Street View

You’ve probably heard of Google’s Street View before, and how they blur people’s faces that are captured by the camera. But, if you happen to come across someone’s face who isn’t blurred, you should be careful.

This is my true story.

By the time I realised it, it was midnight and I was all alone at work. Wanting to look up the location I had to visit the next day, I grabbed my computer and opened up the map. I put in the address and confirmed where I had to go.

I grabbed the little person cursor and dropped it onto the map, but for some reason it dropped me in some other place a little further away. I was on a large pedestrian crossing on a main street, and there was a woman whose face wasn’t blurred.

Something was clearly off. Her face was white, her neck bent, and she was standing strangely. It was just like a doll being held up by thread.

My heart pounded. I was scared, and certain I didn’t want to see anything further. But I was also curious, which ended up winning out. I zoomed in.

The woman became clearer. I regretted looking.

Her neck wasn’t bent. It was broken. Her face looked at her own back. She appeared to be glaring. Our eyes met. Her mouth moved… or so I thought. Then the screen went black. My own face reflected back in the darkness…

I felt certain that if I looked away for even just a second, that woman would appear in the screen behind me. I couldn’t tear my eyes away. I couldn’t even blink. I stared myself down, my heart beating like crazy.

I don’t think it was for that long, but then the screen came back on. The page I’d been on was gone. Relieved, I pulled out a cigarette. I had no idea whether any of what had just taken place was real.

After I was done with my cigarette, I left. I arrived home and climbed into bed, but I couldn’t forget that woman’s face, and I couldn’t sleep.

A short while later, I woke up. I couldn’t move. It was the first time I’d ever experience sleep paralysis in my life. I thought about what to do, when I heard the sound of the front door closing.

Footsteps echoed down the hall.

I lived alone. Now matter how you looked at it, there was no way anyone could get in.

I tried to get up, but I couldn’t. I couldn’t turn over, nor even open my eyes.

The footsteps got closer.

The sliding door to my room opened.

They was coming closer.

I could sense someone behind me.

Hear the sound of their laboured breathing. It slowly became clearer and more distinct.

They were right there. My heart pounded so wildly I feared it would escape through my throat.

I’ve no doubt I was thinking of something, but I was in such a panic that I can’t remember thinking about anything.

Then, a warm breath brushed past my cheek.

“It’s hurts.”

A woman’s voice whispered by my ear.

I could move again. At the exact same moment, the presence disappeared. I dove under the blankets, unable to stop shaking and piece together what had just happened.

Unable to bear it, I turned the TV and all the lights on, and watched TV until morning. I got ready for work and drove out to the location I had to be at.

Work proceeded smoothly, and during my break I went to the convenience store to buy a coffee. I passed the place that woman was standing in in the street view. There was a sign there.

It mentioned the time and day, and that there was a hit and run accident. The police were looking for witnesses.

It was the exact same time I’d seen the woman in the computer.

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