Scary Peeping Tom Experience

I've been reading a lot of stories about creepers on Reddit lately.  Always as I'm reading experiences I've had pop into my head and I want to share them.  I don't really want to set up an account with Reddit, so I decided that I would share my stories here.

One of the scariest creeper type stories I have is when I had a peeping tom.  I was 22 years old and living in an apartment with a friend from high school, Emily.  Emily and I had lost touch after high school and we just happened to run into each other at a time that both of us were in need of a place to live and a roommate.  So, we found and an apartment and became roomies.  Our apartment was on ground level and at the end of the apartment complex.  Directly in front of our apartment there was a row of storage units, blocking our view of the parking lot and whatever else there was to see.  So, the pathway to our front door was hidden behind this building.  That made me a little nervous, but I'm scared of everything, so I just dealt with it.  Anyway, I really liked where I was living and it was fun to get reacquainted with my friend Emily.  She had changed a lot since high school.  In high school, she was a good church going girl.  The new Emily didn't go to church and she worked at Hooters.  She was always trying to get me to get a job at Hooters with her.  She said that I would for sure get a lot of tips because my boobs are so big.  Anyway, that's beside the point.  I just thought it was funny.  I never felt good about myself.  I didn't think I was pretty or attractive at all, so it was weird to me that Emily (this pretty, skinny blond girl) thought that I was in the same league as her.

Okay, back to the story.  I never felt comfortable being there alone.  I always had this creepy feeling like I was being watched.  Since I felt that way so often, I thought it must be my imagination, so I did my best to ignore that feeling.

One night, Roger (my boyfriend at the time - now my husband) and I were in my bedroom.  We were sitting on the bed talking.  While we were talking, I looked over at the window.  The blinds were closed, but there was one part of the blinds that was broken off.  My eye was drawn towards that spot of the window.  I stared at it for a minute, then I realized that I was seeing eyes, staring in at me through the broken blinds.  My first thought was, "What one of my friends is playing a trick on me?"  So, I pointed to the window and said, "Who is that?" I was racking my brain trying to think of what friend was outside trying to scare me.  When Roger looked and saw the eyes, he new instantly that it was bad news.  He jump up, very angrily, went to the window, and threw open the blinds!  He was pretty angry, yelling and swearing as he went.  The guy jumped up!  Roger started yelling and swearing at him through the window.  Then the guy took off running and Roger went racing out after him.

I was left sitting there almost in shock.  I had thought it was a friend teasing me and it totally freaked me out that it was actually something bad.  It was hard for my brain to process.  I was extremely upset sitting there thinking about all of the times that I felt like I was being watched and realizing all of those times that I actually was being watched.  I felt horrified at all that he had seen.  Roger came back in a little while later.  He hadn't been able to catch the guy.  I can't remember if we called the police or not.  The next day, Emily talked to the apartment managers and they promised to up the security in our area.

About a week later, after a date with Roger, I was coming home around 1:30am.  Normally Roger would drive, so he would walk me to the door then head home, but this night, I had driven.  That meant I would have to walk to the door alone.  I was really nervous about doing that, so I called Emily to see if she was awake and ask if she would meet me in the parking lot, so I wouldn't have to walk in by myself.  She wasn't a big scaredy cat like I was.  Luckily, she was awake.  She had just gotten home and she still had some stuff in her car that she needed to bring in.  So, she met me out in the parking lot and I helped her carry her stuff in.  As we were walking in, some guy rode past us on a bike.  He came right toward us and stared at us as he passed.  We thought that was weird, because it was almost 2:00 in the morning and a weird time to be out riding your bike.  We wondered if he was the peeping tom.

