Creepypasta

Bored at work I began reading online stories, and I quickly found that the best are the stories intended to scare. While I'm not a believer in the ghosts and vengeful spirits per-say, I appreciate, and like any honest human being, have my share of unexplained events. So here's a true story I've recanted a thousand times but never written down..

My mom drives the bus for a small rural-ish elementary school. When I was in said school I would accompany her to the pre-sun every day. I normally tried to sleep in the car until her early morn routine was done and the bus route began. One day I was waking up absentmindedly staring at some recently planted trees swaying in the breeze. Slowly gaining consciousness I realized that only one tree was moving, rubbing my eyes a small man came into focus his right arm shaking the tiny sapling.

I locked and held eye contact with the man in dark colors and a darker ball cap until the bus horn honked and I glanced away. Looking back the crown of the tree was broken off and the man was gone. A few days later the incident shrugged off as a half remembered dream, I was in the back of the bus returning from our first and furthest pickup. A large black dog was chasing us, after a few seconds the dog was obviously gaining on the bus traveling at least 50 mph. Until the dog got about three car lengths away I didn't notice the impossible proportions. We began to slow for a turn and it got within ten feet of the bus (still in the field to our right) and was clearly no dog.

Until a shed was blocking it's path and the thing stood on it's hind legs to leap over did I recognize the man who broke the tree. The bus turned left and the man ran past on all fours.

Visibly shaken as I got into my fifth grade class I told a few friends, during lunch the story was traded around again and by recess (which was inside due to rain) the entire class had heard some version.

After I retold it with everyone listening at least four others volunteered stories of personal encounters. One confirmed seeing the "dog" chasing the bus and leaping the shed.

Over my middle and high school years I retold all of the stories I had witnessed and others had told me. It was a hit at every halloween party or camping trip but never with everyone listening.

Without fail every time I tell this story to someone who grew up in my hometown or at some point attended my elementary school they are extremely disturbed by it. Most pull me aside and ask for a description some offer another encounter story and all are terrified by this man.

Whether he's standing in an empty field scaring horses, stalking through an alleyway to stare through back windows, or getting shot and then fleeing a locked house the description is always the same. A small man 5 foot 7 or 8, Wearing dark jeans, and a dark or black shirt and black hat normally a ball cap turned backwards but at least twice a black cowboy hat (seen from afar), with dull yellow eyes, when you finally notice him as something out of the ordinary you are locked into eye contact until a third party breaks your concentration, in all the encounters no one can remember any facial features other than the eyes.