This happened to me about 5ish years ago when I lived on campus in college. I tell it every now and then to remind myself how lucky I got frankly, so when I found this sub I thought this would be a good place to put it.

I was walking home from a friend's dorm around 10/11pm at night. My dorm was across campus which was only a few blocks, about a 10 minute walk. As soon as I leave the building and get about half a block up the street, I hear a car coming up behind me. It's an old beater, cream/tan paint and rusty, and it starts to drive at my walking speed, and I initially think it's going to stop at the upcoming stop sign. It follows me straight through. It was driving at exactly my walking speed, so I could watch it directly out of the corner of my eye. It was on exact pace enough that if the window was open or it was daytime, I could look the driver directly in the face by just looking straight sideways. I start walking faster, but at the end of this block there's a small parking lot, think 10-ish spaces, in between two buildings. As I'm about to walk across where the sidewalk crosses the entrance to this lot, the car speeds into a turn into the lot, effectively cutting me off from going further down the road and parks in the closest to me spot.

Look, I don't know why but the choice my brain made was to walk straight in front of the car across the parking lot to the main lawn of the campus rather than continuing down the sidewalk, but that meant I had to cross, right in front of the car and when I looked in the window shield its completely black and I couldn't see anything. Just as I finished crossing the car, just past in line with the driver's door, the cabin light came on in the car and two men (I'm assuming men because of the large stature of both as well as the fact that I'm feminine) are wearing ski masks in the driver and passenger seats. They get out of the car and are wearing black snow pants and black winter coats; it's September and 70-ish degrees. They start walking after me in perfect unison once again matching my pace and speed. I'm watching them over my shoulder as I'm walking (I don't know why I'm not running) and they are big dudes, but they're also wearing huge winter clothes so they look like monsters as they follow me across the empty main lawn. Right at the center of the main lawn, they stop dead in their tracks and stare straight after me, for a long time. This is what finally set me off for some reason and I finally run the last stretch across the lawn. When I look back again, they're just gone. Which was even scarier so I sprinted the last half a block and ran up into my dorm. I tell my roommate and we call campus security. They sort of are like, whatever we'll check it out but then 10 minutes later the head of the shift calls me back and asks for descriptions. All I can say is "big dudes in full black snow gear".

Never got a follow-up or an answer but the city I was in has a huge sex trafficking problem, so I'm sort of willing to just let it go and be thankful.

Right off the bat, I'd like to say that this incident is one of few that have truly stuck with me. Although this took place in January of the previous year, it definitely keeps me awake at night.

It seems surreal to me that so many weird things happen to people on a daily basis, and Id never imagine them happening to me either... Anyways, I was staying abroad due to college and there wasn't a single thing that had irked me or creeped me out. I lived in a relatively populated area, there were a lot of young women in my apartment and even older women, so you could say I felt safe in my own home. Walking the streets was also safe since there were always people around, there were apartments, parks, houses, those full time 7-11's and small cafe's. I'm pretty sure there was a small motel too, regardless it creates a pretty decent image of the area.

Although the university taught the lessons in english for all the foreign students, I still wanted to learn the language to respect, and experience the culture, it was fun and I made quite a few friends in those classes. Well, one day I was walking to a convenience store from the class, I remember being quite dazed and tired. It was around 8 pm, the class ended a while back but since I had the once in a lifetime leisure time, I decided to explore the place. I knew my way around and I was feeling pretty confident about the routes and all, as time passed a I walked and reached this giant road with some empty plots to the right. Don't get me wrong, it was a residential area and I could even hear noises from a couple of them.

Now, this is where it's a little weird, there's a bunch of houses but as you keep walking towards the city and all the hustle bustle, there is this entire secluded area of just road and street lights. The convenience store was like 4 km away approximately. I was feeling uncomfortable, and very nervous too, because of a previous incident I had decided to stop and look around. There was nothing but I decided to start jogging further, while looking side to side and back a little too.

Not even 30 seconds pass and I bumped into someone, I felt a feeling of dread rush over me and my hair just stood up. My palms started shaking and I didn't even lift my head up to see who it was, I apologized like crazy, simultaneously backing away and getting ready to f*cking bolt out of there like i was in the damn olympics or something. The person came in front of me, started walking towards me in little steps and started moving in this weird swaying motion. It was almost like a cartoon and while swaying the person just said "What the fuck?" "What the" "What are you" "Are you okay?" with this arrogant tone. I say person because I genuinely couldn't tell if this person was a man or a woman, their face was covered by a mask and they wore a large hoodie with sweatpants. The voice was sort of muffled but didn't sound masculine/ feminine.

The person started swearing and doing the weird swaying motion while reaching in their pant pocket, I saw a glimpse of something shiny and my instincts that so conveniently died out, kicked in. I took the chance and fled the damn place. I went to the store and told the clerk, they called the police who found two f*cking shoes on the same spot, along with the shoes was the mask apparently.

I never found out who it was, what they wanted and how i never saw them lurking around in the empty plots, there were no bushes and the light wasn't that scarce either.

But, I'm glad I'm safe.

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So this was about 5 years ago, and it still creeps me out. I was 18F at the time. I'm now 23F I was walking home from work at the local pizza joint, and took my usual route home. It was about 9:45-10:15pm. And it was super dark. As I'm getting about 100 yards away from the street l live on, a white van turns onto that street. Nothing suspicious, but something didn't sit right with me, so l yanked out my earbuds and paused my music. I then turn down my street, and as l'm getting closer to my house, I started getting a weird gut feeling. I look up from my phone, as I was about to text my roommate, who was out of town at the time, that I was almost home (about 15 yards or so). As I look up, I notice the white van sitting in front of MY HOUSE and the man inside is just staring at me, the yellow car light shining on his face. He had brown hair, glasses and facial hair. His van lights were off but his car was running. I stop and put my back to a tree in my neighbors yard, and just stood there. Maintaining eye contact with this man. After about what seemed like eternity, (probably like 5 minutes minimum) he starts driving towards the stop sign at the end of the road. I didn't put my back to him. I kept my back to the tree and maintained visual on the van the entire time until it stopped at the stop sign. He just sat there for Probably 2-3 minutes, all while I'm not looking away and my back still on the tree. Finally he turned right, the direction in which I had come from, and after about 20 seconds of making sure he or anybody else wasn't coming, I BOLT to my house. I quickly get inside and lock the door. I go to the window, and very quietly look through the blinds (I didn't turn on any lights because I'm not stupid after a few seconds of looking, he drove back up and down the street, and left again. Afterwards I texted my roommate what happened, and then went to each and every one of the windows in my house to make sure they were locked along with the back door and garage door. I made sure to keep all lights off for the remainder of the night. I didn't sleep a lick that night. was so paranoid at every sound or movement. Let's just say I never walked home after that. To the man in the van, let’s not meet again.

Edit: to the guy who asked if he could use my story for a YouTube video. Yes! Go ahead. I accidentally ignored the request instead of accepting it. My bad

This is a story that pops back up in my mind from time to time. I’ve only told it to a few people, but I definitely feel like it deserves its place in here. It’s for sure one of the scariest moments I’ve ever had as a child.

Back when I was around 10 years old my mom finally decided that it was time for her to start taking her drivers license. When she began taking lessons she was struggling a lot. For that reason my dad decided that he wanted to do some practice with her besides the official driving lessons with her instructor - just to make sure that she’d pass the upcoming test first try.

My little brother and I were attending swimming lessons at this nearby university at the time. Behind a forested area near the university lays this huge student parking area surrounded by trees which turned out to be basically empty every weekend. My dad saw the opportunity to take my mom here to drive around for a bit, and brought my little brother and I with them since we were too young to stay home alone. We brought a football with us.

When we arrived to the parking lot later on in the evening my parents began their practice. My little brother and I quickly got bored though and asked if we could go over to this little grass field on the side of the parking lot to play some football. My parents let us since they’d always be able to keep their eyes on us whilst driving around. After playing for some time my parents ended up driving around in the other end of the parking lot. They were approximately 300-400 metres away from my brother and I.

Suddenly this white Toyota pulls into the parking lot. We were playing almost right at the exit/entrance. The car turns around and stops on my right side with the vehicle facing the exit. The driver rolls down his windows and presents himself as Thomas. He looked friendly, was good looking and young (a guess would be around 30). This is where things started to get weird. On the passenger seat was a woman covering her face with a newspaper. All I could see was long blonde hair. And on the backseat was a baby sat in a baby chair. “Thomas” immediately states that he’s from the police, and that we have to get in the car immediately as he has to talk to us. My brother actually took two steps towards the vehicle but I stuck my arm in front of his chest as I was sensing something was off. The woman was still covering her face at this point not saying a word. “Thomas” then raised his voice and told us once again to get in the car or else he’d have to come out and get us. My brother and I froze out of fear. Suddenly the woman put down the newspaper, showed her face and told us in the most calm motherly voice to “just listen to the man”. The woman looked young, pretty and like a person who wouldn't hurt a fly. At this moment I began screaming as loud as I could.

What we hadn’t seen at that point was that my dad was already running as fast as he could towards us. He was coming from behind the vehicle so we didn’t see it. My parents didn’t have time to drive to us since the road down the parking lot was twisted all the way. When my dad heard my scream he started yelling as loud as he could “HEY WHO THE F ARE YOU GET THE F AWAY FROM MY CHILDREN”. As soon as Thomas heard my dad and realised my brother and I weren't alone he threw his car into gear and took off as fast as he could. He most definitely looked like a person who shat himself when he saw my dad.

My dad was furious and told my brother and I to hurry up back to the car. He didn't even think about calling the police at that point. He wanted to beat up the guy himself. That resulted in us driving around for the next hour trying to find him before my dad cooled down and decided that he should probably just call the police.

We never found out who these people were. But this episode taught me to never judge a book by its cover. People can be the most friendly looking people in the world and still wish evil upon you or the ones you love. Im not sure what these people would've done to us. I am sure about one thing though. They definitely weren't from the police.

Hi guys,

I am trying to keep up as usual with reports and checking the sub once or twice a day, but not only am I in the process of moving, I was involved in a car accident (just sitting at a red light waiting my damn turn, someone else got hit and spun out of control and into my car 🙃) on Friday that has resulted in a lot of unexpected pain for me.

Please continue reporting posts that you think break the rules, and I will get around to them. It may be a little slower than usual, but I wanted to pre-emptively let you guys know it wasn't for lack of trying/giving up on the sub or anything like that, I just have a lot going on. The volume of this sub isn't what it once was, so bringing on additional mods isn't necessary at this time. I usually get to things within a few hours of them being posted, and with things the way they are right now it might take me a day or so instead.

I'm not going to make this an announcement as I think the two pinned posts are much more important and this is a temporary situation, but again, just wanted to keep everyone updated.

I used to be a surveillance investigator for insurance claims, work injury stuff - to see if people who claimed to have been hurt at work and were collecting free money, were actually not injured. I did this full time for about 10 years. Doing a new case every few days for 10 years, you see a lot of weird shit. For example one time I saw drug dealers in a downtown city literally riding horseback. You see scary stuff too obviously if in bad neighborhoods etc

Scariest encounter went down about 20 years ago. This was a case in a somewhat rural area which were always the toughest. You get there at 6am see what cars are in the vicinity and run plates to see if they match the person. Then mostly you watch for the registered vehicle to depart if you found one. This place had one car in the driveway with no plates - which actually was quite unusual. You are also provided an age/height/weight of the person and in rare cases a pic. So I knew this was a guy in his mid 30s, average height and weight.

First day it turned out he left before I got there. Protocol is if you can’t confirm they are home by 10 am (4 hours onsite), you literally need to knock on their door to confirm if they are home. You usually pretend to be a UPS delivery in a costume and a dollar store item in an envelope with a clipboard. Surprisingly that works. Anyways, no one was home.

Second day, came back at 5am - and low and behind a second vehicle was there, a truck - also with no plates. The dude came out around 530am and left. I followed him but he was immediately wise and knew he was being followed which usually means they are up to no good I.e. working while collecting insurance disability money aka insurance fraud. I let him go while trying to be discreet about it.

I came back the third day in another car which you also sometimes had to do. This time he left again early and I successfully followed him to a farm in the neighboring rural hills.

In short, i busted his ass on video doing heavy duty farm work for several hours. He eventually caught on and realized he was being watched. I took off from my parked position and thought there was no way he could suddenly get off his tractor, run to his truck and get to me as there were driveways etc between us and also a creek.

