When I was around 16 or so, I worked in a store whilst going through college. We always had odd customers come in but one in particular really sticks out to me. At the sight of him walking in I’d get chills, my whole body wanted to nope out. You could really tell he thought he was charming, but even thinking of him now I feel a little sick.

He used to always offer to take me out in his car, buy me jewellery, you know - strange things for a grown man to say to a 16 year old girl. He gave me rapey vibes.

Being the a**hole I was at 16, I was always rude to him, never ever humoured him but it didn’t deter him from visiting the store every single day. It got to the point I told my manager and if I saw him I’d just go out the back or sometimes even duck.

Anyway, a fews years before this, there was a very infamous story of a young girl going missing in our town. Her body was never found.

Fast forward to now, I’m in my thirties, watching a documentary about two men accused of this girls murder, and who is one of the accused, this guy.

They had tapes recording how they’d done it but because of mishandling evidence by the police they got away with it. If he wasn’t the killer I’d be shocked. He tried to prey on young women, buying them things, flattering them. And honestly I believe he was attempting to line me up as his next victim.

Never has another human being made me feel so creeped out. It still makes me shudder at the thought he’s still out there.

My bf and I live in a big party city so we're pretty used to strange neighbors and odd people, but one month ago we had a really unsettling encounter. We just got the full context today.

We live in a sub-unit of a large house. Our landlord and one other person live in the other units of the house. We noticed that our landlord had brought a few different dates over to the house. We didn't mind, and we weren't surprised when a girl was walking around the property.

Last month, we went to sleep at about midnight and woke up 30 minutes later to knocks at the door. I told my bf not to open it, but he said it was the girl we saw earlier. I still felt very uneasy about the situation. So I put my clothes on, grabbed my keys, and picked up our dog in case I had to run out the back door. I then go stand in the hallway next to the front door so I can hear the conversation, but she can't see me.

She sounds very drunk, and she tells my bf that she is my landlord's fiancé. I am somewhat confused by this because of our landlord's other dates. However, she starts talking about how we are good tenants and mentions personal details about us, so we assume she is actually his fiancé. She asked my boyfriend for a lighter for her cigarette. We expect this to be the end of the interaction, but she then tells my bf that our landlord is at a hotel cheating on her right now. My bf responds with, "Oh wow."

She then started flirting with my bf. She invited him to come swim in our landlord's pool with her and he declined. I'm starting to get less scared and more annoyed at her. She is rambling about a bunch of different topics and basically holding my bf hostage.Finally, she gets to our neighbors. She starts going on a racist rant about them, using slurs I have literally never heard in real life because they are that bad.

At this point, I'm pretty sick of this woman, so I step into the door frame and tell her that we have to wake up early. She was clearly shocked by me showing up. This is when her face changes. She glares at me. Suddenly, we aren't good tenants anymore. She calls us "white trash" for not taking our garbage bins out in time for trash day. She screams that she is going to get us evicted if we don't get on her good side. At this point, we close the door in her face.

We had a really long discussion about whether or not we should complain to our landlord about her. We assumed that he actually was dating this girl and that she just happened to be crazy. She probably caught him cheating and was trying to sleep with my bf for revenge, but realized that wasn't going to happen.

Eventually, we decided to text him. He apologized for the situation but was very vague. He does mention that she is NOT his fiancé and that he will remove her. We assume this is the end of it. For the last month, she's been blasting music, banging on the walls, taking things out of the shed, and coming into our section of the backyard in the middle of the night. I was absolutely terrified the first week and couldn't sleep at all. I would stay up all night listening to sounds and staring at our back window to see if she was in our yard. Eventually, I got used to it.

Our landlord had basically vanished. We haven't seen him for the entire month... until today. Today my bf is walking our dog when he sees our landlord back on his porch. Our landlord finally tells us the full story.

He went on a few dates with this woman, and she seemed totally normal. Eventually, they go back to his section of the house, and when he wakes up, she is behaving much differently. He asks her to head out while he goes to work. He comes back, and she's still there.

It turns out that this is what she does. She goes home with men and invades their home until they get her lawfully evicted. My landlord went to a different property for a month while he worked on his case to get her evicted.

We found out that she got served an eviction warning the same day that she came to our house. That's why she was flirting with my bf in an attempt to squat in our home. That's why she was so angry when she found out I lived there too.

My landlord actually negotiated a way to get her out of the house a few days early. He bought her a one-way flight to another state. So, if you live in the Midwest, watch out. She's coming north. I'm very thankful that it's over, though.

hi so as the title says I’m 21. Not sure if gender matters but I am female. Now this might sound maybe a tad bit overdramatic since it’s been years since this incident has happened that caused this fear but I just want to get it off my chest as someone who doesn’t really talk about it. I personally find this encounter super creepy, especially getting older and being able to look back on it. I've learned a lot from it so maybe posting what happened could either guide others to stay alert that it could happen to them, or know the signs.

I live in rural Ohio so there's not much that goes on here. We don't live in the best area either, with lots of druggies/pedos, just if you have kids you really shouldn't live around here basically. When I was younger we didn't really worry much about anything happening to us or questionable things due to the fact our family is known in this area (my grandpa was a known cop for many years and was extremely respected and people knew he would fight over us). So nobody really messed with us. We also lived around MULTIPLE other children our age, it wasn't uncommon to let your kids run around by themselves before nighttime because our neighborhood essentially relied on each other and the other kids to keep each other safe and it worked for the most part. We knew what people to stay away from and they knew to stay away from us as well.

When I was in middle school the bus ran at 7 AM and we would have to be at the end of our long driveway by 7 AM to catch the bus on time, and this happened during winter and our bus tended to be late sometimes, and would reach us around 7:05-7:15 the latest. But we made sure to be out at 7 AM in case they were on time. It was me and my 2 cousins, one was 4 years younger than me and the other was a year older but we were in the same grade.

The road is straight where our driveway is so cars come by multiple times and you would be able to see if a car was slowing down and such and they’d see us as well. We were always told to not stand by the end of the driveway, and always keep a distance so if a drunk driver or whatever happened to swerve we would be okay for the most part. We were at the age where me and my cousin who was in the same grade as me essentially babysat the younger cousin and we didn’t have an adult accompany us at the end of the driveway anymore.

It was super cold that day and the sun was just coming up and we were annoyed because the bus was late while waiting in the cold. I noticed a car was coming and again, this happened all the time so it wasn’t like I was checking it out or anything, I just noticed it and went back to listening to music on my phone. I hear a loud brake sound so I look up and the car is in front of our driveway now fully stopped. The man in the car was waving his hand towards us to signal us to come closer to him and of course, I refused and was frozen in my spot because this never happened before. He could tell we were obviously shaken back by this and said he worked for a school but was lost and he just got hired. (he named a school that was an hour away). Remind you it’s past 7 AM at this point and I immediately knew he was lying. It didn’t make sense to me why he would be lost at a job he said he already got plus it being this late I’d think he would already be at the school. No way would he be lost to the point he’s an hour away from the district AND signaling children to his car the way he did if he was a teacher at all. It also made no sense to me logically how he would be lost from a job he obviously had to go in to get hired for (this was before Zoom and all those things I'm pretty sure).

I immediately said I’m going to get an adult and he clearly panicked and said it wasn’t necessary that he just wanted us to get closer and show him where to go. I pointed straight (I truly don’t know the direction to the district but that was not my main focus honestly). I told him to go straight and he ignored me. My little cousin was moving towards his car and I grabbed him by his hair and kept him by me, I refused to let go of his head. I’m shaking and I'm trying to not show I'm scared because I don’t know what’s about to happen, the driveway is a long one as well, like I truly didn’t feel safe turning my back on him.

I have my other hand on my phone and I’m shaking so I’m struggling with gloves on but I’m able to call my mom and THANK GOD she answers. (she usually would ignore my calls and be on the phone with her boyfriend). The guy gets out of his car when he sees I’m on the phone with someone and I start immediately sobbing and telling my mom there’s a man out here and I think he’s going to hurt us. She comes out running and the second she gets closer and he sees her he bolts back to his car and dashes away. A car that was around the corner of the road also dashed away as well. Now looking back is even more scary since if it was just someone who needed to get past said car that was in the middle of the road by our driveway, they would've just either honked or gone on the other lane to pass them. They definitely also saw the entire thing and didn't get out of their car to help us or anything, so it makes me think they were also in on this entire situation.

I’m forced to go to school that day and my mom calls the cops and when I get home I find out even more horrible news that just made me realize my gut feeling was correct. My mom told them the car and how it looked and such and they found an abandoned car that matched her description just up the road so they found who it belonged to and eventually found out he wasn’t a school teacher. He worked on the barges. The cops said they thought it dealt with sex trafficking from the looks of it and they didn’t even catch him since they already left on the boat or whatever. Who knows what would’ve happened if he got one of us... I’m assuming we would’ve been on that boat and horrible things would’ve happened. It still pisses me off that he was never caught, and possibly other kids were victims of this. It’s truly terrifying and to this day I refuse to go near the road. I still have recurring nightmares of it. I'm always on alert now too, which I most definitely should've been more alert back then but I was just a kid and clearly didn't realize how it would've affected me in real time.

I'm a 29-year-old man from the Philippines, and even though this incident occurred back in 2013—over a decade ago—I still find myself haunted by it every time I return to my hometown.

