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Buy 5 quarts of Castrol Edge full synthetic motor oil and get a $15 gift card after REB plus two times points at O'Reilly Auto Parts. This happened just a few hours before posting. I'm currently off of work and decided to deliver for doordash to get some money on the side. I was on my way to deliver someone's food when I had accidentally almost hit this guy while changing lanes. I don't know if I just didn't see him or if he like sped up to get in front of me or whatever, but he took it very personally. I went back into the left lane and he sped up and brake checked me. Then I stopped at a red light and he got out of his car and hit my window. The light turned to green so I just sped off and then he pulled up next to me at the next light. He was shouting at me a bunch of nonsense. So when the light turned green I sped off again and I thought I lost him. I delivered the food and decided to go home. On my way home he had found me and pulled up next to me yet again and shouted at me again. I called my dad while I tried to lose him again. Eventually I had pulled into a gas station and he drove off. My dad came and we talked. While we were talking I saw a car that looked like him drive by, but I'm not sure if it was him or not. After that my dad and I just drove home. I'm not sure if this is going to be that interesting of a story since it happened at such a young age that the story had to be relayed onto me through family. When I was around one to two years old, me and my sister were at my aunt's house. My mom, me and my sister were outside in the front yard and she said she needed to go inside for something and left my sister outside with me. My sister was around 56 at the time and should have never been put in charge of a baby. Anyway, during the time she had left and it was just the two of us outside, apparently someone had grabbed me and no one noticed until my mom came back outside and I was nowhere to be seen. She immediately freaked out. And my uncle at the time had driven around the area to go searching for me. He had a feeling about who he knew it was and was on the verge of breaking into the guy's house because he had banged on his door multiple times and was ignored. My aunt must have talked him out of it because they ended up just going back home and calling the police. When the cops got there, they drove around and they ended up finding me multiple blocks away, just standing outside of the very house that my uncle said was the guy. They never made any arrests on the guy and I don't even think they questioned him. My family says they think that once he had heard the sirens coming, he panicked and just left me outside to be found because there was no way a baby that had just recently started walking could have wandered that far off on my own. For context, I'm a 27 year old male. At the time of the story, I had just turned 22. I got a new job at a company named Cisco Foods. I worked for this company doing overnight shifts at a warehouse. I would clock in at 8pm and get out at 6am One night on my way home, I noticed I was a little low on gas. I had already passed the usual QT I like to stop at, but I didn't have enough gas to make the 50 minute drive home. I decided to pull over at one of the many other gas stations along my route home before the main freeway. I pulled into the station and it was completely empty. I was gonna pay at the pump so I grabbed the pump and put it in my car. I selected my gas type and started pumping. I locked the pump so it would go on its own and pulled out my phone and started watching YouTube videos. About 45 seconds passed when I looked up and saw a disheveled looking man with a dark hoodie approaching me. I instantly knew something was wrong. He was walking straight towards me, maybe about 40ft or so. I decided to speak to him. Hey, are you okay? No response. He kept approaching, picking up his pace. He was about 15ft from me when I saw him draw a knife from his hoodie pocket. My stomach dropped. I was shaking in A moment of flight or fight. I ripped the pump from my car, spilling gas and failing to put my gas cap back on. I ran around my car to the door, but I was too slow. I turned around and he was right on my heels and in pure panic, I swung a lame right hook that loosely connected with the man's head. He had swung his knife at me when I did this, cutting my hand and my cheek, but then dropped the knife afterwards due to my feeble attempt of fighting him back. He went to retrieve the knife and as he did, I had hopped in my car and peeled the hell out of there. I drove until I was about 10 minutes from home when I realized I was bleeding. When I got home, I had ran to my grandpa who usually wakes up early in the morning to read his book and drink his coffee, and I just cried to him, telling him everything that just happened. He took me to the police station to file a report and thankfully my cuts were minor and healed fine. I've never really been in any kind of fight or physical confrontation, so this to me was the scariest moment of my life. The lesson I learned from this was to always keep your head on a swivel and to never stop at any desolate, empty