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Okay guys, before I begin, I gotta give you a fair warning. This story is absolutely true unfortunately. It is also very long. It goes back to my childhood, but it wasn’t as terrifying until very recently. Now I am completely lost in fear. I am an adult man, logical and intelligent (or I’d like to believe so) sitting in my bed, scared shitless right now, goosebumps all over my body and tears of horror in my eyes. I ask for your help in explaining this fucking horrifying thing. Caution: you’ll notice that I curse quite a bit.

I want you to know that what you read from now on is the situation perceived by my mind. I like to think that I am a very rational person and I haven’t been able to explain these occurrences in any natural way.

Since my mom got a new job, she started making new friends. It is common in our country that friends come to each other’s houses for a cup of coffee, cake, gossip and whatnot. Few weeks into her new job, my mom made friends with this woman, Rose. She would come maybe twice a week and they’d sit around the coffee table on our balcony and just talk. One day, when I was 17, I was at the balcony with them. I’m not sure why I was there, but knowing me, I probably ran out of internet hours (back in a day we bought internet monthly per hour in my country) and was bored as fuck. So we’re sitting there, they’re gossiping about who knows what, and mom gets up to go get some cake she had baked recently. I remained sitting at the table with Rose and that’s when my life changed forever. Rose was a good looking woman. She was about 5’6”, skinny, long black hair, pearly white teeth. Attractive woman overall. So anyways, I am sitting there with her, and she turns to me. She has this creepy grin on her face; bright red lipstick with bright white teeth underneath are just making it look more scary. Her head is moving slowly, almost as if she became a puppet. She says something in the lowest tone possible, certainly not loud enough for me to understand. “Excuse me?” I say, still not being scared, just a bit weirded out.

“You ready to go now?” She said this in a voice of a child, I kid you not. Like maybe an 8 year old girl.

Grin is still there. She mustered those words through her teeth, never opening the jaw.

“What?” I ask, starting to get scared.

“You ready?” The same thing again. Only this time, she pulls out an orange out of her purse. That’s it, she just took the orange out, and held it there. Didn’t offer it, didn’t eat it herself, just held the fucking thing.

At that point, I was getting scared as fuck. Thankfully, my mom came with the cake. Rose, almost as if someone pushed a button on a remote control, switched back to her normal self, putting the orange back into her purse without my mom noticing. I left the balcony creeped out, but I was 17 so I brushed it off quickly.

That night, I had trouble sleeping. My room is on the first floor and my window is at a maybe 5’ height, so I kept looking at it praying not to see some scary monster. I would turn in my bed constantly and look at the window maybe every 5 minutes. It was getting late and I started to doze off, but decided to look into the window one last time. And there she fucking was. Standing in the fucking window. Rose. Just standing, looking directly at me (moonlight was bright enough for me to see), with the same grin on her face. Lipstick was red as ever, and teeth were whither than ever. I was paralyzed with fear. I often imagined what I’d do in situations like these, and I always had an escape plan for any hypothetical I threw at myself. But now, when this friend of my mother’s was staring at me through my window at 4am, just smiling, I was motionless. My mouth got dry, I got goosebumps (have them now as I type this), and I swear it became freezing in my room, probably just the way the body reacts to shock. I finally gathered the courage to get up. I started walking towards the door. Hear head was turning with me. Slowly. With the grin still there. Again, it was as if she were a puppet. I wanted to scream for my parents, but knowing how tense they are, I decided not to cause panic just yet. There had to be some rational explanation, right? For fuck knows what reason, I decided to walk to the window and ask her what the fuck her problem was. I made two slow steps towards it and froze. I froze because she moved. You know what her movement was? Taking the orange out of her purse. Does anyone know what the record time is for having goosebumps? Because they sure as shit aren’t going away. Anyways, after being terrified for a minute, I decide to go on. I am a big guy and figured I’d be able to fight her off if push comes to shove. My windows pull up in order to open. I pull it open maybe some 10 inches and stop. She’s not moving, just holding the fucking orange and looking at me with the scariest grin you’ll ever see. I stand there. She stands there. Then, she starts bending. But every move she makes is so slow, so mechanical. She’s bending so she can reach the open part of the window. I’m horrified. She pushes her head through it (just enough space for her head to go through).

