Creepy man followed me home from cemetery

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Here's another episode of our series Learn English with YouTube. Today I present you the next scary story called Creepy Man Followed Me Home From Cemetery.

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I'm sure that watching engaging stories like this one is a great way to learn the English. There are a lot of short, interesting and easy to follow stories on YouTube that can help us to learn new vocabulary and improve listening comprehension skills.

As always, you will find the English transcript of the video below.


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One day, when I was in the sixth grade, on a rainy day I was walking home.

On my walk, which is about a mile or so long, I had to walk through a cemetery.

Not a stereotypical, shabby, haunted one but one that had many people walking through and was usually full of maintenance employees.

I remember walking by a group of them sitting on benches on a break.

I thought nothing of it as he stood up and started walking at a fair distance.

After a bit I looked back at him, and he looked down quickly.

He was in the same baby blue uniform as the others and had a grey beard but I made out a name tag: Frank P.

As the other workers faded from sight he was still behind me.

I began to worry. A moment later he called out “It's wet, huh”, in a friendly voice.

I chuckled politely and agreed. My worries increased a second later when I walked out, and he was still behind me.

I was close to my house now and it started to pour. My house in sight, I started jogging to get there.

I glanced back and I saw the man visibly angry start running.

As my house got closer I began to sprint. I didn't look back as I slung the key out of my backpack and opened the door.

I looked behind me I saw the man in the middle of the street.

I walked over to the phone and dialed 911. Before I called and looked out the window, he was gone.

I told my mom what happened when she got home. She didn't believe me.

That night I couldn't sleep. There was lightning outside and I could see occasional shadows from the flashes through my window in my living room.

I lay watching the flashes when I saw a strange outline. I looked closer and saw an outline of a man.

I stood up and walked out of my room and walked into the living room.

It was completely dark outside. I stood in the doorway and waited.

A car's headlights illuminated the pale, shallow face show of Frank P.

I ran into my room and locked the door. Never saw him after that night but whenever I see that baby blue uniform I think back to that night and that hunting image and the skeletal, unnatural face of Frank P.