A Bus Stop Horror Story

<p>This happened when I was 17 years old&&num;8230&semi;I would go to the gym&comma; three to four times a week and ride the bus home&period; It was a Sunday &&num;8211&semi; and I had just missed my bus&comma; so I had to wait longer for another one&period; I would&rsquo&semi;ve called my parents but they were out for the evening &&num;8211&semi; and taxis charged more&&num;8230&semi; So I decided to sit and wait in the bus shelter&period; It was a cold night and snow had just started peppering the ground&period;<&sol;p>&NewLine;<p>My bus was taking longer than usual so I got my phone out and listened to some music&period; Almost an hour had passed&&num;8230&semi; It was freezing and I hadn&rsquo&semi;t seen anyone at all&&num;8230&semi; That wasn&rsquo&semi;t until I noticed something out of the corner of my eye&&num;8230&semi; It was a creepy guy&comma; dressed in thick layers of clothing&comma; walking slowly towards me&period; I knew staring at him would draw more attention&comma; so I just focused on my phone&period;<&sol;p>&NewLine;<p>He sat down at the other end of the shelter and just stared at me&period; There was something off about him&&num;8230&semi; He seemed like he was either drunk or on drugs&period; He then asked &&num;8211&semi; « When is the bus due&quest; » I took out my earphones and said &&num;8211&semi; « I think it&rsquo&semi;s delayed because of the snow »&period; He stared at me for a while then started mumbling to himself&period; He was really starting to creep me out&comma; so I pretended to be on my phone&period;<&sol;p>&NewLine;<p>After a couple of minutes&comma; I took another look&&num;8230&semi; He&rsquo&semi;d moved closer to me&&num;8230&semi; I looked away for a second then heard the sound of him sliding even closer&period;<&sol;p>&NewLine;<p>I turned to him and said &&num;8211&semi; « You okay there&quest; » He stared at me with glossy eyes&comma; lifted his arm and leaned towards me&period; Immediately&comma; I grabbed my bag and ran as he fell to the ground&period; I ran down the road trying my hardest not to look back&period; I kept going until I got to the next bus stop&period;<&sol;p>&NewLine;<p>I turned around to check to see if he was there&&num;8230&semi; he was gone&comma; so I went to sit down&period; Feeling relieved&comma; I rested my head on the back of the glass and waited for the bus&period; &ast;knock knock knock knock&ast; I jolted&comma; and turned around to see the same guy staring at me through the glass&period;<&sol;p>&NewLine;<p>« What the hell is wrong with you »&quest;<&sol;p>&NewLine;<p>Then he started walking around the shelter towards me&period; « I&rsquo&semi;m warning you&excl; Stay&period; Back&period; » I yelled in panic as I was backing up&&num;8230&semi; I wanted to run&comma; but I left my bag in the shelter and couldn&rsquo&semi;t leave without it&period; Suddenly&comma; the man leaped at me and I quickly moved out of the away&period; He fell to the ground face first&period;<&sol;p>&NewLine;<p>I froze in shock then noticed the blood coming from his face&period; I tried to get a response out of him but nothing worked&period; I called the police and paramedics and they arrived shortly after&period; I told them what had happened&comma; and they told me that the guy was on prescription drugs&&num;8230&semi;<&sol;p>&NewLine;<p>He found a photo in his wallet of him and his son&period; The boy looked just like me so we assumed that he thought I was him&period; I later learned that he had lost his son in a custody battle and went off the rails&period; He was taken away for treatment and that was the last I saw of him&period;<&sol;p>&NewLine;<p>I got my driver&rsquo&semi;s licence shortly after and have never&comma; been on a bus since&period;<&sol;p>&NewLine;<p>&nbsp&semi;<&sol;p>&NewLine;