At the time, I was just an 18-year-old college student. It was the night of our department's socialization party, which had wrapped up around midnight. As the only one among my friends with a car, I had always taken on the role of the designated driver. After dropping my friends off at their homes, I was parking in my usual spot, just a few houses away from my own, due to the limited parking in our area.

As I was about to exit the car, I noticed a girl standing near the entrance of the alleyway leading to my house and several others, wearing a shirt with our department's logo. I assumed she had just walked back from the party. In front of her, a man in his late twenties, clad in a hoodie, stood ominously, seemingly blocking her path. The girl locked eyes with me, and I immediately recognized her expression—it was a silent plea for help.

Instinct kicked in. I grabbed my bag and stepped out of the car. The man, noticing my presence, began to walk into the alleyway. When I reached the girl, he had vanished from sight. It felt as though whatever threatening situation had occurred moments before was over, and I was tempted to walk away. But then I caught sight of the strange man again; he was leaning against the wall of a nearby house, his gaze fixed on me. A chill ran down my spine, and just then, the girl called out from behind me. Her voice trembled with fear, and I saw her approach, visibly shaken.

"Can you walk with me to my apartment at the end of the alleyway?" she asked, explaining that the man had been silently blocking her way. I glanced back at the man—he appeared intoxicated, perhaps drunk or on drugs.

We began to walk, our breaths shallow as we passed by him. After putting some distance between us, I glanced back. To my horror, he was following us. We had already passed my house at that point, but I couldn't leave this girl to face him alone. As fear coursed through me, she suddenly broke into a full sprint, and I had no choice but to keep pace with her.

We reached the gate to her apartment, and she hastily swung it open, slamming it shut behind us. We then dashed into the building, where a second gate stood—this one smaller, likely designed to keep pets from escaping. She opened it, and we slipped through just as the sound of the man approaching the first gate reached our ears.

We bolted up the stairs, making our way to the third floor. Breathless, the girl knocked urgently but softly at her apartment door. After what felt like an eternity, it swung open, revealing her friends—a guy and a girl around her age. They looked bewildered but quickly locked the door behind us and led us into the bedroom. They turned off the lights, and we just sat there silently with our hearts pounding.

The girl broke down in tears, recounting the terrifying events to her friends. She revealed that the man had been following her for 10 to 15 minutes, and she expressed relief at having seen me. Unsure of what to do next, I called my aunt, who was staying at our house that night. Thankfully, she answered swiftly. I urged her to call the police. At this time, we could now hear the man pacing around the apartment, seemingly looking for us. He was mumbling something we couldn't hear well from the other side of the door.

A few minutes later, my phone rang with an unknown number. It was my uncle, a policeman, reassuring me that help was on the way. What felt like hours dragged on, and eventually, the police arrived. My uncle instructed me, via phone, to come downstairs and recount the ordeal to the officers. They informed us that they had seen the man wandering around the gate and eventually into the far end of the alleyway.

Once the police had finished their inquiries, they allowed me to go home. I recounted the entire story to my aunt, who urged me to get some rest. Despite my exhaustion, sleep eluded me as my mind raced with thoughts of the strange man. What if he had caught up with us, armed with a knife or some weapon? I fought to dispel the terrifying images racing through my mind, but I couldn't shake the feeling that he might be watching me in the dark, a knife glinting menacingly in his hand.

My mom and grandparents used to live in the same town for ages. Grandma is a physician (retired now) and mom is a child psychologist. There’s not many stores in our area, so they frequented one and all cashiers knew them very well.

One winter day, mom went to that store, as usual, and a little girl, maybe 8-10 years old approached her and stood next to mom as she was picking something from a shelve. Mom looked at the girl, expecting her to say or ask for something, but the girl just stood there. Mom picked her item and moved to another shelve. In a few seconds, the girl folllowed, standing silently next to her and looking at the items. Mom moved and lost the girl for a few minutes. Then, she saw the girl with a saleswoman, the girl was pointing at mom and saying something. Mom ignored it and went to cashier, paid and left the store.

When mom returned to the store the next day, saleswoman approached her and said that the girl was asking them to call police because my mom was acting like a p***file towards her. They decided to check cameras first without stopping mom as they know my mom and family very well, where we live etc, and saw that the girl was the one who followed mom around the store and approached her first, not the other way around. The girl left quickly after confronted. Two men were waiting for her outside the store.

In a few weeks, mom saw the same girl on our street, two men on both of her sides, as saleswoman said. They were passing by very quickly and our street is almost empty during the day, mom didn’t think it would be wise to confront them. Then, mom’s never seen her again.

EDIT: it’s is not the landlords son that was the creep, he is a friend it’s his uncle the landlords brother and he is around 45-50 years old short little creepy man that chain smokes newports and waste all his money on porn and chocolate milk.

Last year me and my ex were living in a cottage with our son and my step son. We lived on a property where the landlords were right there. We got along great, their son was a friend of mine and my father went to school with the landlords. The lady had her brother living with them who is on the spectrum but it’s more like he’s just awkward.

I’ve had suspicions of someone in our house because we would notice things moved around and draws open. I would always be missing money and all my change was gone. That started many arguments between us because I thought she was stealing my change and cashing it in. AND IT WAS ALL SILVER COONS, that I’ve collected for years. My ex thought I was stealing money out her car and I thought she was taking out of my car.

Sometimes she would wake me up in the middle of the night saying she just heard what sounded like foot steps upstairs (which is the main floor) I would get up and look and didn’t see anybody. This happened a few times.. sometimes when my ex would get home early from work she said she would hear the downstairs door close but didn’t see anybody outside.

I’ve come home from work early around noon when everybody knows we are normally at work till five. One day I came home and the landlords brother was sitting on my front steps. I said what’s up what you doing. He said I’m sitting I just got the mail was dropping it off to you. I litterly grabbed the mail out the box on my way in. AND we have separate mail boxes so it’s not like it was mixed with theirs. I told him don’t be creeping around up here don’t need you on the steps in my area when I get home from work.

One time everybody was down by the pool and I came down and yelled down to everybody that imma BBQ for them. Where I was standing I could see into the room where their step grandfather was staying and he is loaded. Always has a wad of cash 10k or more with him. When I yelled down I heard a commotion and seen him closing draws and run out the room and came outside and the creep lit a smoke. I could tell he was shaking in his boots thinking he got caught. I told grand pop he was in there and he lost it on him.

NOW FOR THE CREEP PART.

I have told the landlord that her brother has been snooping in my house and now I caught him snooping in there house for money as well. We have been out of there for a year now and he started messaging my ex on Facebook trying to talk to her. She ignored him for a while and he kept video calling her and she wouldn’t answer and then blocked him. He found her insta her tik Tok and every other platform and kept messaging her. She finally answered and asked if everything was ok.

He started confessing his love to her saying he wants to see her and my son.

He said I have your panties and leggings .

He told her, “ I’m on my way home from work and I’m gonna put your undies on and watch porn”

She said wtf are you talking about how do you have my underwear. He told her that he would sneak into the house and go through her stuff. WTF

There was times she would call me after I went to work and ask if I’m there because she would hear the door open as she was in the shower.

He started sending screen shots of his phone showing her that he has her as his background cuz of how much he loves her. And that he likes to put her leggings on and jerk off to her pictures.

While living there the landlords kid his nefue was telling us how he hears him jerking off in his room with porn playing so loud and him screaming her name as he beat off. We didn’t really believe it at first but now holy shit creepy.

He was working at a farm that is also a doctors office. He was fired because he was sneaking into the house and watching this girl that lived there sleeping, also because he was apparently creeping on children in the playground at the doctors and he had no reason to be over there when his job was on the other side of the property. FUCKING CREEP. He told my ex that he has 13 articles of clothing that he took from her as well and is very proud of it. Told her he has undies and clothes from other women that rented the cottage as we did.

He thought that this was ok and would some how make my ex attracted to him. He started asking for her address so that he could send her stuff back to her. Saying why do you hate me baby I’m in love with you I can do everything you like. “I’ve seen how he fucks you I can do it so much better” WTF HE WAS WATCHING US. He was watching us sleep. My son slept in the room with us, he was a newborn in that house and were there until he was three before we moved. My step son had his own room wich had a door to the outside so he would have to walk through his room to get into ours.

My step son was uncomfortable saying that he hears things at night on the window and that sometimes the window would open by itself!!!!

She is going to bring all the stuff that he texted her and admitted to doing to other people to the cops.

HE NEEDS TO BE STOPPED.

Wish I could post the screen shots of the messages on here to show y’all’s.

There’s my story lol what the heck to we do next I don’t need this guy trying to creep on my ex and my son. It’s very unsettling.

My brother and i was driving between two medium sized cities late one night a couple of weeks ago. We live in sweden so it was pitch black. On this stretch of the road there is nothing but forest and at this time of the night the road is pretty empty. It's a kind of narrow road without any space on the sides. It has low railings along the sides and behind them there are high fences to prevent wildlife.

Suddenly we see a person on the inside of the railing in our headlights, 10 meters in front of the car. My brother was driving over 80 km/h so he didn't have a chance to make a manuver, we drove by the person no more than half a meter in full speed.

We were shocked, after a few seconds we both wondered what the hell that was. It happend so fast but we agreed that it was a young woman dressed in black who was leaning/sitting in a strange way against the railing. Behind her on the other side of the railing stood a man in all black hugging/holding her from behind with both arms. Behind them was the high fence, so how did they even get there? There was no cars nearby and there wasn't even anywhere to stop with a car.

After a minute we decided to call the police, they asked us to turn around to see if they were still there, we got back but unfortunately they were gone. The police came and started searching with headlights and we continued driving home.