gas stations. Stay safe everyone. I'm a 21 year old female, but this encounter happened when I was just seven years old. I lived in a trailer park neighborhood where there were two bus stops, one at each end of the neighborhood. I lived in the middle, so I had a 10 minute walk home, but I had always walked with my friends and older brother. We were new to the neighborhood, so we didn't know about who to really worry about. But my friend, who we'll call Maria for privacy, had always told me to watch out for the red van. The red van lived in the front where we got picked up and dropped off by the bus. One day on her way home, Maria had stopped to tie her shoe just down the road from her house. We were halfway to my house when we looked up. I saw the red van driving down the street and being so young and dumb, I pointed at it and said, hey, is that the van you always tell me about? To which she said, yes. We were watching it drive away in the direction of my house, but then it quickly stopped and turned around, now coming at us very quickly, we got up and ran towards her house. As soon as it turned down a road, my brother's friends had told my brother and I to go run through the woods which has a trail that leads to our house. I Ran like hell all the way home. A couple of weeks go by and again I'm walking home from school when I see the red van parked in my driveway. I stood back in terror as I saw the old mangy looking guy and my dad talking. After gaining the courage to finish walking home, my mom comes out and quickly tells me to come inside. She told me that she didn't want me going outside until the guy left but never told me why. Come to find out he's registered and he was selling my dad drugs. My parents ended up splitting up shortly after due to unrelated reasons of the guy and we left the trailer park. But I'll forever stay away from all creepy vans. Early this morning around 3am there was a knock on the door. My dog started to bark aggressively. I had a gut feeling telling me not to open the door. I asked who it was. A lady responded by saying this is security. I need you to open the door so I can talk to you. Well, first of all, we don't have any kind of security here. Second of all, she kept covering up the peephole so I didn't respond. She actually tried to see if the door was unlocked. I called 911. The dispatcher stayed on the line until the police got here. She asked me if the lady was still there. I told her yes and that she's trying to open the door. The police finally got here and escorted her off my doorstep. Apparently she was on something but it wasn't enough to take her away. She was wearing a black tank top and black shorts. I was thinking to myself yesterday that it's a real security uniform. They gave me an incident number in case she comes back, but I really hope she doesn't. When I was about 12 years old, I was still living in Las Vegas. At the time. My mom and I were babysitting one of our friends daughters who was about 2 or 3 years old. My parents, the little girl and I walked to the gas station next to our apartment complex to go get some snacks. My dad was talking to someone so my mom, the little girl and I wanted to leave and figured my dad would catch up. The way it's set up was that the apartment complex next to that was a small car wash, then the gas station. We were passing the car wash when there were two guys in a white ranger looking truck. The passenger rolled down his window and then said to my mom, so how much would it take for us to take them off your hands? I looked at my mom and she just told us don't look at them. Just keep walking. I think I remember hearing the door start to open and then out of nowhere my dad comes running out of the store full force yelling, what the hell do you think you're doing? Harassing my wife and kid. I've never seen someone get back into a vehicle and take off so quickly. Nothing else came of it. We didn't get a license plate number or even remember what they looked like. Please be careful out there. There's a lot of scary people in this world. I'm a female in my 40s and I've been in a long term relationship for over a decade now. My partner and I went to London for a getaway and we live in Scotland. My partner was napping in the hotel and it was a Thursday night. I can't remember exactly what time it was, but he had a headache. I want to say it was about 5 or 6pm I had decided to go out and buy some snacks for us because we had planned on having an evening in. I ended up walking for about 20 minutes because I got distracted looking at all the sights around me. It's worth mentioning this was October so it was pretty dark. Anyway, I decided to get a taxi back to my hotel instead of walking back, which might sound lazy, but I had the money for it and I was willing to spend it being lazy. I approached a taxi and the male driver told me to get in. He was an average looking guy, he looked completely normal. He asked where I was going and I told him the hotel. He said that he'd park a street away from it, which I didn't really think much of. I texted my partner to let him know I was on my way back and in no time the taxi came to a halt. I opened my purse and got the money