Somehow he was then a uddenly on my ass in his truck in some scary ass rural mountain roads. I was scared shitless and kept driving and somehow I made it to the freeway. I had literally been lost in the mountains.

On the freeway, he followed me for miles and I couldn’t shake him. He would pull beside me at times and flex his arm and gesture pull over. Dude was actually pretty scary looking and I had evidence on him that would cost him in more ways than one.

I literally called 911 and reported a drunk driver endangering me, but was surprisingly told the officers were in between shifts and couldn’t help. There was an easy pass bridge about 20 miles up if I got that far, and at first I thought I could lose him there if he didn’t have the easy pass, but then realized again he had no plates so wouldn’t matter.

Anyways, after many miles i finally was able to shake him, but he remained pretty close behind. I exited the freeway and found a gas station- a cop was there and I reported this guy and his truck. The cop made a call and I didn’t see this guy pull up. Shortly thereafter I gassed up my car and left and drove home and submitted my report. I’m sure his free insurance money ended at the very least.

Scariest part actually is that i was worried this guy had my license plate and could run it somehow (as I was able to do for work) and locate where I live. I began to research him online. Sometimes in that line of work you learn the potential insurance fraud of the person you are following is the least of their criminal endeavors. Well i learned this guy was a hardcore convicted felon who had been in federal prisons and was a gang member and hard drug user and dealer. I was scared but nothing happened over the next few years and i eventually forgot about it.

But about 5 years later or so, i had a case in the same rural area again and thought about this guy. I wanted to google him to see what the police blotters revealed about him in the last few years. I googled him again and discovered he was actually dead. I learned that a couple years prior, he had taken his girlfriend hostage with a gun, killed someone who tried to help her, then was killed himself by another person who actually saved her. Don’t need to worry about meeting him again.

Hello guys,

So we went for a hike with my boyfriend for his birthday today. We’re not very superstitious people but we were quite anxious the whole time, we didn’t met anyone on the road and I was feeling weird, like I was thinking « I know we’re gonna met someone » (but that « someone» I wasn’t chill about it). My bf was a bit nervous which is unusual of him as he’s very used to hike pretty much anywhere.

Alright, so we were 4+ hours into the hike, and we reached almost the end. There was some sort of cabin in the forest, and a guy looking like Tom Hanks in Cast Away ( I swear the god) was there. He jumped out of his cabin, naked, with a knife, and began to make grunts. I told my boyfriend he has a knife, and the guy starts to run to us, my boyfriend told me to RUN, GO ! and I tried to do my best as I’m not the most sporty girl.

I believe I felt a few times cause I have a lot of scratches and a bump on the shin, but I didn’t feel it on the moment.

After what felt like forever to run to escape him, we’ve succeed to find a way out to a neighborhood and then a road. We felt so much relief at that moment.

My question is, we feel in shocked and pretty traumatized by it. Do you feel like it’s a serious event or is it not that big of a deal ? I know that it might sounds stupid to ask but we don’t know anymore.

Maybe we’re overreacting ?

We did report him to the police btw and they are supposed to go at the place, but we’re not sure they are gonna take their time for that.

(Sorry for the mistakes and the confusion I’m French)

This happened to me back in 2008 to the early 2010s. When I was 11, I met a girl who was the same age as me since sixth grade, she and I weren't the same classmates until high school but we were the same school. By the middle of sixth grade, things got creepy.

Somehow she was everywhere every time I had an extra class, including every time I had to switch from another schedule to another schedule, my entire life I never gave my private information to her but I was half aware she knew by her own eyes even tho she was a near sight. Unfortunately, I had reported it to the teacher/faculty members but they brushed off my warning as a ruse because I didn't have enough evidence to prove it was her, what's worse we weren't allowed to bright any electronic devices (like phones for example) for pieces of evidence against her except calculator for Maths and Physic.

This bothered me forever, she even shared the same Home Economics class and swimming lessons as mine during the eighth grade but yet again not the same group. Even in ninth grade, she still kept following me nonstop, despite I warned her to leave me alone.

After I graduated at 15, I left for a high school to start over, even though I forgot about her until the middle of October 2012...She's back! My skin turned pale as well and my heart beat like I was in panic mode. This girl, how did she even know I'm in high school that I enrolled and more importantly, I again, didn't leak my information everywhere not even to her. Once again she won't leave me alone and she starts to get worse.

She guilt-tripped me into 'befriending' her to let her use my belongings whether it was permission or not, despite her soft manner it was a red flag, to begin with, that I could have avoided it sooner. On the other time, she overheard me and my classmate conversing about mine wanting a key charm that my classmate had. But on the next day, she attacked me after I took a seat in the class because she knew that I wanted something that she didn't, this incident caught the attention of the principal in my high school, and the principal recap the whole situation by writing a statement report, I ended up rewrite twice because of error grammar and by the third the principal made the decision, she was suspended for a week, but it wasn't enough.

She returned after a week and "accused" me of her suspending, which I wasn't involved in with her drama, even though I didn't have another choice but to report my statement for my safety. And once again, she guilt-tripped me for other reasons by hypocritically "calling" me for being a terrible friend, even so far she destroyed one of my belongings and supplies. I called her out but she pretended she didn't remember it, worse, she framed a student for having a torn notebook that she destroyed and yet she refused to admit her mistakes. That was my last straw as it made my blood boil, but I didn't want to show my anger as she gave me a watch in exchange for money, which turns out, she swindled and got away with it.

In all situations, half of my peers and teachers witnessed this incident and warned me that I should end her friendship with her, she wasn't my friend, just saw me as a pawn and manipulated me by taking advantage of my kindness and trust. We were still in the same in high school but I quietly outright not to be close with her again. That's it until early December of 2012, that was the last time I saw her, and I guess that she was expelled after the last warning from one of my peers.

I felt relieved but I will never forget what she did to not only me but to the other half of my peers as well. By near the end of high school, I realized that she was indeed not a very good friend and her attitude was sociopathic, manipulative, liar, and almost creepy, and that was the reason why I ended things with her for good. Luckily I didn't give her phone number or address since that wasn't allowed in the school which I managed to avoid the red flag.

It's been almost 16 years since this incident took place after I finished my highschool in 2015, I'm almost 27 and currently have a job. The experience made it difficult to trust someone or befriend them again.

So the girl I used to befriend, let's not meet again, ever.

Edit: I want to everyone know that the incident happened in 2008, aka 16 years ago before the 2010s, and two I finished high school in 2015 which was 9 years ago. The 2020s era still confuses me sometimes.

Edit2: Since I live in Vietnam, they don't have a restraining order but having my stalker out of my life was better than charging her.

I honestly wish I wasn’t writing this right now. I’ve had weeks of peace, with only the ping of my overactive camera system alerting me to people passing by with their dogs or children. I thought everything was fine, and maybe this isn’t the most dramatic update, but it was just another scary tick mark to add to the list.

I got an alert to activity outside the garage. Given my garage door crowbar banger that’s the one I always pay most attention to honestly. I keep weird hours and hadn’t been on my phone so at first thought my dad was leaving for work.

Then I saw the recording it made instants later. This man walked boldly up to the car in the driveway (my mom’s at the moment) and tried the handles of the doors before running off. I called the police with a good description and told them I have it on video, but my town doesn’t have a large police force, and some of them are just like in any department: shady and lazy.

I’ve rewatched it so many times now, and he has the same build as the man I saw at the garage before. That’s obviously not definitive, but now I have more details about his description I couldn’t see before due to lack of lighting and cameras.

I’m still pretty shaky, even though he didn’t try to get in or anything, I was outside not half an hour ago (though in the fenced backyard) I hope this isn’t a lame update. It feels like it to me because still nothing is solved, and even though it might be unrelated, is that actually probable? That one person and/or their house would attract so much trouble from completely different individuals? It doesn’t seem likely.

To the man outside my house tonight, let’s never meet.

Edited to add: this man saw the camera before he ran. I don’t know if he would have tried more had he not, but it has little red and blue lights on the front part (that rotates a full circle) so even I’ve noticed it. It’s large and lights up a bit. That’s why I thought they’d deterred creeps so far. Just forgot to put that in because I don’t think I’m exactly in a great headspace

Second edit of night: was visited by the police who very kindly didn’t ring the bell (parents asleep, have been texted about all of this) I gave all the evidence, and they’d found the guy!!!! I don’t know for absolute sure it was the same man that banged on my garage or watched from the window, but I do know that they caught this guy, and my video footage will be used I guess? Idk. I was really doubtful they’d actually send someone due to the chastising text message (non emergency was closed lol, so I called the reg line) as I’d mentioned in an earlier post about this incident, my dad had told me there had been a lot of car thefts in the neighborhood.

Weirdest part to me, that I think I must just be fucking imagining, is that he looks (from the somewhat fuzzy camera stills) quite a bit like the guy I had a one night stand with a couple months ago right around when this all started. I really didn’t think it could be him, but I’m hoping that since I’m supposed to get the ring footage to the officer tomorrow (don’t have access to that one) I can ask who this person is. I’m hoping it’s all over now, and am so thankful for those who provided me with great advice, which gave me a lot of comfort. Unless I’m wrong and there is a second person (statistically unlikely) this will be my last update on a thankfully closed chapter

Hi Reddit,

French story, don't be rude about my english please.

Few years ago, I was in a relationship with a guy, James (M20) during three years. In the beginning, he was wonderfull. He supported me during my chemotherapy, was kind and funny, a bit crazy but not in a creepy way.

He helped me surviving through my sickness and I won't be alive without him right now.

The last year of our relationship, he changed. He wanted to try new experiences and begin taking drugs. I didn't know he was addict until our break up.

He was totally different. Jealous, a liar, sometimes wiched with me and he cheated on me before our break up.

TBH, I had pity for him. So, after the break up, I've spent 6 months helping him. I was a student, he was always at my home, in pain, trying to fight his addiction.

I said stop when, after a month in an institute, he started drugs again like 3 hours after leaving.

Sad story but it gets worst.

During our relationship I choose my university to be close to him. So I had nobody's around. No friends, no family.

One month after cutting the rope, something strange happened.

Everythings began with my cat.

On night, I went outside seing a movie. In my way home, it started raining, and I remembered that I left my cat outside. It's a really nice cat but it hates water (like every cat i guess). I started running to be home early and when I opened the door, my cat was on my sofa.

First, I thought "what a dumbass, the cat was not outside at all" but then, I hugged him, and my cat was completely wet.

It feels weird. I was like "WTF?" and then, I thought my neighbors could have opened my door for let it in. So I just forget about it.

One week later, I realised that some of my clothes were missing. Particularly my underwears. I've got ADHD, so, I blamed myself for losing my own clothes.

Same with my food and some plates, like one of my favorite bowl disappeared. It was a student's appartment so... Not big enough to lose that many things. But again, I blamed myself. I even called myself a magician, joking about how I can make everything disappear without trying.

I loose my mind when I came back from my parent's house and discovered my place totally changed. There was the neighbors'mails on my table with a mysterious headphones, my photos on the wall were upside down and a black umbrella was on my bed. I didn't owned an umbrella.

It was scary af. I called my mom and then the police (yes, always mom first). The officer was nice but told me that there was nothing they can do except taking my complaint. I didn't know who was doing this to me.

My ex never had my keys and even when I said that I don't want to talk to him anymore, I staid nice. I didn't thought anybody wanted to hurt me or scared me. For what? Joking? If that's it : ahah hilarious, I slept with a knife for two years, congrats.

My neighbors started getting scared too. We had a common basement and someone breaks the door during night. We found some supplies in it. Like a blanket and a plate (not mine btw).

I had chaines on the inside of my door so, I felt secured when I was inside but I was scared to leave and coming back to see again my stuff missing.

Few weeks goes by. In the evening, I had to go to the grocery store, it took me like 30 minutes. When I came back home, there was a note on my bedroom's mirror. Nothing's written, just a smiley. It freaked me out and I leave immediately.

Again, calling the police, they told me that I could have left the note and forget about it. I didn't have those kind of little sticky yellow paper so, I don't see how.

I stand with my mom for a week, spend all my economies on a camera and post for help on social media because I felt totally distraught.

After that, nothing.

In the meantime, James' sister came talk to me, saying that one of my favorite jacket was at their parent's house. I remembered wearing this jacket after saying stop to James so... Again, I've got ADHD, I might have forgot. But I didn't see James' parents for like 8 months at this time so, I found that difficult to believe.

Also, I suspected my neighbor who had one of my key and was feeding my cat when I wasn't home but she was in another country during most of this story so...

