4 TRUE Creepy Neighbor Horror Stories | True Scary Stories

Last year, after a happy first year living alone in a new apartment, for the first time, a man moved in next door. I will never forget. The layout of the apartment is really crucial to understand this incident. The most important part is. Since my balcony on their balcony is only partially separated by a wall, there is a solid two foot gap that you can easily transition from one to the other for some context. I had previously had a very lovely woman living next door for the entire first year. I lived there and never crossed the threshold of this balcony without being explicitly invited.

I'm just including this so you understand that I wasn't previously worried about someone sneaking into my space. The first time I met this new

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, he was unloading his groceries into his huge truck and made his assigned parking spot right next to mine. while I was driving he and a girl I asked to be his girlfriend were unloading boxes from Costco I noticed them talking and as soon as I got out of the car they went silent, I nodded at them and headed to my elevator and then The guy ran after me through some boxes and begged me to wait, no problem, I mean, I'm a good

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, while in the elevator the girlfriend flatly refused to make eye contact or even talk to me, but she He introduced himself quickly and was very chatty now, in the 45 seconds it takes to get to the floor where our apartments were, he asked me if I liked where I was from and where I was.

Now he was working, looking back, his enthusiasm was a little strange, but I just put it down to him being excited to be in a new place for the rest of the story, let's call him Sam Sam was thirty-three years old, six feet tall and with A slim, muscular build and had extremely short hair, like the mask was going bald or something, he was pretty normal looking by all accounts. The first few weeks we had met quite frequently and he was always making small talk and he always ended up, I mean, he always referred to me as miss.

I rarely saw his girlfriend after the first night, but I occasionally overheard him talking to a lady in his apartment since the walls were pretty thin one night, about three months after Sam moved into my house. My boyfriend is spending the night and we were watching some movies on the couch, maybe it's around 11:30pm. At this point, the back of my couch is right against the wall I shared with Sam and we hear some banging noises. My first thought is that he and his girlfriend must be doing it or something. My boyfriend and I laugh and try to turn up the volume a little just to drown them out and then in addition to the banging, the neighbors start screaming, we can hear objects being thrown, glass breaking, etc., the words are pretty muffled but clearly There is anger and crying inside there, my boyfriend, the great one.

Jim says he's on the semi-shared balcony and in his loudest voice then yells hey, is everything okay there? After a minute or two, the girl opens the sliding glass door on Sam's side and then says that she's sorry, so we'll leave him alone. I am very worried, but we have no idea what really happened and we decided to go to bed. Big mistake. I wake up around 3am. m. with more screaming, but my boyfriend refuses to wake up and I. I'm not going to take my 5-foot self to go and break whatever's going on at 3:00 a.m.

I considered calling the police, but I'm so sleepy now that I just convinced myself I was dreaming it. I deeply regret that decision the next day. In the morning I woke up to some really terrible personal news and pretty much put the events of that night on the back burner. I didn't forget it, but it wasn't on my mind either. Fast forward about two weeks, it's a really warm day and I'm outside reading a book wearing a robe, a sports bra, and shorts. I'm sitting in a chair facing away from Sam's apartment, so I can't see one side from where I'm sitting.

I am deeply immersed in my book when suddenly there is a tap on my shoulder. Sam is standing behind me now and then he asks me if we can talk for a second. This man already crossed the line by coming to my side of the balcony, but I also can't get to my door without physically pushing him away so I decide to ask him what's wrong. He told me it was his birthday and asked me if I knew where he could get some weed because and I quote, she seemed like a girl who knows how to have a good time.

Since we live in a state where marijuana is fairly legal, I told him I was sure Google would provide the best dispensary in the area, but he personally didn't have one and he proceeds to tell me how he got really drunk last night. and at this point I'm absolutely looking for a way out as I start to move as if to signal to him that I'm done talking to him, he reaches out to my shoulder and that's when he tells me that he basically scratched my car last night. because he was apparently driving while he was drunk, in reality he says all this with a smile on his face, almost laughing at it.

I'm shocked, but mostly I want to get away from him because my chill senses are completely going off now and I don't. I want to explode at him for hitting my car. He says he will send me his car insurance information if I give him my number and luckily he knew it would be a bad decision so I didn't give him my number. I started making a very nervous joke about knowing where he lived and told him that if the damage was bad enough, he would just knock on his door to get insurance from him. He then responds by saying that he will even know with his information. my door, then he leaves my balcony while he says that and he would rather pay me in cash and not really involve insurance.