“You go with me now?” As she’s saying that, in her 8 year old voice, her hand is making its way through the crack, holding an orange. What do I to? What you’d do. Fucking run. I run out of my room, screaming for my dad. My dad being a light sleeper, he jumps out of his bed and screams back at me asking what the hell is going on. All I can muster to say is “Rose…window.” While dad is putting his pants on, I run back to my room, wanting Rose to be there so he can see that I am not crazy. You know how in horror movies the person you saw is gone by the time witnesses come? Yea well similar thing happened, except I caught Rose leaving. There is a house some 100 yards away from mine, and it had one of those motion activated lights (lots of crime back home). I saw the light turn on, and a glimpse of Rose disappearing behind that house. By the time dad ran into my room, she was gone. After much talking, he decided that it was just a nightmare and told me to call him only if someone physically comes into my room. “You and your fucking imagination” he said walking away. Needless to say, I got exactly zero hours of sleep that night.

Nothing happened in the next few months. Rose would still come to visit my mom, but I’d make sure I wasn’t there. Fuck that. As in every teenager’s life, so many things were happening around me and I forgot about the Rose incident. Then one day, I was spending my afternoon browsing internet (years before Reddit unfortunately). I got pretty hungry so as any spoiled child, I yelled from my room to see if my mom would come. She didn’t. Oh well tough luck, I have to go to the kitchen and make myself a sandwich. Kitchen in our house is connected to the living room, but you can’t see the living room until you’re at least in the middle of the kitchen. So I open the kitchen and walk in. I freeze. There it is, right there on the kitchen table. An orange. Immediate thought of that creepy night. Rose is here. I am still motionless in my spot. Few seconds later, I realize how stupid I am for relating a common piece of fruit to a crazy window stalker. So I walk towards the table, wanting to put the orange back in the fruit cabinet. I grab the thing and hear the voice behind me: “You will have to come with me soon, you know.” Child’s voice. It’s Rose. I produce some kind of noise resembling scared pig about to get slaughtered. Lightning fast, I turn around and there she is, standing in the middle of the living room. Just standing there, same grin on her face, same lipstick on her lips, teeth white as ever. Only she started tilting her head to the left a bit, in slow motion. I remember it as if it happened yesterday: her long black hair falling down her shoulders, white summer dress, bright red shoes to match her lipstick. I forgot to mention that she was very pale. Even in the summer, she seemed to not be friends with the sun. This added to creepiness. There’s this woman who already scared the shit out of me once, standing alone in the middle of my living room, pale as a ghost, bright red lipstick and shoes, tilting her head to the side, speaking in child’s voice. And then, and fucking then, she takes an orange out of her purse. Takes it out slowly, and looks at me, as if she wants me to have it. Just as my self-defense mode is about to take over and I either run away or tackle the crazy bitch, my mom walks in. I know it didn’t happen, but it seemed like my mom brought the light into the room. I released a breath of relief. Rose, of course, went back to her “normal” self. They were about to go for a walk and my mom was getting ready in her room while she was pulling her grudge shit on me.

Since my parents wouldn’t believe anything I was saying about her, I wasn’t sure what to do. Only thing I could do at that age is nothing, I suppose. But I swore I’d punch that woman should she ever come close to me again.

A year or so had passed without any incidents and I was getting ready to go to the United States to study in college. Since I was going to play basketball there, I had to prepare for it. I spent summer away from home, working out in a training camp in a town about 40 miles from my city. During the last night of the camp, the last incident happened. My roommate had left the camp the day before and I had the room to myself. I was very excited about going to America in few days and had trouble sleeping. My room had a beautiful balcony (I was on the third floor of a hotel). Since it was warm, I decided to sit in the chair on the balcony for a while. I walked out, sat down, and immediately regretted it.

“It is really time to come now.”