We hurried inside and I helped Emily put her things away.  While we were doing that, There was a knock at the door.  It was 2:00 in the morning at this point and we weren't expecting anybody.  I was really freaked out.  I told Emily not to answer, but she wanted to.  She locked the lock at the top of the door that allows you to open the door a little, but keeps it from opening all the way.  She peeked out and didn't see anybody.  So, she opened it all the way to get a better look.  Nobody was there.  She came back in and locked the door.  We tried to brush it off by saying things like, "Maybe it was someone who got the wrong apartment and when they realized the hurried off because they were embarrassed."  Deep down, neither of us really believed it.  We both felt really scared.  We were nervous to go to bed.  I wanted Emily to sleep in the living room with me, so we didn't have to go off to our rooms alone.  Emily, had a really nice bed and din't want to sleep in the living room.  She wanted me to sleep in her room with her, but I felt to weird about that.  So, we decided to just go to our own rooms and go to bed.

As I was in the bathroom getting ready for bed, I had that creepy feeling that I was being watched again.  I really hoped I was wrong and that it was just my imagination.  I finished getting ready and went into my room.  I had a whole routine that I did, where I checked under the bed, on the side of the bed, and in my closet before I locked the door and ran and jumped onto my bed.  I was just funny like that.  I still am.  Haha.  Anyway, I jumped onto my bed, climbed under the covers and took one more look around before laying down.  I looked over at the window and was horrified to see the eyes staring at me through the broken blinds!  This time I was alone and I knew that it was a bad guy out there.  I freaked out!  I jumped out of bed and ran to my bedroom door, yelling, "Emily!  Emily!  He's back!  Emily! Emily! Emily!"  I was so scared and was shaking so bad that I couldn't get my hands to unlock the bedroom door.  So, I was struggling with the lock and trying desperately to get out of the room.  All the while, yelling in a panic for Emily to help me!  She was on the other side of the door now, screaming also as she tried to help me open the door.  I just kept imagining him, breaking through the window and attacking me or something horrible like that!  I finally got the door unlocked and ran out of my room.  

We hugged each other and raced into the living room screaming and crying.  We were both shaking so bad as we grabbed the phone and found a place to hide.  We sat huddled together, squished between the wall and the side of the couch, as Emily called for help.  They told us to stay put and that the police were on their way.  We sat there, talking about how scary this was and wondering who else we could call to come and save us.  I had left my cell phone out in my car and I didn't have any phone numbers memorized, so I couldn't call anybody I knew.  Emily, was also without her cell phone, but she knew the number for some of her family members.  She was fighting with them at this time, so she didn't want to call any of them.

Suddenly, in the middle of our conversation, it was like somebody flipped a switch in Emily's brain.  We were huddled together talking about how scared we were, when all of the sudden, she jumped up.  She no longer looked afraid.  She was angry!  She jumped up and exclaimed, "This isn't right!  We shouldn't be stuck hiding like this!  It's not fair!  Just because we're blond... and we're pretty.... and we have big boobs!"  I was shocked.  I didn't know what to say or how to react.  I was kind of scared at what Emily was going to do.  Emily looked at me and said, "We shouldn't be hiding.  I bet that little piece of *&%^#5 is still out there!"  Then she did the unthinkable!  She started at one end of the room and started flinging the blinds open one by one as she continued with her angry speech saying, "He probably is getting a kick out of watching us all scared and huddling in the corner!"  Right as she finished saying that, she flung open another blind and, sure enough, he was standing there, staring at us!  She stared right back, then started yelling and screaming at him through the window about what a piece of *&^#$ he is and how she was going to get him.

Then, she took off running out the door to go and get him!  I was still huddling in the corner, terrified at what was happening.  I didn't know what to do.  I thought Emily had gone crazy and I was so scared of that guy, I didn't know if I could save her from him.  I stood up, thinking that I needed to save her, but I was almost too scared to move.  I stood there, kind of frozen, in the middle of the living room, in between the couch and the door, trying to figure out what to do.  Then Emily came back in.  She was shaking really bad and she was dragging a bike behind her.  She exclaimed, "I got his bike!"  We dragged his bike in and locked the door again.  She said that it was the guy we saw on the bike.  When she ran out there, he just stood there staring at her.  Then when he saw the look in her eyes, he decided to run.  But he had to run toward her  a little to get to his bike.  She saw that he was running toward his bike and decided to run and grab it before him.  She grabbed it first and just glared at him.  He turned around and took off running.