I talked with James last year about that, he sweared he never done something that weird and told me he was in another cure center when all that shits happened.

Everythings stopped after that. I still don't know who did this, neither why.

Maybe my ex? Maybe someone else?

Now I don't really care, but this is the creepiest story I lived.

To my stalker, let's not meet again.

Recently there was an amber alert and my daughter was asking me what that beeping sound was all about. For those who don't know, an amber alert goes out when a child is reported missing. If you receive notifications, you know what I'm talking about. The alert will sometimes give information like the victims appearance as well as the perpetrator, the location of the abduction, make and model of vehicle.

My phone started beeping one evening while helping my daughter clean her room, an amber alert. She asked about it. I gave her a small rundown and that was that. However it triggered a childhood memory I have where I believe with all my heart, that I was almost kidnapped when I was a kid.

To be clear, this isn't a memory that was laying dormant in my subconscious and this random amber alert and talk with my kid caused it to resurface in my mind. This incident is something I've pondered and thought about off and on for years now. I'm 41y/o male by the way.

It's just been a while since I've considered the factors and details of the experience and this recent amber alert and talk with my daughter really caused me to pause and reflect on the incident itself once again and here I am. As a parent you worry about these things and do all you can to protect your children especially when you personally experienced something truly scary like this.

The occurrence happened when I was just a young kid, my guess is around 7-8. I can't be sure but I think that's a safe estimate based on the fact that much of those early childhood memories aren't there anymore. I do remember my kindergarten experience which I would've been 5-6 and also later grades. So this incident must've happened sometime after or around the ages of 7-8.

My parents took me to a neighboring city to do some shopping. We lived in a small rural town with not much on offer so from time to time we would go to this neighboring city about 45 min from where we were located. It just had more to offer. They would take me up there for school clothes shopping, out to eat because restaurants were better and because my mom was a crafter. She loved to make crafts, it was her thing. There were different craft stores and a fabric store she liked going to up there.

This specific trip, we went to a fabric store up there, Jo Ann Fabrics to be exact. This was a pretty big store. As a little kid, I guess most every place seems big but no kidding, this was a sizable store. My dad sat out in the car while I went in with my mom. He did that a lot, sit in the car, when there was a store he just didn't want to go in so I can't blame him there.

I can't recall exactly what all my mom was looking for or trying to get in that store that day but I do remember what section we were in, an area with a bunch of racks with various fabrics hanging. Imagine a clothing store with circular racks with clothes hanging around them and that's pretty much what it's like at this fabric store. Racks of hanging fabrics.

I remember this area being slightly toward the beginning or entrance of the store. As my mom was looking through these racks, I begin to wander, though not far, just enough to kind of look around myself. I was probably bored and started wandering around, is my guess. But, I could still see my mom just up and over a few racks away so it wasn't like I was on the other side of the store or anything.

A random man approached me and honestly, I can't even remember at what direction he came from. It's just like I was there by myself one minute and the next, I looked up and saw this guy. It was like he came in fast and out of nowhere. I quickly looked over to where my mom was. She had moved a few racks up and away but I could still see her. There was a fair bit of distance between my mom and me at this point.

So here I am standing behind some rack of fabric with this older guy, opposite me in the other side of this rack. Then he speaks, "hey little boy, how ya doing there?" I remained silent because this took me completely off guard. He asked, "where's your folks at? Are you alone in here?" I stood still and quiet. "Come here, I got something to show you." At this point he started advancing toward me, coming around the rack to where I was. I quickly started the other way but he stopped and started coming around the other way as if to meet me in the middle. I was scared at this moment and became instantly aware that this man seemed dangerous and like he was trying to get a hold of me. "Come here!" he barked. I jerked fast to the left but he did the same. He had this wild look in his eyes.

Whichever direction I went, he followed but remember, there's a rack between us. God I'm so thankful for that rack. After some back and forth movements from me and this man I finally lock in on my mom and yell, "Mom! Help!" You would've thought I screamed bloody murder, it was so loud but it got my mom's attention. "What's wrong?" she asked. This startled the man and he looked over his shoulder in the direction of my gaze and confirmed, yep that must be his mother. His demeanor completely changes and it's as if everything is just fun and games and he was just messing around and he said as much to my mom. "I was just messing around with him." "No harm ma'am."

My mom came to where I was and as we reconnected, the guy just tips his hat at my mom and makes his way out of the store. I explained to my mom what just happened, that this guy was trying to get me, I was so upset and shook up. She told me I did the right thing by yelling and getting her attention.

It was terrifying for sure and I'm thankful something crazy didn't happen. Could I have been imagining things like maybe this guy was really just messing around? I very much think there were nefarious intentions. Why would a random older guy be perusing a fabric store? If he was there for something like crafts or fabrics, why promptly leave when confronted? I truly believe he was up to no good. Anyway that's my story, I appreciate anyone taking the time to read.

Sorry in advance I was drunk most the time during what happened so I don't remember every detail.

When I was 18 and freshly broken up with my way older boyfriend I basically went crazy with dating guys. At the time, I also dressed very goth even going as far as to wear a real corset and trench coat, mostly just enjoying the attention.

One particular afternoon my friend/roommate at the time decided to eat at a local japanese restaurant, with both of us all dressed up. Our waiter was a mediocre skinny white guy who clearly was a little alternative but it was gard to tell really with the uniform. We joked about me leaving my phone number on the reciept or something so I hyped myself up and did so. Late that night he had sent me a text.

We talked for a few days, never really having a right time to meet up as I worked 40 minutes away from where I lived. He mentioned the boots he wore meant a lot to him and some other odd things that just seemed like edgy jokes. One really late night coming home I was texting and driving, as any 18 y/o does, and we decided to meet up. My stupid self invited him over to my apartment where it was just me and the roommate who had been with me before. Our other 2 roommates were not home.

At first it was fine because I was already drunk so I would just let him rant about whatever he wanted. He went on about his life, going to jail, medical bills, his parents etc. Eventually he asked me if I wanted to see his tattoos and I was like okay. He lifted up his shirt and not only could I see the handgun tucked in his waistband but also his multiple badly covered up nazi tattoos. One was even just slightly covered with a banana. I dont know what it was but I simply decided the best way to deal with this situation was to appease him so I went along with it casually.

I dont remember exactly every detail because it was over 2 years ago and I was drunk, but he ended up pulling his gun out and putting it to my head, asking me if I was scared. I was immensely confused and tried to call his bluff, saying I wasnt which got him to put it away for a while. When we went to hook up and my messy ass room, he pulled it on me again saying he wanted to do it with it out. I got mad and tried to fight him off me and get it away from my head. Of course, I wasnt as strong as him and he hit me in the arm with it. Which, that shit hurt cause it was a nice one.

When I finally got him off me and he realized I was pissed, not scared, he started acting like a crackhead, saying I was crazy for not caring about him pulling a gun on me. He ran off, jumping the fence of the apartment complex and not even taking his car that he had came in.

In the morning, his car was gone and I had a large bruise from where he had hit me. While to me it is a funny story, I now realize how bad it couldve ended up. So to the waiter from the japanese restaurant, lets not meet.

TLDR: Tried to hookup with a waiter from a Japanese restaurant and he ended up being a nazi who pistol whipped me.

I was just a sophomore in high school and i fell “head over heals” for the new quiet kid, and thought he was my forever. Crazy,but I would actually go on marrying down the road just one week after graduation.

high school sweethearts .. ha Looking back now, I can see how many red flags I noticed, but ignored because I was a young eagerly wanting to be grown up.

Fast forward..

The night before my wedding day, I was going over last minute wedding details with my mom who is easily one of the most caring and selfless people I know, so bless my sweet mommas heart when i asked her if she’d be mad if I decided i didn’t want to go through with the wedding.. (wedding was the next day) But.. me being me, mom thought I was messing with her.., i couldn’t tell her the truth of what what going on now.. so I took a deep breath and forced a believable chuckle.

She genuinely thought I was just pulling another one of my jokes. i went on to finally tell her the truth almost a year after I escaped him. and she still feels bad for not taking it seriously.. No one knew what was going on behind closed doors.. but makes sense, i was honestly his biggest PR team. Only two hours passed since saying “i do’s” he was throwing me out of the truck in my parents driveway, cussing and yelling that he wanted a divorce. recklessly driving off, so much for all that “honeymoon phase” on our actual honeymoon. I ran inside and my dad came out the bedroom and he can’t understand a word I’m saying but he is trying to basically trying to ask me what was happening, and I say it as clear as I could while uncontrollably sobbing. “He left me, how could he, on our honeymoon.” My dad is pissed but then relaxed and tried to rationalize the situation, like maybe he forgot something, pulling a bad joke, or something like that. Then we see his truck flying in our driveway and my dad smiles and says “see he’s right there” I wiped my tears and walk out the door and tell them yes it was a prank.. inside i was screaming.. I was so embarrassed for myself because now I look crazy.. but .. if I wanted to save this relationship they could never know the truth. Months go by and he starts being sweeter ever since we had to be long distance because he was in the military at training. But soon I would be packing up my life and moving to texas with him. I could tell my parents were starting to see the cracks I had worked so hard to glue together. My mom even picked up my phone on the table mistaking it for hers and saw this huge message from my ex and just started crying, begging me to stay because he was not a good person. But I assured her that this was way out of character for him (lie) and that he was just lonely. I knew she didn’t believe me but she also knew I was stubborn and was gonna do whatever, regardless of her concerns. After just a few weeks in Texas, I knew my life was in danger. It was thanksgiving day and my family just called to check up on us and just tell us happy thanksgiving and the moment I hung up. The man I thought was my soulmate started cussing at me and saying that I need to stop talking to my family because “HE” was my family now. I let our a little chuckle ( thinking he’s got to be joking) and he picks up our wedding glasses( I specifically had made for us) and throws directly at me, shattering around me. Shocked I didn’t know what to do, so I walk over to the broom and start sweeping up the broken glass… you may read this and think surly he would be done throwing a tantrum by now but no. He then throws pictured frames at my WHILE IM SWEEPING UP THE GLASS. Honestly that broken glass on the wood floor was just a metaphor for any love I had left towards this man. I broke that night. I stopped seeing him as my other half, and more as the monster I’m now stuck with. I became very depressed and he loved that. He would break me down over and over again just to get a reaction. Two months go by and one night he completely lost his shit over the washer and dryer people “messing” up the days they were supposed to come out and he started pacing back and forth mumbling words i couldn’t quite make out. But demanded that I call and fix it, (grabbed me and sat me on the couch telling me what to say and that i better not fuck it up) LIKE A DAMN NEGOTIATION ! ! this man was paranoid as fuck, making comments that they were doing it because he was a soldier, Then started blaming me even though I wasn’t even around him when he first called in the first place, but still yelled at me for hours until *snap . . he walked to the bedroom.. me? i’m on the couch still processing that fuckin moment. tommy: “ you’re so fucking stupid, this is your fault, did you plan this with the workers just to make me look dumb, or are you really just that fucking dumb, huh you fucking bitch?” him again: “ that’s what I fucking thought you fucking no good, ungrateful bitch.” myself : “ you know what, I’m done. “ “you won’t do anything except complain and bitch at me, blaming me for everything. All you do is cuss and yell at me for no damn reason.” He looked at me with this look that I’ve heard other victims try and describe and the best I can describe it is, “a darkness is his eyes” like an emptiness that still causes me nightmares to this day. Without hesitation he lunges at me in the middle of the day with the our curtains open, door wide open, neighbors out and about.

He throws me against the wall and starts choking me, i slowly see black but he lets go only for a second, because then he slammed my entire body to the floor . Atm I either blacked out or my brain was trying to shield myself from what was happening, but piece by piece I would “come to” and he was holding me by my shoulders and just repeatedly slammed me on the wood floor. My screams ignored by the people outside. I pleaded for anyone to call the police and repeated yelling for help over and over. My fight or flight takes over and chooses flight. I run to the main bathroom and lock the door. Frantically calling my mom because I’m that moment I just wanted to hear her voice (unsure if that would be my last) but my poor mom didn’t know the nightmare of that phone call until it was too late, she was with my sister and dad and she put me on speaker phone because we usually do this so they all can talk to me like we were all there together. But instead they hear me screaming for my life and hear my ex calling me awful names and telling me too get my ass in there and to unlock the door. They were confused and my dad was ready to come kill this asshole himself. But then silence.. no more banging just me softly crying and just try to calm my mother over the phone that I am alright and that I know I need to leave him but that I had to do it in the safest way possible because if he were to catch me, I may not make it out with my life. When I walk out of the room, my ex is just sitting there with a blank stare, like nothing had happened. This was a theme throughout our 3 year relationship, but I could no longer ignore the escalation of his behavior.. so.. One night I put my escape plan in to action.. I was gonna make a run for it

it was 2 am, keys to MYYY Pontiac were on the kitchen table and he was asleep in the bedroom that i wasn’t allowed in several days earlier, i busted out of “guest” bedroom that was my prison and be-lined out the front door quietly but also as quickly as possible.. 9 1/2 hours to my home state, only stopped once in Dallas to fill up on gas. with every mile in my rear view mirror, i felt something inside that reassured me… im free now. forever scared, but most have healed or faded. i 100% believe, had i stayed? i’d be six feet deep

So to my abusive ex-husband that I fled from that late February night…let’s not meet again. Ever. .