I nearly shit myself. I mean, it’s been a while since I last heard that voice, but something like that stays with you forever. I turned my head to the right, and Rose was standing on the fence of a balcony of the room next to mine. Mind you, not standing on the balcony, or sitting at the table, but standing on the fence. How she was balancing I don’t know. Balcony was at least 50 feet from the ground. And she was holding the orange. Fucking orange. Only this time, orange seemed to have been somewhat rotten, not nearly as bright as the first three times. I was scared that she would attempt to jump over to my balcony, as there was only few feet distance between them. I was also scared she’d die in attempt to do so and I’d be blamed somehow. I had no idea what the fuck was going on.

“It really is time, you know.” She said it in that child like voice, never opening her jaw, her teeth forever clenched together, and lipstick the color of fresh blood. She seemed even paler this time, and her head was tilted to the left even more. She wore red shoes.

“What the fuck do you want from me?” I screamed in desperation, angry that this woman is causing me so much distress, but also hoping that someone would hear me and come witness this crazy bitch’s harassment.

“I only want you to go where you belong.” She said that, and again, never opened her teeth. She only sprang her hand more towards me, almost offering me that semi rotten orange.

“Fuck you, you crazy bitch.” I opened the door of my room, and as I was walking in, I heard: “You will come.”

I slammed the door, deciding this woman was schizophrenic. I would’ve probably flipped out more, but I was leaving the continent in few days, at which point I was safe. Wrong.

I know I have a wall of fucking text but this is the shortest version of these creepy events. I came to the US, and have been here for 7 years now. I forgot about the incidents and went on with my life. Only time I ever thought about Rose was when talking to my mom who said that since I left, her friendship with the crazy bitch fell apart. I was glad. Last 7 years were the best of my life. I got bachelor’s and master’s degrees, I got a wonderful girlfriend, you know, life’s good, man. But then. But fucking then. I am a big technology geek, and I love Apple (don’t shoot me down for this please). So, it was Last Friday, September 21st, the release of iPhone 5. I am in front of the store with about 50 other people. I am maybe 15th in line. It’s raining. It’s cold. I’ve been there for about 4 hours now. Doors finally open. We start moving in slowly. I look across the street and instantly stop. People run into my back, I can hear complaining. But it’s all bouncing off of me. Across the street, I see a woman in a white dress, head tilted, holding something orange-ish. Grin on her face. Lipstick so bright red, I can see it from across the street. I can’t move. Someone from far in the back pushes, causing me to fall. While I gather myself, I see the woman disappearing behind the corner. I remain sitting on the ground. It was Rose. It was her, I swear. I sit there for few minutes, get myself together, and walk in the store. No phones left. I decide to walk across the street. And there it was. At the place where she was standing now only sits a mushed, terribly rotten orange. That’s it. Just a rotten orange. I started crying. All memories came back. I thought that my whole life would constitute of being stalked by some maniac. And how did she find me anyways? I spent next few hours in a nearby coffee shop, drinking tea and reasoning how this could be logically possible. I kept no secret from my friends and family about my whereabouts. Did she stalk my Facebook? My friends? Did she travel here to harm me? What the fuck is her deal? Answering no questions I asked myself, I went home, deciding to keep it all to myself. My girlfriend noticed something was wrong with me for the next few days, but didn’t push it. I figured it was all a fluke, my mind playing tricks because I was up all night before that morning. Plus, it was raining. How could I see that well? And that orange, well that was just a coincidence. I convinced myself that I was just making it all up.

So today, a letter came. I get a lot of mail, so it’s not that out of the ordinary. But there was this envelope with no return address. I opened it and was immediately shocked. I was holding a Polaroid picture. In it, there was me, standing in line in front of the store last Friday. Only the picture was taken by a person behind me. It was taken at the moment I was looking across the street. I can tell because I could see the horror on my face. On the back of the photo, there were few words written with a black pen:

“you come with me, NOW.”

I dropped the picture and started crying like a baby. Like really crying my ass off. My girlfriend found me in our room, curled up on bed, still crying. She was terrified that maybe someone close to us had died, as she’s never seen me let a single tear before. I had to tell her. I started telling her the story, leaving most details out, so I can get to the point quicker. As I was talking, she was getting more and more pale. She never said a word. I finished my story and she was pale as ghost, not moving. Then she asked. She asked a fucking question that honestly caused me to almost faint. She said: “This woman, did she happen, to… um, hold an orange?” I froze, she started crying like I’ve never seen her cry before.

