Hey, this is Sam. This is John. Your OG OK Storytime podcast hosts. And we got some delicious, juicy

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a stranger was my daughter to scare off a creep.

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Well, Dakota, it's I'm not afraid of a scary story week on OK Storytime podcast where we're

uncovering the most bone-chilling encounters with weird neighbors and obsessive stalkers.

It's tales that will have you wondering if that friendly face next door is hiding something.

If you're new here and looking for the story, I live below a cult leader and I fear I've angered her. Just click the link in the show notes, description, or search, I'm not afraid of a scary story week. Okay, Storytime, wherever you get your podcast. Let's dive into this one. I'm currently a uni student, and on Tuesday nights, I come home pretty late. Not late enough that my parents would call the police, but just missing the regular bus times. Anyway, as luck

would have it, I managed to catch the very last bus one Tuesday night after getting to the station.

And typically it's nothing to be worried about. If you keep to yourself and stick to safe looking

people, like other uni students, mothers, or the bus driver, you'll be all right. By the way, this comes from Ditt Batman. And if you want to submit your own stories, go to the R-slash OK Storytime Suburit. I'm Sophia. I'm Dakota. I'm Carly. And O.P. says, growing up in a dangerous country and migrating to a much safer one, hasn't rid me of

those instincts.

And that night, I got all bad vibes and buzzy.

Something was off about that evening, and I didn't know what.

We get to the main stop, the shopping center, and I find out that the bus has terminated

its route.

It's done for the night.

Thanks, a whole bus driver. Well,

F, it's dark. It's late. I can't drive. My parents can't pick me up because they're at yoga,

and I'm too broke to afford a taxi, so I decide to walk home. The exercise will be good for me.

From the shopping center, it would take me a good 20 to 30 minutes to reach my house if I power walked. When you leave the shops, if you follow the road, there's a local Catholic school, a public library, a public school, and a few bus stops along the way. Near the library is a traffic intersection, the most brightly lit area of this entire road. But it's also a very small square. It's a joke, honestly.

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