Just wanted to say thank you to all who commented and saying so many uplifting words and say thanks to everyone for taking the time to even just read my story. I appreciate it so much <3 <3

I'm getting real sick of people getting shitty over their stories being removed, so here's a list of stories that inarguably belong here. If you read this thread and you have a story, compare it to any of these. If it wouldn't fit in with this list of stories, it does not belong on this subreddit. Usually if you're not sure if a story belongs here, it doesn't.

1. They stalked all the stay at home moms - I don't think I need to explain why this fits. I know there is some skepticism in the comments, but as OP was interactive with them prior to deleting her account (typically creative writing pieces OP doesn't respond to many, if any, comments), I think it's okay to leave up.

2. This happened quite a long time ago yet it is never too far from my mind - this fits because although OP made it out unharmed and nothing really happened, the insistence of "coming up here" and the fact the creeper left surgical shears where they are not needed pushes this story into "out of the ordinary"

3. No good deed goes unpunished - Here is an example of a car story that would actually remain up. It takes place almost entirely in the car, but it is not someone just following her, or road raging and she goes home physically unharmed. This would be terrifying to go through. (Side note: this is also one of my favorite stories of all time as I love it when assholes like this get their due comeuppance)

4. I was a victim of sex trafficking - this is a real story about actual human trafficking. If you "think" you escaped human trafficking, most likely you didn't. Human trafficking overwhelmingly does not happen the way most people think it does, the reality is truly insidious and horrifying.

5. The office in the middle of nowhere - I don't think I really need to explain this one either, I just wanted an example for the "found something creepy/bizarre" category.

As a reminder, stories posted in this subreddit should have been life threatening (stories 1 and 3), extremely unusual/uncommon (stories 2 and 4) or about a time when you stumbled upon something excessively creepy (story 5).

What does not belong here?

• You think you were followed because somebody was acting weird but you didn't interact much, if at all and eventually they either gave up or you lost them with minimal effort on your part (so didn't have to hide/confront them)

• You can't say for certain what someone's intentions were, you can only guess at what they were doing or planning.

• Being harassed/stared at/catcalled. I understand how frightening and enraging this is, but if you're a woman and you live in any moderately sized city or larger, you will have experienced this. It's entirely too common to be worthy of a story here. That doesn't change the fact it's threatening, disgusting, disrespectful behavior, but this subreddit is meant to focus on, again, life-threatening encounters.

• an additional note here: stories containing excessive detail about your personal appearance will be removed, even if they fit the standards for this sub. It's a harmful belief to perpetuate in multiple directions that only conventionally attractive people get creeped on - anyone can be harassed on the street. Oftentimes what you look like has little, if anything to do with it, it's the loser's complete lack of regard and view of you as a person and (and for women, lack of respect for us) that causes them to harass you. If our appearance mattered that much for it, 11/12 year olds that look very much like children to anyone with an ounce of brain matter would not get catcalled.

• The encounter didn't happen to you, but happened to your mother, sister, father, friend, aunt, etc.

I reserve the right to edit this post to add/remove stories as I see fit, as well as adjust formatting. I suppose we could use this post as well for any comments/suggestions for the sub, cuz why not.

Edit: if you're just gonna bitch that this sub is tOo StRiCt you're wasting your time. Nothing in that regard will be changing.

(Edit: Don’t message me asking to make content about my story.)

First time posting here but have commented before. I’ve streamed for a few years and built up a solid but not massive audience. Mostly, I have support from viewers and a regular amount of mean comments.

However, I’ve had some “supportive” people veer into obsession. Also, my page includes my socials so people can follow. When I first started, the overly invested people didn’t bother me as much. I didn’t see it as a red flag. I should have.

I should have been more critical of the constant messages (on multiple platforms), comments, overfamiliarity, etc. That feeling that someone is constantly watching you. I’ve had three bad instances of stalking behavior.

1. One person I blocked years ago for being creepy keeps making fake accounts to contact me on multiple platforms. They went from love bombing to sour grapes. Constant unhinged hot and cold messages. They seem unstable. This made me uncomfortable with people who are overly flattering.

2. Another person outside my country is really creepy and overfamiliar. Didn’t block them because of the previous person who snapped. Just muted them on all platforms or removed. They still post at and about me and contact friends to get info about me. I don’t view their socials but they still pop up using my hashtag. I have years of unanswered messages from this person saying they “love” my stream or follow everyone I play games with.

3. Most recent instance is someone I thought was normal. They supported my work for years and was always polite in messages. We were never friends. They always initiated. I found out this person would also contact my friends asking about me. They also bought art from my webstore on my socials. This person found out where my PO was, drove to a different state and wandered my neighborhood. I was running errands when I saw them outside the store. They looked at me but acted like they were on the phone.

I didn’t acknowledge them but got a bunch of messages a few days later casually asking about my art. They had a creepy subtext to them, though. I just told this person to stop contacting me.

The whole thing has been weird. I don’t give out my address. It was weird to see this person who regularly messaged me and watched me for years in my neighborhood.

Waited a while before making a report but I had enough proof. Police can’t really do anything unless this person actually breaks in or attacks. The fact that this viewer was in my neighborhood IRL is weird.

Has anyone dealt with obsessives and stalkers? I haven’t felt normal for a while.

Also advice: Try not to respond frequently to obsessive or overly invested viewers. People can be delusional.

Stalking starts early on. Kicking myself for ignoring red flags.

So one night me and my friends were playing some hide 'n seek in our home town, we were probably like 13 at that time.

So i went into a small area that is basically like a shortcut from the main road to the side road.

I, unfortunately went alone and i didnt even think of what can happen.

Remember, we were only 13 at that time and we didn't bring phones with us so if something happened to us nobody would even know.

So the game started and i ran sprinting to the "woods" area.

First 30 seconds was good.

Disclaimer : "we have a rule that we have to come to the checkpoint where we start and we have to save ourselves from not getting picked to search".

After around 1 minute i start hearing footsteps,i say: Hello, are you one of my friends, and something that was there didnt say anything, so i started backing out, fortunately, the "woods" area has a main route and 2 side ones so I could've run either way, i start backing out and from nowhere the "man" just appears from the woods and starts sprinting at me while saying "I'm gonna catch you" in a creepy and eerie way, like a kidnapper, fortunately, I train football (soccer) so i knew i can definetly outrun him or atleast make him tired,i sprint all my way through the woods with only light being the moon light, and after around 2 minutes he gave up, I countinued sprinting and got myself all the way to the checkpoint and told all of my friends what had just happened. Of course no one believed but I didn't care since I knew it was real.

To this day i still don't know who or what had tried to catch me that night but for sure I know if i wasn't a sports guy, the outcome would be very, very different...

Ever since I started living at this house weird things have happened. It regularly sounds like someone is walking on the outside of the house at night and it’s starting to freak me and my roommates out. For some context this is a college house, 4 girls in our 20s just looking for a fun place to live. There have been a few different encounters that have lead us to this conclusion and it only continues to fall into place.

Let’s go back to this summer when the first “break in” was. An evening in September in the middle of the week. The garage door (the garage has never been used by us other than for storage) opened and one of us was at home with music blasting. She heard it and didn’t think anything of it but about 5 minutes later went upstairs to check and found our garage door open and back door unlocked. Again we do not use our garage. She looked around and found nothing missing and figured it was an accident.

About a month later we were having a party, it was around Halloween and we decided to have a costume party. Around 12-1 AM someone was in our backyard and turned to see a man walking up the side of our house. When the man saw him he ran away and up the hill. We also around this time had one of our cars windows broken. Nothing was stolen just the window was broken.

Last night while driving around we noticed a car we had seen drive by a few times and followed it up the hill. The man in this car (a middle aged white man very receding hairline and arms covered in tattoos) comes to a complete stop in the middle of the street and turns around to look at us then pulls to the side of the road. He waited there for a few minutes and we waited one street over. We saw him turn left and followed him into the neighborhood in front of ours. We lost sight of him and drove around the neighborhood a bit more.

When driving in front of our house we were wondering if anyone behind could see into our rooms and went to look in the street behind. The house that had direct view into my room happened to have this same car that was driving around our house sitting right in front of it. This car is very distinct it’s an old white sedan with a black shoe mark on the rear bumper. We immediately went back to our house and looked out the window at the house and realized we had seen someone there before. On multiple separate occasions there was a middle aged man standing in the window looking at our house or sitting on the back porch in a lawn chair facing our house. Last night when we went to bed my roommate had her window open and heard footsteps, our fence gate open, and car doors. The footsteps sounded like they were directly outside her window and I also heard them.

Normally I wouldn’t jump to conclusions but I feel like these occurrences just connect to well to be coincidental. If anyone has any ideas or input please let me know. We are genuinely getting scared. I will update if anything else happens.

Update: Yesterday morning my roommate and I woke up to find that it had snowed and there were shoe prints outside. These clearly showed the path the person is taking and it is exactly what we’ve been thinking. The footprints appear to start in the neighbors yard at the far fence and then come down to the gate right next to our rooms. He walked directly under my roommates window and turned around (his back was to the house) which is why we think he is either listening or watching in our windows. The window he was sitting under also just happens to look right up into my roommates bed if not closed right. After that the footprints go towards my room and he turns back to the neighbors path on the side of their house.

This just confirms what we’ve already been thinking and it just happens to be the side we don’t have a camera on. With this our gate and footsteps situation from last month makes perfect sense. The shoe prints are huge which fits perfectly with a tall man like the one we’ve seen before and you can tell the shoe is Nike.

If I can figure out how to attach a photo on here I will but until then I can only explain just how terrified we are. No matter what his intentions are this is a huge man and he COULD take us all down.

Update 3/14/24: The white car just turned out to be what we’re pretty sure is a neighborhood dealer because we saw him make a transaction with our neighbor (we honestly don’t live in a sketch area this is the first time we’ve seen something like that).

Update 3/15/24: I am tired of trying to prove my situation and most of the comments on here have turned negative and degrading. I would like to thank everyone for their advice and assistance but I will no longer be updating as I will be looking for advice outside of the reddit platform. Thank you again to everyone who helped but people are just not very nice online!

This happened before Christmas 2019, when I (f) was 26, and it sticks with me to this day. I've thought about sharing this many times, but I was never sure if it was "scary enough". I guess you decide!

My then-boyfriend-now-husband and I decided to meet for dinner at a Christmas market here in Switzerland. He would pick up our dog from doggy daycare and I would get there after work.

Some things that are good to know: at that point we'd had our dog for about a year. He's called Bean, he's a medium sized dog and before he came to Switzerland he was a street dog in Italy. He was about 2.5 years old at that time, and he loved and still loves to get all the attention he can get. Also, Christmas markets are incredibly busy here, especially after work. People will meet there with friends to eat dinner and drink mulled wine.

When we got to this Christmas market, we realised that it was way too busy to walk through with a dog, and I sent my boyfriend off to get my favourite streetfood, Malawach. I waited at the edge of the market with Bean.

Bean likes to greet everyone who looks at him, and by that point I had gotten used to talking with strangers because my dog wanted to meet them, so I wasn't too concerned at first when a dude came up to me. Full transparency, I don't remember word for word what was said, I'm not even sure what language this happened in.

I do remember that Bean happily greeted this guy, trying to stand up against him and licking his hands. The guy asked for his name and what breed he is, and I told him that Bean is a pinscher mix. That's when the situation started to turn. The man insisted that he must be a Basenji, how could I say he's a pinscher! All of a sudden, he "switched" - there's no better word to explain it. He grabbed Bean's leash and said "I'll go now", and just tried to walk off with my dog! Thankfully, I had a firm grip on his leash. I was incredibly confused and flustered and just stammered that he can't take my dog. He got increasingly more angry with every second that I didn't let go of the leash. I loudly told him to leave me alone and Bean started to bark at the man. I've never seen Bean this angry and scared at the same time, and thankfully the man let go of the leash and slipped into the crowd. I was left standing there a dumbfounded mess with a mess of a dog.

