Raj's Encounter with the Blue-Eyed Man
This happened back in high school during the downtime. I was walking back home from the academy, listening to some music. Ahead of me, I noticed a black cat just standing in the middle of the walkway. It had blue eyes and a white spot around its left eye. It looked too clean to be a slapdash, yet it didn’t have a collar.
I ultimately started walking down when I heard the cat meowing loudly, nearly aggressively. Feeling unsettled, I walked briskly, figuring it was just starving. As I kept walking, I was struck with a veritably uneasy feeling. I took out my earbuds and looked around. That’s when I saw a man, altitudinous and skinny, with shaggy hair and wearing a black fosse fleece. His facial features were obscured by the heavy snow.
Suddenly, I heard heavy steps approaching snappily. I turned around and saw the man sprinting towards me. Afraid, I started running. He caught up to me snappily and seized my shoulder. When I looked back, I noticed his deep blue eyes and a white spot around his left eye, just like the cat’s. His expression was blank, his eyes gaping at me without emotion. I managed to escape his grasp and run home.
I don’t believe in fabulous brutes, but the parallels were uncanny. To this day, I believe what I saw wasn’t a normal human.
Amogh's Night at the Mosque
My name is Smog. I was thirteen when this happened to me. It was October, during my Dussehra leaves. Our village is located in a veritably pastoral part of India, girdled by nature. One evening, my uncle asked me to get milk and curd from a nearby shop. My youngish family and I cycled to the shop and got the particulars.
As we were cycling back, I heard a namaz being called. It was around 9 PM, much later than the usual evening prayers. Curiosity got the better of me, and I asked my family to accompany me to the synagogue. Outside, we saw a cacodemonic pentagram and people with their eyes overcharged out and bodies hanging upside down. A woman saw us and screamed in a disturbing voice, “ My sons, come then! ”
We rushed out of the synagogue and cycled home as fast as we could. When I told my uncle, he was petrified. He explained that a lady had lately failed after her sons had failed. That night still haunts me, and I no way went back to that vill.
Jiro's Night Shift Terror
Hi, my name is Jinro Anthony, and I work as a client care specialized representative in the Philippines. I had been working night shifts from 8 PM to 5 AM. One night in October, we were participating in ghost stories as Halloween approached. One of the stories was about a lady in white who appeared on the top floor of our structure from 300 to 315 AM.
On November 3rd, all my teammates had filed for early leave, but I stayed to do overtime. As I worked alone, I suddenly felt a bite. I looked up and saw a pale womanish figure in a white dress standing on the far north side of the product bottom, looking out the window. Flashing back the story, I stayed silent, not wanting her to notice me.
After many twinkles, she dissolved. That night, I finished my shift with a heavy heart, the image of the lady in white burned into my memory. It was the creepiest thing that ever happened to me, and I couldn’t shake off the feeling of dread.
Each story has its creepy charm and is a great addition to your collection of supernatural hassles.