We had a long talk that night, and her story would require another wall of text. Honestly, I am fucking tired from typing this much and am pretty sure nobody will be willing to read this much. I am also lost. Terrified. Confused. But if someone does read this, I’ll write the rest. I’ll write in hope that someone can offer a solution, and an answer maybe. Currently, we are both scared as fuck, not knowing what to do next. Police is an option, but what do we tell them? I don’t know man, I am fucking scared for mine and her well being. Help me.

Update: Well guys, shit. Don’t know what to tell you. It happened again today. Except I didn’t see her. Let me give you a quick rundown of events:

  • 9:00 am – I go to the local police station with my girlfriend. We tell them all that we know and show them the Polaroid. Although quite friendly, they say they really can’t do much other than maybe file a restraining order against the person who probably (their words) isn’t even in the country. They think I mistook her for someone else and the picture, well they said it was probably a prank. They did take the photo and open a file about it, just in case it escalates. It did.
  • 1:00 pm – We arrived in town where I saw her. Went to the location, there was nothing there. Don’t know what the hell I expected anyways. We stayed there for a while.
  • 6:30 pm – Arriving home. Front door of the house is open, but this is not uncommon as we live with 5 other roommates. We go upstairs to our room. Our room is open. That is unheard of as we always make sure we lock it. And our landlord is the only other person who has the key. I yell asking if someone is there, no response. Also, no roommates are in the house, it seems. We walk in. We freeze. Our room is decently small, constitutes of two queen size beds put together and a little dresser and that’s about it. So what did we see? Pillows are all on our dresser. Towels on the bed.Our sheet is taken off the bed and put on the floor. It is spread out. In the center of it is an orange cut in two halves with a little peel next to it. My laptop is facing the door and is playing the same song on repeat. My laptop was turned off before I left and was also password protected. The song playing is my favorite from childhood, “Africa” by Toto. My desktop background was changed to one picture from my childhood that I didn’t even have in the computer.
  • 7:00 pm – We call the police, they arrive 15 minutes later. I take about 5 pics of the mess just before they come. They say they’ll start an investigation, but claim that it’s still not “serious enough” for fingerprints and stuff.
  • 8:30 pm – They leave and tell us to call should anything happen again, and also advise us to stay with friends if possible.

We spent next few hours just talking, man. Trying to figure it out. We’re exhausted both mentally and physically. I am going to Skype with my mom tomorrow and see if she knows anything. I will type up my gf’s story tonight, but may post it in the morning if I don’t finish it all in time. I will include photos I took, I promise you that much.

Holy fuck, this shit is happening to me.

Credit To – Milos Bogetic

NOTE: This is the first in a series of several popular Reddit posts documenting some seriously creepy experiences. We are publishing them here with express permission of Milos Bogetic aka inaaace, the original poster. The story is in multiple parts, and will be published completely over the next few days – much like what I did with the ‘Bedtime’ series earlier this year. After the stories have all gone up, I’ll edit each post with links to the other parts.

The OP has finished the book that he promised during his successful kickstarter project.

You can find the paperback and Kindle e-book versions here: The Story of Her Holding an Orange by Milos Bogetic  – full disclosure: our referral link is included.

I know that this will not be new material for all of you, but for those of you who – like myself – don’t use Reddit, I wanted to post it so that you guys could enjoy it as much as I did after having it brought to my attention. Thanks again to Milos for letting me post it, and enjoy!

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  • lollipop_gestapo

    This was incredibly frightening and my heart is breaking for this couple. I really hope the next few stories provide a resolution. I’m just terribly sorry this all happened. No one should be taunted and made afraid like this.

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    • Josh

      It’s just a story.

