User:Melancholy-cp

This happened to me a couple weeks ago, and I cant get it off my mind , the only other person that knows about this is my friend and lord behold he's as dumbfounded as I am, reading other people's encounters with the unknown has really given me the courage to finally go ahead and get this off my chest before the paranoia eats me alive. Hell maybe even someone on here can explain to me what the hell I saw.

It'd been May at the time, after begging my parents countless of times they finally agreed to let me have a sleepover with my best friend Jose , we basically just spent the day doing normal kid's stuff, playing videogames, riding our bikes and eating a shitload of Pizza Pockets. After we finished eating, Jose suggested that we go ride our bikes a second time, we still had a couple minutes left before the sun set and god forbid I try and ask my mom tomorrow if I could spend a couple more minutes at his house. We agreed and headed of, we spun around on our bikes for some time, trying to see which of us could go the fastest without getting dizzy and falling off the bike. Their weren't a lot of cars driving at the time so there wasn't really any type of danger if one of us actually did manage to fall. We promptly got bored of it and instead we started to race each other, we'd start  at a certain point and then take off as fast as we could, we were both laughing our asses off , yelling witty-remarks at each other before taking off. It wasn't long till I realized how far we had gotten from his house, we were both still laughing , giggling at the smallest of things. But in the back of my mind I knew how much of a bad idea this was, the hair's on the back of my neck stood up and I could feel an immense amount of anxiety fill my chest making my heart pound faster than it should. I looked around and saw that Jose was turning and going on to a different street , as an instinct I followed him, it seemed like he knew were he was going plus I didn't want to be made fun of for getting lost while riding a damn bike. A couple minutes passed and I was already getting tired from all the pedaling, the back of my shirt was drenched in sweat , luckily I noticed Jose's bike slowing down , signaling me to slow down aswell. I finally caught a good glance at were he was actually heading, the city's junkyard. Why the hell would he want to go here? , he had never once mentioned this place before, neither was he the type of person that would visit this sort of place frequently , but I digress. We both got off our bikes and like a lost puppy I followed him without a second thought, oblivious to what his intensions were with the place. Nevertheless we both entered, their weren't any gates surrounding the place only short fences covered in bard wire , I asked Jose why the hell did we come here and he told me that he and his dad would visit this place on a regular basis , they would both go digging in the piles of trash looking for anything of value,his dad apparently was A-Okay with Jose going here by himself since he was usually the one to find things with actual usefulness, another man's trash is a another mans treasure, I guess?. I ignored him for a while seeing as all he was doing was poking around at trash, and decided to go on my own little "adventure" ,the place smelled odd, not awful, gross or disgusting just. . . odd. I couldn't really put my finger on it, the closest thing I could compare it to was sweat and vomit , I just figured that the body odor was coming from me and that there was probably some used baby blankets that were covered in dried up puke that'd I'd accidently come in contact with. The stench was starting to be way too much for me to handle, I could hardly keep my eyes open because of how fast they were watering up , I heard a noise and I immeadetly turned my head to the direction the sound came from, I saw a figure hunched down, swaying side to side like it was in some sort of trance, I finally realized were the smell was coming from , with every step the figure took the smell would get greater and greater. My breath hitched, it was getting harder for me to keep a breathing pattern, the figure got close enough were I could see it in the moon light that only illuminated so much. It wore a pink jumper that was drenched in vomit and grim with dirt. My eyes gazed up so I could catch a glimpse at the figures face, but instead I saw a mask, a deformed pigs mask, the part of the mask were the pigs mouth was supposed to be was horribly stretched out and had vomit dripping out of it, both the eyeholes were in the mask pitch black , it gives me shivers just thinking about the damn thing. I glanced down and I noticed it was holding a shovel, my stomach dropped when I saw an odd brownish-red substance stuck onto it. Before the figure could come any closer my brain snapped back to reality and I turned the other way, I almost ended up loosing my balance because of the sudden rush of adrenaline. I ran, I ran as fast as I could , yelling at Jose to get his ass out of here. He realized how utterly terrified I was and followed me, we both got on our bikes and cycled our way back to his house.

I asked Jose multiple times if he or his dad had ever seen the figure before, everytime I did he'd just respond with the same answer "no". Unfortunately my parents found out about me and Jose arriving at his house so late at night, lucky for me they didn't ask why, I wasn't planning on retelling what happened , I don't want to remember what I saw, neither do I want to think of what could've happened to me If hadnt ran away.