Bean was barking and shaking, so I knelt down to calm him down, holding him and talking to him. My boyfriend was still somewhere in the crowd, waiting for our food. After a while, a woman walked up to me and told me not to put my heel to the floor, as she'd just seen someone put a firecracker there. (I don't know the name for this type of firecracker, they are small (like 1/4 inch) and usually thrown at the floor to make a little boom sound on impact - someone had put them under the heel of my shoe so it would explode when I put my heel down to get up).

Now I don't know what's worse: was it the same guy that tried to steal Bean, or was it someone else who saw a distressed dog and thought "wow, let's scare that dog a bit more!"? I think the worst thing for me was that apart from that woman who warned me, no one helped me when I was harassed by a weird guy, even though I loudly told him to go away, and there were other people standing very close just watching. Bean was the one who scared off the guy in the end.

Thankfully, the events of that evening had no lasting impact on Bean, he still loves to greet strangers. I still remember it and don't think I will ever forget.

So I’m not even sure if this is relevant to my previous posts about the person watching through my window and banging on my garage with a crowbar, but I’m worried that everything may be connected somehow.

A week ago from this last Saturday, I was supposed to meet with a man who had contacted me through social media with friends in common. It wasn’t an obvious date, more like a pre date. We didn’t get there though as he randomly blocked me out of nowhere, and then unblocked and apologized, thinking everything was normal and we were hanging out. When I didn’t respond at all, seeing some major red flags in his behavior, he reached out to tell me I had thin skin (for not just going along with it and meeting him in a debatably isolated place)

I brushed it off, only to get a message from a different man, seemingly unconnected, blatantly asking for a date exactly a week later. I asked him up front (and kind of rudely) why he’d reached out and wanted to date me but he was seemingly unfazed. We seemed to have a lot in common, and were supposed to meet tonight.

Here’s where it gets weird: I asked him if we should meet at six in a particular spot. He saw it but said nothing, I figure since he was at work he was busy. But then nothing all day, and when I checked in again, he saw it after we were supposed to meet and still nothing.

He pursued me, just as the last guy, but this time made me more nervous because it feels like he wanted to make sure I was at a certain place at a certain time. For the record, it is a public place, but also very dark in the parking lot and somewhat rural. I didn’t think much of that at first, as it’s a place I’ve gone all my life, but it feels like something is going on here.

These two men were not reaching out through a dating app. I’m not on any yet as I wasn’t sure about being ready to date again, and wanted to let things happen/not happen organically. They found me through social media.

Maybe it’s not connected, but commenters on the other posts pointed out how easy it is to find someone’s address through social, and these last two men reaching out in such a way, acting in such a way, in so close a time makes me wonder. Maybe my window watching garage door banger is separate, hell, maybe even those are two separate people. I’m not sure what’s scarier, but I’m thinking it’s scarier if all of this is somehow connected as my gut tells me.

I just don’t believe in coincidences, and all of these things happening at the same time is so suspicious to me. I’ll just continue going to my gun handling/safety courses, and I start Muay Thai next month so there is that. Hope this wasn’t a boring update. I really feel a bad feeling about these two guys, and even if they aren’t connected, I hope we don’t meet.

ETA: I forgot to add that as many helpful and worried commenters suggested, we have added 4 exterior cameras.

Bad news, if you didn’t see it in one of my comments on the previous post, my mom lost her keys. They have an AirTag and police have made several attempts to retrieve them, unsuccessfully. We don’t always know the location. We have all been keeping bedroom doors locked and there are no extra keys in the main areas to those bedrooms, but it’s still very scary. Having the whole house rekeyed and my mom has been using my dad’s car since she goes to the neighborhood they’re in for work.

So yay, on top of all these weird, anxiety inducing incidents, someone out there also has keys to my house.

My parents divorced in 2006 I was 17 when they split right before their 18yr anniversary. It was a long time coming my dad sustained a head injury 4yrs prior so his drinking, and drug use went from a lot to a cyclone of crazy. So my mom risked it and left.

Dad left and we remained in the same house we had moved to from our small town to a small city near our states capital. It was weird.

But the first month he was gone we had a peace we never knew we could have. And I remember feeling actually free for the first time in my life till that point.

My dad had to be supervised by state police when he collected his stuff as he was violent, and threatened to kill me on several occasions. He never cleared out the basement but left garbage and so my mom, myself and some friends that hung out at the time helped the clean up effort, and we ended getting overall 200 bucks in returns from all the beer cans.

My friends and I got different furniture, instruments, stereos and a fridge to put soda, and beers in as we took over the garage and basement. My friends and I discovered my dad had been growing weed in the Basement as he left all of his plants, and equipment behind. At the time it was illegal in my state.

My mom has a job where she could get fired and lose her license as well. My friends and I didn't want to get involved with selling any of it, and we honestly were just interested in having fun on our terms. We liked to drink but beyond that it never got into anything more.

So we threw it all out. My dad had told us he got everything and that was it and I would never have to interact with him really he gave me up during the family court stuff. So we thought.

Our house is on a hill and borders the actual city which has alleyway access which led to the small backyard. The basement access was outside only and was kept with a pad lock, and the door itself was pretty sturdy.

The house was next to a diner, and a storage garage so everything closed after 5pm. And there were other houses the street as well and is a main drag that connects you to a small highway.

I don't remember when it started but I recall my dad would call our house nightly drunk, and accusing my mom of cheating. As he was already living with another woman at this time as well. He would call crying and just belligerent some nights. Then we started having people prowl around the house it started very subtly until my special needs sister started seeing a ski masked man at her window.

I often would chase someone away with a bat some nights alone by myself or watching my sister as my mom had to work multiple jobs. I started working as well.

I would often wait up most nights and would just patrol making sure everyone was safe, and most nights it was nothing. I developed a good layer of trauma from all of this and a caffeine addiction as I was always on alert. I had suspected a few of my dads friends especially since they were very interested in the basement.

I am also not a small person. I had given up playing football and had trained to play for a D-1 school so I was still fresh from all of it and was very strong still.

One night in particular I remember being awoken by my bedroom window being tampered with. I looked and saw a man in a ski mask trying to open my window with a large hunting knife in his mouth. I snuck down on the floor and crawled out of my room and into the living room.

I grabbed a Louisville slugger I kept by the front door. I got my shoes, and jacket on as it was winter. I snuck outside and confronted the man who I recognized as one of my dad's friends. He started talking crap and making fun of me as I warned him he needed to leave or I would hurt him.

He took a swing at me with the knife and I pulled back and cracked him on his shoulder as hard as I could and heard bones break. I watched his shoulder move in an unnatural way as he fell down in the snow.

I got on top of him and started punching him over and over taking the ski mask off. My mom came out and our neighbors came as well as he stopped moving and was unconscious. It took my mom and 5 others to pull me off of him and they had a hard time.

As we waited for the cops he came too and managed to get up as he tried to run but was having a hard time. As a car came and he hopped in as took off before we could stop him. This was before ring door bells and most people had security systems.

We all gave our story, and the cops took his knife and that was it. Things were quiet for a while before it started again that summer and I had cornered same guy in the dark in that small yard. He yelled out he wanted his equipment from the basement and I told him we tossed it and he charged me.

I picked up a large garden brick we had piled back there and tossed it over hand and hit him in the same place I did months prior and I heard bones break again. This time I sat on him as he kicked and screamed my mom called the cops, and they came and actually arrested him.

They told me that I had broken his collarbone and that he wanted to press charges. Nothing ever came of it and after which the whole situation ended up blowing over and it all stopped. My dad admitted he was involved and wasn't sorry that he pitted these men against his kids and ex-wife which has altered my relationship with him.

I saw that man during the pandemic as our city had a lot of public gatherings and such. And while I am not the same person I was very happy to see him have a level of healthy fear. Also another one of the guys involved I had run into as well at same event last year was very cautious about me and referenced he didn't want me to do what I did to his friend.

These guys are one point used to fight, and run with rowdy people with my dad. And it felt good to know that as someone who doesn't get violent that people who do have a healthy fear to never mess with my family, or to try to break into my home because there are consequences.

I don’t know where else to go with this and it still bothers me so sorry if this isn’t exactly fitting for this subreddit.

This was maybe 6-7 years ago, I have photos on my camera still I think but I haven’t charged it in ages, gave up on photography you know how it is so I hope that y’all will just trust me.

So we’ve been going on these trips as a family for a really long time now, probably 17 years if I had to guess. I won’t say where it is we go but it’s the Australian bush just to give y’all an idea of the setting. Anyway we’ve had a few creepy experiences there but nothing inexplicable but this event still weirds me out and I can’t really think of anything that explains it.

The year of this, my sister, cousin, dad and myself all drove up together and were the first to arrive at the house. We had to wait for my Grandma to arrive with the key so my dad sat on the deck with a beer and my sister cousin and I went on a little journey. The three of us made our way to a little creek not far from the house that we nicknamed “Bride to Terabithia” because of a tree that had fallen and acted us a bridge for use to get across the creek. This creek never had water in it though and was not deep or wide we could easily walk through it but the tree was fun. Anyways my cousin makes an off the cuff comment as we walk across the tree asking, sort of sarcastically, “Is there something dead around here?” because of how many flies there were. Lo and behold we get to the other side and there was something dead.

We were greeted with a dead kangaroo, nothing too jarring I had seen plenty on the side of the road but this one was cut clean in half and when I say clean I mean CLEAN like it was a perfect half there wasn’t an ounce of blood on the fur, no blood on the ground and the top half was nowhere to be found. I happened to have my camera on me and took some photos of it then my cousin poked it with a stick and literally hundreds of flies came out. My cousin and sister kept poking at it trying to move it into the creek but a fully grown kangaroo, even half of one, isn’t exactly light. Their sticks broke so I grabbed it by the tail and pulled into the creek so that we could “bury” it but really we just covered it with sticks and flowers.

We looked around up top everywhere for the second half or a trace of what might have happened to it but we couldn’t find anything. We ended up going back down into the creek and walking through it looking for something and what we found only made it even more confusing. We found, if I’m remembering it correctly, four dead rabbits but only their bottom halves, all lined up neatly along the floor of the creek until it reached thick brush that we couldn’t walk through. Same thing with these rabbits though, no top halves to be found, no blood anywhere and cut clean in half.

Sorry this way longer than I intended but I hope y’all will read through it and maybe give me some ideas to explain what this was.

P.S. We still go to this area every year and have never seen anything like this again.

So I posted the first part of this a few days ago, and now have an unfortunate update. Original post linked below

https://www.reddit.com/r/LetsNotMeet/s/jRvwbqRMXu

There hasn’t been any activity since the night after I originally posted. I was on a phone call the very next night with a friend when I noticed someone standing outside, completely shrouded in darkness.

I proceeded to talk loudly about how some creep was watching me, and they’d better watch out. Stupid, yes, but it seemed to work because all was quiet after that. Or so I thought.

Tonight was one of my oldest friends’ last night in town, so I was out til about 930pm, drove two friends home, and then myself. Since it was so early I wasn’t that worried, but still alert.

I drove up the side of the street he hid on last time, even though it was out of my way, and saw nothing out of the ordinary. I noticed one of the new houses that’s being built had its lights on, which I didn’t think much of in the moment.

Fast forward an hour, and I start hearing a weird loud banging sound across the way. I know it’s risky, but I’m not letting some asshole dictate my comfort, and I’ve also been watching for activity/pretending so I can maybe catch them, so I’ve kept my window open as usual. Hence why it was dumb to razz him the other night by talking about someone watching me, but I digress.

It stopped, so I wrote it off. Big mistake.

Shortly after, I started hearing banging again, but this time I could actually feel it. It was coming from my house.

I genuinely freaked out, like knives out status, but much more cowardly (cowering on my bedroom floor with my ear pressed to the door and knife in hand).

It was a strange hollow sound, that didn’t seem like the front door. It wasn’t.

I once again call 911, describing what’s happening and thinking they probably are going to write it off because I sounded crazy. I still feel in shock because this only just happened. Thankfully the kind dude on the line definitely took me seriously, and said someone would be on their way. (For the record, the police dept is like a 3 minute drive from my house)

I ended up tiptoeing downstairs to see, and once again felt my heart stop.

I went to the front window, ducked down, and there wasn’t anyone at the front door. Then the banging starts again, and I can tell how close it is.