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      • Professor

        A story about a “big technology geek” who wanted to buy an iPhone 5, but was too dumb to buy a video camera or a voice recorder to collect evidence for the cops.
        I don’t know what details we will get from the next parts of the story, but as far as this part goes, the protagonist seems to be dealing with a professional ventriloquist who found herself a nice target for trolling. Serves him well for not figuring to make a photo of her with all the chances he had. “Big technology geek”, yeah right.

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        • Username or no username, there is no nameuser

          You do realize fear makes people forget the most obvious solutions? its a simple fact

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        • Raine

          When you panic or you’re very afraid you don’t think straight. Try being scared stupid, it happens.

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        • Ish Cierra

          No way! You’re picture is Sae! I’m surprised people (besides me) have actually heard of Fatal Frame.

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        • http://reddit.com Gear Death

          Well when ever they say technology they always dont know anything about it but yeah He was scared AT THE TIME.

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        • Advick

          What if he tried? It’s obvious that the woman would just act normal… I mean seriously… Not that I entirely believe everything I read… But be more critical instead of being so quick to insult something you barely know anything about….

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        • http://y8.com XXXXXXXXXXX

          you too

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      • Death23

        Nope it’s a real story

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        • Someone

          Sure it is.

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      • Pepper

        BASED OFF OF A TRUE STORY

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        • President PineTree

          That’s just propaganda. C’mon dude

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      • ryan favre

        yeah watch rose come after you

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      • Elijah

        no its not

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      • Anonymous

        NO ATT DET TOP ITS SAYS ITS A REAL STORY

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      • The UnKnown

        dude “its just a story” until it happens to u or some1 u know

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    • http://IDK IDK

      Dude this Story was so freaking scary i think i may just may have craped my pants a little. :D Dude love the creepy storys you r doing a great job.

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      • http://yahoo.com rainbow moustache

        dude, he’s not trying to be scary, he’s trying to be serious!

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      • Anonymous

        dude this was extremely creepy keep up the amaizing work

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    • http://y8.com XXXXXXXXXXX

      you too

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    • Anonymous

      I actually looked up some information about this and heres what I found orange is symbolic by the cathloc church as a sighn of supernatural manifestation so this makes me think that the Catholic church has seen signs of this before. The lady could be just a person you know such as rose who is representing either a your subconcious or b you have not had 10 hours of sleep within a 36 hour period this makes me believe its your friend rose but your hallucinating. Although u may not have know what orange represented maybe your previous ancestors did and like regular actions we learn on our own such as breathing you were aware without being told. This could have jhst been a coincidence with ur girlfriend but this is just logic u might want to talk to a doctor or a priest only if it comes to that. Bothr not allowed to release any Iinfo given to them by you so u should be sAFE

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      • xXxXx

        I’m scared as hell, I’m never going to eat an orange again.

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  • http://blogofrages.blogspot.com madafaka

    Buy a gun. If that thing is real, it’ll help

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    • Anonymous

      I’m pretty sure a gun is real

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      • lalz

        no shit xD

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      • Anonymous

        Anon was talking about the girl.

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      • Luka

        lmao

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    • Anonymouse

      I will help you take out that crazy bitch all ya need is a shotty and some cameras around your house prefferable wireless and hide them and review footage

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      • Advick

        It’s illegal to hide cameras in the United States….

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        • I have a small dick

          no it’s not.

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        • Richard

          should be legal so long as it’s your property. and even if there are local restrictions, just make sure you hide them well enough and it won’t be an issue.

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    • Anon

      If it’s paranormal, it probably won’t help.

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    • cant think of a name

      It is real I have a guy chasing after me trying to give me an apple.

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      • http://www.deweydeweydewbah.deviantart.com deweydeweydewbah

        Edward? Yeah..fucking sparkly vampires.

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      • scaredofan_owl09

        Could you post some experiences? I’d live to hear

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        • Anonymous

          i’d die to hear it..

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        • sharon needles

          i’d come back to life to hear it…

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        • http://creepypasta Greenskull

          u liar thats all fake i bet

          FAKE!

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      • Anonymous

        Is it a mexicanonthe corner of broadwayand 16th? Yathat guyspersistant in what hesells

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      • Dweller of the Sea of Tears

        I’ve got a blue haired chick with a leek.