My brother and I was shaken and this still haunts me, what was the deal with these people? Did the guy hold the girl so she wouldnt run out in front of our car? Did the woman try to escape from the man? The only possible way forward for them was in to the forrest, without lamps in the cold, far away from any houses. In retrospect, it's easy to be wise and of course we should have stopped at once!

I made a post here about a week ago about this man who followed me from the train station a while back and got quite touchy and seemed keen on following me all the way home. That seemed to raise quite a bit of concern, and I kept some of the advice that I received in the comments in mind, of course. I thought I'd post an update on the situation.

Near the end of the first post about this I mentioned that after the initial incident he started to appear every single day at the same time that he'd seen me the first time at the train station. I always come back from school at the same time, leaving the station between ten to four and four pm sharp. For over a week he'd consistently appeared next to the station on the street that I have to cross and just stared at me, but I wasn't sure if it was a coincidence and I was just being paranoid or what. He hasn't tried to follow me since the first time, so I'm probably being unreasonable for assuming that he's there at that time for any particular reason.

Anyway, last week I tried coming back half an hour later than usual to see if he'd still be there. He wasn't. Over the following two days I was sick so I didn't go past that area at the usual time either and when I finally went back to school on Thursday and came back at the usual time I was so relieved to find that he wasn't there. Even in the unlikely circumstance that he really was observing me, I assumed he'd thought I take a different route now and gave up on the whole thing. He wasn't there on Friday either, which felt liberating honestly. I had enough of having to face that unpleasant reminder every day.

On Sunday, so yesterday, I was walking down an adjoining street on my way to my grandparents' house and managed to find him there. Just my luck isn't it? He was on a phonecall or something but immediately spotted me and grinned in the most dread inspiring way. He said something that I didn't quite hear because I was so focused on just walking away. I kept walking in the opposite direction to him and when I'd glanced back for a second to make sure he wasn't following me he hadnt moved but he was fully turned towards me and standing still, staring. So yeah that's kind of creepy but again he hasn't gone further than that so I can't assume, can I?

You can probably guess who was fucking peering into the train station exit today again at 4pm sharp. Turns out he didn't stop appearing there for good and it has me wondering if it's a coincidence or because he saw me yesterday down a nearby street. The staring is so obvious that even though I make a point of not looking directly at him whenever he's there it is really noticeable. He'll literally turn his head as I walk by it's so fucking creepy. Maybe he thinks I don't notice or something, I don't know.

I'm on mobile so I apologize if the formatting is weird. I also apologize for poor Grammar because not matter how good my English grade is I still can't type.

To start I am a 17f and I am in 12th grade aswell I already have somewhat of a fear of older men/men in general due to my own experiences. Another thing is that I have really intense in anxiety so makes it hard for me to make my discomfort known.

I had this math teacher back in my 11th grade year who really creeper me out as he would get really close too me(I could smell his breath close), touch my shoulder or shake me as joke. Which put me off but I shoved the feeling down as I thought my fear was clouding my judgement until well this year.

This year I had class that required me to walk past his room to get two my first period. Normally I would just not make eye contact to not start a conversation it worked for awhile until one day I was walking but was stopped by him, he grabbed me by my shoulder and wouldn't let me go until I smiled at him. I did smile at him and after he let me go I quickly ran towards my first period.

Now I avoid that hallway entirely despite me having to walk up and down stairs to avoid him. Turns out other female students also found her very creepy after I told my friends I found him creepy.

(Venting cause tf?) I came from Starbucks and decided to get some batteries for my TV remote. So I stopped at the dollar store, parked and went inside. It was normal UNTIL a og pimp decided to catcall me and say "hey sexy lady". I ignored him and walked to the toothpaste (I needed that too). He then says "what, you can't say hi?" So I said hi and proceeded to look at the toothpaste. He then says some jibberish and goes into the checkout line of course holding it up cause the dollar store is ghetto asf.

Finally find the toothpaste im looking for and the turns the corner to the batteries. I look for a minute and I turn to see him second in the line. Okay cool he forgot about me. Haha he didn't. I get in line behind a guy that's nicely dressed and a lady is standing behind me. This og pimp is looking at me the whole damn time. He then stops, says he forgot something and comes right towards me. As he passes me he touches my shoulder while saying "I like you" and in my head im saying nicxa I don't like your ass tf?

He then grabs what he needed and walks into the line when people were complaining he was taking too long. He gets back into the line, and again...stares at me. The lady finally checks out his things, he grabs his stuff and then looks at me again. He does the 2 finger "im looking at you gesture. Finally he leaves.

I thought it was over. Haha unknowingly I passed by his car while I was going to mine and I hear a BEEP BEEP "hey! Hey! Can I get your number? Yall, this nicca waited for me in his car.... so I yelled back Nooo! He says "why can't we be friends?" I said "because im not interested sorry". I get in my car, he backs out and leaves. He goes to the left and I go to the right. I drove to KFC by my house to make sure I didn't see him again as I didn't want to lead him to my house if he was following me. When it was clear to takeoff, I headed back home.

All I wanted was some toothpaste and batteries man wtf! And I was wearing a ugly ass outfit. Literally a hoodie, jeans and sketchers....spanaway is ghetto man. Dont move here.

(Disclaimer) The reason I didnt cus him out was because there was babies standing behind him and I didn't want to scare them from a confrontation, so I kept my cool. But I promise you I wanted to freak tf out on him. If you remember my last story on here, it happened at the park. Short ladies, be wary. Im 27 and I know I look pretty fucking young. But men WILL take advantage of this shit and its not cool by any means.

My bf and I were feeding the ducks. Some lady playing weird music walks over and says “do you know where these cross streets are”. We give them to her and she responds “thanks. Because there are cameras ‘protecting’ everywhere”. We both nod and smile bc we have no idea what she’s talking about and decide to leave. She waves at me then follows us to our car and starts taking pictures of the license plate?! Like wtf. She was probably insane but still unsettling

This happened fairly recently. I was trying to get a train to the city for a night of drinking with some friends. Unfortunately the trains weren't running to the city centre that day for some reason, so they had a replacement bus service instead. So off I toddled looking for where they'd hidden the replacement buses in the train station.

After a while, it seemed like I was on the right track. Just as I'd found a very promising corridor, I heard running footsteps coming from behind me. I glanced round to find an Arabic man sprinting to a stop beside me. I know he was Arabic because he tried to offer to teach me Arabic while I was trapped with him later on.

He asked me if I knew where the replacement bus service was. I replied that I was probably just as lost as he was, and I was trying to find it myself. I thought that would be the end of our interaction, but he continued walking beside me. Fair enough, I thought, we're both looking for the same thing so maybe he thinks we stand a better chance of finding it together.

I wish I'd turned around and darted into the bathroom or something.

It turned out the corridor did lead to the replacement bus, and the driver was standing outside the doors. He assured us we had plenty of time and were the first ones here. He opened the doors to let us in, and the bus was completely empty. I decided to take a random seat in the middle and huddled up next to the window ready to put my headphones on.

And where does this guy choose to sit in the completely empty bus? Right next to me, trapping me in the row of seats. I thought it was a little weird at the time, but figured no harm would come of it.

He asks me why I'm headed to the city centre. I tell him I'm meeting friends there for a girls night out, then very pointedly put my headphones on and start finding a good song to listen to. He insists he should join us, but I tell him it's girls only and I don't really know him. He answered that we could get to know each other and he'll buy me a drink. I tell him no thanks, I just want to see my friends today.

The bus has gotten moving at this point, and there are a few others on board. From there he proceeds to badger me with questions, all of which I ignore or give one word answers to. After a bunch of them, my replies become variations of "I just want to listen to my music now" and "I'm not interested in talking, sorry".

He starts complimenting my body, telling me he thinks I'm beautiful and repeating over and over "I really like you". My only responses now are "leave me alone" every so often, and I'm visibly shrinking away from him as he's leaning closer. The bus driver doesn't seem to know where he's going for his next stop, and the city centre is ages away. I'm trapped in the seat and starting to really panic.

He starts stepping up to "I love you"s and leans right up to me making kissing sounds with his lips. That was the moment my hero intervened. It was a man around my age sitting a few seats back. I'll quote what I can remember of the conversation:

Hero: "Excuse me mate, she's asked you multiple times to leave her alone."

Creep (through gritted teeth): "Fuck off!"

H: "You need to move away from her, you're clearly bothering her."

C: "Mind your own business, we're fine!"

H (to me): "Do you want him to move?"

Me (practically pinned against the window, getting pretty scared): "Yeah..."

C: *Gets up and storms up to the man* "Do you wanna fight? Do you wanna fucking go right now?"

H: "Nah I'd rather you control yourself and leave her alone."

Creep is visibly ready to start throwing punches when the driver calls back if there's a problem and if he needs to kick anyone off the bus. The creep quietly says no and moves to a few seats behind my hero, much to my relief. I mouth several thank yous to my hero, who just smiles like it was no big deal.

The creep tries following me off the bus, but my friends meet with me so he walks off.

I'm so glad my hero intervened when he did!

I was walking the 4 blocks to the JCC by my house and meeting my two best friends who were sisters D and B. I was walking and feeling relaxed because I’d walked to the J a million times before.

I started walking past a small empty office building and that’s when a noticed dark car idling way in the back. The car had tinted windows and the driver rolled down his window and said I was very beautiful and if I’d modeled. He had sunglasses and a baseball cap on. He also had a salt and pepper red beard.He looked like he was in his 30’s or 40’s.

