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The original was posted on /r/nosleep by /u/anonymous6349 on 2023-07-02 01:12:10+00:00.
Once in the quiet town of Davie, Florida, four curious children named Samantha, Jake, Emily, and Ethan had grown up listening to the chilling tales of the Night Stalker. As the legend of the creepy creature spread through generations, the stories only grew more haunting and mysterious.
The children had always been fascinated by the enigmatic figure that emerged from the shadows between the hours of 1 and 3 am. According to the stories, the Night Stalker had glowing eyes and long, skeletal fingers that tapped against windows in the dead of night, striking fear into the hearts of the townspeople.
Every evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon, the streets of Davie became a ghost town. The townspeople locked their doors and windows tightly as the clock struck midnight, unwilling to risk encountering the dreaded Night Stalker.
But Samantha, Jake, Emily, and Ethan were different. They were drawn to the mysteries that lurked in the darkness, and their youthful curiosity fueled their desire to uncover the truth behind the legend. They often huddled together in the treehouse on the outskirts of town, sharing whispered stories of the Night Stalker and daring each other to venture into the unknown.
One moonlit night, the clock struck midnight, and the four friends found themselves gathered once again in the treehouse. The branches swayed gently in the breeze, casting eerie shadows on the walls, and the distant chirping of crickets filled the air.
"We've heard so much about the Night Stalker," Samantha said, her eyes shining with excitement. "But have any of us actually seen it? Maybe it's just a story to scare us."
"I'm not so sure," replied Jake, his glasses glinting in the moonlight. "There have been too many accounts from different people, and they can't all be making it up. I think there might be some truth to the legend."
Emily hugged her knees to her chest. "I-I'm scared, guys," she confessed, her voice barely above a whisper. "What if we encounter something we can't handle?"
Ethan, ever the joker, chimed in, "Oh, come on, Em! It's just a spooky story. We'll stick together and be careful. Besides, who's going to believe us if we say we saw the Night Stalker without any evidence?"
A mix of fear and curiosity filled the air as they debated whether to go on their own Night Stalker adventure. But ultimately, their determination won over their apprehension.
"Let's do it," Samantha declared, her eyes gleaming with resolve. "We'll find out once and for all if the Night Stalker is real or just a tale."
The decision was made, and the plan was set. They decided to meet at the treehouse again the following night at 12:30 am to embark on their investigation.
The anticipation and excitement grew with each passing minute. The children could hardly sleep, their minds racing with thoughts of what they might discover. They all knew the stories about the Night Stalker were meant to keep people from wandering the streets at night, but they couldn't shake the feeling that there might be something more to the legend.
Finally, the appointed time arrived. Samantha, Jake, Emily, and Ethan gathered at the treehouse, each equipped with a flashlight and a sense of trepidation. They looked at each other, eyes wide with a mix of nerves and determination.
"Remember, we stick together no matter what," Samantha said, her voice firm. "No splitting up. We're in this together."
Agreeing on their pact, the four friends set off into the night. The streets of Davie were quiet.