User:TheStrategicStrike

When I was seven years old I use to ride my scooter up and down by road for hours a day. It was fun and it was also a time where I was much more active then I am now because of this event. It's not scary per say but however I remember the event being absolutely terrified. But as I got older It turns out it was really creepy however the implications could be considered creepy or scary.

I live in a larger town in the north west of England in Cheshire in a particularly hard neighborhood. To give you an example at the time both my parents were drug deals and in 2013 my house was shot 4 time 3 times by a shotgun and once by a pistol.

My House is basically in the center of my street my house faces towards sunrise so then you know what side of the street I live on. If you where to go left from my front garden you would see a small hill to allow people to walk across a section of road that goes in an elliptic orbit. You would have to cross the road to get to this small hill.

One day while I was riding my scooter to start the process of going around the orbit, when I encountered an old lady. She looked about 80 years old with curly grey hair wearing what looked to be an old dress from the 60s or 50s, which was white with flower petals around the tip of her dress near her feet going up her dress diagonally up to the top of her dress filling what would be a void of white of her dress with petals to the bottom of her feet. A better description would be imagining a rectangle cut in half and the right side being filled with a coulor.

I grinded to a halt using my feet which distinctively felt warm on my red laced shoes; stepped off my scooter to allow her to pass as it seemed she was struggling to walk shuffling her feet across the ground. I looked her warily because she looked out of place on my side of the town I lived in.

She was mumbling to her self and I couldn't quite hear her so I asked if She was alright.

Her eyes slowly moved towards me and she began to shout "Help me! Help me please, I need help. P-please!" This was not a shout like trying to get someone's attention this shout was like if she was about to die and she was desperately pleading for someone to save her.

I didn't know what to do so I asked "How, how do you want me to help, are you hurt, I-I can go get my parents to ring 999."

"Just please help me" She was screaming at the top of her lungs right at me as loud as she could for an 80 something lady. What scared me at the time was not being screamed at but the fact she never blinked nor her facial expression changed it stayed the same static facial expression when I first saw her however her eyes where widened like that of a person who is afraid for her life.

"just stay here. I'll go get my parents" I told her quickly grabbing my scooter and rushing back down the street. It only took about 15 seconds for me to reach my home before I was frantically knocking on my own door. I could hear my father shouting that he was here before swinging the door open to see me panting having an asthma attack before quickly talking me indoors. I sat down on the couch and told the a summary of what happened over short breaths before my father grabbed his coat and when in search to look for her just in case this women was injured and needed help. It couldn't have been more than a minute before my father when out and 3 hours before he got back.

He couldn't find her. Nobody could. She couldn't have gotten far after all she looked really old and the way she walked didn't fill me with confidence that she could run away let alone even walk at a brisk pace. My father when door to door around a 5 block radius around my house asking people if they had seen her and nobody had.

I don't know what became of her which is what scared me the most as I though I might involuntarily be responsible for her death, if she had died which from the sound of her screams I thought was a sure thing.

A few years ago I remembered the story thinking it was a nightmare before bringing it up with my parents specifically my mother. She believed I encountered a ghost but I am not so sure. It felt to real to be a ghost story and I remember it quite clearly.

From that point on I didn't really like leaving the house anymore. Not for a long time. https://www.google.co.uk/imgres?imgurl=http://i2.macclesfield-express.co.uk/incoming/article6190211.ece/ALTERNATES/s615/parkgate-road.jpg&imgrefurl=http://www.macclesfield-express.co.uk/news/local-news/police-set-up-specialist-team-6190212&h=409&w=615&tbnid=bTMTPw0qT-89yM:&docid=jtFn23GkCVyQ8M&ei=wqn4VvGGHYK7aaWtm7gG&tbm=isch&ved=0ahUKEwjx787ivOLLAhWCXRoKHaXWBmcQMwgcKAAwAA