had a chunk missing.

I told him I had no idea what happened. He gave me an odd look and asked if I would be paying by cash then. He said it would be a few days of work to get it fixed.

He offered me a room to stay in.

At first I went to refuse but decided I had nowhere else to stay and accepted his offer. It had worked for a few nights when I first stayed at Sarah's.

She hasn't answered any of my messages since kicking me out.

At night when Alex had finished his work we talked. I told him I was on a road trip. He noted I was packed awfully light and I told him it was a spontaneous trip. This answer seemed enough for him and he changed the topic.

On the third night we had a few drinks. I asked him why he was a mechanic. He told me he always thought cars were beautiful and idiots like me damaged them far too often. I laughed.

It was late the next day he finished my car. I decided to stay the extra night and leave in the morning.

After Alex went to bed I crept through the house and locked every door and window as I had every night. I went back to bed and woke up a few hours later to a knock at the door.

It was more of a banging.

I got out of bed slowly and crept through the house towards the door. It was quiet again. I looked through the peephole and there was nothing there.

The door handle began to rattle. I stood there in the dark watching it get more forceful and the door itself begin to shake in its frame.

Alex came down stairs about this time. He had a shoutgun in hand.

He told me to step back and walked towards the door.

I told him not to open it.

He stopped and turned to look at me. He looked confused but instead called out for whoever was on the otherside of the door to stop.

They did.

In the silence I could hear the sound of something breathing. It sounded like a dog panting but lower in pitch and coming from deeper in the chest of the animal. It made a gurgling noise with each breath and I could hear water dripping outside.

Alex shouted again. He demanded to know who was there.

No reply came.

Alex stepped forward and opened the door. I was too far away to stop him. I was to the side of the door so I didn't see what he saw.

I could smell sulfur and something dirty.

All I saw was a thick, muscular hand reach out and wrap around his head like it was an apple. Alex fired a round and stumbled backwards. He slammed the door shut and led me towards the garage.

All I could hear was ringing in my ears and the sound of something wailing.

Alex pushed the door connecting to the garage open and ran towards his truck. I ran to my car and had the door open before I noticed the tall man hunched over in the backseat of my car.

I screamed and backed away.

Alex ran over and raised his gun. A thin hand shot out of the now open door and yanked the gun from his grip. He broke his trigger finger.

We both scrambled towards Alex's truck and sped off down the road. I watched the man in the rear view mirror as we pulled away.

He was shaking his head.

We drove in silence for awhile. Alex was the one to speak first. He asked me what the hell that was. I told him I had no idea and he asked me,

"Miss, why did you tell me not to open that door?"

I told him everything that had happened. About how the man had kept apearing and watching me. I told him about what he had said to me that night. He asked if he was who had been in the back in of my car. I said yes.

We drove until morning and didn't stop when the next sun set. We swapped places every few hours and stocked up where necessary.

After a few more hours had gone by I asked him a question. I asked why he was helping me. He told me at first it was because I was paying him. Now he wanted to get as far away from that thing as he could and he couldn't leave me for it to eat.

I asked him what he saw.

He didn't reply for awhile. I thought he wasn't going to at all.

He said he could feel how hungry it was. It was drooling at the thought of eating him. Its breath had smelled sickly sweet and like something was burning.

We've sat in silence since.

I placed my hand on top of his and he didn't say anything but he doesn't pull his hand away either.

I tried to put the uncomfortable thought that the road wouldn't go on forever out of my mind.

The silence made it diffiuclt.

We slept in shifts when we finally did sleep we kept the keys in the ignition. If we heard anything we left and were back on the road.

I can't see outside. The windows are covered in fog. I can hear something walking outside.

The car won't start.

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u/Canary_Canvas — 14 days ago
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He sat across from me at the bar. I only noticed after a few hours. Every time I stood up to dance or use the bathroom his gaze seemed to follow.

He never stood up but even sitting down he was tall. He sat a head taller than anyone else in the room. I moved seats and his eyes followed me as I walked across the room and sat down.

He didn't turn his head when I looked right at him but he didn't meet my gaze directly. He stared at some point past my left shoulder.

I finished my drink and decided I was leaving, but before that I was going to confront the man. I stood up and he watched me stomp towards him.

His clothes were baggy, a black jacket and ripped jeans. He had short grey hair and as I got closer I noticed his eyes were bright green.

I asked why he was staring at me. He told me,

"You're the one I came to see.".

I had to lean in to hear as he was whispering.

Up close his skin was pulled tight against his features as if it were a size too small. I backed away and asked him what he meant. He whispered something else I couldn't hear.

I left.

I ran to the bus stop and waited very impatiently for the bus.

He didn't follow.

I got on a bus home and checked he wasn't on board somehow. I convinced myself I was being paranoid. Twenty minutes later I stepped onto my street and took a deep breath smelling the sweet autumn air.

He was sitting at the bus stop.

I didn't say a word and walked in the opposite direction from my house. I checked over my shoulder as I walked away and he wasn't there. I called my friend Sarah. I took the long way home and by the time I got back to the house her car was parked out front.

She was standing beside the car. I ran up to her and gave her a hug.

"You're drunk.". She declared flatly.

She hugged me back. We went inside and I locked every door and window in the house. Afterwards we sat down and I explained to her what happened.

