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It's the early 1980's and I'm in grade 10. I play in the concert band
and we do a performance at the school one evening in the late fall. It
all goes well and I'm walking home by myself afterwards - I would say
it's around 10:00pm. The town that I grew up in has a bunch of walking
paths - it's dark out but the paths are well lit and perfectly safe. I
was not on "high alert" at all - just happily moseying my way home like
any other day.

I'm almost there...just one more gradual slope up a hill, over the
bridge, turn right and I'm home. I reach the beginning of the long
uphill slope to the bridge and I look up and stop dead in my tracks with
an eerie sense of dread. It takes a few seconds to process why...there
is a man standing at the top of the hill - probably 50 yards away just
before the bridge...and he's looking at me.

It's not unusual to see other people along this path...it's fairly well
traveled during the day. But it's night and there's no one else
around...just me and this guy. Then I realize what made me stop so
suddenly...I can only see his silhouette as the lights from the road
behind him outline his shape. But he's standing there akimbo (hands on
his hips) and...HE'S WEARING A FUCKING TOP HAT!

So all of this takes about a second to process and I realize I'm just
standing there at the base of the hill looking up at him. I can sense
something that can only be described as pure evil...I know he's looking
right at me and, for a brief moment, I'm paralyzed. I can FEEL him
looking at me.

My rational brain takes over and I'm able to step off the path and move
behind some trees that block his view of me. I quickly go though my
options...keep walking up the path because obviously my mind is playing
tricks? Either I saw something that wasn't there or it's just some guy
walking his dog, right? OK, so I slowly peek out from behind the tree
and there he is...in the exact same spot, in the exact same stance,
still looking directly at me and still wearing that goddamn top hat. Oh,
and did I mention the sense of pure evil piercing though my very core?
Yup, still there.

Option \#2: Run like hell...which is what I did.

To this day, I still regret running away. It bothers me that I'll never
know exactly who or what that was - waiting for me at the top of the
hill, right before the bridge. Did it really happen? In my mind,
absolutely. But I can't be sure. If it happened today, I would RUN up
the hill towards him just so I could find out what it really was. If I
ever see him again, I will. But it's been over 30 years and still no
sign of him.

**TL;DR:** Walking home one night by myself, I saw Pure Evil in a Top
Hat. I ran away like a bitch.

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