I give it an hour or so and decide to go down to assess the damage. Indeed, it is about two hours. New scratches on the driver's side door, they are not that deep nor really worth a call to insurance right away. I didn't really want to get involved with it in any way, so I decided I could deal with the scratches. At this point I just knew something was wrong with him, as far as I knew nothing unusual is happening tonight, the next day is Saturday and since I had to work the next day I'm home alone watching some action, a movie and it's around 11 p.m.

I'm on the couch with my cat curled up on me and the movie is relatively loud, so it takes me a little while to register that there's a banging noise coming from the hallway of my apartment. Honestly, I only noticed it because my cat had woken me up. I woke up and I was bloated and scared because of it. I turned the volume down on the movie and suddenly the banging is now getting louder and louder and I stand up and then I hear five words that no one ever wants to hear. His door opened, it's the police, my stomach fell to the floor.

I had lied to Sam the day before, telling him that we did have weed and that he had smoked a joint right outside the balcony, maybe 20 minutes before I completely panicked. a kite and trying to control my breathing because I really don't want to look suspicious before opening the door. I remember checking the peephole and then seeing a close-up of a police officer's face and then opening the door and coming face to face with six officers, all of them with their guns drawn. I'm about five seconds away from completely peeing my pants and in absolute fear, I'm still convinced that I'm somehow in trouble for smoking a joint.

The officer who seems to be in charge can sense it immediately. the level of my panic and then he says ma'am, you're not in trouble, we really need to talk to you about your neighbor, can we come over at this point? I am reeling, my entire being is absolutely tense. I let the police inside but my heart hasn't moved from my throat the cop in charge asked me if I had any interaction with Sam I tell them I barely know him and he just lives with me and he only moved in a few months ago I asked about why they had to be in my apartment.

I'm scared, but I don't normally get along with cops and I think I have a right to know why six of them practically just waved their guns in my face. The head officer then proceeds to tell me Sam is a really bad guy. He apparently beat his girlfriend so brutally the night before that he was now in the ICU for her injuries. They also told me that Sam had a gun and that he had actually barricaded himself in the apartment next to mine. They said they had spoken to the building manager and knew that my house had access to his balcony and they needed to use it.

I was then asked to go to my room, lock the doors and also turn off the lights for the next 30 to 45 days. The minutes were absolutely hell and my panic. I had left my cell phone on the kitchen counter and had to sit in my room listening to all the commotion. No shots were ever fired, but there was a lot of screaming and it sounded like a lot too. Finally, after what seemed like a lifetime, the lead officer knocked on my door and told me that Sam had finally been arrested and then thanked me for letting him use my apartment.

I had asked him more questions, maybe about 15 more minutes and then I left. I really wish the story ended here, but there's a bit more to it in the days after Sam's arrest. I became even more scared of him returning to the apartment, I was really worried about retaliation. He hadn't really said anything. that the police would technically frame him, but I told them about the night my boyfriend and I heard the fight about five days later, Sam reappeared in the building when I was coming home from work one night, he tried to approach me, but the elevator closed just as he was running to catch it, my whole body went tense, like the feeling you get when you're so close to getting into a car accident, but you narrowly avoided it.

I stayed off my balcony completely from this point on and always kept the curtains closed, didn't talk at all for a few more weeks and then had our final interaction. Sam stopped me in the parking lot one night, literally running after me as he was about to get into the elevator, and begged me to tell him. Why did I let the police in that night? I told him the honest truth: he was absolutely high and didn't really know what to do and had a very bad history with the police. He then got quite angry with me and kept trying to repeat the question. he obviously wanted some kind of different answer when I couldn't give him the answer he wanted, so he offered me about three thousand dollars to basically testify as a witness on his behalf because, and I quote, I apparently knew him and also knew how he really treated women.