I said yes and he asked if he could take my pictures. I stupidly told him my plans to meet B and D. He said he could tell I’d modeled. I was getting more creeped out. He continued to talk to me and took a couple photos.

As he continued to talk to me I got a bad feeling. My heart dropped into my stomach. I remembered what my parents said about not talking to strangers and all my alarms were going off.

He slightly moved his car and it terrified me. He asked me to come over so he could get better pictures. Suddenly it was like I was hyper aware of everything. I told him I had to meet my mom which was different from what I told him earlier but I didn’t even think of that I was so terrified. He kept trying to get me closer to his car.

I saw a woman watering her lawn and I said she was my mom and I broke off in a sprint all the way home. I was shaking and crying by the time I got home.

I told my mom and she took me to the police station. To my shock D and B were there. He’d gone to the JCC where I said I was meeting them. He just took their pictures which they thought was funny. We did a police sketch and found out there was another girl he’d taken pictures of and tried to take her.

They never caught him and it also scares me thinking about this pedophile and who knows what else on the loose.

So I’m new to this city for a concert I’m gonna see. It’s my first time traveling alone so I feel like the safest spot for me is just to relax and read some manga in the city library while I wait for my hotel check in time to come.

Well, I guess I picked a bad spot to read at because people kept trying to talk with me, which is fine but I’m too shy to just tell em to go away. One person sat a table across from me and asked me where I’m from and who I came with. Obviously I lied, even though I assumed this person was an older lady. (They were wearing a hat and thick coat so I couldn’t really tell)

I was nicer to them than I should’ve been, since I assumed this older lady was the chatty type you know. She says I look young and have nice hair and stuffs, and asks if I’m from around here, where my parents are (I’m an adult lol)

Well, turns out they’re not a lady, as I got a closer look at them as he came closer and he comes to sit next to me. He asks me for my number, and stupidly I did give him my actual number. He wrote his down and his name, and asked me to write my name too. I put a fake name.

Then he gives me his phone to put in the info and compares the written to the one I put in his phone. (Real number fake name)

I can’t bring myself to refuse since none of the librarians were looking our way, and he was very big so I didn’t wanna make him mad or something.

Then he turns to leave and asks when he can call me and I’m like “oh just whenever haha…”

(Obv I blocked him when he tried to call later, so I hope he assumes my number was fake too.)

But as he left, he asked if I had a Facebook, and I said no, and then he ASKS TO TAKE A PHOTO OF ME?? He’s like can I take some pictures of you if you don’t have a Facebook and I nervously laugh like um no?? Honestly what…?

Anyway, I don’t think I’ll visit a big city library again 🥲🥲 ill go to Barnes and noble next time or something

Two separate but equally creepy and scary incidents!

Hello fellow redditers, This is my first posting on here, so please bear with me lol

Below I’ve shared my two creepiest scariest encounters that still send shivers down my spine to this day.

Be safe out there everyone!

(#1): I was in my early twenties in graduate school, spending a lot of late nights studying with friends on campus. One night I left school to head back home after a long study session. It was a little past midnight.

About two-thirds of the way home, realized that I needed to pump gas bc my gas tank was pretty much empty. Fast-forward a few minutes later, I was at the gas station I frequented often that was nearby my home. I was the only one pumping gas there…no one else around.

I was done and just waiting for my receipt to print out, when out of nowhere this middle-aged lady popped up in front of me. She had no car with her. She asked me for a favor. I had an uneasy sense about her from the get-go. Just got bad vibes from her, so I slowly started to back away from her and reaching for my car door handle.

So she states that she needs a ride to her place that’s not too far away, meanwhile kept looking in the direction of the dark side of the gas station’s building with no lights. I asked her if she had a family member she could call to come pick her up or if I could call her a cab, but she chose to ignore my questions insisting on me giving her a ride. I told her that I was in a rush and had to leave right away, then immediately proceeded to jump in my car, lock all the doors and drive away.

You know how sometimes you come across some people and they just give you a bad gut feeling, that you can’t just quite pinpoint and shake off? Well, that was definitely the case here. I’m pretty sure the “ride” she needed was a ruse to get both of us in my car where she’d probably pull out some sort of hidden weapon on me ordering me to take her to her accomplices who were hiding by the gas station building to kidnap me and subsequently rob me, even potentially murdering me.

That’s the only thing that makes sense about this very strange uncomfortable encounter. After that night, I never went back to that gas station and also never pumped gas alone late in the night.

(#2): I had a pup that I would take out several times a day, including late in the evenings before heading to bed. Our neighborhood was pretty safe and it never crossed my mind that I’d ever run into a scary situation like the one I did that one night.

So, I’m walking my dog down my street n we stopped by his favorite tree so he can tinkle. As he is doing so, out of the corner of my eye I see a darkened figure coming our way. I turn around to see a tall male figure with a lowered hoodie over his head, starting to pick his pace towards me.

Right then, my pup started barking intensely in his direction. So I pickup my dog and start running towards my house. I got a really bad feeling about this guy who at this point started to run as well.

I safely made it to my house around the corner, locked the door and turned off the lights discreetly peeking out from behind a curtain to see if I could see him. He is basically standing in the middle of the street right across my house intensely looking around for who I presume was me. Then after walking back and forth and looking around for a while, he finally left. He seemed to be pretty aggravated. I was so scared that I was shaking.

I’m pretty sure he saw a lone female in the dark and thought he’d take advantage of that opportunity. Thankfully, not long after, we ended up moving away, but this disturbing occurrence stayed with me and still gives me the chills. God knows what would’ve happened to me if he had in fact caught up with me. Yikes!

I’m 19F, at the time I worked at a resort, we closed at 10pm bus showed up at 10:20 pm, im taking my usual route and I have my headphones on. Usually when I do im paying attention to shadows, sounds, and looking behind me, one ear is always out.

At the point im walking up to my bus stop that’s on the right side of the sidewalk, and right across on the left side theirs this door way entrance but it created a little nook if you know what I mean. I always wait in that nook.

This time I decide to stand by the road right next to the actual buss stop, maybe a minute later I turn around and there’s this man in the door way “nook” I ignore it but position my self so I can see him through my side view.

A few seconds later he walks up and asks me if I’m taking the bus, didn’t think much of it because I’ve had that happen a lot so I reply with a yes, he says nothing for a few seconds then says “I’ll be waiting over here” giggles, then backs up into the nook.

A few minutes go by and he walked up to the bench which my back is facing, so I reposition my self again, and in the corner of my eyes I can see him unzip his bag, and slip a pocket knife up his sleeve, and walks back into the nook.

At this point I decide to move infront of the bus stop, (it’s the ones you see with the cover you’ll see on the side of the road yk) along the curb so my backs facing everything but him, he then sees that walks past me and tried to go around the actual bus stop and walk right up behind me, as he’s walking behind me (maybe 4 feet away) I turn around and stare at him, he pauses, smiles, backs up walks around and goes back into the nook.

The bus shows up, I should’ve caught the next one, but he insists I go ahead of him, I get in and he follows me to the back of the bus (again I should’ve sat upfront) and sits in the row right next to me. We would’ve been shoulder to shoulder if the isle wasn’t there.

I was texting my boyfriend the entire time so he’s already at the bus stop waiting for me. This man followed me to my town, gets off with me, walks with me to the end of the side walk, and once he say my boyfriend turned right around. And waiting for next bus.

Long story short there was this man who looked to be in his 30's staring me down at the train station on my way home from school a couple of weeks ago. Initially I (17F) had been waiting near the station exit because it was absolutely pissing it down outside and I didn't have an umbrella on hand. I ended up waiting for a while after the raining had stopped because that man, who had waited near me for what I presume to be the same reason, had been staring at me the entire time. I hoped he'd leave before me but seeing as he didn't I eventually brushed it off and left the station.

Of course, because I wouldn't be writing this if he hadn't, the man followed me. He practically chased me down and managed to catch up to me at a red light. At this point I was alarmed because the route I have to take to reach my house is usually vacant and quite obscured and just generally not a safe area to go through alone.

Immediately he started to talk to me, offering to take me to lunch and buy me things. I was polite but very clearly dismissive and while he talked to me I quickly decided to turn in the opposite direction to reach one of the main streets where there'd likely be more people so that I wouldn't have to be alone with him any longer. He followed me there too and kept insisting on buying me an umbrella even though it stopped raining. I politely declined and was walking faster with every moment that passed but he just seemed to get frustrated and followed me the whole time up until I reached a store.

He didn't stop there of course. He walked into the store with me and the cashier seemed oblivious to how uncomfortable I was. I tried to distance myself by going through one of the isles, which was quite narrow, and the guy took that as an opportunity to grab me by the waist and run his hands down my lower back and I just froze.

At that point I felt defeated and decided to play along so I told him I'd write down his number at the exit and he seemed happy with that. He kept touching me and I feel disgusted just at the memory of it. I'm not even sure how many times he'd had his hands around me in the span of a few minutes. He'd hugged me at some point and grabbed me by the hands and wrists and I just barely dodged a kiss. Luckily I seemed convincing enough and he didn't follow me all the way to my house like he was insisting on.

I didn't see him again for a week, so I started to let my guard down, but as of a few days ago I keep finding him sat in front of the train station at the time that I come back from school. I've seen him 4 days in a row now and although it's probably a coincidence and I shouldn't think much of it it's a really unpleasant reminder. Every time I see him he's sitting on a bench on the street I have to cross, and he just stares at me. It is beyond creepy.

