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Around a year ago, my friend who I'll call Ruth and I had been out looking at houses that we liked the look of as we had planned to live together and we wanted to get a feel of what the areas felt like late at night. I'm from a small town. While she had been living in the city attending uni around an hour's drive away. For context, it was around 2am and as we were driving along the main road that led to the entrance to my town, we realized a yellow car full of men had been following us for quite a while. We didn't think much of it at first, but naturally it really creeped us out. So she sped up, but so did the yellow car. By this point we were low key, beginning to panic as we didn't want to take them straight to my front door. So once we reached the entrance to my town we tried taking random turns just in case it was just paranoia and also to see if they would just give up and leave us alone. Well, they didn't. By this point we had been driving around for a good 30 minutes and we were quickly losing fuel and the plan was to fill up at the gas station as we entered. But as we were being followed, neither of us felt safe getting out of the car to do so. So we felt we had no choice but to head back towards my house and called my dad in hysterics to come walk us up to the front door as neither one of us felt it was a good idea for her to have to fill up her car and drive home alone. Ruth never drives up the hill leading up to my house as it's very steep. But on that day we had no choice, as if we entered the car park we would have been trapped by that yellow car. But we still had no clue what their intentions were. But luckily once they saw my dad, they drove off. Realistically, we should have just called the police, but in our minds we were really afraid of what they might think as we were just two young girls driving around in the early hours of the morning. Luckily I haven't seen that car since, but it still makes me worried to this day what their intentions were. Was it just a little fun trying to scare some young girls? Or were their intentions much more sinister? That is a question I'll never have the answer to. This incident happened with my younger sister Sydney just a few months ago. One of her friends, Leah, was celebrating her 21st birthday and invited my sister and two other friends, Nancy and Jen, to the celebration which was actually a girls night. Out. They had planned to just go for a short drive, have dinner and then end the day with a movie. They were all very eager to watch this particular movie. Leah had already declared that all the expenditure was on her as it was her who was throwing the party. She told them she'll book the movie tickets online beforehand for the 8pm slot and then by 10pm or so they would be heading back home. Everything went as per the plan and the four girls had an early dinner and at around 7:45 headed for the movie theater to watch the movie. That's when they realized something wasn't going as per the plan. Leah hadn't booked the tickets. She claimed there were enough seats available so she thought of booking them at the counter as they would be cheaper, but my sister thought that she might have just forgotten to book them. Anyways, the tickets were sold out, but not for just that particular slot, but even the next one, although the slot after that still had plenty. Debating if they should either book the later slot, which was at 10:30, or just watch it the next day. They decided to watch it anyway. After hanging out at the mall for a few more hours, they returned for the movie. The movie theater wasn't as vacant as they anticipated. There were a few couples and maybe some friends or colleagues, but one group that stood out consisted of three men aged mid to late 30s. They were giggling, whistling and making nasty comments throughout the movie. Nancy suspected that they were stoned, considering they were sitting a few seats ahead of them. They didn't really worry about it. That is, until an hour later. Sydney had noticed that the seats were now empty and the men had left, but soon realized they'd shifted to the back with a single row of seats separating them. Again, they thought nothing of it. Weird, but maybe they just wanted a better view. So 15 minutes later, Nancy, who was at the corner, had noticed laughter emerging from the other end of the row. And there they were, sitting in the same row out of all places. Why would they sit in the same row as ours? Whispered Nancy. Leah was the most chilled out person in the group. She asked Nancy to just chill out and now ruin the movie experience. As in 15 minutes it'll all be over and they can leave. A few minutes had passed and the laughter and whispers from the men had only increased. They even managed to move a few seats closer to the girls. This time though, it wasn't just Nancy. Even the others were now concerned. So before even the end credits rolled, they just jumped out of their seats and then marched towards the exit. As soon as they were out, they tried booking a cab. Nancy and Jen had shared an apartment and Sydney a few minutes ahead in the same locality. So they had planned to share a cab. And then from Nancy's place, Sydney would walk back to hers. Leah stayed with her folks in the opposite direction. Sydney, after a bit of a struggle, had finally managed to book a ride. Leah was still unable to as she couldn't find any riders willing to drive to her destination. They stood on the sidewalk waiting for the ride and Nancy had spotted the group of men yet again. But fortunately they were on the opposite side of the road, walking in the opposite direction. After five minutes, their ride arrived. Bullea still couldn't book a ride. She then declared that she would just call her big brother to come pick her up, but that he won't be happy to drive so late, but that she didn't have any other option. She asked the girls to leave, but the girls were reluctant as it wasn't safe to wait there even for 15 minutes alone. What if those guys come back? Asked Nancy. Leah was sure they were gone. At this point, she was adamant that she wasn't going with the others as it would be farther away from her house. About two minutes into the discussion, realizing they can't change Leah's mind, Nancy entered the car, followed by Sydney. Now, Jen had hesitated for a bit, but she then pulled Leah inside the car with her despite Leah's protests. After they were inside, Jenn informed the others that she saw the men again behind them this time, and that they were coming from the direction of the movie theater, heading straight towards them. The girls had finally managed to reach Nancy's apartment safely after a hectic day. They just wanted to sleep. Sydney too wanted to get back to her place and relax a bit, but Janet convinced her to stay back and they could just play some games until they feel sleepy. Sydney reluctantly agreed to this and she was so thankful she did, because about 10 minutes after they entered their apartment, Nancy heard a loud music sound from outside. She then hurried to the window and peeped through the curtains. What she saw gave her chills and she then quickly shut the curtains. Sydney saw this and she asked her what it was. She told them that she saw a car just a little ahead of their apartment gate. It stopped near the streetlight and then two men came out of it. She was absolutely positive that it was two of the same men they saw previously. Leah wasn't convinced though, so they all switched off the lights and then peeped through the curtains. Now, at first they just saw a Deserted road. But not long after, they then saw three men walking on the road. Their car was nowhere to be found, though. They thought maybe it was parked somewhere else that they couldn't see. But the men were all laughing and talking very loudly. They were also looking around, scanning the buildings. This was not a coincidence. They were literally stalking the girls, maybe even tailed their car there, but just couldn't find the exact apartment. As you can imagine, they were all terrified, especially Nancy and Jen, who were very afraid they would return and find their location. Leah had suggested calling the cops, but others weren't sure as they didn't have any proof of the men stalking them. Only a few minutes had passed when they heard sirens and then saw a police patrol vehicle at a distance. This made the men panic and they then sprinted in the other direction, then sped away in their car. The police chased them, but they weren't really sure if they were ever caught. It was later discovered by Jen that some neighbor had called the cops about three drunk men creating disturbance. Unfortunately, they were never seen again in the locality, but that was the last time they ever went to see a late night movie. It just wasn't worth the risk after that awful experience. When I was in high school, I lived in a small town in Lynchburg, Ohio. It's one of those towns where everyone knows everyone. Back then we didn't have all the cool stuff kids have nowadays, so we would always be outside doing something. Like I said, small town with not much to do. So one night I decided to sneak out with my boyfriend for a late night drive to a back road called Stone Road where we would all get together and hang out and smoke some weed and just talk. After a bit, we all went our separate ways. My boyfriend is driving and I'm in the passenger seat. My two friends are in the backseat and we're heading back to town. Now these roads have woods on both sides and are very dark and curvy and they're not traveled very often. After hours, as we're heading back to town, we go around this sharp curve and on the right side of the road, out in the middle of nowhere, we then see fire and like 10, 15 people in these crazy scary big masks and they're all dressed in black clothing and chanting as we're going by. We're just staring at them and they've now stopped their chanting and are staring at us. They were staring back at us and their heads followed us from the time we saw them until we couldn't see them anymore. I then yelled at my boyfriend to step on the gas. Let's get the fuck outta here. It was really just so scary. We don't see any other cars or anything out there anywhere. And there's no houses either. So we were then just talking about how freaky that all was. Then debated on whether or not to turn back around and see if we were just seeing things or maybe we could just see what they were doing. So I actually talked my boyfriend into turning back around and going back. I really wish I didn't. As we were driving back, we're now looking for them, but we don't see them anywhere. And the fire is gone too. We knew that we weren't tripping, but we just couldn't figure out how they disappeared. And the fire was big and there was no smoke. We drove down a bit more ways, knowing that we've already passed it. We turned back around and were all just talking, saying how crazy that was, when all of a sudden my boyfriend then slammed on his brakes. I then looked to see what's going on, thinking maybe there was a deer. There was one of those freaky people in the masks in the road with a large stick with red stuff all over it. He also had it on his mask too. And he had his hands up telling us to stop. The man in the mask started walking up to my window. I had then screamed at my boyfriend to keep driving when the guy had hit my window so hard, then screamed at me, what did you see? Tell me what you saw. Then started chasing us. The rest of them were nowhere to be seen. After a few minutes, we were then finally thinking, we're out of there. Then all of a sudden two cars come flying up behind us with bright lights beeping their horns at us. We forwarded, then got into the middle of the town and didn't stop until we got all the way back to my house, making sure that no one followed us in the process. We have no clue what they were doing or what we had witnessed, but they were obviously doing something that they didn't want us to see. I was so terrified to sleep that night. But thankfully nothing else happened. We still went to Stone Road just to smoke, just not so much after dark. And we definitely didn't go if it was too late. I can't explain exactly what it was that we had seen that night. I just know that I'm glad we got away and never saw them again. People are crazy. So be safe y', all, and watch out. If you ever travel in dark back roads in the middle of the night, you might actually see something you don't ever want to see. I was on my way home after a very short trip to Illinois. I was extremely tired as I had spent the last two months packing my house up pretty much all by myself. And I was spent the latter part of those two months I spent moving and putting things back from a seriously failed attempt at a yard sale. It was not a good time in my life to say the least. In March of 2020 I found my boyfriend deceased in our home after he didn't answer my texts or calls. One of the worst moments in my life. And then my son went to jail for four months. Wouldn't you know that in that four months my power was turned off and my landlord, who's a so called Christian man, lied to me and he told me he sold the house and I had to abruptly move. That was in 2022. That same house still empty. So during packing the house I was robbed. Well, let me correct myself, my son was because what was taken was about $5,000 worth of tools. I felt like such a failure. My youngest son told me that I should move to Illinois with him and my two grandkids because he felt I needed to get away from Tennessee and that he could use the help. I was a little apprehensive because it's been 13 years since I lived out of state, but I was willing to give it a shot. After conversing with my parents and getting their very eager blessing, I began the process of loading my van with what I knew I was going to need to start over. So in the midst of that, I had pulled a groin muscle and let me tell you, it was the worst pain of my life. Childbirth didn't even hurt as bad. Sounds crazy, but it's true. I still decided to make the eight hour trip with my emotional support. Jack Russell Terrier jc, my best friend besides her sister. A Manx cat that I unfortunately had to leave behind but got back later. This was difficult, or so I thought. Needless to say, things didn't go quite as planned. So I decided it would just be best for us to go back home to Tennessee. It was later in the evening when I left because I just drive better late at night, less traffic and much smaller chances of me wanting to choke someone out for driving like an idiot. So off we go and for whatever reason my GPS took me on a different route and I didn't realize it for a while, not until I was on back roads I'd never seen. I had finally spotted a store and we stopped thanking God the whole time because Mother Nature decided to piss on me some more and turn cold and. And guess what? My heat didn't work. We go inside and behind me these two scraggly men walk in. The older of the two instantly squatted and began beckoning for my dog to come to him. I turned and looked at him as if he had 10 heads and then said, hey, don't do that. She's not going to come to you. He then chuckled and made some kind of comment like, she's okay, I'll just take her home with me. Well, I don't know if he was joking or not, and really I didn't give a shit. So I said, yeah, I don't think so, man. Him and his friend then laughed and the way they looked at me just gave me the chills. I stayed back a bit even after they had checked out because I had just got this real bad feeling that overwhelmed me and I knew to listen to it. They left and then I went and pumped my gas. I finally figured out where I was and which direction that I needed to go. About five minutes later, it's now 2:30 in the morning, mind you. I came across a railroad crossing and I'll be damned if a