out to give to the driver. However, he'd started demanding £50 for driving. I remember the fare meter was saying £20 or something like that. I can't remember the exact amount now because, well, this took place like seven years ago. I pointed this out to him and the driver began shouting at me demanding that I give him 50 pounds because he had just driven me to my destination and also that I couldn't get out of his car until I gave him the full amount. It was then that it dawned on me that the doors were auto locked so I couldn't even get out if I tried. I suddenly felt very uneasy. Now I'm naturally a level headed person and I really pride myself on never getting into these types of situations. I tried to defend myself stating the Fair amount was visible on the fare machine and that I wouldn't be overpaying. I threatened to report him, but he just kept on ranting and raving. I got my phone out and he actually tried to grab it right out of my hands. This was the last stroll. I felt extremely uncomfortable and as much as I resented it, I decided that my best option would be to just give him the damn money. I like to carry cash with me at all times and because I was on a trip I happened to have £150 in my purse. I handed him the money and then screamed at him to let me go and did not touch me. He grabbed the money and sniffed. Was one of the weirdest interactions I've ever had, even to this day. Thankfully, however, he unlocked the doors and I immediately got out of the taxi and practically sprinted to the hotel. Once I was there, I told my partner everything. I hadn't even thought to call him or text him as I was running back to the hotel. He was horrified and he tried to encourage me to go to the police, but I decided not to because I figured they wouldn't do anything. My partner tried his best to persuade me to report it, but he respected my decision not to. This might not sound that scary, but being locked in some random guy's car was a really scary experience. I feel like he robbed me, but I had to give him the money because I couldn't think of any other way out of that situation. If I refused to give the money, I was afraid he would have harmed me or something. The rest of the trip was smooth sailing, but I've never been back to London since. My name is Ryan and when I was six years old I lived in a kind of sketchy neighborhood. It was pretty small and in my cul de sac was around three houses. Anyway, I was playing around in this toy house that I had. It was one of those big ones that you could fit into a little bit. After coming outside, a big white van pulled around our cul de sac. It stopped right in front of our house and probably a middle aged looking man walked out and started walking towards me. When he finally got to me, he asked, well, hello there. Where's your mommy and daddy? I proceeded to tell him that my mom was watching TV in her room and my dad was at work. As I said this, a wide grin came on my face as he told me, hey kid, I bought way too much candy for Halloween and I have a ton of extras. Would you like some? Now as a kid I was always taught that talking to strangers is bad and the bad people are everywhere. In response to the man, I told him I'm not supposed to talk to strangers. His grin then slowly turned into this blank expression. At this point I was really freaking out and started to cry. The man then grabbed my wrist and started dragging me towards his van as if an angel came to save me. Right at that moment my mom bursted through the front door screaming for me. I started screaming and crying for her as her mother instincts then kicked in. I think my mom scared the guy because he let go of my wrist right away running back to his van and then sped down our road all while I was still in tears. After that happened, we got security cameras and we brought any of my stuff from the front yard to the backyard. I'm 14 now and I now know very well that there was no candy in that van.
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I used Bumble and had nothing but bad experiences. One stands out. And it was one night when I was in my basement with my bearded dragon. I matched with a guy named Dalton, and yes, I'm using his real name because of what a creep he was. We FaceTimed on Instagram and he told me that he had a bearded dragon too. He asked me if I'd come over and I got nervous and just politely declined, which he then just said, it's okay. Then he hung up on me. Red flag. I went to go show my sister, who I'll call Leona. She thought that he looked creepy. Well, a year later, after I blocked him, Leona, my mom, my twin brother and I went to Alabama in July of last year to go see Cody Johnson sing. I was very excited because blindness has allowed me to have a deep love for music, especially country. A day into the trip, I was laying on the couch trying to wake up when I had heard my sister say show Kayla. Wait, what? What was going on? I wondered as I sat up to go to the kitchen. Is everything okay? I asked. Someone tried to break into our house at 8:30 this morning, Leona told me. I was absolutely shocked and terrified. My poor dad was back in Georgia by himself and he had to deal with the guy. Little did I