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The Story of Her Holding an Orange: Part Two

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This story is part 2 of 6 in the The Story of Her Holding an Orange series.

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Before you read my girlfriend’s side of the story, you may want to read my first post that also contains last night’s unfortunate update. Here is the update copy/pasted:

Okay guys, I realize I am a bit late with my girlfriend’s story, but when you read my latest update, you’ll see that I was quite consumed with what was happening to us. Nothing happened since the incident last night. Police called to check in with us this morning; they still have no clue what is going on really.

So her story… Let me begin by telling you a bit about us. As I said before, I was born in Bosnia, moved to a nearby country in Balkans where I grew up. I came to the US over 6 years ago. My girlfriend was born in India, grew up in Kenya until she was 3, when she moved to Canada. I met her little over a year ago, and we’ve been together since.

So, my girl, let’s call her Lila, did have few encounters with Rose. First one that she remembers was on the plane. She was a flight attendant for Air Canada for several years. One day, about 6 years ago, she was flying her regular flight, but she can’t remember what destination it was. It lasted maybe two hours. Once they took off and seat-belt signs went away, she got up to serve complimentary drinks. Halfway through her section, she met Rose. She didn’t know it at the time, of course. She said that something was terribly off about the woman; she had this creepy grin on her face, was really pale and kept staring at her. When Lila offered her a drink and some snacks, she got no answer, only a wider and creepier fucking smile. Then, Rose spoke.

“I have something for you.” She said in a voice that definitely wasn’t natural for a woman her age. Her voice belonged more to a teenager than an adult. There was something playful but terrifying in it.

Now, Lila has seen some shit while flying, so she wasn’t taken back by this interaction.

“Yea? What would that be, ma’am?”

“Don’t patronize me, you bitch.” She said that fast. Like really fast. Her jaw was closed while saying that. Then she started grinding her teeth, never letting go of that fucking smile. This was a red flag for Lila. When passengers get aggressive, attendants walk away unless there is physical contact.

“Alright, well, you have a pleasant rest of the flight ma’am, okay?”

“I have this for you.” She whispered it holding taking an orange from behind her back. Never moving a muscle on her face. Still a teenage voice. Like when a 12 year old hits puberty kind of voice.

“No, thanks.” Lila decided to call it a day with the crazy cunt and walk away.

“Oh, but you should. Or one day, you know, one day.”

And that’s that. Lila gave her the fuck off look and walked away. Lady never bothered her again during that flight. During that flight.

Lila went home few days later and didn’t think much of what had happened. When her mom asked her how her flight was, Lila smiled and said “Good, other than one really crazy lady.” Mom wanted to hear more, so Lila started telling her about what happened. By the time she said the word “orange”, her mom started crying. Lila was in shock. It was story time. Well, apparently, when my girlfriend was a baby in Kenya, she had woken her parents up a few times with loud crying. When they’d walk into her room, she’d have an orange next to her in her crib. Everything in the house would be locked though. Windows, doors, everything. It got to the point where her parents moved the crib into their room and installed security cameras. Well, on Lila’s third birthday, that morning, when they woke up, they saw an orange laying on Lila’s chest. They were absolutely taken over by horror. They called the police; police came and looked over the camera footage. Cameras clearly showed a woman opening the front door (that was locked), walking into their room, placing an orange on Lila and just standing there. For like an hour. Just standing there, with her head tilted to the left, looking at her. By this point, it is unnecessary to say that Lila was completely horrified. Her mom wasn’t doing much better either. Anyways, to keep the story going, her parents didn’t know what to do. Police couldn’t find the mysterious woman, and no security measure (other than 24/7 bodyguards which they couldn’t afford) was enough. Some of their family was already in Canada and were pressuring them to move, so this incident was a final push. They moved and left this creature with an orange behind. Until that day, on that flight.

Lila was completely unable to do anything for the next few days after that conversation. She didn’t eat much, didn’t communicate with anyone. After a while, she got better. There was no sign of further horror, so she started believing it was all a fucked up coincidence. And she went on with her life. She hasn’t seen Rose in years after that. Last time she encountered Rose was one month before she (Lila) met me.