freaking train was there, not going by, but slowly attaching to more carts. Seriously? Well, there was only one car in front of me and. And none behind me, thank God. So I'm minding my business, singing on a karaoke app I have and I see a car coming off a side street. I think nothing of this and just continue beboping to the song in my ears when suddenly I look back up and I see bright lights speeding up on me. Then bam. A dude slams into me. It shook me hard, but I still managed to get my phone and began to exit the vehicle when bam. He hit me again. This time he shoved my van into a diagonal position. And just like that, he was gone. I dialed 911 and of course they asked where I am. I said, the hell if I know, lady. I'm not from here. Long story short, she helped me figure it out and she says that a police officer is on the other side of the tracks, so he'll be there in just a minute. Anna minute. As if she were about to hang up. I then said, bitch, I'm out of state and I'm scared to death. You better not hang up on me. It's against the wall. Naturally, I was chastised for my foul language, but I didn't care. Turns out the car in front of Me pulled off in what I assume was to go home another way. Well, she ends up coming back and actually pulling him next to me. She said that she had tracked down the dude who had hit me and he was stationary, that he was right down the road, and she got his tag number. I fussed at her briefly for this, just for her safety, but also thanked her profusely. The officer showed up, spoke with her, and she was free to go. He then spoke to me and took my license to run my name as he's doing it. I swear I'm not making this up. The damn man pulls right up next to the cop. I motioned the passenger in the police car to what was unfolding right at that moment. And then right at that moment, the man starts screaming at the officer, who in turn pulls out his flashlight and gun. He then pulls the driver out, and can you believe it? He brings him right in front of my van. I was beginning to think that I was in some town, like the hills have eyes type shit. So suddenly, dude just carefree as can be, walks away, gets in his ride, and just leaves. Yeah, I had a few choice words for the officer. So as I'm talking to him, I let him know that for some reason when he hit me the second time, that my eyes instantly went to the other direction, because I felt like what he did was a diversion and like I was really being stalked or hunted. If you know anything about sex trafficking, this is pretty common. The scariest part of my story is that the officer didn't even argue with me. Matter of fact, he just shook his head in agreement. So I then said to the officer, so you're gonna follow me out of town, right? Uh, no. You'll be okay. I know the guy. He's harmless. What the fuck? Are you kidding me? So I had called my friend and told her about it, and she turned on her life360, which she had me on. And that led me home pretty quickly. I had a dream a couple of months ago about that night. Turns out it was my mind telling me that the guy who walked every inch of that store when those other two came in was the same man who hit me. Ladies, if at all possible, do not go to your vehicle alone. Carry pepper spray, a knife, mace, or all of the above. That's what I do. And always check your vehicle before getting in. If anything seems odd to you, it probably is, and you should get it checked out before entering. Stay strong and stay safe out there. In the fall of 2015, I began college in a very Small town in the middle of nowhere. Its population as of 2019 is 55,489. This town was in the middle of the midwestern state that I lived in, in the middle of the Great Plains. The town was pretty much only existent because of the college. It was a state college which has about 20,000 students a year. As you could imagine, the college brought in a plethora of faculty, business and really put the town on the map. I personally stuck out like a sore thumb. You see, even though I lived in the Bible Belt, I had been Wiccan since I was 15. A big aspect about my personality is that I'm very accepting. I mentioned this because it ultimately led to some major chaos later on. I'm the class clown, mom, friend, type. I'm sure you know the type. Goofy and caring and pretty much ride or die. So I was in the middle of nowhere at the beginning of my college career and I was surrounded by strangers who were just as nervous and awkward as I was due to being in the middle of the Bible Belt. My friends really loved my tarot card medium future seeing Persona. Quickly, while making new friends, I ran into a few folks who just wanted to learn how to read tarot. We lived in the same dorm community. They were nice and I loved teaching. So that's how I ended up getting into cahoots with Alex, Davis, April, Sam, Rosie, Katie, and Sky. They were friends from the prior year. So I was sort of folded into the friend group as the newest, shiniest object. After mentioning that I read tarot, the group was over the moon about it. One afternoon in the basement of our dormitory, I had a tarot reading session for the group. It was a lazy fall day, mid November. Surrounded by soda cans, Kit Kats and our schoolwork, I began to read each and every group member's cards. With reading, you started to peek into a person's soul. Each card gives you a sliver of personhood. I quite regularly have to console people for the truth that lies within the reading. I often have to play the role of the therapist after the cards read people for filth. So it was unsurprising to me when the group sat in shock and curiosity, ghostbums prickling their arms. It was a normal response. Hours flew by and I did general readings, question based readings, love life readings, you name it. As the time rolled on, more of my talent slipped out. Soon I was reading poems, giving psychic advice, and talking about my Wiccan journey. I believe that what you take from the earth, you should give back. It is Inherent in my belief system to do everything with love, to never mean any ill will. Alex had asked me if I could teach them about my belief systems. Then Katie, then Davis. Then before I knew it, everyone in the group had asked for an impromptu teaching. Don't get this wrong, I loved teaching, but more so I craved this positive attention. My childhood was quite awful. I was very abused. I just wanted people who cared about me. These people were some of the first who seemed to really care about me, who were really interested in what I had to say. So with rose colored glasses, I began a fun little info sesh with my brand new friends. I didn't see the warning signs. What started out as little meetings in the study rooms turned into hour long lectures where the group hung to every word I said. As we got closer, more of my horrific past was uncovered. I shared tales of my trauma, of all the times I should have died of the beatings, of how my own mother tried to murder me. I thought that I had found my tribe. I was really excited and pleased to be around these folks. I didn't start to see the warning signs until it was way too late. Things went smoothly for a while. A routine of teaching the group, hanging out, having dinner and talking about normal things like school and what was going on in the dormitory communities. Things felt pretty normal and I liked it. One of the group members, Davis, was transitioning from female to male and he struggled a lot with his identity. He was raised in a pretty strict household, so his transition wasn't taken very well by his family. He also struggled with bpd which made people in the group uncomfortable I think because they didn't understand it. Keep in mind, mental health at the time wasn't really something people were open about as it was the Bible belt. So Davis would occasionally act erratic, start fights, get worked up, cry randomly, etc. I'm sure part of this was due to transitioning. I can't imagine how emotional and hard it would be to go through that. What really set things off was when Davis had started doubting if he should fully transition or not. Davis had already been on testosterone for quite some time, was malpresenting, but did not have top surgery yet. One day right before spring break, Davis had worn a dress, makeup and heels around campus. At the time I thought it was kind of strange, but I figured it was Davis life, so it didn't matter to me. The rest of the group, however, started to obsess over this. It was very out of character, but the group thought there was more to it. When Davis Left for class, adorned in his dress and heels, Alex had started speculating. There is a long, weird history between Alex, Davis and Sky. One where Davis was sort of relationship like flirting with both Alex and Sky, creating some animosity. Alex and sky were best friends, but Davis had sort of wiggled his way into both of their hearts. Alex wasn't one to really discuss their feelings, so they pretended this love triangle didn't affect them. But Alex had become bitter. After Davis had walked out, sky in tow, Alex began their speculation. What's wrong with him? Why is he acting like that? It's like I hardly know him. Katie, one for Gossip, joined in. It's honestly like Davis is a completely different person. I don't know who he is, but I hate him. He's taking advantage of Sky. The rest of the conversation began to snowball. It was a frustrating situation for those who had been in the friend group for a long time. I was pretty much indifferent. I didn't know what was going on and honestly I thought that people were kind of making a fuss out of nothing. If you're uncomfortable with what's happening, then talk it out. I digress. I had been working on a term paper, not really minding too much about the conversation until April asked me, do you think he could be messing around with some bad magic? I shrugged. Davis had asked about love spells and other stuff that I don't really mess with. He was really into the idea that he could put a spell on someone and make them fall in love with them. I had told him that taking away free will is something that you should never mess with. The universe doesn't do too kindly to those who harm, obstruct, or take free will away from someone. April had been there when Davis asked. When Alex looked questioningly at her, April spilled the beans. Something in Alex's face contorted, as if you could see their heartbreak turn into pure rage. Alex excused themselves and that was that. I remember being a little stressed about this situation. I hated conflict back then. I was spending spring break at Rosie's house. Her and Sam lived in the same town. Alex and Katie would be there too. When I agreed to spend the break with them, it was before drama had started. But by the time we got to spring break, it was way too late to change my plans. The whole break was spent listening to the conspiracy growing. The four of them had begun to elaborate on this bad magic idea. Rosie thought maybe Davis was possessed. I told them that I didn't think it was likely. I had a feeling that things were starting to go awry. Things felt weird. I had never been in the presence of a group of people who just accused another of being possessed. Things were weird. When I shot down the possession idea, they mentioned the time that Davis growled the week prior. We were playing a game online when Davis growled as a response, I had jokingly said that he sounded like a demon. I still told them it was nothing, but they would not let up. Realizing I was in trouble, I came up with a quick solution. I told them that we could do some protection spells so if anything was going awry we would be okay. That seemed to appease them well enough. Luckily, they left the topic alone until we were heading back to campus. We need to do an exorcism on Davis, rosie said with a wild look in her eyes. Rosie had dabbled in paganism before she had met me, so she already had a solid set of beliefs and theories. The issue here, however, was that Rosie and Sam thought they could use their paganism as a tool to control those around them. I tried to correct this thought process as it was against my belief system, which they seemed really receptive to until they felt threatened. Davis had sent a text message to Rosie about some drama with Alex and Sky, sending Rosie into a spiral. Before I knew it, the narrative shifted into Davis is possessed by the demon Lilith. I didn't know what to do. I told them he wasn't. I said it didn't make any sense. I was too late. I didn't know. I figured that if I got back to campus, took some time away from them, everyone would calm down. So that's what I did. I tried to do as much damage control as I could on the rest of the ride. But then when I got back to the dorm, I locked myself away in my room. When asked, I just said I was behind on work from spring break. Things were quiet and I felt safe. I figured it was just temporary insanity or something. I was sitting downstairs talking to April after a few days after I'd locked myself away. We were just chit chatting about what she had done over the break when I saw Rosie and Katie rush past the sitting room. They were frantic. They waved at us when they ran past but didn't say anything. A bit later, sky ran in the same direction, crying. When he saw us, he rushed in. Davis said he's a demon and needed to be exorcised. I jumped to my feet and started running toward his door. Sam and Alex stood in the hallway. Their faces hardened when they saw me, Skye and April walking up. You're not allowed in here. Davis is a danger to you, sam said. He admitted he was possessed. He's not possessed. Let me in there, I said. We bickered for a while until I said that if they're going to do an exorcism, they needed me in there. Nothing could have prepared me for what I saw. Davis was laid on the bed, tied to the bed frame. He was crying. Rosie and Katie were inside, setting things around the bed. Rosie held a tattered old book in her hand. There was sage burning on a plate. Katie yelled something, but I couldn't focus. I just kept thinking that these people were crazy. All I could see was Davis crying on the bed. I'm so sorry. I didn't know I was possessed. I didn't know I was gonna hurt you, Davis wailed, shaking. We're gonna get the demon out. You're gonna be okay. I just kept saying that he wasn't possessed, but nobody was listening to me. That's when I saw the knife. It was bronze in color with something dark crusted on it. It sat in a bowl from the dining hall, set in a mix of what looked like salt and what looked like blood. In shock, I looked over to Rosie, spotting a bloody gauze on her arm. It was like my whole world stopped at this point. I had realized these people were crazy. I didn't think they were killer crazy. I had seen enough scary movies that I could only imagine what was going to happen. I grabbed the knife and cut through the cloth that tied Davis down, grabbed his wrist, and bolted from the room. I called Davis mom and told her to come get him. We went to my dorm until she got there with me, just trying to talk some sense into him. Davis went home shortly after Rosie, Katie, Sam, and Alex were all blowing up my phone. April had come with me when I ran out with Davis. When he had gone home, she had started to talk about how I needed to be careful because if Hillary Clinton was elected president, it's because of me and because I'm special. My mother had told me that she had to kill me or else the government would get me, that I was special. April knew this. Apparently she believed it too. I just nodded, telling her I needed to go to sleep. After she left, I had started filing paperwork to transfer schools. I moved two hours away, blocked everyone and their phone numbers, and I couldn't believe everything that had happened. But looking back, I had started to see that the signs were there all along. The passing. You're like witchy Jesus or blind faith in