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Unveiling Night Shift Terrors: Tales of Intuition and Survival · Shallow Nights: Scary Bedtime Stories

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When you work the night shift at a convenience store, you expect
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things to be pretty ordinary. Maybe a handful of customers,
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someone trying to buy beer after hours, and sometimes a rowdy
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group coming back from the Strip.
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That's what I had in mind when I clocked in for my shift at the
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little corner store in Las Vegas.
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While most people were winding down for the night, my shift was
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just beginning. I like the quiet, honestly.
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There's a rhythm to the night shift.
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Stock the shelves, sweep the floor and wait for the rare
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customer. I always kept the radio on low
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for company, a familiar sound that kept the silence from
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feeling too overwhelming. Around one AMI was at the
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counter, flipping through a magazine when I noticed them.
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Two men standing under the street light just outside the
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store, their shadows stretching long across the pavement.
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They weren't doing anything at first, just standing there,
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talking quietly. I told myself it was nothing.
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People hang around all the time, waiting for rides or just
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killing time. But something about the way they
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kept looking toward the store set off a small alarm in my
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mind. After a few minutes, one of them
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pointed in my direction. I quickly looked away,
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pretending to be engrossed in the magazine, but my pulse was
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picking up. When I look back, they were
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gone, or so I thought. Not 2 minutes later, the bell
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above the door jingled and the two men walked in.
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They moved slowly, their eyes scanning the store like they
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were casing the place. One was tall and wiry, with a
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baseball cap pulled low over his face.
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The other was shorter, stocky, and wearing a hoodie that
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obscured most of his features. Evening.
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I said, trying to sound friendly.
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They didn't respond. Instead, they split up, each
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wandering down different aisles. The tall one pretended to browse
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the snacks while the shorter one headed toward the drinks cooler.
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I stayed behind the counter, watching them carefully.
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Something about their movements felt calculated, like they
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weren't here to shop. The shorter guy was the first to
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approach the counter. He slapped a can of soda down
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and leaned in close. Slow night, huh?
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He said. Yeah.
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I replied, ringing up the soda. Pretty quiet.
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You here by yourself? He asked, his eyes darting
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around the store. The question rattled me,
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catching me off guard. My Co workers in the back.
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I lied, gesturing toward the stockroom door.
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He raised an eyebrow, but didn't press the issue.
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Instead he looked over his shoulder at his friend, who is
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now lingering near the exit. Mind if I use your restroom?
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He asked. Sorry, it's employees only he
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didn't like that. His expression tightened and for
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a moment I thought he was going to argue, but then he just
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smirked and stepped back, joining his friend near the
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door. As I watched them whisper to
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each other, my unease grew. Something wasn't right.
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I reached under the counter and pressed the button for the
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silent alarm, a precaution we were trained to use if anything
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felt off. The taller guy suddenly walked
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back toward me, his hands in his pockets.
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Hey, do you sell phone chargers? He asked.
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They're by the register. I said, gesturing to a small
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display. As he leaned over to look, I
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noticed his other hand slipping out of his pocket and holding a
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padlock. Before I could react, he walked
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over to the door and passed a small chain through the door
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knobs and locked the padlock with a loud click.
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What are you doing? I demanded.
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Relax, he said, grinning. We just want to talk.
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My heart was racing now. They had locked me in.
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The shorter guy moved closer to the counter, blocking my path to
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the stockroom. Look, I said, if you're not
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buying anything, you need to leave.
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We're not leaving, the taller one said, his grin widening.
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Not until we're done. I didn't wait to find out what
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done meant. While they were distracted, I
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reached under the counter and grabbed the panic button,
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activating the alarm that would send a direct signal to the
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police. The sound was deafening,
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vibrating through the walls. Both men froze.
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What the hell? The shorter guy yelled.
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I didn't give them a chance to react.
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I grabbed the pepper spray from under the counter and aimed it
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at the taller 1. Unlock the door.
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I demanded. He paused for a moment, but when
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I stepped closer, the spray raised.
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He quickly grabbed the key and unlocked it.
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I bolted, sprinting out into the parking lot as fast as I could.
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Behind me, I heard glass shattering.
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Fueled by frustration, they began smashing the windows,
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glass flying everywhere. I didn't stop running until I
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reached the gas station down the street, where I frantically
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explained what had happened. The clerk called the police, and
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within minutes patrol cars were speeding toward the convenience
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store. When the officers arrived, the
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men were gone, but they left plenty of evidence behind the
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shattered glass, the bolt cutters they had dropped, and
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even the small chain, the padlock and the key they'd use
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to lock the door. The police took my statement and
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assured me they would do everything they could to find
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the men. Still, that nagging fear
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wouldn't leave me. I quit the job not long after.
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No amount of money was worth feeling that vulnerable.