Recently I (27f) was out doing some errands when my girlfriend asked if I would pick her up some cigarettes, simple enough I decided to stop at gas station iv been to a time or to before and walk in and go straight to the counter.

I waited for the employee to finish with the person infront of me when a random man cut right in-front of me, right as the previous person was finished. I thought whatever (I’m very non-confrontational) and just shrugged it off at no big deal.

The employee then proceeded to tell man that he cut me and that I was next while motioning for me to come forward , the guy then grunted and moved to behind me. I quietly thanked the gas station employee and recognized him from a previous gas station stop, he started talking to me asking how my day was and what I was doing and was noticeably more talkative than the previous time. He then started to talk about how I was looking cute today and started commenting about the shorts I was wearing and I could start to feel the knot in my stomach.

I began panicking and quickly trying to get my payment ready when the employee continued commenting about the length of my shorts saying “those are the shortest I’ve seen” and “it’s like your trying to get me turned on” I was absolutely frozen and could only muster a slight uncomfortable chuckle and looked up to see his face

That’s when I noticed that he was berly looking at me but almost staring through me or behind me? I also then remembered that there was another customer behind me and couldn’t believe the employee was telling me this with others around?

swiped my card grabbed the cigarettes and slowly backed out while the machine processed the payment.

As I was backing out I could hear him continue to say something about wanting me to come back to visit him but by that point I was already half way out the door

why would an employee tell this to someone! And with someone else right behind me! Whole thing has left me feeling completely creeped out and fearful of gas stations

My mom (F41) and I (F16) decided to go on a girls' trip to Target to grab some essentials. Once we entered, we headed straight to the clothing section to check out some cute items. My younger brother (M2) was at home with my dad. While my mom browsed for clothes for him in the toddler’s section, I got bored and told her I was going to check out the music album and book section.

We separated, and I started looking through the K-pop shelf. Nothing particularly interesting caught my eye, but I noticed a plushie on the top shelf that clearly didn’t belong there. Someone’s parent had probably said no and left it on the nearest shelf instead of putting it back.

As I bent down to check the albums on the bottom shelf, a random old man approached from behind and poked the plushie. In a high-pitched voice, he exclaimed, “Beep!” as if trying to make me laugh. I wasn’t crouched down, I had my hands on my knees. I stood up straight and looked at him in confusion. I didn’t say anything, but I was thinking, “Hello? Personal space?” He smiled at me weirdly, and I quickly rushed to find my mom. I felt uncomfortable but tried to push it out of my mind.

I considered telling an employee about the incident, but it was late, and I didn’t want to make a big deal out of it. I just wanted to go home. Thankfully, my mom and I made it home safely, and I never saw that guy again.

I used to do DoorDash on the side, just for some extra cash. Nothing too crazy—until a few months ago, when something happened that I still can’t stop thinking about. And to be honest, I haven’t done a single delivery since.

It was around 11 PM, and I was finishing up my last order for the night. The delivery was in a quiet, upscale LA neighborhood—nothing out of the ordinary. I pull up, leave the car running like I always do, grab the food, and drop it off. Super normal, no weird vibes from the customer or anything.

But as I walk back to my car, something feels… off. I can’t explain it, but the air felt heavier, like I could sense something was wrong before I even got to the door. I get in the driver’s seat, close the door, and glance in the rearview mirror.

That’s when I see him.

There’s a guy sitting in my back seat. Just sitting there, hoodie pulled low over his face, completely still. My heart stopped. I was frozen, staring at him through the mirror, trying to figure out how the hell he got in my car.

I managed to stammer out, “Can I help you?” And that’s when he leans forward, just a little, and I can finally see his eyes. They were wide and bloodshot, like he hadn’t slept in days. He leans back again and, in the calmest voice, says, “Drive.”

I don’t know why, but I did. I started driving, my mind racing, trying to figure out what to do. He didn’t say anything else. Just sat there, completely calm, while I drove through these dark streets, and I’m just freaking out inside, thinking this is it—this is how I’m going to get robbed, or worse.

Then he tells me to turn down a side street. It’s dark, barely any streetlights, and I’m just thinking, “This is where it’s going to go down.” But right as we approach a gas station—well-lit, a few people around—I slam on the brakes, throw the car in park, and jump out, screaming for help.

The gas station clerk runs out, and I’m yelling that there’s a guy in my back seat. But when we go back to the car? It’s empty. The guy was gone. No sign of him anywhere. He just… vanished.

I have no idea how he got out so fast or where he went, but I didn’t care. I got back in my car, locked the doors, and drove straight home. I’ve replayed that night over and over in my head, and it still doesn’t make sense.

That was months ago, and I haven’t touched the DoorDash app since. I don’t know if I ever will. It’s not worth risking something like that happening again.

Freshman year of college, I met this guy. We lived in the same dorm and were part of the same Living Learning Community (LLC), which is a program my university had for freshman so they could meet people with similar interests. My particular LLC had an additional class to go along with it. I officially met KG in that class, and we got along well enough. We really only talked when the professor had us discuss in groups and I didn't see him outside of class much. Every now and then we'd pass each other on campus and maybe wave or stop for a short chat.

Soon, classes started to ramp up. I was an architecture major, and sadly it became common for me to get back to my dorm well after 2:00 in the morning. Thankfully, I lived close and would typically walk back with a friend anyway. Plus, campus was well lit, and my dorm was a straight shot from the architecture building. I felt completely safe, even walking alone. Normally, when I got back no one would be in the common area, which I had to walk past to get to my room. But it wouldn't be strange for a group (of guys, typically) to be hanging out, playing pool, etc. This is where I would most often run into KG during freshman year. He'd wave, and if I was awake and aware enough to notice him, I'd wave back. Sometimes he'd just be coming back too and would hold the door open for me, and we'd talk for a bit.

He seemed nice enough, though I didn't know him that well. We had the same type of humor, and he was easy to talk to. But as a few months went by, things started to pop up. No red-flags or anything disturbing, just...odd. Random. One day, I ran into him on my way back from the campus store. We talked for a bit, and he asked if I wanted a chopstick. As he said this, he pulled out a pair of chopsticks, the kind we got from the dining hall. He said they were extra and that he didn't need them. Personally, I find random and semi-chaotic things pretty funny, and the thought of telling my friends how a guy just handed me chopsticks made me laugh. So, I took them. They were still in the packaging, but it was just the royal bamboo brand. Thinking back on it, I wouldn't have known if they'd been used or not. I don't remember what I did with them.

That interaction struck me as slightly strange, but I brushed it off, thinking he was just being quirky. I had a lot of friends that I could see doing the same thing and just acting random and chaotic to be funny, but only among our friend group. Not to a near stranger.

Nothing else of note happened freshman year. Sophomore year, sadly, is another story.

Early fall semester, I went to the dining hall alone. While I like eating with others, I enjoyed the time to myself to just watch a show or listen to a podcast. After I finished, I happened to pass KG on my out. He was sitting down, also by himself. We got to talking about summer, classes, etc. Somehow, we got on the topic of my dress, and I mentioned how I wished it had pockets. He mentioned he knew how to sew; we talked about hobbies for a bit, and then I left. A few weeks later, we had almost repeat interaction, except this time we got there at the same time. He was already set with his food, so he followed me around as I got mine, and then I sat down with him. It was a regular conversation, but I got the impression that he wasn't really listening to my responses, instead just preparing what he was going to say next. Often, it wouldn't have anything to do with what we were talking about. Or it would be sort of random again. For instance, we were talking about work, and he said his coworker told him he was just like Jesus.

Interesting. I asked in what way, he said the guy just said some verses from Ephraim (not a book in the Bible) or Ecclesiastes. Okay then. Another example, during the same conversation, he said if I was ever bored, he had an Xbox at his apartment (we no longer lived in the same dorm). That's all well and good, but we weren't talking about anything to do with games or boredom. He was like this throughout the conversation. Anyways, we ended up switching numbers, and the next day I added him on Snapchat.

This is where things begin to get weird. Given KG's comments about sewing and Xbox, I got the idea that maybe he liked me, though I wasn't sure how I felt. He added me back on SC, and we had a short conversation about the weather. Out of the blue, he asked if I wanted him to bring me food. Once again, the topic of food or hunger hadn't come up. I was a bit weirded out but brushed it off. I sent him a picture of the snacks I had in my dorm saying I was all set but thank you.

We would snap every couple of days, I'd send him pictures of my messy desk and drawings, I don't remember what pictures he sent. Several more times, always out of the blue, he'd ask if he could bring me food, if I wanted him to bring me food, etc. I always said no, because I thought it was strange. If he was trying to ask me out, why wouldn't he ask if I wanted to go somewhere and get food with him? Or do something together? That approach makes more sense to me, rather than bringing me some unspecified meal. Also, there was the question of, would he stay with me while I ate it? Or would he drop it off and leave? If it was the latter, I knew I'd feel guilty, like I was using him. Not to mention, if he was trying to ask me out, why wouldn't he change up his approach, especially since I kept turning him down?

Finally, there came a time where I mentioned I was cold, and he asked if I wanted him to bring me coffee. I was tempted, because coffee sounded pretty nice. And at least I knew what I'd be getting. But then came the questions. Would he pay for it? I didn't want him to, because then I'd feel like I owed him something. I was also trying to save money, so I didn't want to buy my own coffee. Plus, it was raining (hence the cold), and I didn't want him to go to the trouble of walking in the storm. To top it off, I didn't really want him in my studio anyway (architecture classroom). I had already decided I wasn't interested in him like that but would continue to be semi-friends with him, and I was afraid if I let him buy/bring me food I'd be leading him on.

