Growing up, I was never really afraid of too many things. Sure, I had seen my fair share of ghost encounters. I can recall some stories that had us pretty frightened. There are very seldom times my friends and I, sit around decide to tell stories about what scares us. However, they know there is one I refuse to bring up. One that for some reason still brings chills me at the very mention of it… That being, “Mr Wood”. (I’ll explain later, why I’ve decided to give him that title).

When I was younger, horror movies and ghost stories and quija boards were a frequent for myself and my family. Usually the encounters that happened, everyone in the family either knew about, or saw with their own eyes. Not Mr. Wood, he was a different thing all together. It all started when I got out of the shower one day. I was walking back outside. Upon drying my hair with a towel, I pulled the towel over my face and as I dropped it, I stood there, eyes dead set heart pounding, this almost numb, eerie feeling came over me. As there a very tall man was standing in front of me… My eyes set from feet to top hat. He wore dress shoes, and a suit… And as I mentioned a top hat. Almost as if he came from a ball. But the thing I remember most about Mr Wood. And the reason I call him Mr. Wood, was cause I’ll never forget that fucking wooden face of his. It’s an image that gives me chills just writing this.

Days later, I told my mother what happened and she thought, I was watching too many scary movies and even my grandmother was skeptical. Thought maybe I saw someone wearing a suit and somehow freaked out and replaced his face with that of a wooden one. I told her “No, he was RIGHT NEXT TO ME, STARING AT ME”. Still, the disbelief continued on. I had trouble sleeping and always felt like someone was watching me… Looking back on it. I’m pretty sure it was probably Mr. Wood. Was he checking up on me? Protecting me? What did he want? A few months down the line and I recall seeing him at glances in the corner of my eye. Especially when I would sit up late at the computer. One time my grandmother (who had probably forgotten about it all together), called for me as she was up the stairs. I said “yes?” and she said “what are you doing?” I replied “I’m just on the computer”. She asked, “well, who’s that with you?” In terror I slowly turned my head. There he was… Expressionless face carved out in with, same black suit, same top hat. He at a seconds notice moved quickly, very quickly and his face was inches from mine. I ran upstairs and my grandmother doesn’t recall him moving towards me… Just seeing someone next to me. I told her “that was him… that was the man I see”. She never discredited me or my accounts again.

Few years pass since I’ve seen Mr. Wood. It’s summer time, and my brother and a friend are deciding to sleep in the living room. I lay my head to rest and awake maybe 30-45 minutes later to the sound of my door opening very quickly and the words “oh shit no!!” coming out of my brothers mouth… I said “dude… what the hell is your problem?” He looked pale and eyes almost like dilated from fear… He replied “Me and Javier were laying in the sleeping bag and looked behind us and saw someone standing there… He was tall.. really tall… and had a suit on… with a top hat. And… and a wooden face”. My face turned pale and all the thoughts of seeing Mr Wood again creeped inside my mind once again. It was difficult to sleep. I felt, watched again… The next day I walk out of the room and see Mr Wood in the distance.. and I yell for someone… My aunt comes and asks “what is going on?” and I said “look! He’s RIGHT THERE… Standing there!” She adjust her eyes… and says “There is nothing there…Calm down”. I never took my eyes off him he was there in the distance… staring at me, watching me, with that expressionless wooden fucking face… Never said anything, never approached me, never did anything. Just watched me, stared at me… After those encounters I never saw Mr Wood again. I’ve never even ran into anyone who has seen the same thing. Maybe I was delusional at the time and it was my mind playing tricks on me… Maybe it was a harmful joke an adult played on me to act good. Who knows? I’ll never know.

I just know, at times… I still feel watched. I still feel like there are eyes staring at me from a distance and ironically, the new place I moved to about 4 or 5 years ago… had reports of a man always being outside and people feeling watched as they walk by. The same feeling I get when I walk outside at night to smoke.

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