everything. I said the most memorable moment was when I told them that the sky was actually green. I was just joking around, being sarcastic, but April and Alex just nodded when I said I was joking. April defended them, saying, well, technically the sky just reflects the earth, so it kind of is green. Hindsight is 20 20. I accidentally started a cult creating a small hellhole where everyone blindly believed everything I said and they thought I was the modern day Jesus. So to my former cult members that I unintentionally recruited, I don't want to hear from any of you ever again for as long as I live. Also, please get help. My brothers, my partner, best friend and I all recently took a trip to Kansas City to go to the Orville Peg concert. We waited until sort of the last minute to reserve an Airbnb because we weren't 100% sure who all was going. Nonetheless, we found one just outside of Kansas City in a suburb called Grandview, and it was at a pretty reasonable rate. The host's overall rating was good, and we didn't see anything out of the ordinary when reading the first few reviews, so we thought we had gotten a pretty good deal. We arrived in Grandview a little after 3pm Our Airbnb was on the bottom floor of the owner's home, and as we pulled up to the house, we had noticed quite a bit of religious signs and statues on the lawn. Now don't get me wrong, I don't have an issue with people believing what they want to believe in, so as long as it doesn't infringe on other people's rights. But here we are, a group of very visibly queer folks about to attend a gay country concert, blindly walking into someone's home that we'd be staying in for the next two nights. We decided that there was nothing to be worried about and that after all, we technically were in the Bible Belt, so we shouldn't be surprised that we were staying in the home of someone who was religious. My brother and partner called the host and met her at the door of our guest suite. She showed them around while the rest of us got our suitcases unloaded. When they came back to meet us, they said that she was super nice and again, our minds were eased. We decided to hang out, order food and rest a little before we headed off to the concert that night. Our comfort didn't last long though. While we were getting our suitcases unpacked and laying around in one of the bedrooms of our guest suite, my youngest brother was casually looking through the drawers of dressers and side tables as anyone would do. Most of what he found was normal. Extra bed sheets, pens, paper, tablets. Nothing really out of the ordinary. That is, until he came across something that would completely change our outlook on the trip. Inside the drawer was a Bible. Not super weird considering where we were staying. But as he was flipping through the pages of it, a small tin foil packet fell out of it. Now, for those of you who don't know anything about drugs or what they look like, what fell out of that Bible Rhymes with smack Star Serrawan. That's right. Not even 30 minutes into our stay, my youngest brother found hard drugs in the folds of a Bible. At this point, we weren't really sure what to do. We didn't want to tell the hosts and we most certainly didn't want to call the cops. We contemplated taking the packet and throwing it away at some random gas station, but ultimately we decided to put it back where we found it and act like none of us had seen it. We got food and started getting ready for the concert. While the rest of us got ready, my partner, who was not going to the concert, had started reading through the household handbook. Everything seemed pretty standard except for a few lines that read something like we will respect your privacy as long as you respect ours. We can be as available as you need us to be, and if you're interested in speaking about the ministries of God, feel free to reach out again. I have nothing against people following the religions that they do, but that seemed like an awfully out of place thing to put in your house rules handbook for your guest suite. There were a few other books around the guest suite that stuck out as a little off base, with titles like Teaching Men how to Comprehend How Women Think and How Women Should Think. We ignored these things for the most part. Aside from my partner who was now freaked out about being left alone at the suite while the rest of us all went off to the concert, I told him to just not really worry about it, that it's not that big of a deal. He's a worrywart though, so as soon as we left, he had locked himself in the bedroom and had started looking a little more into the books that we found. He came to the realization that the books were associated with a group called the International House of Prayer, a prominent religious cult founded in Kansas City, a majority of whose members live in the Grandview suburb which where we were staying at. I could write a whole separate post about the beliefs of International House of Prayer members, but essentially they were an evangelical Christian group that has a functioning 247 prayer room that's been going nonstop since 1999. There's also a murder cover up case associated with the group, but again, it's way too much to go over here. We got back from the concert really late, so he didn't really mention much about it that night, but he was quick to tell us all about it the next morning. At this point we thought, okay, these people are part of some weird church. Whatever, it's fine. That explains some of the weird rules and books we had found. We left for the day to go hang out around the city and when we got back to rest, my friend and partner had started doing some more reading on the Groove. That is when they found out that we were actually staying in one of the prominent leaders houses. We figured this out by cross referencing the names of our hosts with the names of the important members of the International House of Prayer University's website. After this we had started to snoop a little more. In our suite we found large barrels of dried food, a jug of some liquid that we later found out is what they drink while they fast, and lots more of International House of Prayer teaching materials. Basically, it seemed like they were completely prepared for some sort of end of times rapture. Eventually we did go back and read more thoroughly through the reviews and we found a few that would have set off some major red flags. For example, one review stated how the mill owner brought a gun out in front of the people who were staying there. Yeah, big yikes. Not to mention, if there was even a hint of a negative review left, the host would leave a snarky reply. Needless to say, we spent as much of our time as possible away from that Airbnb as we could for the remainder of our trip. And although we were never in any direct danger, we did feel very uncomfortable with the whole thing. I don't even really know where to start. I'm a 28 year old female and my brother is 25. We've always been very close considering we're only three years apart in age and it started hanging around around the same friend circle. In her mid teens I had to move back in with my parents after a failed house. Share Long story and my brother has lived in a house down the road from my parents home for the last four years. He works from home, but only part time and he hates his job. He came over about a month ago for coffee during his lunch break and I was off work that day. So we got to chatting and he told me about this girl his friend Kieran had set him up with on A blind date. He was really excited about it. He went on the date a fortnight ago and I heard all about it the next day. I'm gonna call her Sarah. So he told me that Sarah was gorgeous, a year older than him, tall and slim, long blonde hair and green eyes. He said that she's probably one of the most beautiful women he's ever met. I was so happy for him because I don't think he's had a girlfriend since he was 18. And the way he was talking about this girl made her sound like they got on like a house on fire. He brought up that at the end of the day she did ask him if he'd like to meet her aunt and sisters because he'd mentioned he's unhappy with his work life. And she said that her family have their own business and that he should come around for a meeting the next evening. I thought that was weird, but he had sounded really excited about it. I did make my own feelings known, telling him that it sounded like an MLM and they were going to try and recruit him. He just laughed it off and said he'd be going around to their house to discuss it and if it really was an mlm, he'd nope the hell out of there. I said, okay, be safe and have fun and to call me if you need help or need me to pick you up or really anything. So a few days passed and I had sent him a text asking him how it went. He replied saying that it definitely wasn't an MLM and there were more people there than just the sisters and aunt. He said There were around 11 women there and that he was the only male there. He got there and they made him tea and all of the women were just chit chatting. That is until the aunt comes out and shushes everyone. A woman in her late 40s. They all take their seats, including my brother who sat down next to Sarah. And then the aunt begins to speak. He said that he wasn't really 100% sure on what she was talking about, but it sounded like she was reading gospel passages or something. Bits of English and bits of another language, unidentifiable by my brother. The aunt had asked my bro to stand up beside her at the front of the living room and all of the women had started passing around a basket and filling it with cash. Well, apparently soon after this collection was finished, the women had started singing in this other language and then they dispersed around the house. He said from that moment onwards it really was just like a regular party and get together. He was a bit baffled. But an hour later, all of the women had left, and he was helping Sarah clean up the glasses and plates when the aunt came over and sat down at the kitchen table. She had handed my brother the basket of money, which he didn't take, so I don't know how much those women had given. And she then said to him, if he comes back every week for their meetings, he'll receive the same amount, if not more payment for his presence. He asked Sarah later that night, once he left, what the heck he just attended. And she said it was just a family tradition and as a man, that he should be rewarded. And she was really adamant about him coming back the next week. Well, he didn't go, and he blocked her on everything. What in the hell did my brother attend? Why were they just giving him money for doing nothing? And around 2019, around Christmas time, I got tickets with my friends to see a concert for a brother and sister whose family is very well known in the movie and music industry. They never tour. So I was super excited and I decided to meet up with my friends at the entrance right before the show. My Uber was late, so my friends at the time went in without me to secure a good spot. And then I arrived maybe a good 30 minutes later. As I was going through the crowd to find them, a lady around the age of 40, 50 grabbed my arm and asked me my name and who I'm here with. I told her a fake name because I had already sensed something off about her, and I told her I was just headed to the front stage to meet up with my group. She had offered for me to stay with her and her daughter, who is around my age, and then at the end of the sed, she'll help me get to the front. I politely declined and then found my friends just a couple of minutes later. Halfway through the show, I really had to use the bathroom, so I went with my friend who had decided to get drinks at the bar while I waited in line. After she takes off, I see the same woman again with her daughter, who had complimented my crystal necklace. And then she began talking about spirituality and the power of healing through rocks and meditation. I'm not the confrontational type, so I conversed with her just to be polite. She then begins telling me about a book called A Course in Miracles and how I should come to their class where they practice meditation and talk about the book. I decline, and I say that I'm very busy for the holidays, and she just keeps insisting that the class was short and that I could even drop by for just a few minutes to see what it's like. While she's talking, her daughter pulls out her phone and tries to get me to put my number in friends so they could send the details. At this point I'm just annoyed and I tell them I would like to wait alone and I'm just waiting for my friend before they walk off. They tell me how they'll find me after the show in case I change my mind, to which I then reply that I won't change my mind when we get back to our group. I had told my friends what had happened and they agreed it was shady as well. We got out of there a few minutes early and left. I later mention this to my sister who tells me the same exact thing happens at her university to a bunch of girls with the same story about free healing and meditation class where one girl actually went and they talked about Christ the whole time and then wouldn't let her leave without making a donation. After checking out the audiobook on YouTube, I see that it's mainly about religious beliefs. This happened when I was around 17 years old and is still happening now. At 17 I really felt lost in the world and stuck in a job that I really disliked with work colleagues that didn't like me back. This had to do with my accent as I was quite well spoken so they thought that I was a rich kid. It all started on a Friday after work. The factory I worked in had a half day on Fridays, so I would just spend the rest of the day wandering around the city I lived in. It had been a tough day of relentless mocking and I was reaching my breaking point. I went around the city looking for a new job. I visited the police recruitment center, the army, the Navy, and also the Air Force Centers, and even International Red Cross. I just wanted to get away from it all. After a few hours I had a bag full of career pamphlets and still no idea what to do with my life. I turned a corner and immediately saw a sign sitting in front of me. I can remember it so vividly now. It said Free personality test. Are you curious about yourself? Come in. I then looked up at the building and in a big fancy sign outside it, the Church of Scientology. Now, before I continue, yes, I had already known about Scientology. However, I had a morbid curiosity about it. I had heard all about the horror stories and the things going on inside of the church, but Tom Cruise was my favorite actor and he seemed to have his life sorted out pretty good. My famous last words Right there. So I went inside. I was immediately greeted by a very nice lady. She asked me how I was doing and what she could do for me today. I asked if I could speak to somebody about the church and the personality test. She smiled and said, of course, I would be happy to. Please take a seat and I'll get someone to speak to you. After a minute. I was then introduced to an older man named Alan, and he was the head of my City Scientology Center. Allen took me to a small room to talk privately. When we entered, I immediately noticed the large picture of L. Ron Hubbard on the wall. We sat down and had a nice talk. I told him about how I was really unhappy about where my life was going. I told him about how I wanted to leave, plus all of the trouble that I was having at work. He seemed genuinely concerned for me, and I felt like he wanted to help. After a while of talking, I agreed to do the personality test. He gave me the test and left the room, saying to give the test to the receptionist after I had finished. Two hours later, I finished it, not even joking. That's really how long it took. It was around 500 