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I'm grateful for the training that helped me stay calm and
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think on my feet, but the experience taught me a harsh
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lesson. You can't always predict danger,
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even in the most mundane settings.
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Working as a nurse was demanding, but I loved my job.
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Helping people, even in the most stressful situations, made every
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long shift worth it. By the end of each day, though,
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I was usually running on empty. That night in July started like
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any other, with me leaving the hospital late, exhausted but
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glad the shift was over. What happened after is something
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I'll never forget. I clocked out just after
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midnight, threw my bag over my shoulder, and headed to the
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parking lot. The hospital was eerily quiet at
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that hour. Most of the lights dimmed, the
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halls empty except for a few night shift workers.
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The parking lot wasn't much better.
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It was dimly lit, with just a few scattered lamps creating
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long, distorted shadows. My car was parked near the far
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edge of the lot, a spot I regretted choosing every time I
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worked a late shift. As I stepped outside, the warm,
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sticky air hit me like a wall. The Florida summers had a way of
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clinging to you. I walked briskly, the rhythmic
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clink of my keys in my hand breaking the silence.
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About halfway to my car, I noticed him.
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At first he seemed unremarkable, a man in his mid 30s, wearing a
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baseball cap and a loose hoodie, standing near 1 of the
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lampposts. He was pacing back and forth,
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and something about his movements felt off.
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They were too erratic, like he was working himself up for
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something. I kept walking, quickening my
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pace as my instincts kicked in. I looked around the lot, hoping
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to see someone else, anyone, but it was just me and him.
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He noticed me. I could feel his eyes on me,
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tracking my every step. When I reached my car, I tried
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to unlock the door as quickly as possible.
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Excuse me? He called, his voice loud in the
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silence. I froze, my hand hovering over
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the door handle. Hey, can you help me out?
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He said, stepping closer. I'm trying to find Main Street,
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do you know where it is? He seemed friendly, but there
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was something forced about the way he spoke.
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I turned slightly, keeping my distance.
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Sorry, I'm not sure that's OK. He said, taking another step
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toward me. Maybe you could check on your
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phone? I shook my head.
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I'm sorry, I can't help you. He moved closer, his body
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language shifting. His friendliness was gone,
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replaced by something more predatory.
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Come on, He said, his voice hardening.
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It'll only take a second. I took a step back, my heart
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racing. I said no.
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I repeated, louder this time. He stopped, staring into my eyes
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with an uncomfortable intensity. Why are you being like this?
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He asked, his tone almost mocking.
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That's when I noticed his hands slipping into his hoodie pocket.
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I didn't wait to see what he was reaching for.
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I tightened my grip on my keys, holding them between my fingers
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like a makeshift weapon, and sidestepped toward the back of
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my car. I don't want any trouble.
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I said, keeping my voice as calm as possible.
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You don't have to make this hard.
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He said, stepping forward again. I looked around the lot,
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desperately looking for an escape route.
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My car was my best option, but he was too close.
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Then I remembered the panic button on my car key fob.
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Without thinking, I hit it and my car's alarm blared loudly,
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echoing through the empty parking lot.
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The man flinched. Startled by the sudden noise, I
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took the opportunity to dart around the car and open the
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driver's side door. As I slid inside, he lunged
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toward me, his hands slamming against the window.
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Turn that off. I didn't hesitate.
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I started the engine, shifted into gear and floored it.
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For a terrifying moment, I thought he was going to follow
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me on foot. He stood there, looking at me as
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I speed out of the lot. As I turned on to the main road,
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I looked in the rearview mirror. He was gone.
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But my hands were shaking, and my mind was a whirlwind of what
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could have happened if I hadn't acted quickly.
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I pulled into a gas station a few miles away and called the
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police. The dispatcher asked me to
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describe the man and what had happened.
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We'll send an officer to the hospital parking lot to check it
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out, she said. Are you safe now?
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Yes, I said, though I wasn't sure I believed it.
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The police never found him. They said it was likely a random
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predator looking for an opportunity.
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But that didn't make me feel any better.
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The idea that he was still out there haunted me for weeks.
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Walking to my car became a tense routine, my eyes scanning the
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darkness, clutching my keys as if for protection.
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That night changed me. I used to think I was careful,
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aware of my surroundings, but now I know just how quickly
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things can go wrong. If there's one thing I've
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learned, it's if something doesn't feel right, don't
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hesitate to act. It might just save your life.
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I've been a night security guard for nearly a decade, and I like
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to think I'm good at my job. Most nights are uneventful, a
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few rounds around the property, paperwork, and maybe catching a
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stray raccoon nosing around the trash.
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I've always felt confident in my ability to handle whatever came
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my way. But one night last month, that
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confidence was shaken in a way I'll never forget.
