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A Fishing Trip Gone Terrifying - Scary Paranormal Story · Shallow Nights: Scary Bedtime Stories

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  There used to be a pond about half a mile away from my old
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  house that I would commonly go fishing in.
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  It was nicknamed Daryl's Pond. I still have no idea who Daryl
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  was or why it was called that, but nobody owned it, so people
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  would once in a blue moon go fishing there as well.
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  It was usually me by myself though.
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  I had dug a pole into the ground where I would tie a noose to,
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  and from my small kayak I'd say it was about 3:00 in the
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  afternoon when I rode out to the middle of the pond, the sweet
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  spot for getting a decent catch. There was another person coming
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  out from the trees. I waved at him and gave him a
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  smile. He hopped into a small boat
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  floating by the edge of the pond and began to roll over to me as
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  he got close enough. We're trying to speak to him.
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  Wouldn't come off as obnoxious. I gave him a friendly, perfect
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  day, isn't it? Yes, absolutely, he said.
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  He didn't say anything after that, and I started to feel a
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  bit awkward, as if I were obligated to keep some kind of
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  conversation rolling now. So you come out here to throw
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  some lines? I asked.
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  No, I don't actually fish. Oh well, it's never a bad day to
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  relax on the pond, I said. He continued to row closer to me
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  until his boat collided with mine, creating a big thug.
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  I was genuinely uncomfortable. Now I didn't feel threatened,
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  just weirded out. I was only 24 years old, this
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  guy looked like he was late 40s or 50s.
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  There was an awkward silence. I tried to just act like I was
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  focused on trying to make a catch, but by now that wasn't
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  even on my mind. This guy was weird.
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  I didn't know what he wanted and I was uncomfortable being so
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  close to him. I felt him looking at me, or at
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  least in my direction. As I face halfway to the
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  opposite direction of him, I took a quick glance to my right.
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  Yeah, he was staring at me. I decided to be ballsy and lock
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  eye contact with him. After about four seconds, he
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  looked away. So where are you from?
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  I asked him. Up there, He pointed behind
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  himself in the direction of the woodsy hill leading past the
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  dirt road. Oh, you live by Suffolk?
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  I asked. No, no I'm not, he said.
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  What made you decide to come out here?
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  I said. Why not?
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  I continued to try and uncomfortably fill the awkward
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  silences that kept coming up. His responses were dry.
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  He didn't contribute anything to what was barely a conversation,
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  he just sat there not doing anything with half a smile on
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  his face, looking either at me or in my general direction
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  throughout. I was creeped out, my heart was
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  racing. At this point I'd go as far as
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  saying that I was nervous for my life.
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  We were surrounded by trees in all directions in the middle of
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  the pond. I started to row a bit closer to
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  land, but in a very low key kind of way, trying to play it off as
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  me just trying to find a better spot to find some fish.
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  I was horrified when I saw he was following me.
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  What a great day, huh? I felt a shake in my voice.
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  I got close enough to the edge of the pond where I finally told
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  the man. I think I'm going to call it a
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  day. I turned to see his reaction.
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  He was still staring at me, but his smile was gone now.
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  I can't let you leave. He said.
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  He lifted his flannel to expose a handgun sticking out of his
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  jeans pocket. As soon as I could process what
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  I was looking at, I dove out of the boat for land, ran the whole
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  half mile uphill through the woods back to my house and
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  locked every door and window. As soon as I made it home, I
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  pulled down the blinds to the dining room window, leaving it
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  open just a crack for peeking outside undetected.
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  It started to get dark out and I left every light in the house
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  off, still peeking out to the front yard, making sure I wasn't
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  followed. The time came when I finally
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  decided I wasn't followed. I realize now, like you, that
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  not calling the police immediately was a huge mistake.
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  I kept my bedroom windows open to let the room air out.
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  My bedroom was on the 2nd floor, so I wasn't worried about being
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  watched through the window. About half an hour after
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  shutting the light and falling under the covers, I heard the
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  sound of leaves crunching from outside.
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  I sat up to hear it more clearly, it was definitely
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  something walking around out there.
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  Normally I would assume it was a deer or a bear, but after what
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  just happened I I was still in paranoia mode.
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  I sat up as still as a statue except for my shaking out of
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  fear waiting as the sounds of the steps stopped.
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  Hey buddy, you up there? Are you trying to sleep?
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  Sorry I didn't mean to wake you. I felt like 100 lbs just fell
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  directly onto my chest. It was the same voice.
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  I knew it right away. I didn't make a sound.
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  I crept out of the room quietly downstairs to the kitchen and
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  grabbed the phone, practically crawling on my way out to avoid
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  being seen through the open blinds.
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  I called 911 like I should have earlier in the temporary safety
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  of my bedroom. I made sure to whisper into the
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  phone as I was still hoping that he hadn't yet heard or spotted
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  me. 20 minutes felt like an hour as I sat behind my bed waiting
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  for the police to arrive in constant fear that I would hear
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  glass breaking from downstairs, or a thud on the back door, or
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  even just a voice again from down below my window.
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  Outside, the police did a thorough investigation of the
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  property in nearby woods, turning up nothing.
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  They suggested I stay with a friend or a family member for a
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  few days, and so I did. I never heard from or saw the
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  man again, but I still moved a month later.
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  I couldn't deal with the constant fear and paranoia of
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  being watched through my windows.
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  I feel much more comfortable fishing out by the Bay now.