I go to the side window that overlooks the garage, and that’s when I saw him. Dressed in black, hood pulled far over his face, banging wildly on the garage door with a fucking crowbar.

I honestly don’t know why he wasn’t using the crowbar to break in, but I’m super glad he didn’t as the door inside the garage that leads into the house is always left unlocked.

To say I panicked is a vast understatement. I nearly pissed myself. Which is I think understandable.

I’m just standing there, peeking out of the window watching this guy wail on my garage door with a crowbar, thinking how fucking unhinged he must be and how much I want the cops to get there NOW, when just like before, he runs off.

I quite literally just got done giving a report to the cops that showed up, my family was woken up and had to talk to them as well, as they’re the homeowners, and now they’re both so freaked out that my dad just ordered 4 exterior cameras to monitor the house.

I don’t think it’s over yet. This man has some reason he’s targeting my house, possibly me (since he started out by watching outside my window)

So, to this man, you’d better hope we never meet. I have a crowbar too.

This is a real story that’s happening now but this all really started on my birthday. I did speak with an authority about these instances but am open to hearing your takes as well. It’s been pretty frightening.

Quick backstory, I (f27) live with a female roommate -Julia - and her boyfriend. About a year ago, Julia and I started going to hangout spot and met a woman working there around our age - Sam. Julia and I stopped going after a while but I stayed friends with Sam. Not super close but.. Seeing her once every couple of weeks. She supported my business, brought me small gifts, and invited me places over the course of the year. I enjoyed being friends with her.

On my birthday, Sam (and other friends) posted my photo on social media. That’s when I get a message from an account I don’t know, asking me to message them back and discuss a film opportunity. Half curious, I respond. They say a bunch to finally come out and say they are casting adult film stars. They quote me a large amount of money. He says it’s very private. Porn sold oversees- no one will ever see. I decline politely. Honestly chuckled. Btw- they’re not googleable. There’s nothing on their social page or anything about their production company online.

The person messaging insists I text their female reference. Curiosity gets the best of me, because I do that. Female reference weirds me out.. she’s normal at first but seems too excited about the actual job. She’s encouraging me to do my casting with the person I’ve messaged and saying I’m very lucky he’s even offered… he’s only offered that to few girls. I’m thinking “no woman in porn really feels this excited/ happy/ satisfied with it all”… I’m weirded out and she’s blocked.

He messaged me to ask if we talked. I say yes but decline again and he’s blocked now too. I’m embarrassed I even considered. But THEN, a couple days later my roommate shows me a weird TEXT to her personal number. It’s the same people similar offer. They say though “we found you on a list you must have signed up” … I’m sure my rooommate did no such thing. I’ll say here- not many people know both me and my roommate omate. I tell my roommate what happened to me. We are both confused.

For the next 4 months or so I get text messages. All different kinds, all eventually saying “yes this is *not googleable adult film company here and we are so sorrry about the mixup” I answer some nice, I answer some mean, I ignore others completely. They never asked for photos, info, anything really except to consider the offer and maybe come for a drink to discuss in person. That was it. Until yesterday…

Sam sends me a message on social media. It’s a group chat with a profile I’ve never seen + Sam + my business profile. I do creative team building work. Sam wants to introduce me to her friend Dave. Dave needs to hire a team builder at a fancy hotel about an hour away from me. Sam makes the introductions- I say thank you! And then Sam leaves the group chat… Dave’s profile is empty.

She messages me privately and says basically “I use to casually see this guy. He’s good for the job! He’s pretty wealthy and I know he owns like multiple businesses. He used to be in adult film productions but I think he’s been done with that lol and this would be for a different business he has. other than that he’s a normal dude”

I message the man back and ask “what’s the company and can I have a website or some pages? Any more info?” He says well he will launch the website at the event im being hired for and that he just bought the company and it’s being branded.

But Sam is messaging me too. She says he is selling the company and this two day hotel event is for their farewell party. She suggests I bring my boyfriend since it would be an all expenses paid stay. Also, she mentioned she’s going to visit this old friend tonight to catch up over drinks. She said she hasn’t seen him in a long time.

Alright. This is weird as heck. The guy is messaging me along the lines of “sorry, I know this is weird. Feel free to bring your bf” WHAT. And he also mentions how he was seeing my friend tonight. I leave him on read until the morning - I send him the original weird adult film account and say “this you?” They say “nope” and I say yeah okay. They respond thumbs up and leave chat.

I had mentioned to Sam months ago about the weird offer and text messages I got. She too said she got bizarre messages in the past! They only stopped when she said she would call the police. She didn’t offer more detail but was driving so I didn’t push it.

So now I message Sam. And I say straight up. Sam I think this is the person that has been harassing me from different numbers. She acts weirded out and surprised. Asks about the original account that messaged me. Eventually she closes the convo and goes to bed. I left her on read. I don’t answer her call the next day and she texts me “um that was weird last lol call me if you wanna chat bc I’m confused”

I dont respond. Today she texts me “um okay…” I wrote her back. Basically saying listen you know I’ve been weirded out about this, and I’ve been wondering if someone is trying to abduct me. and now wondering if you’re involved either innocently or not it’s too much for me.” She wrote me back saying more or less she understands that it was a scary weird experience but she thinks I’m way overreacting and basically she seems offended that I even could think such I thing. She also said she wouldn’t want to ever speak with someone again who could think that about her. She left it with that she lives her life on the straight path and can’t let someone try and drag her into something like that.

Idk if you guys know this, but you can use a free website online to insert photos of someone and it will generate pages on the internet that match based on facial recognition. When I began having this fear of her involvement, I searched her and found what I am 99.9% was thumbnails of her in an adult film - either her or her splitting image - as it also pulled known photos of her.

I didn’t say this to her of course. I know. She knows. But that last statement she gave me is extra weird knowing all that. so that’s my story. Hopefully they don’t get me. I am not the one to be played with!

I [29M] was out partying this Friday night with 4 of my female friends, 2 of which I have just met that evening. We were having drinks at a club in Central Europe. The night was going great, we were dancing and talking, all of us had fun.

At around 2am, the girls grabbed a taxi and went home. I have stayed a bit more in the club, to finish my drink. I have danced on the stage for about 20 minutes, then I have grabbed a taxi and went home. When I arrived on the street where I live, my drank ass realized that I have no keys and I couldn't get home as I live alone. So I called another taxi and went back to the club to look for my keys.

First I went to the bar to ask if anybody has brought any lost keys to them that night. Unfortunately, they didn't have my keys, so I started to look for them in the club in every place that I was in that night. I have turned on the flashlight on my phone and have been looking for the keys in a mass of people. About 10 minutes go by and I haven't found anything apart from broken glass and cig butts.

I went back to the place where I was initially looking for them, this is the place where we have been having our drinks with the girls. I have started to look for my keys on the sitting benches instead of on the ground.
I've had my keys in the inside pocket of my jacket as I always do and my jacket was placed in the corner of that bench the whole night before I first left.

People were sitting on the benches and they've had their jackets on the benches too. I sat down near the corner where I was sitting before and besides me was a guy with lines of some drugs on his phone, freely giving them to other people.

He had put his jacket in the corner of the bench and I wanted to look at the corner of the bench to see if my keys haven't been pushed into the corner or something, so I grabbed his jacket and to my surprise, my keys were right under his jacket, in the middle of the bench.
I was so happy to find my keys, I was drunk and started pretty much yelling how happy I am to find my keys, as I was getting fucking desperate at that moment.
There was a guy on that bench that we have met with the girls before in the club. I will call him L. He was really nice during the whole night and so I kept talking to L when I found my keys. I've even went to the bar and grabbed another beer just to talk for a bit more with L.

I went to the toilet to have a pee and when I came back, L had found himself an acquaintance to which he was talking, so I just started to finish my beer while I smoked a cigarette and was getting ready to go home.
This is when the guy that had lines of some drugs on his phone has started talking to me. I will call him Pedro as it was definitely a fake name that he gave me.

I've been talking with him in English, Pedro was 19 years old and he was from Columbia. He told me stories about how life is in Columbia and how his family struggles. He told me that his father has died recently and he is the oldest son, so he is in Slovakia trying to make some money for the family. He even showed me photos of him and his family back in Columbia. I sympathized with Pedro and I was feeling sorry for him.
After about 20 minutes, L has scored with a girl that he met and he said that they're going home. He asked Pedro if he has any MDMA on him and he sold some to them, so L left with the girl.

People around on the bench have seen that happening and so they wanted some drugs from Pedro, so he started to make lines on his phone again. I told Pedro that I'm going home and wished him best luck, grabbed my jacket and started walking. This is when Pedro called out to me and stopped me, said that it's late and he should go back to the hotel too. He scratched the drugs from his phone on to the table, took his belongings and told the people that they can finish whatever was left for free.

Me and Pedro have walked out of the underground club. When we we're outside, he asked me if I could walk him to his hotel which was nearby, a 5 minute walk. He told me in the club that he has no friends and no family in Slovakia, I really sympathized with him. I told him that sure, I can walk him to the hotel.
We were talking the whole walk and he was saying really nice things to me, like how I get his situation and how a good person I am. When we arrived at the hotel, the door was closed and he messaged to someone to come and open the door for him. He asked if I want to have one last beer with him, to which I said sure but I will be on my way once we finish the beer.

Some girl came and opened the door for us, they have spoken in Spanish as they greeted. The hotel itself didn't really looked like a public hotel. There was a reception and stairs up and on the left was a dining room. Pedro told me to wait for him in the dining room. This was like 5am already.

I went to the dining room and there was a girl sitting with her laptop. I greeted her with "Holla" and sat down. Pedro came after maybe 3 to 5 minutes with 2 opened cans of some beverage. There was a parrot and a Jack Daniels logo, the can was in gold color I think. This is the moment that I should get suspicious and not drink from an opened can. My naive and drunk ass overlooked this fact and I have drank from the can. I was talking with Pedro about all the drug cartels in Columbia and how is their politics fucked up. After about 10 minutes I started to feel weird and I looked at my phone. My hands and eyes were tingling.
I was quickly aware of what was happening now. I turned on the location and mobile data on my phone and I put the phone in a different pocket than I did that night.

Pedro started to ask me how I'm feeling, to which my adrenaline levels blown up. I started to think that I'm being abducted by some Colombian human trafficking ring. My sight started to weirdly tingle and the lights were blinding me. My jaw was fucked up as I was pushing my teeth together. I have taken drugs in the past and this felt like a stimulant and a dissociative which was really weird for me to understand.

I tried to keep my voice calm and my mind present. I told Pedro that I know what is going on and I asked him why he gave me a stimulant if he needs me unconscious. Pedro's hands started to shake and he didn't answer to me. The girl at the laptop has looked right in my eyes, the first time that she even moved with her body. Pedro grabbed his phone and started to write to somebody on whatsapp. I told Pedro that they did a mistake in the dose and that I'm fine apart from having been unknowingly drugged.

I think that Pedro had drugged me back in the club while I went to the toilet, which was why he quickly got up when I was leaving.

Everything I said, Pedro re-wrote to somebody else and he always waited for an incoming message before saying anything to me. I started to talk to the girl too, told her that I don't give a fuck about what are they doing there, but I'm walking out.
At one moment, I remember saying that I get what Pedro is doing, but I don't get what the girls part was in all of this, to which I was pointing my finger at her.
Pedro has got a notification on his phone and he told to me that he is sorry and I can go home if I want. I didn't respond to him, got my drugged ass up and as I was walking out of the dining room, I stopped by the girl with her laptop, stared right into her eyes and I holded my right hand up in a fist bump. She looked in my eyes, gave me a fist bump and did a weird grimace on her face.
I walked to the door at the reception which were closed. I started to kick and punch the doors while yelling "open the fucking door". The receptionist did and I walked out.

My heart was pumping, my whole body was shaking. I was feeling both dizzy and awake. I ran to a main street and I was calling my mom to come and get me as fast as possible, but I didn't know where I was. I was feeling dissociated and couldn't really apprehend to what just happened.
As I got to a main street where a bus stop was, I started to feel very paranoid. There was a white mercedes SUV that stopped right in the main road near the bus stop that I stood on. They turned off the car lights and were just standing there.
I told all of this to my mom and she told me to look for a camera, so I stood right under a camera which was at the bus stop to make sure that I'm seen. I was feeling and talking weirdly to which my mom told me to talk to her, to tell her what I can see around me.