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The construction site I was assigned to was massive, a vast
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area littered with steel beams, heavy machinery, and half
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finished buildings. It was a cold night for
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Jacksonville, the kind that made my breath fog up as I walk my
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rounds. The site was quiet as usual.
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My flashlight illuminated the darkness as I made my way
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through the equipment yard, checking that everything was in
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place. I like to keep a steady pace,
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moving from 1 checkpoint to the next.
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I was halfway through my shift when I noticed something
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strange. A section of the chain link
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fence near the back of the yard was slightly bent, as if someone
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had tried to pull it open. I walked over to inspect it.
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The damage wasn't extensive, but it was recent.
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I would have noticed it during my earlier rounds.
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A chill crept up the back of my neck, but I brushed it off.
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Probably just some kids messing around, I told myself.
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Still, I made a note to report it to my supervisor and
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continued my patrol. About an hour later, I was
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walking past the equipment yard again when I saw it.
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A figure, barely illuminated by the glow of my flashlight,
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standing near 1 of the excavators.
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Hey. I called out, my voice firm.
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This is private property, you're not supposed to be here.
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The figure didn't move. I took a step closer, shining
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the flashlight directly at him. But as soon as the beam hit, he
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darted behind the excavator, disappearing into the shadows.
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Stop right there. I shouted, my heart pounding as
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I jogged toward the spot. When I rounded the corner, there
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was no one there, but on the ground near the base of the
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machine, I found something that made my stomach flip.
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A pair of bolt cutters and a knife.
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The bolt cutters were standard enough, but the knife was
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menacing, it's blade gleamed under the flashlight, and it
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didn't look like something you'd use for casual work.
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I radioed the incident to my supervisor, who told me to keep
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an eye out and call the police if the trespasser returned, so I
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secured the tools and the equipment shed before continuing
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my rounds. The rest of the night went on
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without incident, yet the eerie sense of being watched wouldn't
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go away. After all, I hadn't seen the man
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leave the construction site. Every Creek of metal made me
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whip around, expecting to see someone standing there.
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The next night, I returned to the site, more alert than usual.
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As I walked past the same spot where I'd seen the figure, I
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scanned the shadows, my flashlight lingering on every
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corner. That's when I noticed something
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new. Footprints in the dirt leading
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away from the fence and toward the unfinished building at the
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edge of the site. I followed them cautiously, my
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hand resting on the pepper spray clipped to my belt.
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The Prince were heading towards the building's entrance, but I
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found no one. It was around 3:00 AM when I saw
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the figure again. This time, they were standing
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near the site's main office trailer.
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I didn't hesitate. Gripping my flashlight tightly.
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I approached the trailer, calling out.
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I see you step out. No response.
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When I reached the trailer, I pushed the door open only to
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find it empty. The air inside was stale, and
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the faint smell of cigarettes was unmistakable.
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Someone had been there recently. I stepped outside, scanning the
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area for any sign of movement. The trespasser was nowhere to be
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seen. Over the next few nights, things
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only got worse. Tools started going missing and
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I found more signs of someone sneaking onto the property.
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Discarded food wrappers, cigarette butts, even a
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makeshift bedroll hidden behind a stack of wooden pallets.
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But the most unsettling part was the feeling that I was being
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watched. Every time I walked past the
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equipment yard, I felt eyes on me.
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It was as if the trespasser wasn't just trying to steal.
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They were observing me, studying my routine.
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On the fifth night, I decided to set a trap.
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I placed a motion sensor near the equipment yard and
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positioned myself in a spot where I could watch without
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being seen. It was past midnight when the
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sensor went off. It's sharp beep echoed through
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the silence. I grabbed my flashlight and
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moved quickly but quietly toward the yard.
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There he was, the same figure, crouched near 1 of the
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excavators. This time I didn't call out.
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I crept closer, my flashlight off, until I was just a few feet
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away. Gotcha.
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I said, switching on the light. The figure spun around, his face
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hidden under the shadow of a hoodie.
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For a moment, we stared at each other, and I saw something in
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their eyes that made my blood run cold.
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Pure malice. Before I could react, he bolted,
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disappearing into the darkness. I called the police immediately,
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and they arrived within minutes. We searched the area, but found
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no sign of the trespasser. The only thing he left behind
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was a small, rusted key, which the officers bagged as evidence.
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My supervisor increased security measures after that, installing
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cameras and hiring an additional guard for the night shift.
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I still work as a security guard, and some nights when I'm
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alone in my current post, I catch myself scanning the
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shadows. One thing's for sure, I'll never
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underestimate the dangers of the night shift again.
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Living and working as a farmhand in Des Moines is about as
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straightforward as life can be. It's hard work, but there's
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something calming about the routine, the early mornings and
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the quiet nights under a blanket of stars.
