Scary story

Some creepy man tried to murder me

It happened two years ago. That time, I lived in an apartment in this small village situated in Pennysilvania, called Nife Town (that’s a pretty strange and unusual name, as you can see) where I knew every single person of its 2,067 inhabitants. This town only had one tiny supermarket, a library of the same size, a few clothing stores, a kind of a police station and a big creepy church. There were no schools, but it did not matter because there were no children either.

You must wonder why I lived in this place. I was a writer looking for a quite place, with not many people around, so Nife Town was the perfect place. Or, that’s what I thought. Nothing has ever happened in Nife Town, all days were alike : same people, same horrible weather, same buildings. Plus, everything was calm and quiet all the time. There were mostly old people living here, after all.

One day, I was on the phone talking to my best friend Monica while i was sorting out my mail in front of my mailbox. After leaving my stuff in the apartment, I would always go downstairs to get my mail. So, I went up to my apartment, holding letters in my hand, closed the front door and sat on the bed. I kept speaking to Monica while reading my mail.

• Yeah, I know, right ? But you know, soon you’ll see you are…

My phone slipped out of my hand. I bent down to pick it up and that’s when my heart stopped beating. What my eyes were seeing was simply paralyzing. I thought that I was in a horror movie. There was a man under my bed, with his back towards me. He could not  see me, which meant that I still had a chance to escape. I don’t know what a miracle saved me that day. I kept my cool, didn’t scream, even if I was about to start crying. All I did was I picked up my phone and said :

• I gotta take a shower, Mon. I’ll call you.

I hung up the phone and somehow went to the bathroom, where I locked myself in. My bathroom was a bit small but it had a window, and that’s what really saved my life that day. I decided to snick out through window and jump. I wasn’t risking my life, I lived on the first floor so I didn’t get hurt. Once in the garden, I allowed myself to scream and shout. I took out my phone as fast as I could, dialed 911 and explained the whole situation. I don’t know how did they understand what I was saying through my tears and sniffs.

A few minutes later, for my greatest relief, cops have arrived. They saw me hiding in the garden of my residence and came to me. I was still under shock of what was happening to me , my hands were shaking when agent Phill gave me a handshake. I was seating and watched two policemen getting out of the building, holding tight the men I saw under my bed. One of these policemen came to me and explained that the guy was high and found waiting for me to come out in front of my bathroom door, with a kitchen knife in his hand, while the other one brought the man into the back of the car.

I couldn’t belive that I had a near-death expreriment but I did know that I didn’t want to live that again. So whoever you were, creepy guy under my bed - let’s never meet again!

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