User:A Happy Scare

The Ghost Rider


Hello, my name is Danny, I’m a little paranoid about anyone braking in to my house, this is why. The scariest thing about my story is that it’s too true, I will try and write down my worst nightmare even though it was 6 years ago, here it is:



I work for a taxi company in the suburbs of town. Downtown is usually too busy so I like to stay on the outskirts. I was driving at night, the time was 2:30 AM. I was about to go home but one rider called me up so I left the McDonalds I was eating at for a snack and drove to the location. I picked him up from the airport and took him to a hotel/casino on the west side. He told me that he had been in town before and he said he didn’t like this part of town.

“Why?” I asked

“Well long story short there was a man who just kept following me in his car. He didn’t stop till I jumped out of my car with my .38 Pistol, after that he just drove away into the city”

“Did you report him to the police”

“Well I didn’t really think of it dangerous until…”

“Until what”

“U-until he b-broke into my a-apartment” He was shaking, his face was a ghostly shade of white.

“Well how did you know it was him?” I asked

“It was the same truck, same license plate… I-I think I should be going now”



I said bye and drove away and signed off the “Available Drivers” list. I was about halfway to my house. Even though I had logged off, the app still shows the other drivers who are on. A whole bunch were piled in the city and a few were on the suburbs. Then all of a sudden a car logged on… right behind me! All the cars shown are black as default and you couldn’t change the color of it but this one was… red… a blood-like red. I looked behind me, there was no car there. I stopped for a sec and looked in the rear-view mirror, double-checking, still no car. I looked at the monitor, the car had stopped. I drove, the car drove, I stopped, the car stopped. I know it sounds cliché but I thought it was a bug in the app. I drove, and slammed on my brakes, I nearly hit a woman who was walking. I got out of the car and immediately apologized. I kept driving… but still the car was following then I heard it, the hair-rising scream. I stupidly turned back to see a… c-car a red car and the same woman I saw walking slumped on the ground, the man was dragging her into the back of his car. I figured the the car hit her and I saw a masked man get out of the car, armed. I floored it out of there but I was able to get a few quick glances. I’m a pretty big guy 6’ 2” 220 pounds I played tight end in high-school, but this guy was huge around 6’ 6” 270. A few minutes later I was home. I looked back and checked my app there was no red car. I should’ve told you earlier but I live in a quiet, peaceful, neighborhood, a few houses for lease.



I laid back on the driver’s seat recalling what the fuck just happened. A few minutes later I entered the house.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:14px;line-height:normal;font-family:Times;">I told my wife what happened, and that they should get some sleep. I called a fellow friend, we would go hunting together in Colorado, he had a gun and was a pretty good shot (even though I hoped we wouldn’t have to use our guns). He arrived a few minutes later and reported the same car was slowly driving our way. I grabbed my Remington 85 Sniper Rifle and he had a shotgun and his Rottweiler. We sat at the door waiting for any sort of knock or life outside. A few minutes later we heard rustling outside! We took the safety off and I slowly opened the door! Don’t worry it was just a cat, we closed the door and a few minutes later I heard something else… a ride being requested on my phone! I was logged off though, plus it was from right outside the door! I feared I new who it was. I told my friend, (who’s name I should’ve told you earlier is John) to open the door slightly outside was the woman I had almost hit. Thinking it was just her I apologized and closed the door, but as I closed it I noticed something funny… she was still… too still I later realized that she was dead, and she was being sort of propped up on a sandbag.

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:14px;line-height:normal;font-family:Times;">“Hey Danny you better get your gun ready” Outside that fucked up psycho was getting out of his car. I raised my rifle and he just looked at me, with a smile, as you could guess it wasn’t a smile of pleasure… It was… well a smile a fucked up psycho would give. We stood awkwardly for a few minutes, then he got in his car and drove away.

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<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:14px;line-height:normal;font-family:Times;">I thanked John and for his time and told him to go home and get some rest,

<p style="margin-top:0px;margin-bottom:0px;font-size:14px;line-height:normal;font-family:Times;">I couldn’t sleep, it was 4:15 AM. Then I heard a rustling from the closet. I opened the closet to see something disturbing, a sleeping bag, a water bottle and a half eaten sandwich. And the same man in the car. I remember screaming like a girl, I grabbed my rifle, and told my wife to call the police. The man took a run for it he leaped out, punching me in the ribs and tried to jump out the window, but right before he jumped I shot him in the leg. He flew out the window and landed on the ground hard with a thud and a cracking noise. The cops arrived a few minutes later, they took him to jail. He died later in a prison hospital of natural causes. The cops told me that he had been sleeping in the closet for 4 months. But something disturbed me more than anything else… there was an old crawlspace in my house, there was an air duct there that led to the closet, I always heard strange noises in there and thought it was just the A/C kicking on and off but now I realized it was that creep. The thought of someone in my house for 4 months, the thought of someone watching me in my sleep, just feels… it’s hard too explain. So maybe you will understand a little better why people call me paranoid.