Shortly after Emily came back in with his bike, the police came.  We gave them his bike and did our best to describe what he looked like.  Then the police officer, walked me to my car so I could get my cell phone.  All the while, lecturing me about what  bad idea it is to leave your phone in your car.  I called Roger and told him what had happened.  He came to stay the rest of the night with us, so we could get some sleep.

My Favorite Memory of My Dad

My dad worked so hard to provide for us and he gave us such a wonderful life.  Because he worked so hard, my mom was able to be at home and take care of us and we had a wonderful childhood.  I have many fond memories of my dad.  Especially from my teenage years.  Some of my favorites are:  

------The times that we sat out on the porch with my mom and dad and listened to them reminisce about their childhoods.  They both lived in the same neighborhood that I grew up in.  It was fun to hear them talk and fun to be where they were when these things had happened years before.  I loved hearing about how they started dating and about how when my dad asked my mom to marry him, she thought he was taking her out on a drive to break up with her.  Another funny was how My dad's father would make a loud sound (I think it was a whistle - but I can't remember at the moment) when it was time for his kids to come home.  Everybody in the neighborhood knew that it was time for the Bone children to go home when they heard that sound.  Also, how my mom and her siblings all have "onnie" in their name, so when her parents would yell for one of them, they would all come running, because they weren't sure what name they had said.  Their names are Connie, Bonnie, Lonnie, Johnny, Donnie, and Ronnie (I'm not sure of the spelling).

------We went on a lot of fun vacations together.  Every year we went to Montana and Disneyland.  In my teenage years, we went on a lot more adventures.  We went on a big trip in the 5th wheel, where we went to Montana, Washington, Oregon, and South Dakota.  I also remember a fun hiking trip we took in the Moab area.  On the way home from that trip, we pulled over to use the bathroom and eat some lunch in the 5th wheel.  While we were at the table eating, we all of the sudden noticed all of the cars had started driving in reverse and were backing up behind us.  We went out to see what was happening.  A large truck filled with something flammable had gotten into a crash and all the people were trying to get away in case it exploded.  We were stuck where we were parked.  The truck didn't explode and even though we were only an hour away from home, it took us over 3 hours to get home after that.  We had to be rerouted to get past the accident.  

------ I loved every Christmas.  My dad gave us amazing Christmas'.  Every Christmas was my favorite.  I have such fond memories of sitting in the Family room with my family.  We'd have all the lights out in the house except for the Christmas tree lights.  We would hear the story of Jesus' birth and we would spend time talking and sharing memories and experiences from our favorite Christmas.  I loved that time sooo much!  I can't remember if this is when dad told us about the year his family got an over sized Christmas tree and put it in their front window.  They cut the top of the tree off and put it on the roof of the house, so it looked like the tree was going through the roof.

------One of my favorite memories of my dad happened when I was going to Dixie College.  My parents had moved and were living in Harrisburg, near St.George.  I was visiting with them and my dad wanted to go on a bike ride.  My dad and I were going to go on a bike ride together.  I was so excited, because I don't usually get daddy daughter time, with just me.  That's what made this so special.  I think we rode our bikes to Silver Reef to some old mines.  We could see Red Cliffs from where we were on our bikes and we wondered if instead of turning around and riding back the way we came, we could just head to Redcliffs and get home faster that way.  I love adventuring, so I thought that sounded like fun.  I don't remember all of the details of our trip, but I remember getting in an area where we couldn't ride our bikes anymore.  We were hiking through thick brush and carrying our bikes with us.  There was even a stream we had to cross at one point.  Dad felt so bad for taking me through all of that.  He was so worried about how I was doing.  He kept asking if I was okay and apologizing.  I kept telling him I was okay and to stop feeling bad.  I love that kind of adventuring!  I love adventures like that that leave you with a story to tell afterward.  I was just so excited to be spending time with my dad, doing something I enjoyed.  We eventually made it to the road we were trying to get to and road back home safely.  When we got home, we had an exciting story to tell about our adventure.  I wish I could remember more of the details of our adventure, so I could share that with you now.  The thing I remember is how happy I was to be out adventuring with my dad!  Thank you for that fun memory dad.  