know that it was Dalton. Leona read me the text that my father sent. This dumb idiot tried to break in. Dalton was shirtless and he was holding a car key. He was shouting, revelation. What the hell? Our family dog, Georgia began barking, so my dad went to see if she was okay. Then he saw Dalton by the front door. He also went to my freaking window and peered in where my dragon was. When my dad got outside with his gun, Dalton then said, you end is now. Hey man, your end will be now if you don't get off my property, dad said. Dalton walked up the driveway with his hand raised as my dad got it on video. I felt so ashamed. Was it all my fault? How did he find my house if I blocked him? I should have never gone on Bumble to begin with. And I should have listened to Leona, who always told me to just meet a guy in person. The rest of the concert and trip was fun. I remember my mom saying how thankful she was that I wasn't home at the time, because who knows what could have happened to me? A week later, I was rocking my bearded dragon to sleep when my mom was on Access North Georgia as soon as she read Dalton's full name, my heart sank when it matched the guy that I'd matched with a year ago. All I can do is thank God that he was caught before anything else happened. Being blind can really suck sometimes when you feel like a failure and have to rely on dating apps to find the one that God may have in store for you. But I'm never doing that again. Dalton made me realize that you can never trust anyone so easily. I just want to say that I'm doing okay now. I've gone to therapy and I work at a bakery now. I'm trying to focus on God and myself before meeting a guy in person and adult in you really need serious help. Thank you all so much for listening. So I recently visited my family in South Carolina for my father's funeral and this story came up as we talked and shared memories at my cousin's house. My father's sister Catherine told me a story about when My father was 10 and lived in New Caney, Texas with Catherine and some other family members. We also found some stuff online all about the incident which almost left her in tears. My father was walking to his school, which was near the 76 truck stop, and he decided to cut through the stop to get to school faster. He had stumbled upon a decaying corpse on the treeline where the trailers parked. There were clothes strewn everywhere and even some in tree branches above the body. The police were alerted and they found the body behind the truck stop. My father was very obviously shaken and traumatized by this experience, but he never told me as a kid, nor did my mother. Nobody ever mentioned it or referenced it. The most disturbing part of this story is the fact that the killer is still on the loose and because of the corpse being near a truck stop, a possible serial killer. So this happened like six years ago when I was like 18 and my dad was still alive. He drove a tractor trailer and was on the road from Sunday night until Friday night. Horrible schedule and was really tough on a kid who just wanted to hang out with his dad on Sunday nights. At about 11pm to midnight I would drop him off at his truck so I could use his car to get to class. I'm a big dude so I wasn't worried about always being out so late. Typically all I would do is drive him to his truck, drop him off and then go home and sleep. This night it was particularly late and he needed some money from the ATM he used Citizens bank, but both ATMs were offline because of scheduled Maintenance. I know because I called the 1, 800 number. They told us they would be back online in about an hour. So me and my pops decided to just sit in the parking lot of a grocery store that had an ATM inside of it. The whole time we were sitting there. A group of guys, about seven of them, had been walking around the parking lot up and down the street. About 45 minutes after calling that 1-800number, that same group of guys slowly walked to our car. There was a car parked to our right. Four guys stood behind our car, one in front of the adjacent car and then two at our window. One knocks on my window, a faint smirk on his face, then says, hey, excuse me, do you know what time it is? Uh, yeah, it's 1:30. He then smiles and says, sorry, I can't hear you. Can you roll down your window, man? I know that he could hear me. It was a big window with thin glass. I didn't say anything. I just turned my key and drove away. The guy in front of the adjacent car had shifted in front of my car, but quickly moved when he realized I had no intention of letting him stop me. Maybe they wouldn't have jumped us, but who the hell surrounds someone's car at 1:30 in the morning to ask what time it was? They had phones. I grew up in rural southern Mississippi a long time ago, long before cell phones. My stepfather had a job as a trucker for a short while and was off on a job. My mom and I were home alone together often during this time that he would be on the road. A 910 year old girl and a sly woman, not even 5ft tall. My mother and I were watching TV when our dog Mandy, who was just sleeping on the floor, suddenly stood up and started growling. She went to the door and growled, then sort