questions about anything and everything. I handed it in to the receptionist and she told me it would take some time to process. In the meantime, Allen told her to take me to their private cinema and show me a film. I thought it was just going to be some old room in the back with a TV on the wall, but no. They did indeed have a private cinema. It could seat around 50 people and had a large screen in the front. It did feel a bit weird just being by myself in a cinema owned by Scientology, but I bet that hasn't happened to too many people. Or maybe it has. Anyway, I sat down and they had played me the film. It was about 30 minutes long and consisted of a narrator explaining those strange feelings that you sometimes get with some mediocre acting. Following along, I remember a section about how much you doubt yourself, knowing you have a locked door, but going back to check multiple times. At one point, the film had showed how a past event that happened to your mother while she was pregnant with you could affect your life in a negative way. For example, your mother was sick on a flight, so now you're scared of flying. I also vaguely remember something about rotten eggs after how much of an event involving them can hurt you. I know it sounds absurd, but in some ways, the film really made sense to me. When the film was done, I was taken to Alan's office and he told me the results. He Told me I was extremely depressed, one of the most unmotivated people he had ever met, lacking cognitive thinking, and I was a waste of talent. Now, this made me very upset, but of course, Alan said he could help me. He gave me about four books and a dvd, and he told me to read the books and watch the film before my course. I asked what course? And Alan told me he had signed me up to do a course at the center. He convinced me that if I didn't do this course that my life would soon spiral out of control. He made me hand over quite a lot of money for the course and said I would receive an email about the course, which was in a month's time. I left the center, ran home, and immediately started reading the books that I was given. This all happened over the weekend. I had basically locked myself in a room and did nothing but read and re read those books and watch the DVD over and over again. Over the next week, I began taking notes about myself and my family. I emailed Ellen with questions and concerns. I had really started resenting my own mother for my life. I began to think that she was the problem, that everything bad that ever happened to me was the result of her. And I started to treat her very badly, swearing at her, and did the best I could to ignore her. When I emailed Allen about my mother, he told me that she was the catalyst for my problems. Then he said that maybe I should consider disconnecting from her. And I took that bullcrap seriously. I really made plans to totally leave her out of my life. A week before my course, I had developed some kind of God complex towards everyone around me. What I read in those books told me what I could become. I saw everyone in my family below me. I really became a truly spiteful person. Just days before my course, I was confronted by my mother and father. They said they were concerned about me and they searched my room. My dad took out all of my Scientology books. In the dvd, I was outraged. I screamed and cursed at my parents. I said horrible, wicked things to them. I told them how I was going to leave them and how I never wanted to see them again. Literally hours of arguing back and forth, tears and crying. However, in the end, they did convince me that the church was a bad place. They said if I was so miserable at work, I should have told them. And that's true. To this day, I can't believe that I didn't say anything to them, and instead, I went to Scientology. That night, after the arguing had stopped, they sat me down and comforted me. I really couldn't believe it. After the way I had treated them for the past three weeks, they still cared for me. The next day, I emailed Allen and I told him I would not be coming back to the church. He quickly got back to me, asking why, asking if it was my family and if I was being forced to not go. However, I just ignored him. The emails I received in the next few weeks were mad. He told me stuff like, you should leave your family now and stay at the church. He tried to convince me that it was all because of my mother. He even emailed me to say something along the lines of, I won't be surprised if I read in the papers that you're dead by suicide. I'm very sure that he crossed a line, but I just kept ignoring him. The strangest email I got was one in all binary code, a bunch of zeros and ones. I used a binary code translator, but it all came back as mixed up letters and numbers. None of it made sense. I eventually blocked him. However, it still hasn't stopped. About two or three times a year, I'll still get an email from the church. It's either asking how I am or asking about my family. When I get them, I immediately block the email address, but they just keep coming. It's always someone new saying they heard about my case and they're worried about me. The whole reason I'm writing this is because I just got one the other day and I thought I would make a good warning. Please, I beg of you, do not go to the Church of Scientology. If they can make me into a spiteful degenerate in just a few hours, then what can they do with the person in just a few months or a year? If anyone has any idea how to block an entire religion and cult from my email, then I. Please let me know. And if you're truly lost in your life, sad or upset, then please talk to your family, friends, or even a doctor when you're truly down. Don't let others turn you into a monster. Take it from me, after this event, I got help and I'm now a very happy and confident person. Thank you so much for listening and have a great day. Oh, and Alan, if you somehow end up hearing this, you turned me into a monster and turned me against my family. So for your sake, let's just hope we don't encounter one another again. Just to give some background on my story, I'm a female, and this was back in 2016. I was 23 years old. And I had recently dropped out of college and I was living with my boyfriend's family. The story takes place in Houston, Texas. One night, I had traveled to visit my family in the city area and my boyfriend stayed on the outer city limits. I was traveling back to his home and as I was exiting Interstate 45 to 1960, both are major highways here. As I was exiting the ramp, just a random glance in my rearview mirror, I had paid attention to the headlights on the car behind me. As I'm watching it, it seems like they're driving very quickly, as if they almost missed the exit. So I increased my speed down the ramp just to avoid any mishaps to avoid the major traffic lights. On 1960, I had found a side street and I decided to take it to be faster. It was around 10pm and the back streets weren't lit very well. But I was confident because I've taken this route a thousand times. As I turned down this side street, I saw that the car that was behind me on the ramp was rushing to get over in the far right lane. And they proceeded to turn down this side street as well. Again, I try not to think too much into it. This was a very known back route to the people who lived in the area. The road is narrow and dark in only two lanes until it merges with the main road after about 10 minutes. As I continued down this path, the car did as well. And I started getting nervous as they trailed behind very close. Every time I would speed up, so did they. The first light I got to, I needed to take a left turn. So I planned to do a test to see if they were following me because I didn't want to lead them to my boyfriend's house if they were. I got into the turning lane and they did as well. And as soon as the lights go straight to green, I swung over and I continued through the light going straight. Damn near speeding. At this very moment, my heart fell to my feet because this car did exactly that. It followed me straight into the light. Now, there were only two more lights before I made it to a subdivision and I was terrified. But I was really trying to think quick considering the car was behind me with blinding lights. I couldn't give a description at the time, so I figured calling the police wouldn't help. Wrong thinking, I know. Once I made it to the next light, I was going way over the speed limit and I decided to run the light thinking that I could beat him and he'd lose me. Wrong again. He ran the light as well and Strangely, before we made it to the next traffic light, he turned off his headlights. Now, remember I said that this area was not very well lit, so it all became so dark. I knew that the next light had a gas station as well as a McDonald's across from one another. So I raced there, assuming people would be there and that him, whoever he was, would not be inclined to do whatever they were aiming to do to me. As I pulled into the McDonald's, they then quickly u turned. I watched in the rearview mirror just to make sure they kept going down in the opposite direction. And they did as good as my vision could see. I then called my sister. Immediately, as I was so frantic, I got in line and bought a drink just to continue being around other people. And thankfully the line had a good amount of people to kill time. I sat in the parking lot for a few minutes and I explained the story to my sister, whom definitely helped calm me down. I was just way too scared to leave, assuming that car could be waiting for my return in order to follow me again. I am still not sure why to this day I didn't call the police. And those three minutes from the McDonald's to his house was for sure a creepy one. And when it was time to get out of the car, I was terrified. But I made it. Nothing has happened to me like that since. But ladies, please stay aware and everyone be safe. I'm a female and I was 17 at the time. I'm 22 now, and this still really haunts me to this day. It was on a Friday night. I was with two of my friends, Jane and Alaina. We had went to Target to do some shopping, and after we were done shopping, we got in Jane's car and she drove us to the mall so we could all buy more clothes and whatnot. Well, as Jane was driving, there were three guys that went up to a guy in the car ahead of us and pointed guns at him. Me, Jane and Elena were all freaking out, and Alana dialed 911. One of the guys pulled out the guy from his car and then beat the shit out of him. And one of the other guys punched him in the face four times. And then the last guy, he shot him in the head. I'm pretty sure he died from the gunshot. Then the three guys got in his car and they all drove off. I had actually caught the whole thing on video with my phone when the police arrived. I had showed them the video and they took our statements as well as the video for evidence. We then still went to the Mall like we promised. We bought more clothes, electronics and other stuff and we went to the food court for some grub. We were still pretty shaken up about what happened, so Alaina and I decided to stay over at Jane's for the night. Just for our safety. Well, the next morning I got a call from one of the officers that took my statement about what happened the previous night. They caught the guys and all three of them were arrested and charged with theft, assault and first degree murder. There was a big drawn out case, but all three guys were sentenced to life in prison without parole. I had the phone on speaker, so Jane and Elena heard it too. To this day, it all still really haunts me to my core. To those three guys who beat up and murdered that poor innocent guy and stole his car. I really, really hope there's a special place in hell for the three of you. So to start things off, I'm a 26 year old male, but this happened back when I was 19. It was about 9:30pm on a weekend night and I was heading from one friend's place to another, which is only about a three minute drive. But this ended up taking about 15 minutes. And you'll find out why I had messaged my friend saying I was heading over and that I'll see him soon. I drove off and as I rounded a corner, a car had reversed out of their driveway. And when they then faced me, they had flashed their high beams at me and I thought that maybe I'd left mine on or something, but I hadn't. As I drove past, they then turned and they started following me. They kept flashing their high beams on and off behind me and I thought it was just some assholes being assholes. But then they sped up and got closer and closer and continued flashing me. So I then sped up and had rounded a corner. I then pulled off to the side of the road and I turned my car and lights off, hoping they didn't see me do it. But they did. They pulled off to the side as well, about 10 meters back from me. And they too set their car with their lights off. And I was checking my rear and side mirrors just to make sure that no one got out and was approaching me. I waited there for about three minutes and after no movement and no one approaching me, I turned my car and lights back on and I drove off. And you guessed it, so did they. And they started speeding up behind me, so I sped off as well. They began chasing me for about a solid two minutes, taking every left and right I took and Getting faster and faster. Luckily my car was faster as I took a sharp right, left, right, and then another left and then pulled into a random person's driveway and shut everything off and then sliding down in my car to hide out of sight. Well, not even 30 seconds later, the car slowly drives past at the speed of a snail and as they drive past the street I'm in, I breathed a sigh of relief and I sat in this person's driveway for another five minutes until I finally felt safe enough to leave. I then finally drove to my friend's house and I got there safely. Now just keep in mind, it's not only the animals that can be dangerous in Australia, there's also some really crazy people here willing to do God knows what. So remember to always be safe out there. This isn't an incredibly scary story, but it's certainly got my heart pounding pretty hard. It's fresh in my mind because it actually just happened, so I knew I had to write it down to warn others to be 100% aware of your surroundings and to always be hypervigilant at all times. For some context, I'm a 34 year old female, I'm a VED tech student and I work the night shift at a dog daycare and I was just going through my normal daily routine. My husband usually works from home, but today he went into his office. So I was just hanging out with our animals, studying and relaxing before a long night at work. At around 11am I was out walking my dog in the neighborhood when I had noticed a black car with tinted windows driving very slowly towards me. I looked away from it and just started playing with my dog, but out of the corner of my eye I saw that the car had stopped and was kind of just sitting there. As my pub finished his business, we began walking along the sidewalk back to the house and this is when the hair on the back of my neck then stood up. The car began following us and was pretty much right alongside me. They turned into my area of the complex. We live in a townhouse community and I was scared to death. It was almost as if whoever was in there was waiting for me to walk right into my house. I had no idea what this person's intentions were and I was absolutely terrified that at any second someone would jump out and try and harm me or my dog. Anyways, I stopped dead in my tracks, took my cell phone out and was about to dial 911 when the car turned around and then immediately sped off in the other direction. I breathed a sigh of relief even though my legs were shaking and felt like jello. As soon as we got back home, I locked the door, put music on and I