She asked how much I'd had to drink and if I was sure it was the same man at the bus stop. I told her I was sure.

She tried to press me for an answer to her first question when there was a knock at the door.

I froze.

Sarah stood up and walked towards the door, she asked who was there loudly enough to be heard on the other side.

The only reply was another knock, the same three, sharp knocks that echo through the quiet house.

Sarah looked through the peep hole.

The same knock sounded again but this time from a window to my right. I turned and saw him staring at me again. He was smiling this time.

I called the police and we pulled all the blinds shut. The knocking continued. It started downstairs and ended upstairs after several louder, more forceful knocks on a window upstairs.

The police found an upstairs bathroom window partially open. They found the man in my bedroom.

He had thrown several boxes of my belongings on the floor that usually were kept under my bed.

He had tried to crawl underneath.

I still remember the sight of four Officers leading him out, he had to bend down low to fit through the door. They pushed him to the police car and he was almost lying sideways once inside.

He was staring at me again.

I didn't stay at home for a few weeks, Sarah let me sleep on her couch. After a while I missed sleeping in an actual bed, and he had been caught so Sarah agreed I had nothing to worry about.

I got home and slept with all the lights on. A few boxes from under my bed were thrown about the floor but I didn't have the energy to clean them up and flopped onto my bed.

I didn't sleep long. I woke up to a dark house. That wasn't what woke me, it was a sound.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

It was coming from my closet door.

My heart stopped. My eyes hadn't adjusted to the dark so I couldn't see anything. All I heard was a drawn out creak as the door slowly pushed open.

By the time I heard footsteps walking towards me I could make out the vague shape of a tall man in my room.

He stopped at the foot of my bed. He didn't say anything, neither did I.

I could still see his eyes and in the moonlight they were still strikingly green.

I went to get out of bed, slowly. He spoke.

"Sleep, I'm here to watch."

He whispered again and each word was accompanied by a wheeze. I almost kept moving and ran, but he reached two long arms down and grabbed my covers. He pulled them up to my shoulders and tucked me in.

I just lay there all night with my eyes closed. I could hear him walking around the bed throughout. I didn't dare open my eyes.

It was five PM the next day I finally opened my eyes. I hadn't heard his breathing or his footsteps in a long enough time to say it was safe to get up.

I left and called the police, they said the man had never even made it to the station. He had simply disappeared from the backseat of the car.

Sarah kicked me out after the third night of knocking at her house.

I haven't slept in days. I can feel my heart beating in my chest with a mix of adrenaline and caffeine. I was driving on the interstate I10 going west. I don't know how far I made it or exactly what state I'm in.

I'm inside a gas station. I just paid for another tank of fuel but outside, sitting in the passenger seat of my car, is a tall grey haired man.

His neck and shoulders are at an awkward angle to fit inside.

He's staring right at me.

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u/Canary_Canvas — 15 days ago
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He told me his name was Joey.

I like to explore caves and was doing so at a Nation Park not far from my home.

I had found an opening in a rocky incline that opened into a wide caveren. There were several perches in the rock several feet off the ground, On one of them the boy sat.

He told me his sister had put him up there but that he didn't remember her being so tall.

There were a handful of passages in the cavern and I heard a wet, guttural whine from one of them. I helped the boy down and we left. I had to carry him.

He kept saying we had to wait for his sister.

Once we were outside I ran as if the boy weighed nothing in my arms. He continued to tell me to wait but I held him tightly.

I crest an incline and followed a path west through the trees I had followed an hour earlier to get to the cave.

I called the Police once I had reception, then called the Park Ranger. He arrived first and introduced himself as Nathan.

They questioned the boy and found out his name, Joseph Braxton. His family was called. He told them that his sister had led him off the trail and to the cave where I had found him.

The police questioned me while we waited for the boys parents to arrive. After six hours a green Station Wagon sped up the dirt road and skid to a stop in the carpark.

When they arrived they called out his name and ran towards us. His sister shouted his name the loudest, and ran the fastest.

Only Joey had ever been missing.

Once his family and a few Police Officers left, I led the remaining Officers and the Ranger to the cave. The only thing we found were a few torn up childs T-shirts. They were covered in soil and moss.

The boy was asked if they were his and he said no. He asked if he could keep one with a cartoon T-rex on it, he threw a tantrum when he was told no.

I don't go cave diving anymore.

I went back a few times afterwards, to a part of the park opposite the steep rocky area, but it wasn't the usual adrenaline rush I enjoyed. I was scared.

Noises echoing off the cave walls weren't innocent drops of moisture or a small animal scuttering about. They were footsteps. Sometimes I thought I could hear something else breathing behind me.

Two months ago was when I stopped.

I had found another larger cavern with stalagmites that sparkled in the light of my torch. I had placed my light on the ground behind me to try and break one off to take home. I could see my shadow on the wall.

I broke the stalagmite free and noticed there was another shadow behind me.

It was the shape of a human, a child with long legs.

It was walking slowly. I couldn't even hear it. I held the broken stalagmite in both hands and turned around, I swung the piece of stone as hard as I could and almost stumbled over when I met nothing.

The cavern was empty except for a pair of blue childs sneakers now a foot behind where I was standing.

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u/Canary_Canvas — 18 days ago