of woofed a little, not an actual loud bark. Then went over to a window and started pacing rooms, growling and whimpering. She was just a mutt, not any kind of a guard dog, and she never acted like this. My mother was instantly on alert. My mother then told me, I'm gonna go get my gun. Turn off the lights in the kitchen and in the dining room and look out of those windows and tell me if you see anything and stay low. I turned out the lights and then crawled over to the dining room windows. I looked out the side of the yard, had our gas tank about 10ft from the house, as well as a giant oak tree about 10ft to the left. And past the gas tank. It was dark, but I saw a Man kind of hunched over like a cartoon character, sneaking, darting from behind the tree to dug down behind the gas tank. I called out to my mother, he's behind the gas tank. It's just one guy. I couldn't see anything about him. Just darn clothes and a mask on and a hat. She was at the front door at that point, perpendicular to the side that I was viewing. She opened the door and fired two shots in the air, not even towards where he was. That guy was ducked behind the gas tank and lit the freak out. I don't think I've ever seen someone run so fast in my life. My mom then told me she'd grabbed the phone, of course heading to get her gun, but it was dead, so we needed to go get a phone. She said we'd go on three and that I should run to the car, get in as fast as I could and lock the door. She did so as well, but she was holding onto the gun still pointed up, very clearly. Armed, she drove us to the neighbor's house in the opposite direction the guy had run, then called the cops. When they came out to look over the place and everything, they let us know that our phone wasn't dead. No, the phone line going into the house had been cut. I go to university in Washington. One night I woke up around 3am to yelling. Not bickering between two people or an angry man on the phone. It was one man yelling loud enough that it sounded as though he was yelling at someone who was a block away. He was yelling things along the lines of, I hate you, you piece of crap. I'm gonna kill you, you stupid whore. So obviously I was terrified. I lived on the ground floor and my bed was right next to a big window. I was too petrified to look out the window and see what this man looked like or how far away he was. The yelling continued for around 10 minutes while I laid completely still. In the morning, I had left my house to drive to class. When I got to my car, I noticed the door was ajar. I hadn't connected the two situations yet. I was just concerned about my registration or insurance card, the only valuable things ever in my car. When I opened the door to assess the damage, I had noticed something on the middle console. It was a pocket knife. Stupidly, I picked it up without gloves. Etched on the handle of the blade, no joke, was cut a hoe. And on the blade was etched cut as if he had started to write the same page but ran out of time. The thought that the yelling man had Did. This now crosses my mind and the fact that nothing was stolen but a knife was left in my car just gave me chills. I immediately went back inside and brought the knife to my housemaid in tears. We called the police to report the car break in and to give them our very little evidence. They documented it as a car break in and potential threat because of the yelling I heard the night before. I slept at my friend's house that night and the next day. I wondered if we had overreacted by calling the police. We just planned to sleep at home that night. At 12:30am While getting ready for bed, someone rang our doorbell three times. We saw someone walking away from our house out the side window immediately after. This could have been a harmless person with the wrong address, but regardless, my housemate and I were still on edge and went to sleep at different houses. I dropped her off at her boyfriend's about two blocks away and I drove to the same friend's house that I had slept at the night before. This friend lives maybe five blocks away from me in the same neighborhood by the university. I went inside and was getting ready for bed. I was planning to sleep on the couch in the living room right in front of the front window and door. It was 1:30am and I had been there 10 minutes and was on the couch when I heard the knocking. Knocking is putting it lightly. This was banging. I could see a figure through the blinds so I sunk down further into the couch so they couldn't see me. The banging continued and I ran upstairs to my friend. We sat in her bed with the door closed and a bat in hand. Nobody else who lived in her house was there that night, so it was just us. We called Crime Check so they could send out a patrol and hopefully get there before the guy left. He stopped knocking for a couple of minutes and then came back and continued for maybe five more. When the cops finally arrived, we called Crime Check again to make sure it was actually the cops who were banging on the door and not a stranger. Even better, when talking to the police, they seemed annoyed that we didn't answer the door sooner and actually had the audacity to ask us if we asked