stayed inside to keep myself busy until I had to leave for work. This moment definitely opened my eyes and just goes to show that anything can happen no matter what time of day it is. This happened two days before my birthday. I was enjoying the afternoon for privacy reasons with my daughter R, my best friend Bea and her daughter Rem. Bea is the driver in our adventurous excursion. This piece of information will be important later. We were on our way to a food place and enjoying the night with just the four of us together. Traffic was pretty bad around this time on a Thursday afternoon and as we're sitting in traffic, an impatient driver with Alexis was trying to insert herself into traffic. Once the traffic started to move, Bea drives into gear to the point where the impatient driver almost hit the passenger side. Nope, not today. B said as she proceeds to lay her hand on the horn for a few seconds then drive off. You'd think the drivers would leave it at that, but we were wrong. The impatient driver was following us from behind us to the side of the car as B was trying to lose this lunatic driver. As we were trying, the driver had tried to side sweep the driver's side, but luckily B didn't hit the car. I was livid considering R was just sitting right behind B in her car seat. B was hysterical and I knew I had to do something. I then dialed 911 and I reported the impatient driver as well as a description of the car. The officer was asking questions along the lines of what does the driver look like and where are you located? And so on and so forth. I complied and I answered to the best of my ability without engaging with the driver and not trying to look obvious as I provided the information while doing my best to calm Bea down as she's driving. We were advised to drive to the nearest police station as a safe spot and that's what we did. On our way to the station, the driver was on the passenger side and they threw something. We didn't know what it was. The second instance, the driver was behind us and we then heard a thud in the back of the car. They kept going on for a bit until the impatient driver steered in another direction, eventually driving off the opposite way. As we then made the turn to the police station, the driver must have known where we were headed to. Once we all made it to the station, we met with the officer that I spoke to on the phone. We gave A statement, and they handled it from there. After giving the statement, we bid the officer farewell. BMR and I were all safe and we went off and enjoyed the rest of our evening together. Now this may not seem that scary to you, but that was the first time that I ever called the cops in my life for a life threatening situation like that. I had really feared for my child's life at that point, never mind mine. But to the impatient driver that tried to hit my best friend's car. Because you were that impatient to wait for your own turn. Let's never meet again, you crazy fucking psycho. The story begins with me and my mom taking a drive down to visit my grandparents. They had lived about an hour and a half away and for most of the drive it was just open fields and farmland. So as we're driving along long and I'm in the passenger seat staring out the window, we come across a large rectangular shaped field with a tree line bordering the sides of it. This was out of farming season, so the field was completely clear of any produce, making it very easy to see anything that would be in the field. I noticed on the side of the field toward the tree line, there seems to be one of those large electrical boxes. It's green, something that you'd usually see at a large apartment complex next to the street. As I'm just staring at the field out of nowhere, this electrical box just seems to morph into some type of creature. Something that I've never seen before. It was quite a ways away, but I'll try and describe it the best that I can. It walked on four legs, but its arms seemed larger and more muscular than the rest of its body. It also walked in a very creepy manner, like the joints in its front arms would somehow dislocate after each step like some kind of cripple. At first I didn't believe what I was seeing. And I remember looking over to my mom saying, did you just see that? And she said she did. That was truly the scary part. To realize that I hadn't just imagined the whole thing. We were going about 60 on this road, so the entire thing was pretty quick. And as you can imagine, we didn't dare stop or turn around. I remember us trying to make sense of the situation, saying maybe it was a deer, but there was just no way. It was way too creature like. But most importantly, something I never ever want to encounter again. My sister and I live in a house together, so we can split expenses, won't be alone, and it's safer. We both Use a big chain pharmacy right down the road that every day seem to have their robot. Call either her or me and leave a message. Our prescription was ready, only to find out after getting into the car and driving over there they didn't have it. And when we'd say that they called us, they'd just say, oh, I'm sorry, it just does that like it was nothing. It was really a time waster and so frustrating to us after Covid lines were so long to get a shot or other things that it was nearly impossible to ever get what we were supposed to have and and oftentimes you'd only get half of your order having to return in a day or two. We were done with them and saw on our neighborhood forum everyone was pissed with them too. We saw a recommendation of an independent local pharmacy nearby and saw they even had free delivery. We were so sick of the ridiculous trips and wasting our gas as well as their inefficiency, and we signed up with them. And we really loved the free impromptu delivery. It was heavenly. We have a video doorbell that I review since a couple of creepers have come to our porch in the past to steal packages. So I just went through the video feed to see the pharmacy driver, a seemingly nice normal retired guy delivering meds for a little tip. I noticed in the video he seemed to be talking to someone, saying out to no one else on my empty porch my full first and last name. But slowly then he placed it where he normally does. Then I heard him talking every time he'd deliver on our doorbell and he was really just always talking to himself, but he also always did something else. He always whistled this little distinct tune, but it wasn't really any known song. It was every time and I'd flagged and saved the videos of him. So one night I decided to listen to a few of them and I then realized just how creepy he really was. Fast forward to one night when my sister was in her bed asleep and I was awake, being the night owl that I am. It was 3am and I was wide awake. The house was 100% quiet. I was chilling in the living room. At the front of the house we have two windows that formed a corner right where I always sit. I was listening to some YouTube and then I switched to some online shopping, then reading some news. I was totally concentrating on my phone when out of the blue, this random whistling started right behind my head by those windows. And yep, you guessed, was the same very sound that the pharmacy delivery dude made all the time. I froze I had on a light, but I remembered that we intentionally put thermal room darkening curtains in that room on the windows so it always appeared dark and you can't even see a shadow through them. I sure was glad that we did that. I continued to listen and three times I heard this eerie damn tune. I realized at one window it faced one way so that you'd be approaching the house on the sidewalk, but this was right behind me. So it was at that other window that faced the street, but there are bushes there and I heard that he was close right up on that window. Why was he so interested in me? I pondered about this and I realized that I had only spoken to the dude once when he first started delivering to us. After that night I reviewed the doorbell videos of him and it was a very definite unique whistle tune and almost like how little boys do when they're up to something. He never returned again after that and hell no, I did not look out. Be safe everyone. Deliveries can be creepy. The story happened to me a few weeks ago. I wasn't sure if it was good enough to share though not as scary as some of the other stories. It's definitely weird in its own right. For some background, I'm a 26 year old female and this happened when I was in my boyfriend's car. He's a 24 year old male now. My boyfriend's car isn't your average Nissan. It's the newest Nissan Z which for those who don't know crap about cars. It's a very fast sports car. Definitely a head turner type of car. It always attracts all kinds of car dudes. They're always either admiring it or telling him that they do wraps and handing out their business cards. It's happened to us multiple times. My boyfriend is always nice about it, but usually throws that card out right after. Keep this in mind for the whole rest of the story. This also happened in an area where there isn't really much crime. It's not really a place where you need to watch your back or have to worry about stealing that much. But he does keep an airtag in his car just in case, since if someone were to steal the car he would be able to track it. Now it was about 12am we were doing our normal thing of going to our local 24 hour CVS at ungodly hours of the night. Tonight we weren't too bad. I wouldn't say that I feel 100% safe at the CVS. It's not exactly a shady or bad area. Just sometimes there are One or two people that you're like, woah, the weirdos are really out tonight, huh? One time there was a dude yo yoing across the street almost the entire time we were there. But that's another story for another day. So CVS got some weird vibes after 12am, but not car stealing vibes. We were chatting like we normally do. I can't really remember the conversation, but my boyfriend opens his car door as we're still talking and I don't open mine. For some reason I noticed a car stopped diagonally from my boyfriend on his side. My intuition says something's up, but then I see a truck backing out right in front of us. I feel slight relief for a second. The car is just waiting for the truck to back out, right? The truck leaves and the other car stays in its spot in the middle of the parking lot. The dude opens his door and is just standing there. I start getting a little nervous at this point. I just had a bad gut feeling. Some context I can be a very paranoid person because growing up my mom was the most overprotective type that always thought I was going to be kidnapped when I didn't answer my phone. At this point I can tell that my boyfriend is also slightly weirded out and he starts to close his door. Before he can fully do that though, the man starts yapping. He greets my boyfriend and the car dude's yapping, saying he does raps like they always do. The guy starts scribbling down crap on a post it note. We're sitting there for a good minute just confused and exchanging glances at each other. We're both just looking at each other like what the hell is this dude on? My boyfriend then closes his door because we're both very weirded out at this point. He eventually comes closer to hand my boyfriend the paper. My boyfriend opens his door just a crack and takes it. While he hands it to him, he ends up dropping some trash as well. The only thing that I can specifically remember was that he dropped a backwood wrapper. Dude runs over to his car, then does a U turn in the parking lot, whipping the hell out of his little four door Toyota. We both just stared at each other agreeing that that was really strange. The post it note had his name, number, email and Instagram. We look up his Instagram, which is private. Really odd. I had a sense that something was wrong but nothing actually ended up happening. Either the guy was just socially inept because he was high as balls or we think he was trying to steal my boyfriend's car. We think that he was at least debating it. I think it's possible that he didn't see me in the car and as he approached he realized it would be way too hard to take the two of us. Not that I'm threatening at all, but two is better than one. One person in their right mind goes up to someone at almost 1am in a CVS parking lot telling them that they do raps. My boyfriend also thinks that he thought that maybe it would be easy because my boyfriend had his door open and that is what maybe attracted him in the first place. The whole thing just doesn't sit right with me at all, but I feel like as a woman I'm always cautious of stuff like that. Typing this all out, I feel like maybe we overreacted, but I still stand by my feeling that something was off. A few years ago, when I was 20 years old, I went to the CVS pharmacy to get some medicine for my sick boyfriend who's now my husband. While I'm there, I had browsed some of the other aisles very briefly. As I'm looking at some ramen noodles and cookies, I see a very tall man who looked to be about 6 foot 4. He appeared to be in his 50s and he was a very disheveled looking fellow. I live in the suburbs where the sight of homeless people is really rare, yet this guy looked as if he hadn't taken a bath in a month, his clothing stained with who knows what, his hair shaggy and in a grease matted state. He stops me, smiles looming over me, standing way too close for comfort, and he then asks me for the time. I'm 5 foot 3 and only 110 pounds, so this guy had definitely intimidated me. Even though I felt something was off about this guy, I really try to treat everyone I come into contact with well. Not to mention I used to be part of an intense hippie crowd, so eccentric unbathed people weren't too much of a stretch for me. I just smile at this man politely and then tell him the time on my phone and I then go back to my business browsing, figuring that just because this guy was looking at me and acting a little off, I shouldn't be so paranoid as well as kind of ashamed of myself to be too quick to judge. I continue for a few minutes browsing the aisles and I can see this man staring at me over the aisles, just smiling. I tried to pretend that I didn't notice him and just kept him in my peripheral vision. Finally, I think just being in the Same building as him was giving my nerves quite a shock because no matter where I went, I felt like he was staring at me. I wrap things up and go to the cashier, and she asks for my CVS card. Crap, I forgot it at home. No worries. I can just pull it up using my phone number. I remember being hesitant because at the time, the man was now directly behind me in line. But again, I just shamed myself for being paranoid and judgmental, and I went ahead and gave the cashier my phone number. As soon as I gave it to her, right there in that very line, my phone started to ring. My mind immediately went, holy crap, paranoia speaking right to me. But I push it down again and just tell myself, oh, please, way too stereotypical. Don't be so judgmental. It's probably just your mom calling. I scramble to get my phone out of my purse, but as soon as I get it out, the ringing stops. The number is one that I don't recognize. Another red flag. But again, I think, okay, just a solicitor or wrong number. Surely not anything out of the ordinary. I pay for my things and go out to my car. It's broad daylight, and as soon as I get in my car, right there in the parking lot, I get another call. Um, hello? The caller is an older man's voice, and he sounds very familiar. Like five minutes ago familiar. All he says is, hey there, it's me. And then he giggles. Like, literally giggles, like a child. At this point, I'm 99% sure it's the same man who asked me for the time in the store. But I hold onto my denial and just think, no way. There's no freaking way it's the same guy. This is just too stupid to be real. I then ask the man, um, who's me? He stupidly told me his name. I forgot it this time. Matt? Mark? Mike. I very hopefully think, oh, it wasn't really that creepy guy in the store. It's just some guy who probably called the wrong number. He probably thinks he called a friend of his. Cut him a break. So I tell the man, I'm sorry, sir, I think you have the wrong number. And I hang up and then drive back to my boyfriend's and go about my business. Then I start getting calls a few times a day now from private numbers. I ignore them out of my paranoia and just try to convince myself that they're solicitors or something. I finally pick up the phone. Hello? Who is this? The man on the phone. Hi again, it's me. This went on for about a week. I kept thinking that this was just some sick joke or something and just tried to ignore it. Every once in a while I would answer just in case it wasn't him, but it always was. He would just say it's me over and over and then giggle. I finally got fed up with feeling like a helpless victim and I called the police to ask for advice as well as how to de escalate this whole situation and just make a report of it from what I knew just in case things were to get out of hand. The man ended up calling back of course, and I basically told him off. I made a note to remember his name and I called him by it and I said basically that he needs to back off, that this is entirely the wrong way of gaining attention. I flat out told him that he's being creepy, the reasons why he's being creepy, and that I've also informed the police that if he continues to harass me or contact me in any way, I'll pursue further action. He went silent for a few seconds, then just said oh okay and then hung up. Thankfully, I never heard from him again. Here's what I learned from this one. Don't ever say your phone number out loud in public, or any personal information for that matter. 