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I've been working on the same farm for three years now, and
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I've come to know its rhythms like the back of my hand.
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At least, that's what I thought before September of last year.
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What happened that day made me question everything I thought I
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knew about this place. The sun had just set in.
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The air carried the unmistakable aroma of recently harvested
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corn. My boss had asked me to stay
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late to check on the irrigation system in the far field.
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The walk wasn't far, but under the cover of darkness, the
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cornfield took on a different character.
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The tall stalks swayed with the breeze.
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They're rustling leaves, creating an eerie backdrop to
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the otherwise still night. As I walked along the dirt path
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with my flashlight, something caught my eye.
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A shadow just on the edge of my beam moved between the rows of
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corn. At first I thought it was just a
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horse that got loose from the stall and ended up in the middle
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of the cornfield, but it didn't move like a horse.
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It moved to upright. I stopped, shining my flashlight
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around to take a better look. Probably nothing, just the light
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acting weird. I said, more to calm myself than
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anything else. But as I turned to keep walking,
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I heard it. A faint sound like someone or
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something was keeping pace with me.
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The noise followed me all the way to the irrigation pump.
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I tried to ignore it, chalking it up to animals or the wind,
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but the unease was growing. After finishing my check, I
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decided to take a closer look. I stepped off the path and into
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the field, the flashlight throwing eerie shadows around me
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as I pushed through the stalks. The sound of my boots crunching
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on the dry soil mixed with the rustling leaves, and for a
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moment, I felt like I was being swallowed by the field.
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Hello. I called out, my voice sounding
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smaller than I'd expected. Is someone there?
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No answer, just the wind and the steady rustle of the corn.
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I kept moving deeper into the field, my flashlight sweeping
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the Rose. Then I saw it.
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Something tall and dark, darting between the stalks, just out of
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reach of the light. My breath hitched and I stopped.
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Whatever it was, it wasn't an animal.
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It was too tall, too human. I backed out of the field, my
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flashlight shaking in my hand. By the time I got back to the
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main path, the rustling had stopped.
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The field was silent again, but it was a weird, heavy silence.
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I didn't stick around to find out more.
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I made my way back to the barn as quickly as I could, locking
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up for the night and heading home the next night.
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I convinced myself it had been nothing.
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A long day and my wild imagination, that's all.
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But when my boss asked me to check the far field again, I
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found myself hesitating. Everything OK?
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He asked, noticing my hesitation.
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Yeah, just tired. Armed with my flashlight and a
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little more resolve, I set out again.
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The night was eerily similar to the one before.
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The same swaying stalks, the same oppressive quiet.
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But this time, I wasn't alone for long.
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As I walked along the path, I felt it again, that nagging
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sensation of being watched. I stopped and turned, sweeping
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the flashlight across the field. That's when I saw it.
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The same shadowy figure standing motionless about 20 feet away,
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just beyond the first row of corn.
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Hey. I called, trying to sound braver
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than I felt. You're trespassing.
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This is private property. The figure didn't move.
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I took a step closer, the flashlight trained on the spot
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where it stood, but as soon as the beam touched it, the figure
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disappeared, melting into the shadows like it had never been
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there. The sightings continued over the
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next few nights, each one more unsettling than the last.
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The figure always appeared in the same general area, never
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making a sound, never coming closer.
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It felt like a game when I wasn't sure I wanted to play.
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By the 4th night, I'd had enough.
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I decided to investigate during the day, thinking maybe I'd find
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tracks or some other explanation for what I've been seeing.
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The field was quiet in the daylight, the corn standing tall
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and unassuming. But as I walked to the area
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where I'd seen the figure, I noticed something strange.
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The stalks in that section were flattened, as if someone or
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something had been standing there for a long time.
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I crouched down to inspect the ground and found footprints.
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They were human, but larger than any I'd ever seen.
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The Prince LED deeper into the field, disappearing into the
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rows of corn. That night, when my boss called,
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asking me to stay late again, I couldn't say no.
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As I walked to the field, I clutched my flashlight tightly,
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my eyes scanning every shadow. When the figure appeared this
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time, it was closer, too close. It stood just 10 feet away, it's
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outlined barely visible in the dark.
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I froze, the flashlight trembling in my hand.
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Who are you? I demanded, my voice cracking.
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What do you want? The figure didn't answer.
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Instead, without a sound, it turned and walked into the
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field, the stalks parting and swaying in its wake.
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I reported the sightings to my boss the next day, but he didn't
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seem concerned. Probably just a drifter, he said
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with a shrug. They pass through here all the
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time. But I knew it wasn't just a
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drifter. Whatever I'd seen wasn't normal.
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I haven't worked at the farm since last fall, but every time
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I drive past a cornfield, I catch myself looking through the
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rows expecting to see that shadow again.
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