Lila did many transatlantic flights. She loved those. Long travels, decent money, seeing the world. She had it all. One month before we met, she was coming back from a Hong Kong trip. She flew to Toronto I believe (she’s asleep, and I don’t remember exactly, I believe it was Toronto though). Crew had a nice hotel, everyone had their own room. Lila was on the third floor. She loved drinking at that time, and got pretty drunk that night. She passed out at about 1:00 am. At around 4am, she heard a knock on the door. Then another one, and then another one. But they weren’t loud or fast knocks. No, they were slow and silent, yet loud enough to wake her drunk ass up. She rolled out of bed thinking it was one of her equally drunk crew members. Not thinking much, she opened the door and there she stood. Lila said that lights in her room were off, but TV was on. Light from the screen was shinning on Rose’s face. Shining on the grin. Shinning on the pearly white teeth, bright red lipstick and a white face paired up with tilted head. You know how when you’re drunk and some scary shit (accident, cops, etc.) happens and you sober the fuck up immediately? Yea. She just let out this helpless sound of horror. They both stood there. Rose started rocking back and forth. Every time she’d rock back, she’d reveal red shoes hidden underneath her white dress. Her teeth were grinding. Then she pulled out an orange.

“Wh…what do you want from me?” Lila begged.

Rose kept rocking with a smile.

“Please, just leave me alone. I don’t have anything.”

“You take it. You take it now. He will too.” She said that with that same teenager voice, only a little more playful tone was used this time. Like a happy-ish child.

Don’t know if it was her defense mechanism activating, but Lila took the fucking orange and threw it over Rose’s head and screamed “Get the fuck out of here, and take this shit with you, you freak!”

That was the first time either of us saw Rose lose her smile. White teeth disappeared underneath the thick red lips. Head went back from a gentle tilt into its natural position.

“I will see you two soon.” She said it in adult voice. And this voice was scarier than the teenager one. Lila says its because it sounded real. Like a conscious, normal person making a threat. Of course, at that time Lila didn’t know me and had no idea who “you two” were. She assumed it’d be her mom.

That brings us to today. Yea. If you read the update from my previous story, you saw that our room was broken into by Rose (logical assumption). Pictures of the break-in were taken before police came. They will be up on here today. Some stuff in our room was moved around. We are scared as fuck, clueless as to what’s going on. I will be skyping with my mom soon to see if she has any answers. Lila will talk to her mom as well.

I am personally just shocked at these developments. I never believed anything like this was even possible. Quite honestly, if one of you wrote this story here, I wouldn’t believe shit you said. And I cant blame you if you don’t believe me. But if you have any idea about what this might be, I’m all ears. I assume it’s some sort of a cult, but the only thing that fucks with my head is the fact that Rose knew my girlfriend before I did. Everything so far could’ve been explained in a logical way, but this took it to a super-fucking-natural level. Were they putting an effort into getting us together? How’d they do that? And more importantly, why? For what possible benefit? Fuck this man, fuck this.

Credit To – Milos Bogetic

NOTE: This is the second 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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  3. From my opinion it seems like the work of a paranormal entity that i may have a relitive who was a witness in the sighting of this so called “Rose”

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  4. I think I’ve seen her. Once. But she wäsnt messing with me. She was in a crowd of people holding an orange. She didnt notice me, but I mean it’s not like I really care about her cause it could’ve been some weird-ass lady who likes to smile creepily and hold oranges xD

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  7. wow, thIs is aN incredible Story. this mAy be the straNgEst and creepiest pasta I’ve read on this Website. sO Much detAil, aNd the one of the best plots I’ve seen yet. eXcellent story, Dude.

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  8. Wow! Seriously, like you two should really take what’s going on more SERIOUSER that you already are. This “Rose” will just keep coming. Embrace each other, yes, embrace each other and just try not to fear.

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  10. Funny. He says that was the first time either of us had seen her not smile, after he previously states that he hadn’t met his girlfriend at the point when she lost her smile.

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  11. Just because you don’t believe the story, it is based on true things that happen all the time. There are some creepy ass stalkers out there that make some pretty elaborate set ups.