2. If someone gives you a creepy vibe, try to push away your niceness and meekness and act faster and swifter in your best interest. 3. I think creepy people target me because of my polite naivety and that I look much younger than I am. Try to look strong and confident even if you aren't on the inside. Having the gall to defend yourself seems to scare the creepers right back into their holes. As embarrassing as it is, I have been having major issues with going to the bathroom, so before going to get food, my boyfriend and I stopped at CVS to get an enema. I was honestly super embarrassed about buying one and just wanted to get it over with. So I walk up to the register and as I'm waiting in line this guy walks up to the left of me and gets way too close to me. He was seriously in my space. The guy was about my height, 5 foot 5, and he was wearing loose clothing with a huge jacket that seemed to encompass him. His hair was dark and seemed to be sticking up everywhere. He also had a beard that was just as messy as his hair. His eyes were huge and bloodshot and his pupils dominated them. His eyes were practically black and he had these wild looks in his eyes that I can't quite explain. He seemed nervous and a bit off shuffling with his jacket and then putting his hands in his jacket as he shuffled closer to me me with this unnerving smile on his face. He pointed at the box in my hand and then said what's that? I paused and looked at him with wide eyes. Not knowing how to react. I looked back ahead of me and just tried to ignore him. He took another step toward me and I could feel his breath hitting my cheek. He asked what it was once again and then said fleet, which is the brand of Enema. Seriously, I just want to get through this in peace and this guy is advertising to the world what I'm buying. My boyfriend noticed the guy after he came back from looking at some magazines and then pushed me gently ahead of him, then put himself in between the weird dude and myself. He placed his hands on my shoulders and leaned forward to kiss me on the cheek. The guy's mood totally changed and he took his hand back out of his jacket, then went quiet for a few moments. It was finally my turn at the register so I handed the lady my item and the guy walked to the other side of me, then pointed to these bottled Starbucks drinks on the counter that the people before me had decided they didn't want and left there on the counter. He then pointed at those and then said my mother used to like these until people killed her. The lady at the register and I just kinda looked at each other and really didn't know how to react. My boyfriend just awkwardly said, damn, that sucks man. The scanner finally registered my item and as I was paying, the weird guy just started laughing. He kept laughing and got louder and louder. As my boyfriend and I left the store, I had this weird feeling in the pit of my stomach and my heart was beating so rapidly inside my chest. We walked very quickly away from the store, laughing nervously, but I could still hear his maniacal laughter in the back of my head. My boyfriend and I laugh about this now, but I can't help but wonder what would have happened if I had been there alone and if my boyfriend wasn't protective enough before, he definitely is even more now. This happened in the early spring of 2006. I was 20 years old and in my sophomore year at college I lived with a few roommates in an apartment close to campus. As is typically the case, many businesses that might be relevant to students line the campus on all sides, including a CVS pharmacy. One morning I had to run to CVS to get a few things before class. I was wearing a hoodie, sweatpants and a hat, so nothing at all that would say, look at me. I just wanted to get in and out and get to class. I pulled into the parking lot and parked and I had noticed a car pulling in behind me who parked two spots over from me. The lot was pretty empty with maybe two other cars in the lot on the other end, likely belonging to the employees. There was a good song on the radio that I really wanted to hear, so I sat in my car for a minute while it finished. I got that feeling that someone was watching me, and I looked over at the car to see an older man with gray hair just staring at me. It really creeped me out. So I decided to wait another minute before getting out of my car. I was hoping he'd either get out of his car or leave. He didn't budge, so I thought maybe he was waiting for someone because a part of me thought that maybe I was just being paranoid and silly. Nobody gets kidnapped in broad daylight in a busy area. I mean, right? Oh, sweet, naive summer child. I didn't want to be late for class, so I decided to just get out of my car and speed walk into the store, hoping I would reach the safety of CVS before Mr. Creepy could so much as blink. I walked in and went to an aisle of Easter items that happened to be close to the register. About three seconds after I got into the store, he came quickly walking in, which seemed to have been impossible for a heavy set man in his late 40s or early 50s. He must have practically jumped out of his car and sprinted after me. He walked directly in the aisle I was in and then stood next to me for what felt like an eternity, but was probably only actually 30 seconds. He then continued down the rest of the aisle and around a corner to another one. I was overwhelmed with a very creepy feeling, so I stayed in that aisle. There wasn't an employee standing at the register, but I hoped that there would be a security camera nearby and maybe someone would come up to the counter. I was hoping Mr. Creepy would just get what he came for and leave, but instead he kept walking by my aisle and glancing at me, waiting about a minute and then walking by yet again. This happened probably five times. I should have told someone on staff that I felt unsafe, but I didn't. My flight instincts had kicked in and all I wanted to do, all I could think to do was leave. I decided to make a run for it after he walked by me, and when he did it again, I very briskly walked out the door. I had found my keys and had my thumb on the unlock button. So as soon as I was out of the door I then ran the 20ft to my car. I jumped in, locked the door and turned on my car as fast as I could. My hand was shaking as I put in the key and turned it. I put the car in gear and drove towards the entrance just in time to see Mr. Creepy walking out of the store empty handed and looking right at me. He ran and jumped into his car but I made a turn and got out of his sight. I was shaking so badly and had this huge feeling that I had escaped some terrible fate. I at least had the presence of mind to make a quick U turn and get out of sight and I drove around for 10 minutes just to make sure I wasn't being followed. It took me about six months before I went back to that CVS again. Looking back, I really wish that I had called and reported his general description and car to the police, but I just didn't think of it at the time. So to give some context, I'm a small statured girl, like five foot one. I guess that makes me look easily preyed on. I don't know. One night around 9:30 I realized that I had no more pets and I needed to go get some. Walgreens closed at 10 and wasn't that far so I headed there. The Walgreens I headed to wasn't in the best area. It was in one of those neighborhoods that wasn't too safe but surrounded by safe neighborhoods so it wasn't terrible either. I parked my car directly behind the door so I can see it from the entrance. There's spots in front of me that are closer to the door but are in the darkness. I would rather walk a little further than be hidden in the darkness. I was the only car in the parking lot and I'm FaceTiming with a friend. I start walking towards the doors and I realize my car may still be on. It's a push to start car. Sometimes I forget to turn it off but I always lock it regardless. So I turn around to go check and it's not on. As I lock my car door to start walking away, a car comes pulling in super quickly and I feel a little uneasy. I'm really paranoid by nature and I just hurry up and walk inside. As I go inside my friend has to go. I make my way to the aisle and I can't seem to find the pads at all. I'm in the adult diaper area and trying to find the pads. I have that feeling that someone's following me as I then hear footsteps and just feel weird. There's only me and the employee in the so maybe they think I'm stealing as it's about to close. This kind of pisses me off, but whatever. Do your job. I keep looking at the pads and as I turn a corner I notice whoever's following me keeps ducking off into an aisle. As I turn the next aisle, this person wasn't fast enough and I saw them. It wasn't an employee. It was a 5 foot 4 to 5'5 older man, maybe late 40s, early 50s. He had frosted tips and he looked like he was trying to look younger but he just looked like a sketchy guy instead. Awkward. I felt weird, but whatever. I always think that my paranoia is just overthinking. I get my pads and go to the register. I kid you not when I tell you this, but this man runs to the register and is empty handed. If you've been in this store as long as me for 15 minutes and you have nothing, that's just weird. He then grabs some sodas from the register fridge. I check out and I walk to the side of the store right by the coolers in the photo area. This way I can see the register and the door but they can't see me. I call my boyfriend and tell him what happened and to come. This man takes forever to check out his two soda bottles. Then he exits. I tell the employee what's going on. She looks outside and he's parked on the driver's side of my car and he drives a black older van model. She said that he was acting really weird to Nancy and when I walked away he had asked where I went. She let me stay there until he left which took 7 minutes. My boyfriend arrived shortly after the man left. I told him the description of the car and he told me as he pulled in he saw that car circling the building a few times then hiding in the darkness. Back parking lot, the one for employees and pharmacy drive thru which you can see the exit. Yikes. I haven't returned to that same location since. This happened a few years back when I was 18 and starting a new job at a restaurant in my town. My town is very small. It's all residential except for one long main street where all the shops and restaurants are located. I took a job at an Italian restaurant to make some extra money before leaving for college. I was training to be a waitress so my first couple of weeks I was mostly in the kitchen learning the dishes and being a runner. Everyone who worked in the kitchen were older men who were pretty laser focused on their tasks. So they didn't really talk to me. Except for one of the cooks who paid a little too much attention to me. His name was Red. That wasn't his real name, but everyone called him Red so I went along with it. Red was in his early 40s and dating one of the waitresses that was training me. Whenever his girlfriend wasn't around, he would always stand a little too close to me and would make comments about how pretty I am and how I should show more skin. He even went as far as to buy me a tight low cut black shirt that he thought was perfect because it matched the uniform. Uniform? The waitress uniform was just black slacks and a black polo. Being from a small town and not being exposed to creeps, I just said thanks, took the shirt and threw it into one of those donation bins on my way home. The creepiness went on for months. Him always telling me how my face was too sexy to be on that body. He constantly told me that I had the body of a 12 year old boy because I have small breasts. He would even follow me around in the restaurant. Once I went to the women's room and when I walked out he was standing outside waiting for me. He told me he got lost on the way to the men's room even though it was on the complete opposite side of the restaurant. When I told him that he had asked me to escort him there so we could spend some time together. I told the manager. But the manager was Red's uncle so he brushed off my complaints. Many of the other waitresses told me that's just how Red is and to just ignore him. I really tried my best, but every time he was around, I would feel a million danger bells going off in my head. About a week before I was supposed to leave for college, I then resigned from the restaurant. It was the end of my last shift around 9pm and I was going around saying goodbye to everyone. I hadn't seen Red. I took that as a win because I didn't want to deal with him at all. I walked alone out of the restaurant into the dimly lit parking lot. I saw Red's minivan parked kind of in the shadows. I only noticed it because I could see the light from his cigarette. I did kind of half wave toward him, figuring that was enough of a goodbye. I then got out of my car and started to drive out of the parking lot. I noticed that as soon as I started my car, Red started his. I pulled out of the parking lot and onto the main road in the town. When I looked in my rearview mirror, I could see his car right behind mine. I thought I was overreacting, like there's no way this grown man would be following me, right? Well, I was so, so wrong. I decided to test my theory and pull into the Walgreens Pharmacy parking lot. I didn't see his car enter the lot. I sighed in relief and then went into the store to pick up a few things. When I walked down toward my car, my heart stopped. Red was parked right next to me on the driver's side. He was standing in front of my driver side door. I tried to stay calm and say hello. He asked me why I didn't say goodbye to him and how it hurt his feelings. He said the only way he could forgive me is if I hugged him. Against my better judgment, I said okay and then reluctantly stepped forward. I limply put my arms around him, but he yanked me into a strong bear hook and was squeezing me so hard I had started