Thank you for all that you have given me.  You have always worked so hard to take care of us all and I am eternally grateful for all that you have done for me.  I can definitely say that I have had a wonderful life because of you. Thank you for being such a great man.  I love you. 

Here's a picture of my dad holding a fish and my younger sister Kristy.

Good Times with Jenny and Janae

I love going through my old videos! I did so many embarrassing things and recorded so many of them. The first two videos I have are of me, Jenny, and Janae. We were bored and this is how we decided to entertain ourselves. I loved playing with the camcorder so much. I remember when anybody would ask, "What should we do?", I would usually answer, "Let's make a movie!"

In this first video, Jenny is just sitting in a parking lot just video taping whatever. Janae (an unsuspecting shopper) is headed to her car, when trouble strikes!

In this next video, Jenny gets hit by a car!

Jenny, Janae, Missy, Sara (Kristy's friend), and I went on a vacation to Montana the summer of 1999. We made a lot of videos on that trip. I will post more of those later. This is the first video we took on our vacation. We stopped in Idaho Falls to use the bathroom. Janae is recording this. She wants evryone to believe that we are in Hawaii. Good Times!!!

This video is especially funny and embarrassing! When ever something happened that was video worthy, but no video camera was present to record it, I felt the need to act it out, that way the story or funny happening will always be remembered. I have plenty of videos of me telling about something funny or crazy that happened when the camera was not rolling. Usually the video is taken right after it happens, but not always.

this is me telling and acting out how my college roomate, Alicia, threw a major fit when her bike was stolen. It's funny because she was a very dramatic person and acted this way a lot.

When I was 9

I had to make this the lowest quality in order to get it small enough to go on my blog. This is a video of me when I was 9 yrs old. This was taken on June 6, 1988.

A Scary Story

I was reading my cousin Kesha's blog and it reminded me of a scary story. This story didn't happen to me, it just scared me when I heard it. This happened to my cousin Jamie. She is living with my Grandma in Montana. I can't remember if this happened last summer or the summer before that. A few nights before we got there she had a crazy experience. Someone had recommended a scary movie for her to watch. Jamie watched the movie in her room, before she went to bed. Jamie's room is downstairs and grandma sleeps upstairs. Grandma has a hard time going down stairs so she does not go down there very often. All the lights were turned off when Jamie went in her room to watch the movie. I don't know the name of the movie and I have never seen the movie. Jamie told me that in the movie there is a spot on the wall. The people clean the spot off the wall and the spot keeps coming back and it gets bigger. So, after the movie ends, Jamie needs to go upstairs and get ready for bed. There is a guest room, right across from Jamie's room. The door sits open all the time. When Jamie came out of her room, the door was partially closed and the lamp was on in the room. It was a touch lamp. she was really freaked out. She hurried upstairs and got ready for bed. She did not go in the room to turn off the light. She was too afraid. She just went to bed. I can't remember if the light was off in the morning or if she turned it off in the morning. Anyways, so in the morning she was sitting at the table eating breakfast with Grandma, when Grandma says, "I had the strangest dream last night." Then she went on to tell Jamie about her dream. In her dream there was a spot on the wall. She cleaned the spot off the wall and the spot came back. So she cleaned it again and it came back again! she kept cleaning the spot and it kept coming back. Scary, Huh!?! Jamie also said that there was a part in the movie were some kids make a face or something like that. On Sunday when Jamie went to church, she was teaching her primary class. She was turned around writing on the chalk board, when she turned back around, the kids in her class were making the same face that the kid in the movie made.

So that's the story. I thought it was so creepy when I heard it. I'm creeped out right now, just retelling it.