I was speechless and completely scared. He told me that his hearing was next Thursday morning and he asked me if he could introduce me. For a moment I was like a deer in the headlights and then somehow I got out of there. muttering a series of words that were probably quite incoherent on the Wednesday night before this trial. I came home from work and my cat was acting a little weird like something scared her and her tail was swollen. but I noticed through the curtains that there was something taped to the outside of my sliding glass door, apparently Sam had decided to leave a post-it with a stone number and a name and underneath it said: I'm counting on you, it doesn't make needless to say.

I never showed up. I took a photo of the post. He grabbed my cat. He walked through all my doors and stayed at my mother's house for about five more days. After that, I called the police to inform them that he had been on my balcony. again, but they never did anything in the end, my boyfriend came and we went back to my house together, everything was as it should have been. I never saw Sam again, but a few weeks later a lady I had never seen before was cleaning his apartment maybe a month or so after that, some new people moved in and things have been pretty normal since I tried calling the police at the county jail to see if he was locked up again, but no one could reveal any information to me.

I hope that means he is there if he really did what the police said he did. Sam. I mean I'm not really sure what happened, but my biggest regret is not calling the police when I felt like I should have. I wish I had won. I will never have to see your face for the rest of my life. At the beginning of my junior year of college, I moved into a new house with a really amazing girl named Jess. One day after school, my friend Meg and I were on the porch smoking. a joint when this guy walked by, then went to my driveway which was shared by the house next door where she lived, she greeted me and asked if I knew Jess.

I told her yes and that she is my roommate and we did a little bit. Small talk for a second I asked him if he wanted some joint and then he grabbed one and continued after Megan left. I was still on the porch finishing some classwork when that neighbor came out of his house and then said hello. again, he walked towards my porch and then up the stairs. I didn't really think about it much because I mean I was very calm before and then he asked me for relationship advice, butall kinds of really weird stuff. So I'm talking to a girl, but she also sends nudes and hooks up with another guy, why don't you do that with me?

I tried my best to explain to her that maybe she doesn't like him, then he continued. to ask me if I would hook up with someone immediately after meeting him and also if I found him attractive I definitely didn't want to hook up and I didn't find him attractive but I also said that in the best possible way he kept calling me beautiful and basically saying that I was one of the nicest girls hotties I'd met, the conversation became awkward, so I apologized inside and told him I'd see him later that night with the one I'd just gotten back with.

A friend dropped me off and as she walked away and as I opened the door, my neighbor quickly came out of his door, almost as if he was waiting for me, ran towards my house and then stood right in front of my house and then asked me if I wanted to come in the while. I refused saying that he still had class work that he had to do. I really needed to finish before I went to bed. He was very anxious that we can do the work together and then maybe we can hug. He rejected it again and again.

He finally gave in and then started asking me more sexual questions, but about my own preferences and then. He asked me if he would join me with them. I kept swerving and he was really trying to leave me. He finally asked me for a hug which I also rejected, but he didn't give up and ended up grabbing me and pulling me closer. tightly into his arms and then squeezing me, which left me so sick to my stomach that I quickly got out of the way as fast as I could, ran towards my house and then walked out the door.

Some time passes and I'm cooking in my kitchen. When I was here there was a knock on my door, none of my friends were coming so I wasn't expecting anyone so I had no idea who he was. I looked around the corner and sure enough, it's the neighbor. to sink in a little, however, instead of opening the door, I simply ducked into the bathroom and then hid for a second hoping he would think I had fallen asleep, came another three knocks and then another and finally absolute silence and suddenly. he starts yelling my name through the open window next to my door Amy, hello Amy, I know you're home, I just have a few questions, Amy, where are you right now?

I was very sick to my stomach. I texted my friend Cory, who was alive. at the frat house right down the street from me to quickly run over here and act like I'm here to hang out. Cory came over and then met the neighbor at my door. I listened to the conversation which then consisted of are you your boyfriend? he told me. Yo, she was doing homework tonight, but now she's having friends over. I've been wondering if he likes me. Do you think so? Can you tell me more about her? Cory did a really amazing job of deflecting and I opened the door for him to enter.

I got to the house as fast as I could, the neighbor had asked me to come out very quickly, I did and just because I felt safer with Cory right behind the door, he ended up asking me almost the same question as before and then the Conversation ended. with Can I please give me a hug? I told him I'd see him later and then ran home the next day. Jess came back from her boyfriend's house and I showed her all about our strange neighbor. Surprisingly, she apparently knew everything about him in his habits. He had practically waited outside for her many times like he did with me, he also saw her running up and down the street and also tried to hang out and hug her.

