I posted this story on the OG before but not sure what thread. I left off some details when i posted it before because it was too identifying but i dont really care anymore.
I had just moved into a new neighborhood and had been living in this basement suite for about three months. I was around 20 years old? It was a quiet place in a suburb an hour away from where I worked. I didn’t know a single person around there.
One night, I fell asleep in the living room. I had been sick for the past three days. I only had a TV in the living room, and I had just passed out watching it. I don’t know the exact time, but in the middle of the night, I woke up groggily. It was one of those half-awake, half-asleep moments where everything is a blur. As I blinked my eyes open, I saw someone standing over me. The image was so surreal that I immediately drifted back into sleep, convincing myself it was nothing.
But then I fully woke up a short period of time later, the memory of that figure jolted me upright. I flipped on the lights and grabbed a baton I kept nearby, I didn’t have a gun or anything at this time. I searched the entire suite, checking every closet, every corner, every possible hiding spot. The windows were locked, and so was the main door, but the door that led upstairs didn’t have a lock on it. I realized that someone could have easily come in from there.
I told myself it was just in my head. Maybe I was just too sick and delirious or it was just a dream. I needed to calm down, so I logged onto Facebook and started chatting with this girl I knew. I told her what happened, expecting some rational explanation or at least a shared sense of concern. But she casually replied, “Oh, it’s probably a spirit. They come and visit me all the time. It’s no big deal.”
Her casual attitude freaked me out even more. It was around 2 a.m. and I decided I’ll just spend the night at my mom’s. I called my mom, asking if I could come stay with her. She said okay and said she’d wait up for me.
I started packing a few things, still unsure if what I saw was real or just my imagination. As I walked towards my car, I froze. Someone had tucked a flower into the antenna of my car. That was the first moment I was like oh Fuck this is real, it’s not in my head someone was in my house.
I got into my car and started driving to my mom’s house, constantly checking my mirrors to see if someone was following me. Thankfully, no one was.
But as I was driving on the freeway about 20 minutes later, my car engine started making this loud noise. It sounded like a belt had come loose, or worse, been cut. The noise grew louder until something snapped, and my car just died. I managed to pull over to the side of the pitch-black freeway. With the last bit of battery on my phone, I called my uncle to pick me up.
I had to wait for about 45 minutes for my uncle to come and pick me up. Every few minutes, a car would pass by, and each time, I was unsure if it was the person who had messed with my car or placed that flower on it. I only had that stupid baton with me to defend myself. Should have had a gun or at least a knife.
Anyway my uncle did finally arrive it was about 4 am at this point. I gave my notice the next day and moved out immediately. To this day, I never figured out who did it—whether it was someone from upstairs, some random psycho in the neighborhood who had been watching me jog every day, or this girl’s ex who had stalked me a bit a year prior.
I learned later the area I lived in was a bit freaky. I was living in Port Coquitlam just off dominion Ave and literally every day for 3 months I jogged past Robert Picktons farm but had no idea. It was always eerily quiet at the time ( the area has since been heavily developed)… Although this was like 3-4 years after he got caught and most of his victims were hookers but still freaky.
. UFOs are seen all the time here in NEO. Walleye anglers see shit all the time. I’ve seen many videos of UFOs coming out of the lake. After that I was shook and thought the MIBs were coming to see me.
