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Me and my friends had a bash at Dave's house. We had a LAN party and each everyone of us brought our laptops together. While in the middle of the party, I noticed someone I've never seen before nor I'm familiar with. It seems to be sitting on a stool in the corner of the room. We are actually in a huge guest room that had never been used. This mysterious man looks older than us at around the age of 35 or older and he has no laptop or any gadget. I knew the invited ones are our friends from high-school only and some had their mutual friends over I'm a little familiar with. At that point, I thought it was Dave's Dad. A couple of matches later, I stood up on the couch to take a pee break. My eye caught a glimpse of that man once again. I looked at him, he was watching at everyone like he has more than ten eyes. As he noticed me look at him, he looked back right into my soul. I froze for no more than two seconds staring at each other. I immediately looked away then head towards the exit of the room. When I left the room few steps away, I felt the chills roll down my spine that almost made me piss myself as if something is wrong. I rushed into the bathroom upstairs, locked the door, and pissed. Before I would turn the knob over, I figured that the man wasn't Dave's dad. His dad has a balding hair and a goatee compared to that mysterious man; has a fine brown hair and has no facial hair. And lastly, I was so stupid to not notice the man's behaviour was unsimilar like his dad. I texted Dave about this pretending to take a dump. I waited for few minutes and then I finally got his response:
Dave: What? Where? My parents aren't home.
His words made me swallow fear as I shake in terror. I replied back describing the man's appearance as best as I could. Just seconds later, I got his response:
Dave: I asked everybody about that guy. They said nobody was sitting in the corner you're talking about.
I was paralysed with fear; still sitting on the toilet. I went paranoid as hell thinking if I'm sick in the head or not. As my mind is making up things about all this crazy shit, I heard a loud bang downstairs.. a really loud bang that sounds like a gun. I figured it is indeed a gun.. several gunshots were fired. While listening to the gun being fired, and my friends screaming, I didn't know what to do. Sitting on the toilet like a moron, waiting for all of my friends to die. Right when silence occurs, I dialed 911 in my phone and it seems too late for that. I stayed on the line with the operator for a minute. I then heard heavy footsteps coming upstairs.. it sounded like more than one people. I assume it was the mysterious man with his 'friends'. I hear banging sounds again.. this time it was closer but it wasn't a gun. While they were banging each of the doors, I hear one of them said "I know you're in one of these rooms you prick!". As few minutes passed, the two doors were broken down and the next one is the bathroom. And now, they're banging it. I thought my life was going to last for seconds. I accepted, and embraced my death upon hearing each of the bang on the door where my life depends on the weakening door. A few more bangs then the door would broke. Unfortunately, for them, I heard the cops' siren getting closer and closer. The banging had stopped then they flied away. The mysterious man and the other two were caught. And my friends, they survived, but the other one sadly died.
Note - this story is fictional inspired by stories from reddit.
This is written by the same person who posted this story here :D
Story by Figs