The Bus Stop Just Opposite of My House

My name is Daniel. I'm 22 years of age and my story is yet to be told. I'm trying to write it down so you can read what I've been through.

When I first turned 18, I got myself a car with all the money that I had saved up from my past birthdays. The car was nothing special but it got me where I needed to go, with sometimes minor issues. I applied for a job at a factory which I really regreted doing after my first day. My weekly payout was terrible, my boss was a terrible Japanase man who didn't speak a single word of English, and my colleagues were all snitches. This factory that I used to work for had camera's everywhere. Their excuse was that the camera's were there because they would have something to show the police if there would ever be a break in. Yeah right... They were using those camera's to monitor our every move. After working there for what seemed like centuries, I finally got the money to rent a house in a shady neigborhood in Los Angeles. Anything would be better than living with my abusive relatives. I only came out at daytime because when nighttime would fall upon us, all of the "thugs" pretty much came out to do their thing, such like drug deals, bothering innocent people, sometimes even shootings. I'd always go to bed early so I didn't have to listen to the conversations they would be having or the echo of police sirens in the distance. These "thugs" did bother me when I would sometimes be on my way back home from the supermarket on some evenings. They would threaten me, call me white trash, telling me to get out of "their neighborhood", the list goes on and on. There always was an elderly woman standing in the bus stop just oposite of my house. She told me not to worry about these people. I found her kind of... unnerving. She always told me "I'll be there soon." I ignored her most of the time due to the fact she was creepy. This house I rented had some pretty weird things to it. Eventually when I would wake up some things would not be in their original place where I had put them, things dissappearing, and yet again the list goes on and on. I would always think it would have been someone breaking into my home but that would have been ridiculous as there never really were signs of a break in. I remember waking one night to the sound of water coming from my bathroom faucet. I got out of bed, checked every corner of the house and I would not find a single sign as to how this could have happened, not one single sign. Things started to take a turn for the worse as the week progressed.

I remember always locking my front and back door as well as the windows, which would be common sense to most of you. I'd always close every single door in the house. Then again finding some of them open the next morning. I never really believed in the paranormal though so I did not blame the "scary" ghosts. I was pretty shocked as to how this kind of activity could occur. I asked the owner of this house if he ever experienced some crazy stuff like this. Of course he did not give me a proper answer and just tried to comfort me by telling me it's probably my mind playing tricks on me and that I would sometimes forget to close a door before I would go to bed. Short after he labeled me as a "crazy individual". The owner of this house never was nice to me.

Strange dissappearances of my items kept occuring so I decided I should get some camera's. Of course I did not have the money for a fancy, expensive surveillance camera service. (Like the ones you see in Paranormal Activity). I was stupid enough to spend money on things that I did not need, as the money could've been better used for at least a few cheap camera's. But these "things that I did not need" luckily had camera's. I'm talking about my iPhone, iPod, and iPad. So my plan was to make these devices record overnight while they would be plugged into their chargers so they would not run out of battery life. As night approached, I grabbed these devices and would put them in the spots where most of my items would keep on dissappearing. My iPad in the kitchen, my iPod in the living room to see how my items could "vanish", and my iPhone in the hallway to see what would keep opening my doors. The option to place my camera's where I wanted were limited due to the fact I only had 3 of 'em.

I finally hit the big red dot on all of the screens to get them to record. I had a little struggle with placing them correctly to get a full view of every room. But after a while, I got them all in a proper position, except for my iPad. I went to bed maybe a few minutes after I made my devices start recording. I was lying in my bed maybe 5 minutes untill I heard a door opening downstairs. I was scared and excited at the same time considering I finally had some footage to see what or who has been doing this as of late. Short after I heard a door opening downstairs, I heard something fall and shatter onto the floor. My heart was racing. Short after I fell asleep. The next morning I woke up to go and check on my devices to see if they were still recording. They all were still recording, good. But one thing caught my eye whilst I was picking them up. My iPad was lying with the screen aiming down at the floor. I picked up my iPad and I shrook it off just by telling myself it probably fell down considering it was in a bad position. The screen was fine, it was still recording. I tapped the button to make it stop. I captured 8 hours of footage on all devices.

After extracting every clip to my computer, I started reviewing them. And I saw something I did not want to see. Coming from the door that led into my garage, was the creepy elderly woman who has always been standing in the bus stop just oposite of my house. I noticed my clock was on 10:25 PM. She proceeded to go and sit on my sofa. Talking some kind of gibberish to herself, pretty loudly. I was surprised I've never woken up to to this. After sitting on the couch for 2 long hours, she stood up and started making her way over to the kitchen. She noticed my iPad recording her. She approached the device and stared creepily into the camera lens. Looking into the lens for 5 minutes she knocked over a glass AND my iPad. Luckily she did not notice my iPod recording her walking into the living room again and back into the garage. After that she no longer came out of the garage. I was in total shock and I did not even dare to set foot in my garage.

I immediately moved out of this house. I now knew how my items had been dissappearing and how my doors kept opening. I live with my girlfriend now. And I only just realised she said "I'll be there soon.".