So, I turned him down, again.

Later, around dinner time, he asked if I liked kiwis. I told him I'd never actually had one before.

He asked if I'd like him to bring me one. At this point, I just appreciated that I knew what I'd be getting and (theoretically) there was no money involved. I said sure. Later that evening he showed up at my dorm, in a black trench coat. (This is the first I've seen in person in several months, every other interaction had been over Snapchat). Right after I let him in, before we even made it to the kitchen, he pulled from the depths of his coat a set of knives. They were pretty shiny, and I admired them. I knew he liked to cook, so it made sense to me that he would have them. Going into the kitchen, we chatted while he pulled out two kiwis and washed them and I sat down at a nearby table. He came over and gave me the one he had cut in half, sitting across from me. As I'm spooning out the fruit, I notice he's just looking at me. I ask if he's going to eat his.

"Oh, they're both for you."

That confused me a bit. He brought two kiwis, and was apparently planning on watching me eat both of them. I've never been comfortable in a situation where I'm the only one eating, so I joked/insisted that he eat the other one. I then watched as he grabbed the one in front of him, uncut, and bit into it. Skin and all. Apparently, you can do that. He proceeded to eat it like an apple, and then hinted that he hadn't had dinner yet. I had, and I had a paper to write. Against my better judgment, and wanting to procrastinate, I said I could eat. (In my defense, my first dinner sucked). Leaving for the dining hall, he recognized and waved to some people in my common room. I asked how he knew them; he said he was their weed friend last year.

Ah.

He assured me he hadn't partaken, only sold. Now, I'm not into drugs, and I try to steer of people who do. Nothing against them, but life is easier for me that way. Besides, I have asthma.

At dinner, we had another conversation just like the others, with a bunch of sudden topic changes. Leaving, I naturally went to the crosswalk near the dining hall, because I thought this was the end of our hangout. He'd have to cross the sidewalk to go home, and this is where I'd say goodbye. That didn't happen. We were just standing there, now, not moving. I asked where he was going.

"Oh, I was following you."

Okay...and I had brought him to the crosswalk, a pretty big hint that this was over. With no polite way to tell him to go home, we ended up going back to my dorm. His friends weren't there, and with no reason to go into the kitchen, we just walked down the hallway. In no way did I want to bring him to my room, so I made a desperate turn into the vending machine room. We talked a bit in here, he looked at the candy and asked what my favorite was. These machines didn't have my favorite, and I joked that I was broke anyway, so it didn't matter.

Again, he offered to buy it for me. This at least had more context, and a better reason(?) Anyway, I thanked him but declined, not wanting to risk leading him on. We talked some more, until eventually I said I had to go write my paper. In response, he laid down on the counter. I laughed, so it wouldn't be awkward and because he was trying to be funny, and then walked him to the door. I couldn't just wave goodbye from inside because he was standing out there, waiting. I couldn't just stick my head out and wave either, because all the walls and doors are glass, and that'd look pretty weird. So, I stepped out. He made this move with his arm, I looked to me like he was going to hug me, and it resulted in a weird, side-hug moment. He looked at me and asked what that was, I joked I didn't know. He said he wanted to dap me up, so we did that. Three times. Then he left, disappearing into the night with his black trench coat and knives.

I don't see him again, and gradually over winter break our snaps stopped.

Now, it's February. I'd crossed paths with him a lot more, mainly on the way to the dining hall. We'd usually just wave and smile, sometimes he'd try and touch me, either with a high-five or fist bump to the shoulder. Once I ran into him in the dining hall, he asked me about winter break, and if I'd slain all my enemies. That's a bit of the quirkiness I was somewhat used to with my friends, so it didn't seem too weird to me. I ran into him another time though, and had an almost shot for shot conversation, including the 'slain enemies' line. I guess it was his new opener.

One day, I'm having lunch by myself. I had a good stretch of time to eat and relax before I had to give a presentation. Enjoying my food and my podcast, all of a sudden, my table starts to shake. It was wobbly anyway, so I thought someone bumped into it, until I saw something drop to the floor. Rushing to swallow, take out my earbuds, and clear the hair from my eyes, I look up and lock eyes with KG. He was sitting (uninvited) at my (very small) table and was incredibly obnoxious doing it. Granted, maybe that wasn't all his fault, but still. Now, I have an angry resting face anyways, and was feeling irritated, so I didn't try too hard to make my face look neutral. I said hello, but his only response was to quickly wag his finger near the side of his mouth, for an uncomfortable amount of time. Eventually, seeing that I wasn't getting it, he said I had something on my face. I wipe it away, but nothing was there. He looks confused, then shrugs.

"Huh. Guess it's dead skin."

Just what every girl wants to hear.

I just look at him, growing more irritated. He decides to restart this interaction. He tells me he liked my hair (I had cut it) and asks about winter break (again), then asks/clarifies that I had a dog. I thanked him for the compliment, said yes, I had a dog and asked if he wanted to see pictures. He said yes, and as I'm going to pull up pictures, he says he'll show me pictures of the puppy his family put down.

Hearing the word 'puppy' I had begun to aww, but when he said 'put down' I wasn't sure what to do. It was so out of the blue. I don't think I said anything. When we showed the pictures, he said he was too sad, so he showed me pictures of another dog. Then--

"What do you think of Our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ?"

I thought this was weird wording. Isn't the question, 'do you know Our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ?' Anyways, I said I liked Him. KG did an exaggerated thinking face, hand stroking the (nonexistent) beard and everything.

"Are you a Christian?"

"Yep."

"Do you know what Monday school is?"

I asked if he meant Sunday School, but he was adamant that these kids he grew up with went to Monday school. I said I had no idea, maybe it was a different denomination, or just an after-school club. He shrugged, then said,

"I have a pentagram in my apartment."

I nod, taken aback. "Weird. Why?"

"It was left by the previous tenant."

I'm imaging a big bloody pentagram, like the kind they use in horror movies. So, I jokingly ask if it's drawn in blood.

He pauses for a second, and his eyes seem to light up. "Yes." He then proceeds to go into how much blood, the type of blood, where it came from, etc. I zone out. Somewhere along the way he points at my food and calls it shit. It was lo mein, thank you very much, and delicious. Now my appetite is gone, and I'm progressively more irritated. In his defense, he did ask several times if I had somewhere to be. I should've taken the out, but since I technically didn't, I said no and stayed. I've since learned my lesson. At some point I ask how big this pentagram is, he holds up his hand, making a circle shape. So, smaller than a fist. That's a little underwhelming. He jokes that the person who drew was too lazy to finish, saying they didn't even draw the circle.

That's a star. If there's no circle, it's just a regular star.

We come to a lull in the conversation. He looks around, spots the napkin holder, and asks if I need one.

I shake my head. "No thanks, I'm all good."

He shrugs. "Okay." Grabbing a napkin, he folds it, tears off the corner, and eats it.

I'm in shock. We're just staring at each other, one person traumatized, the other eating a napkin. With no idea what to do, I tell him to swallow it. If he's making me experience this insanity, then he's going to swallow that napkin. Unfortunately, I don't think he does.

"How does it taste?" I ask.

He makes a face. "Gross."

"Well," I said, glancing at the holder. "It is recycled." (The holder proudly said the napkins were made from recycled paper).

"Oh--" His face lights up. "That means I could be eating a tampon!"

I don't laugh, and I guess seeing I don't find it funny, he grabs the rest of the napkin, thankfully doesn't eat it, but starts folding it up. I ask what he's doing. He says he's making a joint. Another joke? He then tells me about having to be careful and hiding drugs from the police, and about this crazy (drug) trip he went on when he hid drugs up his butt.

Honestly, this last part is all a blur. I know the story involved butt drugs, kindergarteners, and demons. I looked at my phone and said I had to go, and that this was a very wide-ranging conversation. He agreed, and said,

"Until we meet again."

Out of the corner of my eye I could see him watching me as I left. Nothing really strange, I guess, but I noticed.

That's the last conversation I had with him. I stopped eating lunch and switched to breakfast, wanting to avoid the possibility of seeing him one on one again. That also resulted in me crossing paths with him less on campus. My RD recommended I fill out a student concern report, because she thought maybe he was acting out in response to his puppy's death.

Maybe. I'm not sure what to think.

I'm going to end this story with the disclaimer that I'm not trying to be mean. I understand that people struggle with social anxiety/in social situations, and that there are mental disabilities/disorders/illnesses that could cause/result in someone acting in ways others would/could find strange. I don't know for certain if he struggled with anything like that, but I would never cut off a friendship or even an acquaintanceship for those reasons alone. I did enjoy talking to him and brushed off behaviors that stuck out to me because they were harmless (namely referring to the abrupt changes in topic and the repeated offering to bring me food). In his defense, I didn't have to agree to the kiwis, to get dinner that one time, or to stay in that last conversation as long as I did.

That said. It wasn't until the last interaction that I felt any need to distance myself, and I did so immediately.

Let me know what you think, and maybe what you would've done in my shoes.

For context, my sunglasses are probably 80% opaque mirrored aviators, and it's nearly impossible to see through them in the early evening.

