“The creepy man”

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic


A friend of mine recently had a bad expirence at work and wanted his story to get out. 
 
My friend works at a local park in the recreation department. He was helping a crew out in the woods at one of the local parks in mentor Ohio, we were putting up slackLines for the kids to have an obstacle course at the park for there fun this summer. 
However I think it’s a bad idea because I think one of the kids are going to slip or get hurt but nobody likes to think that way so no one is saying anything about that. 
Anyhow my friend had just ran out of some straps that he needed and he ran back towards the garage to pick some up. The garage was a good 100 feet away from the crew as well as away from the woods. My friend got to the garage and opened the door up and grabbed a few straps when he turned around  a man was standing between him and the exit of the garage. “Hey man.” My friend said. “Hi” the man said as he continued to stare. 
He said nothing else he just stood there staring. “Can I help you with anything?” My friend asked. “You can.” The man said still staring. *my friend got chills and really didn’t want to do anything for this guy because he had another job that needed done.* “what is it?” I asked. “The bathroom...” what about the bathroom? I asked the man. “It’s fiflthy come I’ll show you.” *there was no way I was going anywhere with this guy especially into a bathroom that is small and locks. 
I’m not getting into this situation so I lied to the man.* “I will take your word for it and tell one of the maintenance workers to clean it.” “It needs attention Now.” The man said. I slowly started to walk out and pretend I was following him. When I got out of the garage and closer towards the woods I booked it I ran as fast as I could. I turned around I wish I hadn’t. The man was clinching a fist at me he had a knife in his hand. His intentions were clear he wanted to hurt me or worse Kill me. 
I’m thankful I didn’t go into that bathroom with him.


Submitted: May 05, 2021

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tom mcmullen

Good decision nick!

Wed, May 5th, 2021 7:54am

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