The Biker

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Story type: Ghost
Location: Street I live on
Source: Form Submission
Date submitted: Fri Oct 23 18:57:38 2009

It started at school. I was in the seventh grade. It was late October, and ghosts came up as the subject in the conversation with my friends during P.E. We told some stories back and forth, and some legends of Candyman, Bloody Mary, etc. So after I went home, I told my friend some of the stories and legends. Then she got the idea to look up Bloody Mary experience stories. So she sat on my bed and listened as I read aloud some stories from witnesses of Bloody Mary.

Then around 9:00 PM, her mother called and told her to come home. "Can you walk me home?" She asked me. I said okay, and as I was walking out the door my mom said to be home by 9:30. So we changed the plan to we would both go to her house. We're neighbors, except there's a house between us.

We went outside, and nobody was there. Typical, considering it was dark and cold outside. I'm neurotic when I'm outside in the dark, so I was repeatedly looking behind me. The third time I looked, There was this man in the middle of the road. It was a long road, and in order to get where he was he would've had to go fast considering I just looked behind us.

So there was this totally black figure of a man, riding a bike under the streetlight. The bike was completely black, no reflectors or anything. I could see him pedaling, and the bike was coming closer really slowly. The biker cast no shadow, even though he was right under a light source. The bike wasn't making a sound as he rode over the concrete. When I saw him, I turned back around. "Oh my god." I whispered. This caused my friend to look behind her.

She only looked for a second, then started screaming and running toward her house. I followed in the same manner. In a matter of seconds we were both inside her front door, hearts pounding from fright. We weren't inside for 30 seconds, when she said, "I want to see it again." Then she walked out her front door and stood in the front yard. She looked both ways, then said, "He's gone." I follwered her out, and sure eneough, the streets were empty again.

After standing there in confusion for a few seconds, we went into her kitchen to talk about it. We both agreed we saw the figure of a man on a bike, no cast shadow, silence, slow movement, and no light shining on him, although he was under the streetlight. Neither of us know what we saw that night.

The next morning, as I was getting ready for school, I went to take a shower only to discover my shampoo was missing. I asked my mom and my brothers, and they all said they never touched it. I borrowed my mom's shampoo and took my shower. A few minutes later, I was at the bus stop. I ran up to my neighbor and said, "Oh my god! This morning my shampoo dissapeared!" When I said this, she said, "Oh, that's really weird! Last night I went to take a shower, and my conditioner was gone!" By the time I got home from school, I went into my bathroom and my shampoo was sitting where I always keep it, although it wasn't there that morning.