Jess finally told her boyfriend all about my encounters with our neighbor and he then went to talk to them. I'm not really sure what he told her, but the neighbor never made eye contact with me again. I'm pretty sure if he hadn't spoken up and told Jess, things definitely would have gotten worse. Worse yet, I know a lot of people have told a lot more

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than I have, but this always gives me chills when I think about it about four years ago, when I was fifteen, my parents and I moved to a new apartment and decided to get a puppy, We would walk him about four or five times a day, but we were still really struggling with my dog's separation anxiety, so I figured that for the first few weeks I was there, it must have been hell for my neighbors because he was always barking. and he cried every time we left him alone, however, every time we talked to my neighbors they just told us not to worry because they hardly ever listened to him and they all agreed, except Tony, one Saturday when he was home alone. and someone knocked on my door, it was Tony at first, he seemed a little surprised to see me open the door, but then he just smiled politely and then said, hey, can you tell your parents to come see me when they get home please?

Yes and then he left I didn't think anything of it when my parents got home I told him about my encounter with Tony and my dad went to his apartment suspecting it had something to do with my dog's barking Tony told my dad that my dog He was a real Barker and he worked during the night and needed to sleep during the day, so he would really appreciate if we could find a way to make less noise, although he said he understood and then he knows it was hard to control a barking dog, too He apologized for showing up at our door saying he didn't know I was alone there, according to my dad they had a pretty nice and polite conversation, my dad apologized for the inconvenience and then he came home and we did our thing.

The best thing was trying to deal with my puppy's anxiety and it worked. My dog, of course, still barked, but he wasn't as agitated as he used to be, a few weeks later, whenever my dog ​​sensed Tony coming down the stairs of our apartment building. My dog ​​always went crazy, he was a pretty people friendly dog ​​but for some reason he absolutely hated this guy and Tony and would stop talking to us, ignoring us whenever we bumped into him or he would just stare at us. One day, however, my mother and I came home and there were six holes in the door of her apartment, it was as if someone had hit the door with a key or something sharp.

My mother was quite naive about it and she thought that maybe we had done the damage ourselves all along. months that we had been there was when Martha, one of our other neighbors, called my mother really worried about me and then asked her if I had been home alone that afternoon, my mom said no and that's when Martha tells us that apparently someone had been there. banging and kicking our door while yelling a bunch of insults creating a scene so terrifying that her 11 year old son got so scared that he hid under his bed for about four hours until Martha came home because he thought someone was breaking in.

At our house, a few weeks later, there was a city fair at night and my parents, I + Martha and her family went out to the building to go to the fair. We returned earlier, around 11:00 p.m. m. It was almost 12 a.m. m. at that moment and someone had rung the doorbell, my dad went to see who it was but no one answered. Usually when this happens we go to the window to try to see who it is or we go downstairs because it's usually the postman but since it was midnight my dad thought it was very strange and didn't go downstairs, he just ignored it and we all left To bed okay, the next morning my mom meets Martha and tells my mom that when they came back from the fair they found Tony hiding in the dark under the stairs with a damn baseball bat in his hands.

He seemed really nervous but he said someone had rung the doorbell and he thought it was really strange that someone would do that so late at night, so apparently he went downstairs to see who it was and with the baseball bat my mom immediately knew exactly what it was. passed. She had rung the doorbell hoping my dad would come down and see who he was. I honestly don't know if his plan was to attack my dad or not, but my dad was obviously worried for my and my mom's safety since I wasn't home for the week, then he went upstairs absolutely furious and knocked on the door. from Tony when Tony saw my father.

I'm not kidding, he looked like he was about to pass out, my dad had confronted him and Tony Legit started crying, he told my dad that he was dead and that sometimes he did drugs and he didn't really know what he was doing, then he apologized for damaging our door with a damn knife and because of what happened the night before, he didn't even lie about it, as it turns out that the reason my dog ​​got scared every time he felt it and barked so much was because Tony waited until everyone in the building would have gone to work and then he would go to my door and kick it making my dog ​​more and more angry and not so much because of his anxiety my dad then said very calmly this is the last time I will talk to you next time that you come closer to me or even look in the direction of my family again.