I just wanted to post something

Here is a scrapbooking page that I made of the disapearing cake. I really want to write some more of my memories. I'm just not feeling well right now and I don't know when I'll get around to it. I just wanted to post something. I've got a lot of scapbooking I want to do. I also made this page today. This is baby Jenny (me!) and older sister, Shelley.

Bloody Finger

I don't have pictures to go with this story so I am sorry. This story was on my mind because I told it to some friends at work the other day. I don't want to forget any of these funny memories that I have so I will try and write them as often as I can.

This happened after my parents had moved to St. George. I was living in the house with Linda, her kids, Shelley, her husband John, and their kids. Shelley and John lived down stairs and Linda lived in the other house (next to the family room). Let me tell you a few things you will need to know before I start this story. My ex brother-in-law, John, had some mental issues. His mental age was much younger than his physical age. John was a smoker. He wore darker colored clothes with chains hanging off of them. So he looked scary and he smelled yucky from the smoking. Another thing is that in our kitchen there were two sinks. One on the counter and another on the island in the middle of the kitchen. The one on the island had a drinking fountain on it and that is why it was placed there.

My cousins, the Gulls, were in town from St. George for something and they were staying at my house. I had a lot of friends over and my cousins had just arrived. We were all gathered around the island, in the kitchen, talking when John came upstairs and into the kitchen. As soon as he walked in, the feeling in the room became very uncomfortable and everybody quieted down. I said, "Hi John" and he said, "Hi" in return. We all started talking again, trying to ignore the uncomfortable feeling in the room. John walked over to the counter that was in the island. He said,"I cut myself" as he turned on the water in the sink. I looked over and saw that his finger was bleeding. He held his finger out and stuck it under the running water in the sink. Then, without warning, he lifted his finger out of the water and shook it! The room was suddenly silent and all eyes were looking at John, in disgust. John seemed to be completely oblivious to everybody standing around watching him. Little blood splatters landed all over on the counter and in the sink. John put his bloody finger back under the running water in the sink and a few seconds later, took it out and shook it again. Then he did it all again. So, a total of three times he took his bloody finger out of the water and shook it. There were blood splatters everywhere. After he shook his bloody finger one last time, he used his hand (with the bloody finger!) to turn off the water at the sink and left blood on the handle. Then he walked over to the refrigerator, dripping blood on the floor as he walked. He used his bloody finger hand to open the refrigerator and get a plate of food out. He set the plate of food on the counter and grabbed the rest of the items he needed to eat his meal. Then he picked up his plate and started to walk toward the stairs. Everyone seemed to be relieved that he was leaving. But, before he left the kitchen he paused and set his plate down. Then he walked behind everybody sitting on the stools at the kitchen island. None of the people sitting on the stools dared to turn their heads and look at him. He stopped behind my friend, Jenny Springman, and used his bloody finger to poke her in the back and say, "You're Gertrude!". Then he picked up his plate and went downstairs. Everybody in the room was in shock! They couldn't believe what they had just seen. Jenny of course was freaking out and asking everyone to tell her if there was blood on her shirt.

After he was downstairs, I apologized to everybody and cleaned up the mess. It was the craziest thing ever. I know it was disgusting, but it was so shocking and the look on every body's faces were so funny. I laugh so hard every time I tell this story.

I know John poking Jenny in the back and calling her "Gertrude" seems a little random, but it was not. That was how John teases. He always would come up to Jenny and me, poke us, and call us "Gertrude". He would also say things like, "I saw you outside last night when everybody was asleep. You did a flip off of the roof." Or if you were making some food, he would poke you and say, "Are you going to put anchovies on that? oh...no...uh...you were probably going to put peanut butter and anchovies.......you like to eat peanut butter and achovies....uh......you like to eat peanut butter and anchovy sandwiches......I saw you eat that before........uh.......you ate a peanut butter and anchovy sandwich after you did a triple flip off the roof last night." He would poke us a few times while he was saying all of that. Then he would laugh and walk out of the room.