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  12. When i was about 4-10 i would sleep in my Mums room, it was because when me and my dad and mum used to live in engand before My little sister was born and the year we moved to california. I was the only one born in England my older and younger sisters were born in California. but getting back to my story when i was 4 i would see this ‘Tall Man, with a Black Trench Coat and a Sherlock Holmes hat’ He would always walk up and down my hall way everytime he would stop in my mums rooms walk in the door and stop, he would stare at me. i dont know why but i would always be the last of my family to sleep. But when he would stare at me he would turn around and walk back into the hall way and keep repeating the transition until i turned under the covers and fell asleep. Sometimes when the closet was cracked i would see his dry hands leave hand prints ony my closet door. He was a shadow figure but he wasnt a shadow his face was grey-ish. This kept on happening every year. When i was 8 this is when when i lived in California the year i was moving to Washington, i would still see him and i would just ignore him because he wasnt going to do anything. But then a women joined him. Every year he would get a inch closer to the bed i was sleeping in. The women would stay behind him. Now i am 10 the last i saw him. This is when i am living in California and he is still here with the woman just 6 feet away from my bed. The woman didnt seem to be here this time. But, i could hear a clicking in my closet so i stayed up the entire night and just started sleeping at the peak of dawn. Ok now i am 14 i will be 15 in December and i am seeing the man and woman again but this time in my backyard just staring at me. Sometimes when i look away they are right in front of my window but i cant seem to see their faces. They dont seem to hurt me as long as i ignore them. I am not even scare of them anymore i thought i was over it but they started appearing again when i was 12. I am not scared if they do anything to me i am just scared to see what happens after death or anything. It seems to me they guy had took a women and made he rhis wife and now they look for a son which i do not want to be. But his story reminds me of the woman cause it describes her.

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  18. OMG SCARED THE FUCKING SHIT OUT OF ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! well at first lol BTW I LOSVE THIS CAUSE ITS TRUE CAUSE IT HAPPENED TO ME!!!!!!! I WAS SCARED AS HELL!!!

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  19. When the submission opens again I will write the true story of Miss Chilly Italy. The story of Chilly Italy is TRUE! You will have to wait and see if my Creepy and real experience is excepted. So you will have to wait for July first.

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  20. This is so creepy. I had a similar experience. I was in my bedroom and I looked at my closet and Rose was there and she kept smiling with her white teeth and pulled out an orange. I didn’t think anything of it. But now I am so scared.

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  22. You will met 3 more people like you girl but you mite not no whatch out never take the orng like I seid on part 1 I no what it is and I now a way to get rid of it please reply I can help

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  24. I know whats happening. And I know you need to find some fucking shelter. Don’t move from the country, that will only anger them. They are a group of supernatural things (IDK what to call them). Let’s just they’re weird. When they find someone they want in their group they never stop till you join. She will only get more aggressive. Tell me if you want to know how to stop her. Because I stopped her last year. I stopped her kind from getting me.

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  25. Maybe you should ask her where you would go if you went with her and why she wants you to go with her there..

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  27. Well, i was reading this post and eating some nuts, suddenly i hear loud voice from my threshcan, i look into my left and i see a shadow quickly moving where i cant see it… i had no lights and i was truly terrified. I ran out of my room (i had to go where the shadow had gone) and i took out a little lamp with me… now im looking too many times to my left and always im scared to do it, but i still do it… i hope that i can get some sleep and try to forget what happened…

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  28. I know none of you will care to read this but I hope the author will because something very similar happened to me when I lived in an apartment in this shitty town in Mexico.

    I was six years old when this first started so don’t expect me to remember everything.

    My mom was putting me to bed like she did every night, and I would usually fall asleep when my head hit the pillow, but that night when my mom left the room ( I was still awake) and shut the door, the lights in my room shut off as this Young
    Girl appeared at the end of my bed.

    The girl was pretty short maybe about 4’10 and she had jet black hair which was in a really long ponytail that went down to her feet, she had bright red lips like she had just ate a cherry popsicle and her skin was as pale as the snow. She wore a white sundress that went down to her knees and she had on red Mary-janes.

    When the girl appeared I didn’t say anything, all I did was stare into her eyes for what seemed like an hour ( It was most likely five minutes ) until she said ” I know who you are.. Lilly” in a soft voice, when she said that I just looked at her to shocked to say anything so it was silent for about five minutes (again) when she broke the silence again ” You need to come with me” she said this while pulling out a beaded necklace and placing it around my neck before disappearing.

    So I think your experience is connected to mine somehow. So yeah

    And sorry if I had typos and grammar errors I’m not American

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  29. Omg, Y’know. I came across an orange once. It was on my living room table. I’ve no idea how it came along since i lived alone and stuff and no one had the key. It just sat on the fuckin table peering back into my very soul. Next thing i know, here i am reading this story as i munch onto it. What do you think is gonna happen? That a crazy woman is gonna suddenly appear behind me and rip off my heaawikPNPRAS

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