I have seen a few people that walked to the main street, everybody was on their phone and occasionally looking at me. One guy came close to the bus stop and I approached him while I still had my mom on the phone. I asked him what does he want from me and he was like "I'm sorry do I know You" to which I said that I'm sorry.
After about 10 minutes of me being on the phone with my mom, the white SUV turned on the engine and left off. My mom came by car soon after. I was walking to her car on the road but I couldn't walk properly. I felt paranoid, tons of adrenaline going through my body, my heart was pumping so fast I thought I'm going to have some kind of a seizure.

I managed to get in my mom's car. She was in her pyjamas, so much scared. I started to tell her everything that happened. I told her to drive around our city instead of driving me home in case they are following us.
We were driving around for maybe an hour, talked about what happened during the night, how the inside of that building looked and all. My jaw was going so crazy that my mom could hear it and she was really scared for me.
The whole ride, I was feeling really weird, at one point I felt like my soul left my body. I can't really describe it. I didn't feel like myself, like I'm not real. Lights were blinding me and my vision was blurred and.. tingling, like my eyes were going up and down all the time. I didn't feel no rushes of euphoria or anything. I thought that they gave me some mix of drugs.

I arrived at my home at around half past 7am.
My mom stayed at home with me, comforting me.
I tried to sleep but I couldn't. We were talking about going to the police and also about if I'm in any kind of danger anymore.
At around 11am I fell asleep. During this time my mom cleaned my apartment and my sister came to visit me.
I don't know what I would do without my family.
One of my girl friends that was with me during that night came to visit me. As I talked to her, I thought that I got some kind of an episode, like schizophrenic or something, like why the hell would I be a target of something like this. I'm a chubby beardy guy, why would they want to abduct me.

I'm afraid of going to the police as our police department and politics are corrupt and they always worked with any kind of mafia's as long as I can remember. They would take my testimony, start to investigate and then they would be stopped by their officials.

I still don't fully believe that what happened to me was an experience with human trafficking ring. However, there are so many red flags of it in what I can remember.
Like why would be Pedro scared after I called them out, why would he stopped talking to me unless someone sent him a message on his phone. Why would he even start to message somebody during our conversation.
Why the fuck would he drug me without me knowing it.

But ultimately, why the fuck would they let me go?

So, Pedro, the two girls from the weird "hotel" and, possibly the Colombian human trafficking ring - let's not fucking meet ever again.

edit: got rid of the wall of text

Update: I went to the ER with my mom this early morning as I woke up with spasms all over my body. The gave me an IV and sent a sample of my blood for toxicology report. They did som tests (EKG and blood pressure) and they've sent me home approx. 3 hours ago.

The results of the toxicology just came by mail to my mom. There were traces of Acetylfentanyl, Ethylphenidate and Ketamine in my blood.

Also, while I was being given the IV, the doctor said to my mom that this is not uncommon and they've had lot of pacients who have been unknowingly drugged during the last few years. He said that it wasn't this common before.

Edit: removed the exact location from the post for security purposes

After reading many of the stories in this subreddit, it reminded me that I have one I thought I had forgotten.

I'm a South American woman, but have been living in the States for about 11 years now. I first moved to Colorado when I was 21, to the small mountain town of Silverthorne. I was recruited by an exchange student program for college students in South America to come to the USA, work and travel during summer break in the South. Up to that point, I had never seen snow in my life, so I was extremely excited to be living in a cold, snowy place for once. I was going to be working at a very popular hotel in the town of Frisco, not too far from the hostel I was living in. The hostel itself had its own creepy stories, but I won't talk about them in details at the moment (that will be for later, perhaps). So far, I didn't know exactly what kind of job I would be doing in the hotel. All I knew is that I was supposed to show up there on a certain date and time to talk to the owner, an Ukrainian-American guy that was probably in his mid 40s back then. So I show up, introduce myself –with the basic English I had at the time– and tell him I'm excited to start working there. He gives me a weird, long stare, almost as if he was analyzing me. He was a tall man with very pronounced (?) eyebrows, so that kind of creeped me out for a second. He then showed me to the restaurant and said I would be working there as hostess, besides delivering room service orders. I really didn't think my English was that good to be in close contact with the public back then (I thought I would be working back of the house or housekeeping), but he insisted. For those who are familiar with the area, this part of Colorado is not too far from Vail, so it's needless to say they get very, very busy there during ski season and I was dealing with customers from all over the world. That's when I also started helping out as a server during breakfast, and of course would get lots of orders wrong by my lack of English, which made the owner very mad. I remember one time that my coworker and friend was taking a little bit longer to wipe down one of the tables when we had guests waiting to be seated, so he grabbed the towel from her hand, yelled at both of us to get out of his and stop being so damn useless and then proceeded to throw the towel at her face. Let me just make a small note here to say that this girl was also an immigrant like me, with fantastic English and living in the country for years, but he would always try and find ways to show us how slow, dumb, or inferior we were compared to him, an American citizen. Then at night, after the place had slowed down, he would then act all apologetic and buy us drinks at the bar, make forward comments about my appearance and even caress (yep) my legs. I was starting to feel uncomfortable around him and would always try to not be in the same room as he was. During work hours, I would be focused on customers or talking to my coworkers, and I would never make eye contact with him if he was present.

On New Year's Eve that year, there was a big incident in the hostel I lived at. I was out that night with a few coworkers, but learned later that one of the residents had gotten way too high on who knows which drug and started chasing down one of my friends (also from South America) inside the hostel, while pointing a gun at him, yelling racist slurs and making death threats. He got arrested, but it was easy to say that most of the students living there no longer felt safe. While telling about the incident to one my coworkers the next day, the big boss overheard the conversation and immediately came to check on me and make sure I was ok. I thought he was being very nice and thanked him for checking. He said I should not be staying at the hostel anymore given the circumstances and invited me to stay in one of the hotel rooms, free of charge for the next 2 weeks, while I looked for a new place. That seemed very generous of him, especially given the fact the hotel would be completely booked often since it was the peak of ski season. I accepted his offer and 'moved in' the next day. I was so overwhelmed with happiness for finally having some privacy (I was sharing a room with 5 other girls in the hostel) and for getting some extra sleep before working my breakfast shift, since I was now literally living at work, lol.

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That was until one night later that week where I felt extremely exhausted after being slammed in the restaurant all day and delivering orders to several rooms. I was ready to get cozy in my hotel room and go to sleep (I was off the next day). I think it was around 2 in the morning when I woke up completely groggy and noticed that my door room was open. I could see the lights in the hallway. Then I noticed the silhouette of a tall person, standing inside my room and watching me sleep. I couldn't see a face, but could definitely tell it was a man. As I start realizing what's going on, I hear a metal clanking noise, as if he was getting ready to take his belt off. WTF?! I yelled.

That person quickly got out of my bedroom. The next day I asked management and my coworkers and said there was definitely someone in my room the night before. They said I was probably dreaming or someone from housekeeping must have gotten into the wrong room. Wrong room? At 2 in the morning? Housekeeping? The owner didn't comment on the case, and stopped talking to me or even acknowledging my presence after that. To my relief, of course.

Nothing else happened. I moved on, got a new job, a new apartment to live in, etc. About a year after my little incident, while checking the local Summit Daily News, who do I see on the front page? Him. The owner.

He had been arrested the night before after getting two female hotel guests way too drunk at the bar and 'letting himself' into their rooms once they had crashed for the night. They woke up and there he was, standing in the room, staring at them, while getting ready to make his next move.
They screamed bloody murder and called the police immediately.

Was it him in my room that night? I'm 99% sure it was, but kind of relived I didn't get to find that out. What creeps me out the most about this situation is that, what about those nights I completely crashed after one too many drinks? You know how the altitude can affect your alcohol tolerance, and oh man, it really did it for me. I'm from the sea level and not a big drinker, but a few times I woke up with zero memories from the night before. So, the unsettling question is: was that the first time someone got in my room? And how many more guests at this hotel had this happen to them without even realizing it?

This happened while in my early 20s my best friend was always getting into risky shit. While she did various drugs I was always more of a pot head. When they said pot was a gateway drug I believe it’s true to a certain extent with those who have addictive personalities. She definitely developed an addiction issue later on. My friend her name was KK was always down to meet people. She used to friend random people on facebook or instagram. She would ask me to hang out so that way when she met people I was the buffer just incase they didn’t like each other.

One day she came over to my house unannounced and was like hey let’s go to my uncles house, cause her aunt was there and her aunt had some goods. Her aunts happened to be down the road. Her aunt and her uncle were known as dealers in the area. So we went. When we got there she was like hey I met this guy online he goes by Joey Crack. Then she shows her aunts his pictures and wide set man, with a red goofy face, cornrow braids, face tattoos and a gold grill. I laughed, and said wow K you really know how to pick em.

She had already invited him over, so upon his arrival he then comes out of no where just walks right up and gives K a hug and everyone else there a kiss on the cheek. This part of town there was nothing around just houses, a school, and woods. Closest store was about 20min, so it struck me as odd that he walked here. So it was me, K, her aunt, and the aunts friend. We sit and get 3 joints in rotation. By this time both aunts are high as a kite on coke, they take a few puffs then go inside the house. Leaving me, K and Joey crack outside. Joey then starts asking us questions like how we know each other, what we do for a living etc. It was getting late so I was telling her I was going to go home. She was like no don’t go yet. I told her I was tired and that Joey is weird, and he kept low key hitting on me.

She then tells me he asked to sleep with her and he wanted to asked her to ask if I was down. I laughed it off and said ya crazy. And after a while of silence, I deflected and heard some noise that’s was in the darkness. “Ya heard that?”. After a bit of small talk between him and K he then learned that neither one of us was interested it was just a hang out. This then turns the mood you can feel it. It was suddenly eerie quite. He got reserved and shifty eyed. I sat down for a while just to please K. At one point I turned to Joey (knowing he walked here and it was dark by now) what you bouta do? Cause im bouta go home and K’s coming with me. He was like “I just texted my boy he’s bouta come get me”. When he was texting K was right behind him watching him texted. Her eyes grew wide and she looked at me. That was silent girl code for “bitch wtf”.

K broke the silence and was like hey come help me get his thing from inside to bring it out. So I did, we went inside and she was like ima call my uncle so he can take us to your place. And I was like why? My house was like a 10 minute walk. She said cause when she was looking at Joey text. He sent to whoever was coming to pick him up the information of all of us here. He noted that her aunts were high on coke, as us along with our age. He was telling his boy to come over to basically to rob and rape us. And called dibs on the blonde one. I was the blonde one. Every hair stood up on my body with the thought of some gross goon tryna have his way with me. I was mad, cause she got me into this shit.

We came back out and continued our conversation with him so he wouldn’t get suspicious of us. She mentions out loud that her uncle was on his way home. As he pulls in a sigh of relief comes over me. They speak briefly and Joey then departs into the darkness before his ride even shows up. K and I get a ride from her uncle to my house on the ride we noted how weird Joey was. Later that night as I was going to bed I check my Facebook and I have a friend request from Joey and a message. “You’re so pretty I would love some alone time with you without your friend.” The message ended with his number. I never blocked someone so fast. After this K didn’t learn her lesson but that’s another story for another time. A week later Joey was in the news he was wanted for SA, robbery and drug possession . A bullet well missed on my part. Joey Crack let’s never meet again.

I have been a long-time reader of this subreddit, so it is honestly kind of surreal that I now find myself writing about an experience I had very recently

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It was a Friday night and I had gone to bed early, as I had work on Saturday morning. After reading in bed for a bit, I drifted off at around 10:30 PM, only to wake up about an hour later to loud screams and people yelling profanities. I thought my girlfriend was watching a movie with the volume way up, and I went out into the loungeroom to ask her to turn it down a little. Instead, the TV was off, and my girlfriend was staring at the front door, with her eyes wide. Our apartment is on the ground floor of the building, and so our front door opens directly out into the lobby of the builidng. The voices in question were coming directly from the lobby- I could not make out specifics (In my defense, I was half asleep and the language of the country I live in is not my first language), but there was a lot of swearing involved. My first thought was that it was some kind of domestic dispute, but after listening I realised it was a group of men that sounded extremely aggressive.

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I looked at the WhatsApp group chat for my apartment building, and to my horror saw a message from one of the people in it that there were armed men in the building, and that we should not leave our flats. The country I live in is experiencing a marked uptick in crime, and I had heard stories of armed groups of men robbing entire apartment blocks - but these had seemed fairly apocryphal to me. However, that was my first thought- that these men would kick down our door and rob us. One of my dogs started to growl at the commotion outside- I shushed him and thankfully he obeyed.