This was about three years ago, but I remember the situation vividly as it was very unnerving. It was the height of the pandemic, and a family member and I decided to go to a dollar store in the evening to pick up a few groceries. We parked directly outside the dollar store, and my family member left the car to go inside to do the shopping. I stayed in the car with the radio running, vibing and minding my own business. I was wearing my mirrored aviators the whole time.

A man who looked exactly like a young Joe Pantoliano, wearing a skullcap, hopped out of the car adjacent to mine with his own elderly mother. The guy had an unforgettable mean mug, a constant frown. The two headed inside the dollar store.

A few minutes later and my family member finished shopping and came out of the store. We sat in the car for a moment while they looked over their receipt. Right before we pull out of the parking space, the guy exited the store and instantly began staring me down, making direct eye contact despite him not having any way of knowing I was looking at him, because of my glasses.

I felt creeped out by his expression, which was angry-looking. He kept staring at me, so as our car turned to leave the parking lot, I turned my head to stare back at him through the window. I looked in the rearview mirror at him, and I saw him frantically walking out into the middle of the parking lot, flailing his arms and screaming, still making direct eye contact through the rearview mirror.

I have never felt more unnerved by the stare of someone like how I felt with this man. His gaze was angry and his screaming reaction was like he knew who I was, despite never meeting him before.

Has anyone else had a strange encounter like this?

Just got back from work (late at night) and I stopped at the gas station on the way. For context I’m a guy in my 30s. As I pulled in to the gas station I noticed an old beater sedan with its lights off parked in the side of the building.

As I pulled past the car to park I saw someone was in there. So as I parked I look over and the other car starts moving with the lights off and parks two spaces down from me.

I keep looking because this is late at night and weird behavior. I see this guy (mid fifties white guy in a baseball hat) turn the interior light on and just stare me down. Not moving just staring. I’m like whatever and go get my stuff inside, the guy never gets out or goes inside.

As I’m leaving the store I can see he hasn’t moved an inch just following me with his eyes as I walk back to my car. At this point I’m holding the knife I carry in my pocket, ready for this guy to try something.

I make it to my car and climb in. And after I start the car I look over again and he’s still completely unmoving. Just staring straight at me with his interior light on. We’re the only two cars there.

At this point I’m thinking he’s either an unmarked cop, or a fucking serial killer. So I slowly pull out and watch him stare at me the whole time I drive out of the gas station. He never pulled out or followed.

Honestly it’s probably a boring story for you guys, but it was so uncanny and unsettling I wanted to post to see if anyone has had a similar encounter

ok so i work retail at a small vintage store in a big city, so we struggle with shoplifting. this woman came in and i was a bit suspicious from the get go, so i kept an eye on her. she grabbed a bunch of merchandise and eventually kinda tried to get behind the counter? i told her she could not do that and it was time for her to leave the store. she wouldn’t do so and was kinda quietly saying things under her breath. eventually she said “is (my name) here?” and i was like no, she is not. she said “do you know (my name)?” and again i was like no i don’t, because i was just moreso focused on getting her out of the store without the merch. she also said that im not supposed to be here if (my name) isn’t here, which is so strange because im the only one working and technically no one would be allowed in if i wasn’t there at the moment. what do you guys make of this? i feel pretty spooked!

In middle near Cleveland middle school in 2003 in Albuquerque New Mexico .I was walking home from my middle school and I was on my way home when I crossed the road intersection this road was by an elementary school and the corner of An Albuquerque bank .I was walking down the street when a truck was following me .I looked behind me in the corner of my eye from behind me was this truck following me. It was across the street and it started to pick up the pace. So I threw my self into a bush and saw the men circling the road I think trying to abduct and rape young elementary and middle school students. It gave me the chills how slowly the vehicle was moving towards an area where children were around. I never told police or anything about it because I really didn’t know if they were trying to abduct me or just driving by the area .

To start off, I look physically female. So this happened about a month ago while I was working in London. I had gone out on a date with a guy and decided to wear these heels I had to test and see how good they would be for walking around the city. To no one’s surprise, they were not comfortable at all.

So by the time I get back to the station closest to where I was staying my feet hurt like hell. So I was walking kind of slowly since there were blisters for days.

So as I am leaving the station I am on the phone with my mum when this guy walks up to me and asks if I had been drinking. I had not been but I suppose it looked like I could have been since my steps were a bit unsteady due to the uncomfortable dang shoes.

So generic looking frat bro wannabe asks me if I’m okay. I tell him I’m sober and that my shoes are just uncomfortable. Now I think that’s that and head towards the stairs that go down into my neighborhood.

But as I’m walking Captain Dipshit decides to try to talk to me once more. And I tell him I’m on the phone and to go away. I don’t need help.

Does he listen? Of course not. Now something to know about me. I am pushing six feet tall and with the heels on I was definitely over six foot. So I am by no means a small person.

So when I reach the base of the stairs. The idiot of course has walked down ahead of me.

What does he do when I reach the base of the stairs? He shows me a video of a woman sucking a dick and tries to hint I should do that for him.

But here is where this absolute dumbass made a mistake. I have dealt with far worse than some jackass on the street and do have extensive combat experience. So my immediate response to this was to ask him if he had a death wish while giving him my best death stare. And I have a very good one.

I then told him “Fuck off. Now.” and pointed towards the stairs to tell him to go back to the station. The guy was absolutely dumbfounded but did indeed fuck right off back to the train station. So at least he had the good sense to leave me alone after that.

And keep in mind. This all happened while I was on the phone with my mum.

It is absolutely astounding to me the audacity of absolute fuckwits like this. But needless to say, the jackass will probably think twice about harassing random women near the train station now.

It doesn’t happen often. But I do take joy when I get to teach these creep shows a lesson not to think so casually about harassing women.

Stay safe ladies. And remember. Don’t be polite to these creeps. Be loud, make a scene, act like an absolute crazy person. These assholes are looking for people who will be meek and quiet.

Be bold and know you have just as much right to space as everyone else. Thanks for coming to my Ted Talk. As the Halloween season approaches be the eldritch horrors and spooky specters you were meant to be. ♥️

This happened a few days ago when I (19 M) went to a festival in a city 2 hours away from my home. I booked a hotel room for three days and this happened on the second day. I had just woken up and was slightly hungover, so I decided to go eat a late lunch (this was at about 5 pm). I got back at around 7 pm and as I was approaching the entrance to the hotel, a guy in a suit holding a computer bag followed me to the door. He looked professional and like he just got back from some sort of meeting, so I didn't think too much.

I had an empty bottle of coke in one hand, so I struggled to pull out my card to open the door. I found it weird that he just stood behind me when he could've just opened the door if he was staying in the hotel, but I really did not realize that until after. Once I got in the building however, I noticed his weird behavior. He followed me to the reception because I needed to throw away the bottle and that's when I realized he was following me back to the elevators.

When I got to the elevators, he stood a few feet beside me and watched me press the up button. I was getting more and more suspicious, and I got really anxious when he walked into the elevator with me. I gave my back to him and pressed my floor number and moved to the right to let him press his floor number. Which he didn't. And that set of my alarms. I have social anxiety, and I couldn't bring myself to confront him. So, I just stood in silence and waited for the door to open. When the door opened, I walked out, and he followed close behind me. My room was at the end of the hall, and he followed me about halfway before a group of girls, clearly tipsy came out of their room and by gods graces I somehow knew one of them.

I made a big deal out of meeting her and they invited me to go clubbing with them. I obliged and just talked with them as I watched the guy slowly reverse to the elevators and get on one. When we finally went down, I noticed that he was not in the lobby, and I did not see him for the rest of my stay.

I really do not know what that was about, but it shook me to my core. Like I said, I have really bad anxiety at times, and this made me feel like vomiting. What scared me even more is that I am a physically big guy. I hit the gym almost every day and I tower over most people. So, I never thought something like this would happen to me. What freaks me out the most is that he just followed me so blatantly. I really do not know what to make of what happened, but if anyone has ANY idea as to what this guy was up to please feel free to share.

So this happened about 2 weeks ago. I was out late doing Uber and stopped at a Meijer to use the bathroom. For context this one had 2 bathrooms, one in the front right by the doors and one hidden in the way back of the store that most people don't even know is there. I went to the back one because it's usually way cleaner.

I head into a stall and as I'm doing my business, I notice a foot sliding underneath the stall next to mine and seemingly trying to touch my leg. I was a bit weirded out because I didn't think anybody was in there, but I just figured maybe some guy was for whatever reason trying to stretch his legs. I moved my foot away, and he pulled his leg back into his stall. I finished up and started washing my hands and all of a sudden, I got this really uncomfortable feeling.

I look over at the stalls and there is a bald guy staring at me from underneath the stall. He seemed like he was trying to be stealthy but also like he wanted me to notice? We made solid eye contact for what felt like 5 straight minutes. I said absolutely nothing and finished washing my hands and said fuck the hand dryer. Pretended I didn't notice and just booked it out of there. Part of me wants to assume it was some paranoid dude just shooting up but I'm almost positive it was some kind of vouyer or possibly worse.

I (28F) live in small, seemingly safe, but not so aesthetically nice subdivision. My partner (30M) works in law enforcement so I am home alone many nights throughout the week.

A few months ago we adopted a small dog and since I work remotely I frequently take our dog on walks throughout the neighborhood for exercise and to help with potty training.

We have lived in the neighborhood several years but normally do not walk the neighborhood much so we do not know many of our neighbors. Now that I go outside more I am beginning to meet more our neighbors. Usually it is simply a “hello” in passing but there are a few neighbors I now speak to frequently. Everyone seems harmless and friendly except this one neighbor who I will refer to as Bob (approximately 50M).