I'm going to make my point very clear, you understand? The guy kept crying and trying to hug my dad. We went to the police and found a report, but eventually we stopped watching. Tony turns out to be his wife. she actually kicked him out and filed a restraining order on her and her daughter because apparently one morning she woke up with him watching her and her daughter while they slept and the whole house smelled like gas because apparently she left the stove on and we moved out. shortly after and we never saw Antonio ghin again after that, just some background.

I grew up while not in a big city compared to many others, the largest city in my state and has a pretty well earned reputation for violence and crime. I happen to live right on the edge of one of the roughest parts of town, I lived in a trailer park that was in the trailer closest to the bar that was right next door. This bar had a pretty bad reputation and was repeatedly closed after disruptions due to noise and violence, but was always allowed to reopen as long as they changed the name of the place. I'm still not entirely clear on the logic of that rule, but I was no stranger to run-ins with doubters and tasty guys appearing seemingly out of nowhere and all the different neighbors I'd been warned to avoid, that's just how it was there and From a young age I assumed that was how life worked, people are dangerous, just stay away, our trailer position had a fence. on one side that separated us in the bar and another trailer that for a long time was owned by people who were never abandoned at home or for a brief time there was a single mother and her daughters, both younger than me during those years.

It felt like a cushion against any threat after the single mother and her children were evicted, although that's when the

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neighbor moved out and my wife moved out. It was my first year of high school, so I was about 13 or 14 at the time. At the time my home life wasn't exactly Leave It to Beaver material, to say the least, but due to a combination of never knowing anything different and being naive, I was just starting to realize that and it wasn't the norm for other people I was with. It's really sad to lose those girls as neighbors because even though they were younger, they were my only friends in the park after some probably highly illegal evictions my crazy old land had done a few years before, then this man moved out and now it was He was the only one who technically lived there, but for the first year or so I often saw him in his garden with a group of men.

They were old enough for my teenage brain to consider them old, but younger than my parents, so they were probably a mix of Sometimes in their 20s and 30s, their drunken behavior was pretty comparable to people in the room. bar on the other side. Things were pretty awkward from the day he moved out. Unfortunately, the first discomfort was because my stepfather was a terrible human being. racist, proud and really amused by his racist views, the new neighbor was black so in about two weeks a six foot fence was built between the length of our trailers because he didn't want the new neighbor to be on the foot Wide. part of our property, they will handle it early, it never mattered before it and of course he took great joy in saying and saying horrible things while he and I were building it, yet our new neighbor never made any kind of complaint about his words or the absurd fence, he was very polite and always greeted us every time we came home, this made me feel incredibly guilty and quite indebted to the stranger for not only responding to my stepfather's hatred and kindness, but also for paying us kindly, unfortunately.

That same reaction helps create a really dangerous situation. One thing that started even before the fence was finished was that he and his group of friends would always come to the front of his trailer if they ever saw me going out to check the mail. only our mailbox was a community mailbox in the middle of the park and checking it was one of my tasks that I left in the mailbox and they were inside on the porch or in the yard inevitably alwaysI would return to Then they would congregate in the front or entrance area, he would greet me and his friends would just look at me and then laugh.

I've always been quite afraid of strangers and religious people in general, it was a long running joke in my family. how scared and uncomfortable I would be around strangers, everyone knew I would get over it eventually and thought I would think it was too funny. I haven't and I and my instinct have actually saved and protected me more times than I can count, so I'm no longer ashamed of my caution, I was murmuring hello, I was trying to smile and then wave at them, but I'm pretty sure I look scared because that was more or less my natural state.

I was sure they were laughing because I probably look scared, but as time went on I started to feel more comfortable saying hello and greeting them, everyone was still laughing which would once again make me feel uncomfortable once again. I just couldn't understand what they were laughing about. that did me my voice my smile the way I waved I walked weird more than anything I really just wish they'd ignore me at that moment then one day while I was walking to the mailbox the neighbor ran up to me and then walked with me and that became the norm daily.

