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It had been two weeks since the incident on the bridge, and I was starting to stop thinking about it and I was set to head to my grandma's for two months. Everything seemed normal, for the first three nights. On the fourth, I felt an urge to stay up way past twilight. They had me sleep in the living room, since the attic was full, and their was only two bedroom, both of which were taken up by my grandparents. They had no real curtains on the window that looked out at the front porch and their was always a light on at the side of the house. It was like a street light, just not on the street, and in the middle of nowhere really.

I heard movement on the porch, which I didn't think much of it because of the many cats they had living out there, only three cats lived inside along with the only dog, Mando is his name. The movement on the porch happened again and caught Mando's attention, he didn't like it. I walked to the door which had a window on it looking out to the porch. I saw nothing, that time. Mando was on alert for the rest of the night. It only happened once more that night as well. Just this time, it activated the motion sensor light on the porch. I went to the door again. I saw no cats on the porch, no opossum either, but their was a shadow. It had the same stature to that of the shadow I saw after my nightmare on the bridge, and of the man in the nightmare itself.

The light shutoff and the shadow was gone. Mando was barking and growling like crazy from that point on. This would happen every night for the next two months. I would never have any memorable dreams that didn't take place on the bridge. Every time was different. I would always see other people and different cars come up at night, and while that goes on, the man would speak to me about the most random of things. He would talk about living in the "In Between," is what I like to call it, and he would also speak of the many people who came by this spot. One night I couldn't stand it anymore, so I stayed up all night trying to piss off the man and trying to get Mando to be quiet. One of these worked, I bet you can guess which one.

Lights all over the yard started to flicker off and on, I felt scratches going down my back, and heard him cry and whisper that famous word "help."

The next night, nothing happened, and the next day I came back home. I haven't seen the man since, but the memories will always be there. He may not be done with me yet, but it is taking him a while to appear again, and I am afraid that he won't succeed. This is what caused me to no longer be scared of them anymore, There are still some stories I have to tell where I am terrified, but in the present, no longer will I fear them, I will either welcome them or stand up to them.

Other parts:

https://www.reddit.com/r/Ghoststories/comments/akrh8g/a_shadow_from_hell/

https://www.reddit.com/r/Ghoststories/comments/aonm9g/the_devils_church/

https://www.reddit.com/r/Ghoststories/comments/ar0zdg/the_banshee_in_the_woods/

https://www.reddit.com/r/Ghoststories/comments/atmlvm/the_cry_on_the_bridge_1/