The Night I Encountered a Supernatural Being

One night, I was riding my bike to a friend’s house when I had one of the scariest experiences of my life. It was close to midnight as I neared a gas station and saw a man in a nice suit, whom I assumed had just left the store. I watched him walk from the parking lot and cross the street onto the bridge ahead of me. At first, he was about 50 feet away, just walking casually. But as I got closer, I started to feel like something wasn’t right.

When I got within about 20 feet, I saw him stumbling from side to side. I figured he must have gone to the gas station to get drunk, and maybe it was just starting to affect him. But as I got even closer, just five feet away, I realized something was different. The suit I thought looked nice before was actually dirty, with holes and rips. I started to think he might be homeless as I slowly followed behind him toward the bridge.

He was moving so slowly on the bridge that I had to get off my bike and walk behind him. I couldn’t ride past because there was a median on the left separating the narrow walkway from the road, and a tall metal fence on the right, with the highway below us.

So, as I walked closely behind him, he started grunting and seemed unaware I was behind him. It wasn’t until we were both near the end of the bridge that it dawned on me that something wasn’t just quite right about the situation. The grunting noises that he was making didn’t sound human. The best way I can describe it is to think of a lion’s roar, but a grunt instead of a roar. The sound was really deep and eerie, something I’d never heard before in my life.

When we reached the end of the bridge, I suddenly thought about how creepy it would be if he blocked my way. Right then, he stopped and stretched out both arms to block the path. I was only about three feet away and waited to see if he’d move. When he didn’t, I said, “Excuse me, sir,” but he didn’t respond. He just stood there, holding both sides of the bridge. Getting a bit frustrated, I grunted loudly at him to get his attention. That worked. He let go of the bridge and turned his body sideways to look at me, and what I saw next is something I’ll never forget.

He didn’t have a face. There were no eyes, nose, mouth, ears, or any features at all. Instead, his head looked like a moving blur, shifting in every direction. As he turned toward me, the grunting got even louder, which scared me even more since he didn’t have a mouth. I jumped on my bike and sped past him, only looking back from a safe distance to make sure he wasn’t following me. When I looked back, he was still standing there, motionless, staring at me.

I rode my bike as fast as I could to my friend’s house, which took about five minutes. After parking my bike, I started to go inside, but my heart nearly stopped when I heard the grunting again outside the fence. I looked at the front gate and saw it standing there, facing me like it was staring right at me. I rushed inside and told my friend what happened, but she was too scared to check. I stayed until morning because I was too afraid to leave, and I spent the whole night thinking about what happened. How did it catch up to me so fast? Did it travel with the wind? Why didn’t it come into the yard? Was it outside all night?

To this day, I still don’t know what I saw, but I’m positive it was something supernatural. A few years later, I remember watching some Japanese ghost videos on YouTube and saw one that reaffirmed it. In the video, a security camera captures a shadow slowly approaching a house before stopping by the front door. The doorbell rings twice, but no one answers, and the shadow slowly goes inside. At first, I wasn’t impressed and didn’t even notice the shadow. But when I watched it again with headphones, I caught something I missed before. After the doorbell rings, just before the shadow enters, it starts grunting. I recognized the sound right away! It was the same grunt I heard that night. If it was just a coincidence, how could a security camera in Japan record the same sound that I heard? They’re out there, and they’re real.

This story was submitted by Phanat Xiong

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