He would join me to ask me normal questions about my day school etc. while we were walking. I didn't really like it, it was more than my normal anxiety. I almost always heard alarms ringing. whenever he was around me, but he didn't really trust myself back then. I had been told so many times how stupid I was for being afraid that I kept berating myself for being paranoid about this good man who had never actually done anything wrong and it should be noted that he never checked his own mail during these trips, if he had he would at least let me know. would have given a fraction of comfort if he just needed to check his mail too, so it wasn't strange that he came to the mailbox with me one particular afternoon, the dialogue started to change on these trips where we are at the mailboxes once again and then he said Hey, so don't tell your dad I said this, but you have some really cool legs. looking me up and down, I really don't know why at the time, but I really just wanted to cry and take a shower.

I just knew that he shouldn't have said that he had stopped checking the mail for about three weeks after that. It took my parents a long time to realize that and I probably wasn't being honest when I told them there was nothing in the mailbox today mom mom started yelling at me for being too lazy to walk to the mailbox and finally I just told her that and I wasn't being lazy. I was afraid of the neighbor. Then I explained to him that he had been going to the mailbox with me and what he said, and well, my dear mom thought he was absolutely hilarious, she pretty much just thought. that she was being stupid and shy and pretty scared about nothing, she mentioned it at dinner and then insisted that I tell my stepdad.

Halfway there I thought maybe he would understand, after all, the neighbor said not to tell him, so he must have. I knew it wasn't right, my stepdad was quiet for a moment and then he said, well, you have nice legs, so what, then I got embarrassed because it was obviously nothing and I just needed to get a hold of myself. I finally started checking the mail again and The neighbor didn't join me anymore which made me feel guilty because I was afraid of hurting his feelings but I wasn't with a group of friends all the time anymore for a while I was rarely around at home, but when I was at home. he was always alone, a few months or so I started seeing him randomly whenever I was home alone or checking the mail, he would always greet me and smile and then impose that feeling of embarrassment for overreacting, but then one night, hua was taking a shower my mother knocked on the door and then yelled that she was steaming in the bathroom and that it was going to mold the carpet, just as I did many times before turning the handle to open the little shower window and let a little steam comes out.

This window was exactly at head level at the top, but it was only about 4 to 5 inches high and ran the length of the shower wall. She had been opening it while I showered almost every day since I was five or six. I see the person in the shower except for his head and you'd still have to be looking to notice it. I opened it but then I heard a sound so I looked out. I immediately made eye contact with the

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neighbor. I instantly looked away because I felt like he was being rude by looking out the window.

I bent over a bit to try to hide my head and try to continue with my shower, but I felt exposed and really uncomfortable, so a couple of minutes later I decided. I looked out the window again just to make sure it was really just an unfortunate coincidence. He was still there leaning on the railing of his porch when he then smiled slowly when we made eye contact again. I closed the window and then quickly finished. I lectured myself incessantly. So it was all just a coincidence and I was being stupid again, but after it happened about three different times, I started taking a very quick cold shower so I wouldn't have to open the window shortly after the unpleasant shower event started.

He started waiting for me outside every time he came home from school. I was walking home from the bus stop and at first he was in front of his trailer, it was only once in a while, but then it became daily. He would get in my way and then block me from the front door. He made small talk like he had done countless times during walks to the mailbox. I always responded as politely as I could while insisting that I really needed to get there. inside and take care of my dogs since they had been inside all day while my parents were at work and I was at school at the time there was a girl about a year younger than me, they moved to the park at the other end she was It was very nice and we had a class together but we didn't really talk until one day when we got off the bus she told me to wait and asked if I wanted her to walk with me.

She surprised me a lot. and confused by the offer but very excited that maybe she would leave me alone if I wasn't alone. I accepted her offer and then she asked me if she knew the creepy guy who lives next door to me. I was so relieved that someone else thought it was creepy that I actually wanted to cry and laugh at the same time. She said that about a week before, she had stopped by the owner's trailer to ask a question and when she left she saw me walking towards my door and him just standing there. there looking at her and then when he saw her he started walking with her and tried to talk to her too and then he told her she had beautiful hair, she told him to fuck off and then he ran the rest of the way home , she and I developed a system where she would walk me up the driveway and I would stand on the porch and walk her until she turned the corner where I and he could no longer see her.

