I'm scared of that guest [creepy story]

okay I wasn't going to post this but my aunt told me this story and I still think about it.

So when my aunt was really little, my grandparents ran a minbak (a small guesthouse, like a family-run inn) near the beach. Summer would roll around, people flooded in for the ocean, business was decent.

Then one day this guy shows up. Asks to stay one night. And the whole time he's there he keeps looking around. Twitchy. Like he's waiting for something to catch up to him. My grandparents didn't think too hard about it, gave him a room, treated him like any other guest.

But my aunt. She was so little she wasn't even in elementary school yet. She takes one look at this man and just. LOSES IT. Screaming and crying, won't stop, completely inconsolable.

They finally ask her what's wrong.

"I'm scared of that guest."

They figured she was just being a weird kid, moved her to another room so she'd sleep. The man stayed the night.

Next morning. Early. Police show up at the door.

They're looking for a suspect, they say. Armed robbery and murder. The guy fled this direction. They pull out a photo.

It was him. The guest. Still in his room.

My grandfather went with the cops and they arrested him right there on the spot. Turns out the man had killed an old woman, robbed her, and ran.

And when my grandfather heard that. He remembered what my aunt actually said.

She wasn't scared of the man.

She was scared of the old woman on his back.