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I heard a commotion in the apartment above me and went out to my patio to see what was happening. I heard what sounded like a large piece of furniture being knocked over, and women and children screaming in terror. At this point I had no idea what was going on, but I knew that by now they would have robbed us already, if that is what they had planned to do. My girlfriend and I decided to hide in a small shed at the end of our patio, monitoring the group chat on our phones. Our bigger dog silently stood watch outside the door of the shed, his eyes locked on the sliding door at the end of the patio. I would find my smaller dog later, cowering between the washing machine and the dryer.

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After ten extremely tense minutes, I heard the screeching of tires- signalling what I hoped was the perpetrators fleeing the scene. Eventually, someone in the group chat said the police had arrived, and breathing a huge sigh of relief, I came out of hiding and opened the front door.

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Alarmingly, on the floor of the lobby there were zipties that had been cut, and the security guard was talking to one of the tenants. The man was bleeding from a large gash on his face, and looked extremely shaken.

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Over the next few hours the story would unfold.

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The man I saw, with the gash on his face, was the tenant in the upstairs apartment- the one that I had heard the commotion coming from. He was the owner of an import/export business and for whatever reason, had a sizable sum of money - in cash - hidden in his apartment. Someone had obviously found out about it, and planned out the robbery that woke me from my sleep on Friday night. A group of eight men had followed him into the apartment building's garage and ambushed him as he got out of his car, and judging from the gash on his face, roughed him up a bit. Some of the group of eight had gone to the lobby, surprised the security guard and ziptied him. The remainder of the group had gone up to the apartment, robbed it, and then fled the scene.

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It is fairly chilling to think that armed men were mere meters from my front door. So, to the armed men that stormed my apartment building to steal my neighbour's cash- let's not meet.

Skip down if you do not care for context (Edited the story to add the proper ending, I wrote this kind of fast originally)

Okay so for context for this story, I live in a pretty rural area. We live on the outskirts of our town which already is small compared to the populations of the other towns in California - we're about 15 minutes from the small town and 40 minutes from the main city. We live down a dirt road with some neighbors, our house has no other fences attached to ours and on two sides of the house is only fields and dirt roads, one side having a single house in the field. The other two sides have a couple neighbors down other roads and nobody really interacts out here except my dad talking to two of them sometimes.

I was probably 12 when this happened - I had low self esteem and I wanted to start exercising more. I had been enrolled in a charter school due to bullying (yes, that played into my self esteem but let's get on with the story.), so I didn't really have many ways of exercise besides a treadmill that we owned. I wanted to start getting fresh air too so my mom suggested that since we live out here that it would be peaceful to take walks down the back dirt road. I agreed even though I was stubborn about it half the time, but we began walking and usually would go in the mid to late afternoon when it would start cooling down outside but was still light - in case it got dark we took our flashlight too.

Being out here, it was notorious for stray dogs to sometimes make their way out here and we would carry pepper spray and a mini bat just in case one got vicious - however a dog will play into this story. One day me and my mom decided to go on a walk in the later afternoon. So me and my mom took off and started walking down the road. When you walk about a quarter of a mile down the road, you start to come towards a little cross section. There's a road going left to the highway, a road going right to the neighbor's house, or the road goes straight down to a utility road. Me and my mom discussed walking down the utility road to get a good walk in since it went on for a while.

When we started getting to the cross road this dog came out of literally nowhere. We were looking at it and it was in the center of the roads, staring at us. Me and my mom looked at it and my mom said that she got this feeling in her stomach that we needed to turn around and walk home. So she grabbed my arm and started leading me back home and then let go so that we could walk. We were in the midst of walking when she looks ahead and stops to stare at something.

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I ask what she's looking at and she points. A white car pulled up to our fence and quickly backed up and shot down the road on the side of our house. Mind you nobody ever goes down this road except one old man that we know - anyone else who does usually is scoping out my dad's tools to steal. My mom said she felt a bit uneasy because of it and pulled me to the edge of the dirt road, almost into the field. The car had driven to the highway and left, or so we thought.

We continued walking back to our house when this car comes back and drives down the road we were walking alongside. I caught a glimpse and it was this smaller white car with black tinted windows that you couldn't see through. My mom instantly got a feeling of impending doom and pulled me into the field, not too far but far enough. We kept walking through the field towards our house, getting closer now, when this car comes back down the road. My mom stops me in my tracks to see what the car is doing, and it drives back to our house and starts driving around it super fast (for context, we have a random road and area that goes around our yard on our property.)

My mom waits until the car drives back down the side road and she tells me we need to start running, so that's what we did. We started running through the field, getting to one of the little sections near my yard. The car comes back and drives down the road trying to cut us off. Me and my mom are panicking at this point and have no idea who this is and why they're acting like this. The car circles around again and my mom drags me to further to the (right? I think.) of where we were and told me we're going to run down into the ditch. We get down in the ditch and the car comes back around and pulls to the edge of the ditch where we were.

The front of the car was facing us and all I could think about was if it drove down, it would hit me and my mom and probably kill us. My mom quickly put her arm in front of me and stood dead still while I was literally horrified and dropped our flashlight and I think my water bottle. The car was getting ready to drive down where we were and then suddenly they backed up and drove around the yard, going back down the side road to the highway.

Me and my mom felt like our souls left and she tells me to run, don't look back, and get to the front gate. I run up the ditch, feeling my heart pounding. I run around the yard and towards the front gate, flinging I open and I started running towards the front door. I did not hear my mom behind me - I was running to the door to open it right when I looked over and saw the car coming back down the side road. I ran into the house, trying to catch my breath. I saw the car drive down the road and I didn't see my mom, so I was panicking.

I ran towards the sliding glass door and suddenly my mom comes running towards it and flings it open, running in and locking it. She tells me to go lock the front door while I try to catch my breath and tell her I was scared because I had no idea where she was. She went to chug some water from the fridge and told me that when I was running, she was trying to shut the front gate when she noticed the car coming back down the road. She said she knew she wouldn't have time to follow me to the door so she ran behind my sisters car to stay out of view of the car, and when it drove back down the road she took the opportunity to run to the back door since it was closer to my sister's car.

It's crazy to think that if we hadn't seen that dog standing there in the road and decided to turn back, that we may of been run down. Fortunately we haven't seen the car again and think it may of just been some crazy person or druggie who just so happened to come down our road that day.

(21F) I don’t know how long this will be. It took me about four days to be able to actually type this out. Got weird mini anxiety attacks when I tried. I’ll be the first to admit that I have(had) a very “can’t happen to me” complex, and that’s kind of what occurred in this story.

I’m a university student, and live in a rental house with five other people. It is farrrrr from ideal, but in this housing outcry that we’re living in, It takes that sting off of us having to pay a bunch of money a month to exist in a box. This has relevancy, I swear.

I got extremely lucky last weekend when the five of the roommates I had were all out for the weekend. This has never happened, so I was ecstatic to have the house to myself. I did the whole 21 year old girl home alone stuff you can think of; watching movies with the volume loud, taking long ass showers, walking around the house without a bra etc etc.

It was around 10 PM, I had finished some homework and was relaxing with a glass of wine and watching some streaming services. It sounded briefly like there was something moving on the porch. We’ve had a fox in our yard before, and the thing used to make a lot of noise on our porch, so I assumed that to be the case.

After hearing some fumbling the second time, I went over to check through the window. There was nothing there. As I’m turning to head back to the living room, a piece of cement flies through our kitchen window (I didn’t know it was cement at the time, but not important).

I think I peed myself a little bit when it happened, but I definitely screamed like a little girl. My moronic ass started unlocking the door to go outside, but common sense seized control of me again, and I locked the door back. I also ran to the back door to make sure it was still locked, even though it’s glass and wouldn’t make a difference.

Oddly enough, at this time, my grandma’s words came into my head about something her own mother had told her.

“If someone tries breaking into your house, turn the lights off. You know the inside of your house better than they do.”

I shut the lights off in the living room and managed to turn the TV off, which was hard because my hands were shaking. My dad used to give me and my siblings advice on protection measures, which were not resonating at this time.

I secured myself in my upstairs bedroom (roast me if you want) and had turned all of the lights out in the house as I passed them. While walking up the stairs I could hear the door knob shaking furiously from the front door. Don’t know if there was more than one person, or if they realized they couldn’t jump the fence to get into the back yard.

While calling for emergency services on speaker, I secured my hunting knife to the end of my hockey stick with hot pink duct tape (I know that’s probably one of the most Canadian things I could say). If I was going to have to use it, at least it would look fabulous.

I stayed in the dark holding my makeshift spear for what was probably about fifteen minutes. I’m really glad I wasn’t being murdered in that amount of time.

The operator told me police were coming, which they eventually did. Took a very unsettling amount of time. The only reason I left the bedroom in the first place was because I heard knocking on the door downstairs, and the police lights were flashing through the window. Otherwise, someone would have had to come in and physically pull me out the room.

Statement was given, but that’s all they did. Literally all they did. Literally. Literally all they did. Nothing else. Literally that.

A very nice female officer stayed with me in the house and helped me clean up the glass until my brother showed up to bring me to his place for the rest of the weekend. So shout out to Officer Cutie with the tattoos!

I made an appointment with a Doctor to get out on anxiety medicine, as well as medicine for nightmares. I know I wasn’t in any physical danger (at that point), but I’ve had some very charming dreams about similar scenarios, and I was just finding it easier to stay awake. Maybe that’s juvenile of me, but I’m human.

Meds are working fine, and I’m back at my house, with wall to wall people again. And honestly, I don’t hate that so much anymore.

Please have a fun, safe weekend!

UPDATES WILL BE POSTED AT THE END.

So, I have never posted on this sub, though I have other stories I’ve buried deep until recently, but this is happening, in the present.

I have had people stalk and follow me before, and because of that and my true crime addiction, I’ve become supremely paranoid and a solid curtain-twitcher.

I (31f) reside in an upstairs room that was my first room to myself as a child. I had to leave a bad situation and therefore ended up back at my childhood home.

For reference, when our house was built, we were told that the field to our left (with horses and a barn at the time) would one day soon be a development. It was 2000 when we were told that, and it wasn’t until 2022 that roads started being formed and foundations laid.

I’d already had someone follow me home before when I was young, (posted about it but don’t know how to link) but I was in a different bedroom next door.

My parents put in a free library that’s right below my window, and nighttime security lights that are very bright and turn on if you’re within like 20’ of the side of my house my room is on.

I’ll admit, having an open field next to me so long made me accustomed to not closing the curtains when I change, because there was never anyone to watch. Now there is.

For the past two weeks, the “burglar” lights next to the free library have been going off late at night. Because my one side of the curtain is open so I can use my vape, that’s the only reason I noticed at all.

I didn’t think too much at first; we lock all the doors and windows, every night, and I’m on the second floor. I also always looked out to see if it was a car, someone walking their dog, or a deer, only to see nothing. To add, they put in a shit ton of streetlights around this area so visibility is great.

But it just kept happening.

So last night, I did my usual, and I saw the lights come on out of my peripherals.

I acted natural, giving full view out the window I was going to bed (it was about 3am) turning the tv off, closing the window and curtains, turning the light out.

Then I ducked down, peering through the curtains to the sidewalk below.

I honesty thought I was going to pass out when after a few minutes, maybe 5, someone comes out from the side of my house. All silhouette, dressed in black.

They kept their back to me until the light turned off, but I swear I could still see them standing there, looking up like they could see me. I called the police, but while I was on the phone with the operator I saw him run off.

There wasn’t much they could do, except say they’d have a car drive around and look.

My parents are asleep and I know I have to tell them tomorrow. This scares the crap out of me.

If it hadn’t been happening for weeks and was a solo incident, I would probably be fine about it, but the fact that the light has been going off without me seeing activity, and what happened tonight, makes me think this person has been watching me, and watching my house.

To the person outside my window, let’s please never fucking meet.

Small update: I did tell my parents and at first they brushed me off, claiming I’d had a couple drinks and it was late, so I probably just saw someone checking out the library.

I then had another conversation about it with just my dad, who said that there had been reports the last couple weeks of car break ins, and since my car is parked on my side of the street right outside my window, maybe they were trying to break into it.

I pointed out that if he was trying to get into my car, why was he pressed up against the house where he wasn’t visible from my window? And why did he at no point go towards my car?

I think I freaked him out enough that we are going to potentially get a camera for that area. Given all the development happening around us, I think it’s smart even without this incident. Thank you all for your advice and replies! I’ll update here again if anything happens