what the guy wanted. They said that it was probably just someone drunk or on drugs. In our opinion, it was just way too much of a coincidence. With the past two days, with everything we had just been through, I can't help but think that the yelling man had watched us leave our house that night and followed me to my friend's house. Especially because the first night I slept at her house. I didn't drive myself, so my car wasn't parked in front. It's been a year now since then and nothing else has happened. But every time I think about it, I'm creeped out. In 2011, I was working as a housekeeper in labor and delivery at a local hospital. I was in the middle of cleaning a public bathroom and a flashback hit me. I have ptsd. It happens. I went to my manager and told her what happened. She said we were so overstaffed so I could go home early. I thanked her, clocked out and walked out to the bus stop. It was daytime when this happened. Since I was still coping with the flashback, I decided to sit in the back of the bus alone so I could be alone and away from everyone. The bus wasn't that full. A man came on the bus and was dressed in a black beanie, black pants and a black long sleeved top, carrying a large black duffel bag. I thought to myself how strange it was to be dressed that way in the middle of the summer when it's easily over 100 degrees where I live. He walked right up to me and sat beside me, which I was next to the window. Then he put his duffel bag right in front of me. I felt trapped and uncomfortable, so I got up and moved to a new seat. He then got up and did the same thing again without saying a word. After about the third time this happened, I walked up and told the female bus driver what was happening and she said that she had recognized him for making circles with his bike around the hospital before getting on the bus. And I told her, don't tell me that because I work there. He followed me to the front and when the bus driver stopped, he got off and gave me a strange look as if to say, come with me. She told him to get lost and she drove off. I'd like to say that I never saw him again, but I did, and the next time I saw him, he was dressed in black pants and a white top that had the word security written on it. This time he was smiling and socializing with multiple people on the bus and didn't pay much attention to me. I sat by myself somewhere on the bus and he sat somewhere differently than me, thank goodness. I don't know what to think of him, aside from to just stay as far away from him as possible and to use my pepper spray if need be. I also moved three years later and I haven't seen him since. Please stay alert and be safe, everyone. Hi I'm from a small city in Australia and for my safety, I'm changing my name to Emma. This isn't a particular super scary story, but I want to share it to remind everyone to always be cautious about what's happening around you. I've become much more aware of my surroundings since this incident. So to start the story, my name is Emma and I live in a small city in Australia. I'm a female and at the time of this event I was in my early 30s. It was a nice day and I had needed to pick up some groceries, so I decided to walk. I got to the store safely, bought what I needed, and then put it in my backpack for the walk home. This is when things took a turn and got a little scary. A man in a ute. That's what we call them in Australia anyways. I think you call them trucks in other countries. Well, he had stopped and said hello. This wasn't too unusual for me because my dad had a small business and knew a lot of people, so I thought it might be someone he knew, but it wasn't. The man came back around again. I think after going around the block and asked how I was, I just kept it simple and said I was good. Then he came around a third time and asked if I wanted to lift home. Now, I wasn't about to get in this stranger's car, so I just politely said no thank you and he drove off. I felt a little better, but was still uneasy. I stopped at a park to collect my thoughts, but then I had heard a car pull into the car park. It was him again. I immediately stopped what I was doing, put my phone, keys and wallet in my pockets, and I had planned to use my bag as a weapon for my defense if need be. As he started to walk toward me, I stood up and made sure to keep a good distance between us. He asked me again if I wanted to lift home and I just said no, I don't. He took a step forward and I took a step back. At this point I was getting fed up with him and I decided to just stop responding. I think he realized that I wasn't falling for his tricks and he walked off. Before I turned around to continue my walk home. I made sure that he wasn't following me. I stopped at the train station for 10 minutes just to be sure, then walked the rest of the way home. I made it home safely and I haven't seen him since. Hey everyone. That's about it for today's stories. If you have your own story, that you would like to send, you can send it in@southerncannibal.com or you can email it at southerncannibalstories@gmail com. I look forward to telling your story. Have a good night or good day everyone. And remember to always stay hungry.