One day I was out walking my dog and as I passed Bob doing yard work he stopped me and said what a cute dog I had. He went onto to tell me about his time in the military, training bite dogs, how he was shot and had remnants behind his heart, etc. and while odd, it seemed friendly enough.

What I thought was going to be a 5 minute conversation turned into 90 minutes of me smiling, politely nodding, and slowly backing away.

I am going to try my best to retell the conversation from memory but it is hard because Bob was all over the place and his stories were not cohesive at all. While specific, they were very over the top and embellished. (Because of this I won’t give too many details for identity reasons.)

Essentially, he went on to talk about how rich and important he is along with his family yet he lives in a mobile home. He said he’s so important that he’s had every presidential cabinet on speed dial. That the government has flown him around the world on apaches to do top secret missions. That his family has gotten away with murder and it’s been swept under the rug by the government. That even googling his name would have the authorities sent to your door for questioning.

He said he used to be in construction and did masonry work for a bunch of celebrities and still hangouts with a lot of them. He said he speaks seven languages, has a black belt in martial arts and wrestles alligators. He asked me to feel his arm muscles and lifted up his shirt to show me his scars. I could literally go on and on about all the crazy and incoherent things he said. At this point, I chalked it up to the ramblings of someone not mentally ok.

It took a turn when he asked “your old man is the cop that lives down the street,right?”. I wish I wouldn’t have made the mistake of saying yes. (As a woman, it can be hard to set boundaries with people like this for fear of confrontation or things escalating.)

Bob proceeds to tell me how his son (who turns out went to high school with my partner and I) and my partner don’t get along. He said he thinks it has something to do with my partner and his son’s “baby momma” as Bob put it. For context, my partner and I are highschool sweethearts and we never really spoke to Bobs son as he was in a different grade than us and we certainly haven’t spoken to him since graduating. Neither of us know the mother of child.

Bob also started making comments on my hair (it is red which is often fetishized) and asked me to take my sunglasses off so he could see my eyes. He said I reminded him of an old neighbor he used to have and he also said I reminded him of his daughter. He kept saying you are a pretty girl and remind me of my insert Bobs daughter’s name here.

He then proceeds to tell me about all the hot women he’s slept with and how he’s been to court for over 50 paternity tests and wants to know if he might be my dad. (I am not originally from this area and my parents have been together 33 years. No way Bob is my dad).

I am sure I am leaving a BUNCH of stuff out but you get the gist. I finally was able to make a break for it, finished my walk and headed home.

This was about 3 weeks ago and I no longer go for walks with my dog. I take him to a park or a friend’s house. Since then Bob has come to my house and knocked on my door three times. The last time being today. I obviously did not answer the door all three times. The past two times my partner was not home and today my partner was sleeping (night shift worker).

I am honestly a little freaked out and not sure what to do. My plan was to keep ignoring him but I am afraid it will escalate or I will run into him outside since I still have to take my dog out to go to the bathroom. My mom wants my partner to go talk to Bob to see what his problem is or what he wants. I think that is a bad idea.

Please let me know what you guys think. Do you think he’s harmless and a bit mentally unstable or do I have something to worry about here?

UPDATE:

I looked him up on our county’s clerk of courts website and wow….he has a very long rap sheet dating all the way back to the 80’s to present day.

It started off with traffic infractions, careless driving, running stop signs, etc but quickly escalated to possession and dealing of meth and cocaine (several charges), charges of soliciting prostitution, two chargers of kidnapping, and TONS of battery charges, aggravated assault with a deadly weapon, grand theft of firearms, burglary, burglary with a firearm, domestic violence, violation of a protection order, and that is all I saw before I had to stop. I even thought maybe I was looking at the wrong person but I confirmed the full name and DOB.

Going to do some more digging…

Back in 2023 me and my partner were both living at his mums house. Most days we’d get home from work (about 5pm), get dressed and then we would go to these woods in the hills just outside the town we live in.

For context, these woods as a whole are 12 miles long and 4 miles wide. There’s breaks in the woods of farmland and fields creating separate woods over these hills with different names, you can walk through these woods if you want. There’s paths winding through most of the woods as trails and if you want to walk over the span of hills (from one side to the other) you can if you really want too, just most of it’s through the woods and uphill if your coming from the south.

The one we always went too is called Winddown woods.

So me and my partner would go to these woods nearly every day after we finished work just to go for a walk or a smoke or both. We went about doing our usual routine, walking around and talking about our days, following the trail in these woods that loops around a large set of trees with more around you on the outside. Would kind of look like a messed donut from birds-eye view I guess.

We were walking on the path that takes you back up towards the top of the woods (point A, see photo below this paragraph) that path also takes you down towards the car park once you get to the meeting point of all the paths. When we see this man in the distance walking down the path at point B. Point B are one of the trails that just goes up into the woods beyond Winddown. We’ve still got to get to the meeting point of all the paths to get back to the car.

At this point he’s pretty far away from us still but I had a bad feeling because the first thing I noticed about this man when we got closer was that he was wearing office shoes and carrying a pair of hiking boots whilst seemingly on a walk in the woods.

We were talking about this as we were walking up and laughing about how strange it was, the guy was walking faster than us as he was going downhill and reached the meeting point of the paths a few minutes before we did but we could see him the whole time. When he got to the meeting point of the paths all he did was stand there.. he didn’t do anything. He just stood and was looking around. I had a really bad feeling at this point as he didn’t even look like he was lost he just looked like he was waiting for something.

Me and my partner were pretty weirded out at this point and were thinking about turning around and heading back down into the woods and go back around the long way, just to get away from this guys weird ass vibes. In the end we decided that walking back down into the woods would ultimately look way too suspicious as the man had definitely seen us walking up the path towards him the same time we’d seen him walking down.

So we just kept walking up, the whole time this guys still just standing there looking around with these shoes in his hands. Having no other choice than to walk past this guy to get to the path down to the car park, we went up and past him. Getting close to him I saw something that worried me more than it weirded me out, the guy had a backpack on and there was a handle coming out of. 100% the handle of a hammer or an axe I knew it couldn’t have been else. He hadn’t been on a phone at all the whole time we’d seen him not even when he was just loitering around. Just more and more stuff adding up and freaking a man out.

As we walked past him and started down the path towards the car park, the guy decides he now knows where he needs to go without getting a phone out or a compass, nothing, and starts walking down behind us. At this point I was freaking out and so was my partner (who doesn’t usually get paranoid about stuff like this because I do it all the time for no reason, but this guy was not right.) there were no other cars in the car park out mine so he had no reason to be walking there.

We were walking as fast as we could without running away from this guy. After what felt like a lifetime, we got to car, locked the doors and drove off. I didn’t even look back.

To this day I think about that guy and how strange he was acting but then again I think about how strange we were probably acting and maybe the poor guy was simply on a walk.

Cut to just the other week and me and partner are at our friends house for their birthday just hanging out, meeting their other friends we haven’t met before having a blast. But as usual with every small group hangout, it got late and we started talking about weird experiences we’d had and spooky encounters. Obviously we told everyone about our encounter with this really strange man in the woods.

A couple of the girls at this hangout work at a reserve called Fyne Court. It’s one of the woods in the hills I’ve been talking about. They seemed pretty rattled by the story we had told and said that they had one that would make it worse but they had to tell the group now. Plus, we needed to hear.

One evening at work E was on a closing shift with her manager and they’d been cleaning up the cafe and doing final checks when Es manager tells her that he’s good doing the rest by himself and that she can just go home. Who doesn’t want to hear that, so off she goes to her car. Sits there for a bit to chill and roll and cigarette before driving home. Later that night she gets a text saying “Don’t ask, just don’t come into work tomorrow.”

E finds out that after she left work her manager had finished cleaning up like he said and gone to his car to leave. Getting into his car a man approached him from out of the woods and started wresting with him trying to steal his car keys. Managing to get the man off and get into his car the manager drove away and called the police.

After talking to police they connected some dots of a call they’d had earlier that evening from a concerned neighbour living in a village a couple miles from Fyne court, reporting a suspected burglary of one of her neighbours. Another call from a mental health institute in a town about as far away as ours from these woods from the opposite direction, saying one of their patients had escaped.

Turns out after the police put the whole story together. This man escaped, got a haircut and then walked miles to this village in the middle of nowhere. Broke into this house he thought was abandoned. It was actually the home of an elderly couple, the man was completely disabled and wheelchair bound and his carer was his wife. The man actually murdered the elderly lady and just left the man in the house before leaving and walking into the woods, wandering around them and looking for someone with a car he could steal. That’s when he ended up at Fyne court and tried to take Es managers car, running off into the woods again to find someone else.

Me and my partner are so sure this is the same man we saw acting suspicious at Winddown all that time ago as their story was from the same month as ours was and the timeframes matched up perfectly to when we would’ve seen him after he had tried to steal the managers car and ran back off into the woods again. The police caught him the next day just wondering around in the woods up there.

He was following us back down to the car, but who’s gonna jump TWO guys in an open space where one of us could’ve easily made it to the road. I think he was trying to freak us out and get us to go back into the woods when he stopped at that meeting point and was loitering around. Idk.

This still horrifies me to this day and I just needed to get it off my chest and share this with someone. I’m sorry if this is extremely long winded and badly written, I promise I was doing my best to explain the story well and tired to explain the layout of the woods as best I could.