ClancyPasta | Internet Horror Stories
Sep 20, 2026 · 32 min · 12 segments
"It was garbage day..." CLANCYPASTA PRESENTS ► "A Weird Figure Looks At Me At Sundown" and "A man I don't know has been taking my trash out every single day" written by Wario\_Guy, narrated by…
On the third day since this figure's appearance, I decided to grab some binoculars to get a better look at it.
I got to the porch at half past five and waited.
The house had seen some better days.
Despite my dusting yesterday, The porch was incredibly grimy, the wood boards stained from who knows what.
They constantly creaked and seemed like they were about to give way.
Roaches occasionally joined my watching experience.
At sundown, lo and behold, it was there.
I used the binoculars.
It was wearing glasses.
It was much less blurry than before.
Not completely clear, but I could see many of its features.
Its color was a sort of grayish peach, and it appeared much more human than before.
Its gait was irregular,
like it had hurt
one of its legs.
As I watched it, it took off its glasses and rubbed them on something i realized it was getting bigger because it was much closer than it was yesterday on the first day it was about a half mile away now it was a quarter mile the next day i went into town i picked up two times the medication that i normally take to fall asleep i told the doctor that the insomnia was worsening But she attributed it to my age.
I asked around about any bison or people that wandered too far off from town or the reservation, but no one had been near my home.
I purchased some cameras from a dying camera store.
It struck me as odd when I saw no one in there, because when I had first moved in, it was a thriving business.
There was one other shopper and he was inconsolable about the store closing.
Lastly, I bought a shotgun.
You never forget how to shoot.
That sundown, I sat on the porch again.
The shotgun lay in my lap.
Two shells were sitting on the counter.
On the third day since this figure's appearance, I decided to grab some binoculars to get a better look at it.
I got to the porch at half past five and waited.
The house had seen some better days.
Despite my dusting yesterday, The porch was incredibly grimy, the wood boards stained from who knows what.
They constantly creaked and seemed like they were about to give way.
Roaches occasionally joined my watching experience.
At sundown, lo and behold, it was there.
I used the binoculars.
It was wearing glasses.
It was much less blurry than before.
Not completely clear, but I could see many of its features.
Its color was a sort of grayish peach, and it appeared much more human than before.
Its gait was irregular,
like it had hurt
one of its legs.
As I watched it, it took off its glasses and rubbed them on something i realized it was getting bigger because it was much closer than it was yesterday on the first day it was about a half mile away now it was a quarter mile the next day i went into town i picked up two times the medication that i normally take to fall asleep i told the doctor that the insomnia was worsening But she attributed it to my age.
I asked around about any bison or people that wandered too far off from town or the reservation, but no one had been near my home.
I purchased some cameras from a dying camera store.
It struck me as odd when I saw no one in there, because when I had first moved in, it was a thriving business.
There was one other shopper and he was inconsolable about the store closing.
Lastly, I bought a shotgun.
You never forget how to shoot.
That sundown, I sat on the porch again.
The shotgun lay in my lap.
Two shells were sitting on the counter.
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