5 Disturbing TRUE Horror Stories

Two years ago, my SO and I found the perfect place to rent.

It was a small tract of fabricated homes.

The neighborhood was nice, and it was quiet, which for two college seniors wanting out of the noisy dorms was great.

Now, because this was Arizona, and it was prefab houses, most of the folks that lived in our neighborhood were 60 or older, save a few.

To our left, Sandra and David, an awesome couple in their early 60s, both retired postal workers, spent summers in Maine and winters here.

To our right was Carol, a 40-something who supposedly owned her own home business.

She looked like she perpetually was sucking a lemon, and she was just off.

At first, she would occasionally join my SO for a smoke on the porch, or if we barbecued with Dave or Sandy, we would invite her over.

To say she was awkward was putting it lightly.

We suspected maybe she was on the spectrum, though.

We would be eating, and she would describe how her mother died a slow, agonizing death when a tumor in her throat bursted, or there was the time where she described in great detail her latest yeast infection.

I kid you not.

Sometimes I would work out on our porch.

I had a small bench with a bar and some weights.

One day I was lifting when I almost dropped the bar on my neck.

Leaning over me was Carol.

"I could have snapped your neck like a twig," she mumbled.

I sat up.

"Pardon?" I asked.

"I said you could have really hurt yourself," she said.

I doubted what I had heard, chalking it up to not hearing her correctly, but she had this smirk on her face.

After that, I tried my best to ignore her.

However, I had not told my SO my suspicions that maybe old Carol was a bit insane.

I come home from class one evening, and my SO and Carol are on the porch.

I went inside because I was coming down with something and just wanted to get out of bed.

Two years ago, my SO and I found the perfect place to rent.

It was a small tract of fabricated homes.

The neighborhood was nice, and it was quiet, which for two college seniors wanting out of the noisy dorms was great.

Now, because this was Arizona, and it was prefab houses, most of the folks that lived in our neighborhood were 60 or older, save a few.

To our left, Sandra and David, an awesome couple in their early 60s, both retired postal workers, spent summers in Maine and winters here.

To our right was Carol, a 40-something who supposedly owned her own home business.

She looked like she perpetually was sucking a lemon, and she was just off.

At first, she would occasionally join my SO for a smoke on the porch, or if we barbecued with Dave or Sandy, we would invite her over.

To say she was awkward was putting it lightly.

We suspected maybe she was on the spectrum, though.

We would be eating, and she would describe how her mother died a slow, agonizing death when a tumor in her throat bursted, or there was the time where she described in great detail her latest yeast infection.

I kid you not.

Sometimes I would work out on our porch.

I had a small bench with a bar and some weights.

One day I was lifting when I almost dropped the bar on my neck.

Leaning over me was Carol.

"I could have snapped your neck like a twig," she mumbled.

I sat up.

"Pardon?" I asked.

"I said you could have really hurt yourself," she said.

I doubted what I had heard, chalking it up to not hearing her correctly, but she had this smirk on her face.

After that, I tried my best to ignore her.

However, I had not told my SO my suspicions that maybe old Carol was a bit insane.

I come home from class one evening, and my SO and Carol are on the porch.

I went inside because I was coming down with something and just wanted to get out of bed.