Animated bus stop horror story

This happened when I was 17 years old. I would go to the gym 3 to 4 times a week and ride the bus home. It was a Sunday and I had just missed my bus, so I had to wait longer for another one.

I would have called my parents, but they were out for the evening and taxis charged more. So I decided to sit and wait in the bus shelter. It was a cold night and snow had just started peppering the ground.

My bus was taking longer than usual, so I got my phone out and listen to some music. Almost an hour had passed. It was freezing and I hadn't seen anyone at all. That was until I noticed something out of the corner of my eye.

Your text will be rewritten by QuillBot. Start by typing or pasting something into this box, then touch the enter key. I knew staring at him would draw more attention, so I just focused on my phone. He sat down at the other end of the shelter and just stared at me.

There was something off about him. He seemed like he was either drunk or on drugs. What is the boss doing, he then enquired? I took out my earphones and said, I think it's delayed because of the snow. He stared at me for a while, then started mumbling to himself. He was really starting to creep me out, so I pretended to be on my phone. After a couple of minutes, I took another look. He moved closer to me.

I looked away for a second, then heard the sound of him sliding even closer. I turned to him and said, You okay there? He stared at me with glossy eyes, lifted his arm and lean towards me.

Immediately I grabbed my bag and ran as he fell to the ground. I made every effort not to turn around as I sprinted down the road . I kept going until I got to the next bus stop. I turned around to check to see if he was there.

He was gone, so I went to sit down. Feeling relieved, I rested my head on the back of the glass and waited for the bus. I jolted and turned around to see the same guy staring at me through the glass.

What the hell is wrong with you? Then he started walking around the shelter towards me. I'm warning you. Stay back. I shouted in fear as I retreated. I wanted to run, but I left my bag in the shelter and I couldn't leave without it. The man suddenly sprang at me, and I dodged his path with haste. He fell to the ground face.

First I frozen shock, then noticed the blood coming from his face. Nothing I did managed to gain a reaction from him. I called the police and paramedics and they arrived shortly after.

I told them what had happened and they told me that the guy was on prescription drugs. In his wallet, they discovered a picture of him and his son. We reasoned that since the youngster resembled me so closely, he believed I was him. I later learned that he had lost his son in a custody battle and went off the rails. He was taken away for treatment.

That was the last I saw of him. I got my driver's license shortly after and have never been on a bus since.