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        • Len Kagamine

          You mean Miku? She’s always stalking me

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    • Professor

      Guns are meant for self-defense. I don’t think the cops would qualify the orange as a weapon threatening his life. Shoot her – go to jail. And this would indeed be a great story to tell cellmates.

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      • Anonymous

        Shoot her then steal hydrochloride acid from a school / collage and buy in large blue plastic container with a recycle sign at the button put the body in drench it in the acid in the process of waiting for the bitch to dissolve dig a deep hole and pour her liquid ass down it and seal it

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        • Anonymous

          You do realize that hydrochloric acid would eat through the plastic, right?

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        • Anonymous

          i think youve been watching too much breaking bad

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        • Richard

          Whoa, so a stalker with an orange is a high enough threat level to justify murdering someone, stealing restricted chemicals, and destroying evidence? If you could get away with doing all that and pull it off, you may be better a qualified serial killer than orange lady.

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    • Raine

      Problem is you can only use a gun in a situation where your life is in danger. You or someone else would have to be under attack or the other person would need to have a weapon and threatening your life. Otherwise, you’re the one who’s in deep shit. If he shot Rose and she had nothing but some rotten orange, she’d walk free and he’d be the one in trouble. Stupid I know, but that’s how it works in stalker situations.

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      • Anonymous

        Actually, she would be dead, not walking free.

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  • Purple Frog

    Damn, this is either a very freaky occurrence or one hella an author O_O’ It really digs into that sensitive childish side that we all have leftover from our youth, really effective. Ouch.

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  • Kilty

    I am throwing all my oranges out…

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    • Koolz

      But who was orange?!?!?

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  • Adze

    (Comment posted before the rest of the chapters were submitted)

    Total cliffhanger and an addictive storyline, can’t wait for more pasta!

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  • Sharvi

    oh gosh! this is one hell of a scary incident..I really want to know what happens next.

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    • http://Tbnjdbxudbd Why do I need a name

      The woman probably just wants a friend just ask her it might turn out the situation wasn’t bad at all lol

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  • https://www.facebook.com/GhastlyTalesPresents Michael Whitehouse

    Really happy that Milos submitted to the site, Derpbutt. I spoke to him a while ago and said that I thought his stories would be a great success here. They are all incredibly frightening and this one is the story which really kicked things off for him.

    He has a number of stand alone tales and a few series, all of which will give you sleepless nights. I can’t recommend them highly enough.

    The ‘Orange’ series works because like the most effective horror stories it takes a fairly mundane image, layers it with a sinister undertone, and then brings it into the world of a child (in this case the main character starts off as a teenager, a time which can be confusing enough without the uncanny manipulating you). A world which should be safe and cosy, but is invaded by something unearthly, unusual, and unthinkable.

    Anyway, I’m blabbering. The site will only benefit from having his stories here, and I envy those who are reading them for the first time.

    One last thing, there were a few posts where people seemed angry about my stories being posted regularly over a few weeks, even to the point where any positive comments were being voted down. As Milos’ stories are about to be posted in a similar way, I’d like to ask whoever was doing that to not do so here. As a fan of the site I love to read the great pieces of work which people contribute here, and when we have writers like Milos and Stephan D. Harris submitting regularly, it only helps add to the already wonderful collection of horrific tales which are here. I would hate to see anyone put off from adding their stories because a small group of rate down everything they post.

    There’s no such thing as a ‘blocker’. What makes Creepypasta.com such a wonderful place for a horror fan is that it has such a strong editorial process, one which is in very good hands. Most similar sites end up with great stories often getting buried under a plethora of submissions which get lost in the noise.

    That doesn’t happen here. We should just be happy as readers that there are great writers like Milos submitting their work for us to enjoy.

    Anyway, I have to go, dying of the man flu. Hope everyone is good and I hope you all vote up Milos’ stories as they are wonderful :)

    ~ Mike

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    • Anoonymoose

      tl;dr

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      • Raine

        ts;dr

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  • CJ

    So your stealing stories from /nosleep now. its disappointing.

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    • http://www.creepypasta.com derpbutt

      You really couldn’t be bothered to read the note, huh?