He finally stopped waiting for us after school. A couple of weeks passed. without anything really strange happening, I was already down when I left for the bus stop in the morning, it was already dark and my new friend only took the bus in the afternoon, one morning he saw me leaving for the bus and then he called me to out. Have a good day from then on, he was always there when he left the house. My parents worked very early shifts, so I was usually always alone from 5:30 a.m. m. and it was obvious because their vehicles were gone at the beginning.

He would pretend to have something to do outside at the exact same time and always act surprised to see me, then he started sitting in front of his house waiting for Halloween to come and I would wear a costume to school. I was 15 years old and, like most costumes. that you can buy at Party City or Walmart in the back, the truth is that it revealed a little nothing crazy, it was like the midnight spider, what or some other nonsense, it was a long sleeve dress that reached my ankles, but It was much tighter. that whatever she normally wore was a little low-cut and had a slit on the side that went higher than one might want.

I waited and looked out that little shower window and didn't get out at the normal time. I saw him enter his house. and then I took a break, he finally caught up with me before the house had completely passed his driveway, he made some really creepy comments about how my shirt was growing nicely and then warned me to be careful around the kids. I ran towards the bus. stop yelling over my shoulder that I had to hurry up or I'd miss the After that, he started waiting for me in the driveway at my door in the mornings, I would get completely ready for school and then he would look out the window to see if it was. there and he was almost always there he would walk back and forth and whistle some mornings I would go out and just face them but then he started touching my shoulder or putting his hand on my back so I literally started skipping school just to avoid it.

I called my mom at work and told her I missed the bus or the bus was early. One of my friends was learning to drive. He would occasionally pick me up to make sure he went to school. My neighbor was going home. his own driveway and then he would stare at us as I got in the car and we drove off one day after missing almost a full week of school. He was in his driveway with three other guys waiting for me when I came back from checking. In the mail, he said my name as I was walking past him.

I waved at him but kept walking, then he intercepted me and then said: wait. I have a gift for you since you were sick at home. I made it for you. He then proceeded to hand me some sort of door hanger that was made of beads and had my name on it and the colors were the exact color scheme of my bedroom. At this point, first of all, I was more than scared until that day than ever. Even once I said my name and I felt a really strange comfort and I thought he didn't know. Secondly, he had never been inside my house for even a second that I was aware of and I only knew that my racist stepfather.

He wouldn't have let him in and my mother was too afraid of my stepfather to let him in. My room was at the front of the trailer and had two large windows, but my scared cat self was overly cautious about who or what could peek inside to open my blinds or curtains, even for a minute, the combination of My room's colors weren't exactly an easy combination to guess. Ivan said something that seemed to thank him and I walked in while he and his friends watched me leave and then I laughed, took him to school the next day and burst into tears with all my friends, they all thought it was quite strange of course but as he never listened to me, some of them thought I was being too paranoid and that he. he was just a nice but strange guy, some of them agreed with me that he was really bad and I felt like he was turning into something bad.

My friend I mentioned before, who sometimes took me, was really worried about how angry he was. In fact, that same friend picked me up and brought me home from school for the rest of the year. I tried my best to never be alone outside my house from that point on, a couple of months later. I got a job, decided to drop out of school and get my GED, and pretty much started not being home as much as possible. We had some awkward confrontations where he said we're things like if you have a good figure, figure out exactly what men want, be careful not to lose that figure, but once I got help from my friends, it became pretty easy to avoid it, so As the plot turned about three years after the gift incident, life had changed for me in a million ways, not the least of them.

In fact, the FBI arrested my stepfather and he went to federal prison, so my mother found herself living alone in the trailer when I moved in front of that wall on the phone one night and then asked me what you think of Bobby, to which I then responded. I responded then, I didn't know Bobby, who got a little upset and then said he lived next door for years, don't you remember your dad hated him? I laughed really hard and then said, "Oh, you mean the creepy neighbor, obviously, I think that's a creepy sign." awkward silence and then her saying oh well he kissed me too I think I like Hugh shocked and shocked silence followed by me reminding him of the leg comment and all the other times he scared me his response oh you know how you are You always have afraid of everyone.

You probably had a crush on him and didn't realize it. Spoiler alert. It didn't work out for them romantically, but he tried to become a squatter in his trailer and he really had to be. They took me out of there by force, so yeah, creepy neighbor, Bobby. I'm so glad I finally moved out of there and never have to see you again, thank God.