The infamous legend of the Bloody Mary. My friend Josh and I were at his apartments swimming at the pool near where he lived and his neighbor, mom's friend, was there as well. We were all having fun and chatting. Nice night for a swim. Until she told us about Bloody Mary.
While I'm always down for a good ghost story and urban legend. This tale freaked me out, when she mentioned you have to turn off the light, and chant her name multiple times and she'll then appear and scratch your face off! Hell yes I was scared!
Long story short, I couldn't sleep at all that night at Josh's apartment. Scared to go to the bathroom, even with the light on. And too scared to fall asleep with the covers over my head. I stayed up all night watching Nick at Night, and I recall I Love Lucy was playing, but I was always checking over my shoulder to make sure Bloody Mary wasn't going to sneak up behind me while I had my head turn to the T.V.
Another time, I was playing his N64 at Josh's place, when another neighbor, who had bad mental problems was checking me out through his window. Have you ever had that eerie feeling someone was watching you? Well, I did! And it freaked me the fuck out!
What was creepy, she didn't make any noise or do anything; just watched me. When I came crying to Josh's mother, Lisa, who explained to me she was mentally ill and had problems, and the lady did apologize. But I was still shaking from her watching me through the window.
It's one of my worst fears someone, or something, could be out there watching through my window while I'm asleep in my bed and vulnerable.
Another time I was visiting my friends who lived in my neighborhood, and after leaving I walked home while it was dark out. Stupid me should have realized I was young, a child, and of course defenseless, but I didn't care.
From what I can remember some middle aged white guy, with long dark hair and wearing a baseball cap, was following me. Similar to when I had the feeling of someone watching me through the window, I felt he was following me! And I was how old then? 10 or 11 at the oldest. Thankfully my dad was a blue collar worker and he had multiple work vans, so when I could, I hid from the weirdo following me, and was shocked to see him turning his head wildly as looked for me down my long drive way, then gave up and left when he couldn't find me.
After a few minutes, I felt comfortable enough to come out from hiding and ran in and told my parents what just happened. By then he was long gone and we could only hope by then he would leave up alone. Thankfully he did just that but to be honest I wish I knew who it was. Don't think I'm going to look for him, I just want to know who in the hell was he, and where did he come from. Did he live in my neighborhood? Did he drive over here and waited to some dumb kid, like me, walked home alone in the dark. While I'm thankful I wasn't kidnapped and put on a milk carton, I hope he hasn't hurt any other kids. Yeah, I know the weirdo perv probably has but let's hope he's in prison being Bubba's bitch than hurting innocent children!