to have trouble breathing. I tried to pull away, but he wouldn't let go. With my free hand, I then pinched his side as hard as I could so he would let go. When he did, I was able to throw my door open and then jump in. I locked the doors immediately. He started banging on my window and trying to open the handle of my car. I shoved the keys in the ignition and peeled out of the lot. He pretty much did the same and I could see he was following me. The good part about living in a small town is that the police station isn't very far. I drove right there and as soon as I pulled into the police station parking lot, Red just kept driving. I filed a report against him. I was informed that it wasn't the first time a report like this had been filed against him and that they would look into it. About a month after that, I was already in school in a different state. I actually got a text from one of my old co workers saying that Red had a total breakdown and locked himself in the manager's office and totally trashed it. He was arrested and then finally fired. I worked at a pharmacy for a few years and met some incredibly odd people. Some were harmless, such as the old lady who would talk your ear off about owls until you could manage to escape. Others, however, were not as innocent in their weirdness. Once I was ringing up first aid supplies for a customer who I noticed had a greenish tint to his skin and actually put me in the mind of Frankenstein's Munster because of his size and build and just his odd look. As I was handing him his change, he asked, do you wonder why my skin is green? I politely told him that the thought had actually crossed my mind. So he began to tell me that he had a certain disease that I had never heard of and I can't even remember what he called it now. Then he asked me if I knew how he got that disease, to which I replied no. He then said, by having sex with dogs. I have sex with dogs. Then he grabbed his bag of supplies and walked out like it was just a normal thing to say. Another strange person was our mailman. I'm a friendly, talkative kind of girl. I try to make everyone feel important and appreciated. Well, apparently the mailman we had mistook that as my being flirtatious with him. I noticed that he started spending more and more time in the pharmacy chit chatting with me whenever he'd deliver our mail. I didn't really think anything creepy of it though. One day my husband had just sent me roses just for no reason. The mailman came in and saw them and he asked me who they were from. I told him that my husband had sent them. He asked if my husband was good to me and if I loved him. I told him he was the greatest husband ever and that I didn't know what I'd do without him and that I loved him dearly. He then wanted to know how long we'd been married. I told him he wanted to know where my husband worked. I told him. Then he started to ask in more detail about my husband's job. Wanted to know if he ever worked nights or out of town, what time he left and got home, etc. After a while I started to be more vague with my answers. And then he finally left. I told my husband about our slightly odd conversation when I got home that evening. He immediately told me that the guy sounded way too into me and he thought maybe he was wanting to see if I was ever home alone so he could come over or something. I brushed it off. After all, it was just a nice middle aged mailman. The next week I walked about two blocks down to a fast food restaurant for lunch. As I'm sitting by a window, all of a sudden there he is waving and smiling in the window at me. So I waved back in a completely uninterested way. The next thing I knew, he came into the restaurant and actually sat down at my table. He said he was looking for me and that he was so glad that he found me. I really didn't know what do to to say, so I just told him I only had about a minute before I had to get back to work and excuse myself for the next few weeks. It seemed like every time I turned around, he would be there even when I wasn't working. It was really starting to get annoying and even a little scary. Then just as quickly as it started, he just stopped. He would come in, drop off the mail without even saying a word. And I was fine with that. One of the creepiest repeat customers we had was an overweight guy in his 50s. His pale white skin and blondish white hair always looked oily and his teeth were big, pointy and very yellow. He was a creep and a half, always hugging every younger female that he could corner. And they weren't friendly little hugs either. It was full body, fill you up and make you feel violated in nasty kind of hugs. It didn't matter how much you resisted or told him no, he forced it. My co workers would warn me and the other young girl that I worked with if they saw him coming so we could get behind the counter where he couldn't reach us. He totally made my skin crawl. I could go on and on. There were just so many creepers I met while working there. It was about November 2012 in Houston, Texas. I was taking night classes to become a medical assistant. Trade school and only eight months of school Monday, Thursday nights, 5pm to 10pm I was driving. I had just left school at about 10:15 and had some homework that I had questions over. Blah blah blah. I had to stop at Walgreens for an RX. There's really only one 24 hour Walgreens near my home and it's right down the street from my school. I'm wearing royal blue scrubs, my student id and I'm tired getting my RX in the back of the store. I'm not really paying attention to my surroundings. But then someone caught my eye. It was this guy. He kind of stood at the end of each aisle I was on, but I thought he was just there doing the same thing I was. Anyway, I headed up to the register because I had a few other items I had gotten, not just the Rx and I realized this guy had walked right past me and was standing outside near the trash cans at the entrance. As I'm walking to my car, I see him pick up his phone and he's watching me like hardcore, just staring. I can kind of read lips and he was describing my appearance, my car, my build, all of that to someone on the phone. So I get in my car, start it and he does the same. Now it's worth noting that this Walgreens is two blocks away from the courthouse and the sheriff's office. I drive straight there. Once I get my crap together in my car, this guy followed me in his vehicle before realizing where I'm really going. The courthouse and sheriff's office is kind of in a crappy neighborhood, or at least on the edge of it. I then park, run inside, ask to speak to an on duty officer and explain what had happened and what was happening. He takes a statement from me. I describe the man in almost perfect detail and he offers me an escort home. We drive home, him a few car lengths behind me, and we make it there with no hiccups or no reappearance of the guy in his crappy Toyota Corolla. I park in my driveway and he circles around my cul de sac and when he gets back to my house, calls me over to the patrol car. He has his laptop up with the guy's mugshot and record right there. He asks if it's him. I nod and say yeah, what he told me next, still to this day, absolutely freaks me out. As we were driving to my house, the other sheriffs in the area found him, then pulled him over. They searched the car and found a young girl about my age, 19 at the time, in his trunk. He was known in the area for pimping and he was trying to get me as a possible prostitute of his. I'm not gonna go into too many details because duh. But at the time I lived in a very well suburb of Houston. This kind of thing does not happen there, or should I say the news doesn't report it happening there. But I'm very fortunate that nothing bad happened to me and I want to give a big thank you to those officers. For general context, I'm an 18 year old female living along the mid Atlantic coast of the United States. The incident occurred during this past summer when I was working at my job at a local pharmacy. I had worked this job for a little over two years at that point needing to make ends meet in order to pay for gas and other necessities. Throughout my high school years, my co workers had always treated me like a little sister since I was the youngest employee on the team and it's something that I've always appreciated during my time working there. When I first started working for the store, I was a typical awkward high school girl with very little to no experience working in customer service, let alone talking to complete strangers day in and day out out. However, over the years I had grown much more outgoing and demonstrated a rather bubbly attitude towards people comfortable with the idea of helping complete strangers with a rather positive attitude. I live by the motto treat others the way you want to be treated while on my shifts and usually have no backlash with that kind of work ethic. I suppose you could say I let my guard down a bit with this demeanor a bit, and after the experience I had while working at the store, I've become much more reserved and less outward with my introductions to people. The town where I live is notorious for its bad reputation with drugs. The heroin epidemic in the area has spiked significantly over the past 20 years due to a variety of causes. It's not unheard of for stores around where I work to have stories of people ODing in their parking lot, parking lots or bathrooms, and even my store had some strange characters come in. People obviously strung out on drugs with slurred speech patterns and erratic behavior were somewhat of a common occurrence. My co workers and I learned to get used to them coming in and since I was the number one counter girl to ring them up for whatever the cheap cigarettes they needed to buy or whatever the case, I became accustomed to their behavior. They usually came in during the late evening hours when I worked and usually there were other co workers or managers on the floor so I didn't ever feel completely isolated with these druggies. I should also point out that I'm only about 5 foot 2 with blonde hair and without sounding too obnoxious, a rather good looking girl. I would get some comments here and there about my appearance and I would politely thank them as it wasn't usually anything too straightforward or gross in the least bit. However, there were a few occasions where I'd get some crude comments about my body or all the other things the particular person would like to do to me. I usually just laughed it off awkwardly as I was never too sure of what to do or say in those situations without the risk of losing my well loved job. There were also a few times when I would notice a man following me in the store. It was never obvious enough to scare me. Usually when I would be stocking shelves I had noticed a guy standing a bit too long in the aisles reading labels of vitamins that I know shouldn't be that interesting. None of that prepared me for what was about to come. This particular event occurred one later afternoon during the summer. It was around 4 or 5 in the afternoon and we had just received our shipment of food to unload for the following week. I grabbed one of my carts and started gathering some of the candy from one of the many totes of food that we received and began doing my job. I noticed a man walk down into my aisle and start to aimlessly look at all the candy. He was black, about 510 and semi stocky in build with a red T shirt on and some gym shorts. I'd say his age range was somewhere in his mid to late twenties. I asked him kindly with my overly polite customer voice, do you need help with anything, sir? He looked over at me and gave me a smile, but something about it I knew was off. I can't pinpoint it to this day, but it was something that made me put myself a bit more on guard just by the look he gave me alone. Uh, no, not right now. The man replied before seemingly looking back at the candy and just staring at it like it was going to move or something. I went back to work, stocking up on the candy on the higher shelves and minding my own business. This went on for about another 10 minutes or so and the man was still in the aisle with me. At that point I was starting to get a bit creeped out. One guy stands in the candy aisle and just stares at the candy for that long. I decided to put things to the test. I walked away from my candy for a bit and went to the back room to organize some shelves before heading out to the main floor again, but this time in another aisle with different items to unload. As predicted, he found me in the aisle once more and stood in the aisle randomly picking up items and setting them back down again like he was reading them. Finally, after about five or so minutes of awkward silence, he chimed up. Hey, do you actually mind coming over here for a second? I have a question about one of the sails. I looked over at him. His face relaxed from that creepy grin but that feeling of worry still creeped throughout my whole body. Despite this, I replied back, uh, yeah, sure. What's your question? I walked over towards him myself facing the shelf on the aisle, analyzing the tag to see what his problem might be. The man stood about a foot away from me, sideways so he was facing me. Yeah, I was wondering when did this sale end? He asked, a voice a little shaky. I kept my gaze away from him, not wanting to look him in the eye. The question was rather stupid to say the least. As it stated on the sales tag on the bottom right corner when the sale ended, it ends on the 21st. I replied a little curtly, trying not to sound impatient, when I noticed out of the corner of my eye a slight repetitive movement coming from the man. I couldn't be sure what it was, but I quickly scurried away as the man just gave me total creeper vibes. That was the moment that I started getting scared. I went into the bathroom a second time and hid in the bathroom for about 10 minutes or so. Did I really see what I thought I saw? No way it could have been anything. I wasn't even looking at him. It was simply a quick glance that could no way confirm what horrific thing I thought I noticed. Calming myself down a bit, I had splashed some cold water on my face and went back to the candy aisle I had previously been working in. I went back to stocking the shelves with the man nowhere inside. I let out a sigh of relief and nearly pushed him out of my mind when I turned around in the aisle, some bags of Smarties in the cart right behind me and we were both standing there to the right of the cart. My heart dropped but I proceeded to keep my gaze lowered while I organized some more bags of candy. When I turned my gaze towards him, noticing the repetitive movement yet again and I almost let out a scream, his body was positioned the same as before when he asked me about the sales tag earlier, his one shoulder pressed against the shelf of the aisle and his body facing me. I kid you not, he had his penis out of the gym shorts and fully stroking himself in the middle of the store not one foot away from me. I stood there in shock for a brief second before darting into the next aisle over where conveniently my manager was. I grabbed her and pulled her into the back room, nearly crying and stumbling on the words that I was saying. Now something you need to know about this manager is that she's a complete spitfire. She's in her late 50s and is smaller than me, but has the attitude and hot head nature of a bull. So when I told her that this strange man decided it would be a good idea to show his affections towards me by jerking off in front of me, her face went bright red and took off out the back room. Now instead of arguing and chasing after him like she wanted, she instead went out into the parking lot to identify his tag number on his license if he got into a vehicle. Sadly, by the time she went out of the store, the man had took off on foot across the highway