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      • Len Kagamine

        nice picture of the clown from takakanonuma greenland

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  • Gabriela

    I’m never trusting any woman with bright red lipstick again.

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    • Purple Frog

      You never do anyway… they’re always the DANGEROUS ones… xD

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      • ApocalypseArisen

        Rude!

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        • crimson smile

          before you judge a red lips, let me explain you a thing.

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    • The PerformingDetective

      Hey! I wear red lipstick. The creepy smile on the other hand… that is a good reason not to trust someone.

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      • Amber

        Lol, obviously wearing whatever color of lipstick doesn’t matter. It’s kind of a joke because red is considered a “stand-out”, “rebellious” or “sexy” color.

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  • http://www.facebook.com/inaaace inaaace

    Hey everyone, just wanted to say it is my honor to be featured on Creepypasta. Thank you all,

    inaaace

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    • Janelians

      Hey, is this REALLY, REALLY, REALLY true? Or just a clever way to get lots of readers? If this IS true then.. Wow. I don’t know what I’d do with my life. Haha

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  • http://crappypasta.com the cake

    i don’t believe short stories posted on short story web sites should have multiple parts. especially when the admin randomly posts a single story every day. its a good story, but if you want to write a book, write a book. I’m not here to read a book, I’m here to read short stories of monetary interest.

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  • http://crappypasta.com the cake

    *momentary

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  • Anonymous

    Meh. Could’ve been proofread at least once to fix countless typos and verb tense changes. As is, regardless of future parts, 4/10 at best.

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    • PAPUCHA

      I think that the typos and bad grammar add to the story. he’s made it clear that he’s foreign- he even said that he’s leaving his country to study in America. My guess is that he’s Serbian, because he swears a lot and plays basketball. I can just imagine him with the accent :D
      Seeing the author’s name at the end almost confirms that he’s Serbian!! (please don’t take this as an insult, I’m talking from experience, I’m serbian too!)

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  • Anonymous

    Seriously creepy as fuck.. I started to cry a bit after explaining whey you saw and read off that picture

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    • Anonymous

      Shiiit, I honestly started tearing up a bit too… Not really sure why. No story has done that to me before. I sympathize with the main character in a big way. Loving this series already

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  • Ann

    Some creepy stuff! I can’t wait to read the rest of them! Hopefully they both find a resolution to their problem….

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  • thatgirl

    Damn, two really good pastas in one day. Excellent, addictive story line. I feel so sorry for this couple. I really hope they find some answers.

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  • Tyr

    Good one. But “Rose” reminds me to Rose from Two and a half men. ^^

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    • Len Kagamine

      there’s a girl named Rose who used to live where I live now. She was killed in a bus accident and she still haunts my house XP

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    • Anonymous

      I think of Rose from Doctor Who when I hear “Rose” mentioned.

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    • The PerformingDetective

      I watch Doctor Who too, and I love Rose, but when reading these stories, I still think of Rose from Two and a Half Men, probably because both are creepy stalkers with long, dark hair.

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  • tee

    I’d heard of this story from a friend, so glad I can read it finally. Milos is an amazing story teller <3

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  • Charlie

    I see this is a reference to Two and a Half Men

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  • Kristin

    This is very interesting! I hope you guys find the help you need! Where can I find part two?

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  • Anonymous

    wow just wow

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  • alana

    My diet is going to be orange free for a while now.

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  • THEN WHO WAS….nevermind o.O

    Seriously real shit..i have one orange sitting on my kitchen counter (from Walmart..so I’m not terribly worried) but this is good creepy stuff and can’t wait to read further!

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  • reddevil

    WOW….really freaked the shit out of me.Awesome pasta & never gonna buy oranges from a lady :-P

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    • xXxXx

      BUY an orange? I’m never gonna eat one ..

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  • KaosMaster

    even after burning out my mind devouring pasta after pasta, this story proves that there is always room for much more.

    i especialy like the realistic tone. not many authors can achieve such a sense of reality as this one can.

    of course, if this is a real occurance (im a little bit naive), then i would like to express my sympathies to those under siege.

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