that ran by our store. I just sat there shaking and in shock in the office over that. The cops were called and we filed a report on the man and we also pulled the surveillance tapes. The day following, we got a call from the state police that a man was arrested doing the same exact thing to another female employee in town. Town about 20 minutes away, and he was arrested. I'm not entirely sure what happened after that as I got mixed reports from the police that he fled to another state and another report saying he was arrested once more for an indecency charge. To this day, I still haven't really gotten over that if any lesson was to come for this. Even working in customer service where you need to have a smile and shipper attitude, always keep a guard up because you never know who could abuse that. This isn't the longest story I've got, but it's been the one on my mind lately. So this happened a few days ago. My friend, let's call him J, had invited me to eat lunch with him at a buffet, so I got ready and ordered an Uber. I had a cigarette while I waited outside, and the Uber arrived a few minutes later. I climbed in and buckled up, then was on my way. The driver had started talking, asking me general questions like where I'm headed, how I'm doing, if I'm single, etc. I told him that I was meeting a friend at the buffet that he was driving me to, and he said that he'd have to try it and that he might just come in when he dropped me off. I was a little put off by that comment, so I remained wary and vigilant. I'm always on edge and have my guard up, so I didn't brush it off. Instead, I had tried to focus on reading the group chat JI and another friend of ours was in by turning on my screen reader and lowering the volume so only I could hear it. The driver kept talking every time I held my phone to my ear, causing me to not be able to listen to the message. I have a visual impairment, so I couldn't read the text on my phone since it was too bright in the car. I started giving him shorter responses and he asked what I was listening to. I told him that I can't see that well, which could have made things much worse than they turned out, and I was listening to a conversation. I continued to try to listen to the incoming messages sent by J and our other friend, who I'll refer to as pnow, but he just kept talking every time I brought the phone to my ear. If you're wondering why I didn't put in earbuds, it's because I had left them at J's apartment a few days prior and couldn't get them because he was already waiting for me at the restaurant. The driver eventually asked what I did for work and I told him that I don't currently have a job, which is true. He began telling me about some program he was in where you could get like $2,000 a week just by becoming a member. That sounded extremely sketchy, so of course I didn't believe him. I nodded along though and I pretended to be interested. He said that if I wanted in he could text me the link if I gave him my number. I said sure, but only when we reached the buffet and he seemed content with that. When we reached the plaza with the buffet, he drove around for a bit, unable to see the restaurant, which he had passed several times. I'd begun to grow annoyed rather than worried, but I kept it hidden. Eventually he had feigned finally finding the place and stopped the car. I unbuckled and thanked him for the ride and he said that he'd be in there in a few minutes and we could eat together. I said sure and just nodded my head, then opened the door and got out. I closed the door and hurried to J who was on the phone with another friend of ours who I'll call A. J hung up the phone and looked at me speed walking towards him and he noticed the driver just sitting there staring at me. J then glared at him and yelled hey man, what are you looking at? Causing the driver to then flee and leave the restaurant before we left and paid. I was really worried that the dude would come in, but he never did. J and I enjoyed our meal and made it home safely. I really hope that I don't run into that weirdo again. Remember to always remain alert and pay attention to everything. For a little background information. I was a younger teen, maybe 15, 16. I'm 21 now. Me, my sister and my brother and mom were going somewhere and my dad wasn't home so our SUV wasn't here at the time. We called an Uber to wherever we were going. We were waiting an absurd amount of time. Then out of nowhere a red car comes, literally swerving and speeding down the road. It speeds right past our house and turns at the end of the street. It comes back and I kid you not, it damn near hit us. Some older guy in maybe his mid-50s to early 60s rolled down the window to give a description. He was a black man with a baseball cap on and he had patchy gray facial hair for a beard I'm not sure if he was under the influence or if he just talked in a strange way. He then asked if this was our home, saying our address. We all say yes and then he starts yelling, where's the address? Apparently he couldn't see it, we point to it and whatever. Then he proceeded to keep yelling even more. We're trying to tell the man our address and I kid you not. He starts to cuss my freaking mother out in front of at the time, an 8 year old girl, a 7 year old boy, and me, the oldest, a 15 year old kid. My mom's jaw dropped and she told my younger brother and sister to get inside and for me to stay with her. My mom says to forget it and for the man to leave. The man then starts to get out of his car and gets in my mom's freaking face. I'm pissed, but what am I gonna do at such a young age? She tells him to get the hell off the property and I added for him to get the hell out of her face as well. Well, he said no. And after about five minutes of debating with this guy, my mom lost it. We then both went inside and she called the police. He sat there for almost 10 minutes before the police got there. Long story short, we gave the police the license plate and a description of him. We also informed our dad on what happened and he was pissed. My mom reported him to Uber and got some rather quick feedback. Apparently this guy had a record of harassing other passengers. Anyways, I thought this was all over, but I kid you not, me, my mom and my dad were in the living room hours from the original situation. The same day. For context, at the time, there was a giant window in the front of our house. Despite it being a horrible day, it was actually a nice day out. So we had the blinds open. I'm not really sure what we were doing, but. But my dad then says, hey, isn't that the Uber guy? He looks like the guy y' all described. My mom's face went pale and she whimpered, oh crap. This piece of crap was parked in front of our house. My dad then runs out of the house and the guy speeds off screaming, you people got me fired. While flipping us off. Believe it or not, this maniac was outside again the next damn day. My dad swore to God that when we got up and he got a cup of coffee, he looked out the window and he saw him across the street. Yeah, this crazy old man went that far. He didn't leave until my dad had to go out there. Again, and according to my dad, it was indeed him. He then sped off when my dad got to the end of the lawn. That was pretty much it. Other than one time. Probably a week later, the same kind of red car rolled by our house really slowly. It's probably unrelated, but it's still scary to think about nonetheless. I know this might not be the scariest of stories, but it really freaked me out. And it's really terrifying when you have someone practically stalking your house. Stay safe out there, everyone. This happened a couple of years ago. I was 21 at the time. I was on my way to the Tri State Airport in Huntington, West Virginia and didn't have a ride. So I called an Uber. The guy shows up in a red Toyota Corolla and when I got in the car it immediately smelled of death and weed. This should have been my first red flag. I asked him to not take the interstate to the airport because taking that road with an unfamiliar driver, well, it made me uncomfortable. He was wearing sunglasses to drive even though it was nine o' clock at night, and he tilted them down and looked at me in the rearview mirror and just muttered, okay. I thought it was weird, but shrugged it off cue. About 15 minutes later, I see him take the exit to hop on the interstate. I then sat up and said, hey, can we not take this way? It doesn't really make me comfortable. He started laughing maniacally and sped onto it. I jumped and was speechless. He was making me really uncomfortable with his driving. He was speeding, swerving through traffic. He told me that he'd let me out on the side of the road if I was that uncomfortable. He told me that I shouldn't get into cars with strange people in the first place. I asked him to pull over to a rest stop that was coming up and I'd get out and call another Uber, but he refused. He sped up even more and was laughing maniacally while doing so. It was so freaking creepy. We got to the airport and I had tried getting out of the car, but he had the child's safety locks on, so he had to get out and let me out himself. He opened my door and stood in the way and then said, you know, Uber isn't even my main source of income, so it's not my job to make you feel comfortable. Maybe next time you shouldn't ask strangers for a ride somewhere. They truly sounded unhinged. I reported him to Uber and so far I've never gotten him as a driver again, and I hope no one else does either. So this Literally just happened to me Wednesday night. My boyfriend lives in the town over and he orders me lifts back and forth to go see him. We've been doing this for over the past seven months without problems. We had spent the day together and had an amazing time as always. And he ordered me my lift back home. The guy pulls up and my boyfriend puts me in the car and gives me a passionate kiss goodbye. The driver is from Cuba, hardly speaks a lick of English, and he's using Google Translate the entire time to talk to me now. At first it started off as do you mind sitting in the front seat? I don't like for people to sit behind me. Okay, no problem. However, instead of letting me out of the car, he had asked me to climb over the seat, which made me feel a bit uncomfortable. And then I realized that he's staring at me the whole time I'm doing so. Then he proceeded to tell me, I hope I'm not being too daring, but you're very beautiful. Okay, cool. I get this compliment all the time, so I just say thank you. But I'm a bit put off by this. At the same time, he goes on like a regular driver, asking me if the music was okay and the volume, you know, the regular stuff. Then he starts asking me about the address I'm going to. Am I taking you to your home? I replied, yes, I'm going home. Then he asks, can I go home with you? I just laugh at this and say no. He asked about the guy that had put me in the car, if he was my boyfriend or my husband. I tell him that he's my boyfriend, my soon to be husband. Then he asks me, could I be your boyfriend too? And of course I say absolutely not. The guy asks me why not? I say that I'm totally against that and that I'm in love with my boyfriend very much and that I'm extremely loyal and faithful to him. He then says he doesn't have to know. In Cuba, we believe having multiple partners and and not all of them know about each other. I tell him, well, that's definitely not a thing for me and I don't believe in that one bit. He then says, your boyfriend made the mistake of sending you home alone. I would have taken you myself to make sure you got there safe. Now I'm getting very upset at this point and I'm only laughing at what he says, trying to maintain a friendly composure because I know how ugly things can turn if I start giving this guy an attitude. He doesn't speak again for a While and when he does, he asks me again if he could come home with me. I tell him no again and then he says, you're just so beautiful. I really want to be your other boyfriend. I don't even say anything but just shake my head no and start fidgeting around with my phone. He tells me that he has a lot of money and that he would take care of me. I told him that I didn't care and that I wasn't interested. Then he had asked me if he could give me his number so that we could text each other and I say no. After what seemed like an eternity, we eventually pull up to my house and he gets down trying to help me with my bags and I decline his help, to which he then tells me hold on. And he pulls out his phone one more time and he asks, can I please come inside with you? I tell him to have a good night and to have a safe trip back. I then dart inside as fast as I could, locking all of the locks behind me and calling my boyfriend immediately so that he could report this weirdo because I didn't want this unpleasant experience to happen to anyone else. Well, the only thing Lyft did was give my boyfriend a five dollar credit to his account for the unpleasant experience. He wasn't even able to tell them why it was unpleasant. Yeah, it's insane. So ladies, creepy drivers are definitely a thing. Please be careful out there. I live in a city with a public transportation system. They have been extremely short staffed and more often than not you have to call just to make sure your bus is even coming. On weekdays, during business hours, the public transit operator will order a lift for you to get to work if your bus isn't showing up or if they're short a driver. Tuesday, I'm at the bus stop after checking multiple times if my bus is coming, only to find out that that it wasn't. They ordered me a lift and this nice older gentleman was my driver. We had a casual conversation and he had started to ask personal questions. I'm a bartender and I'm super friendly already, so I didn't think his questions were ill intentioned. I told him I'm not married and that I'm pretty much a loner. I basically go to work and go home and spend time with my family. He then says, I'd marry you in a heartbeat. Again, I'm just thinking he's being funny or nice. I asked him to drop me off at the downtown grocery so I could pick up some things that I needed for Work. When he stopped, he said that he was joking and that he's actually married and he has a son my age. He asked if I was interested in maybe meeting him. Since I have a terrible track record. I figured it wouldn't hurt meeting someone out of my circle and comfort zone. So I gave the man my number and we parted ways. The next morning he texted me and he asked if I needed a ride to work. I told him he didn't have to do that and that I was sure that my bus was going to be running this time. He said it would be his pleasure and that he'd pick me up at my house at 3pm Then about an hour later, he asked me if I wanted to have lunch with him before work. I told him I was busy and that I couldn't do that. Okay, I'll see you at three, he said. He shows up at three and he lets me know he's outside while I'm finishing getting my things together. I open the door and he's starting to walk up my stairs to my house. I told him I was ready and we could head downtown. When I get in the backseat, he turns around and he says that he has a confession. He told me from the time I took off my mask, his heart danced like a butterfly. He said that he hasn't been able to stop thinking about me since the day before and that he'd love to spend more time with me and that he'd even pay me for my time if I spent the day with them. That's when I started to feel super uncomfortable. The whole ride was really making me cringe, but I know when you're in a situation like that with a predator, playing nice is way safer than freaking out. He continued on the entire ride about how he loved me at first sight and he wanted to make me his Lebanese queen. As we got closer to downtown, I started to feel relief. He dropped me off at my hotel and said, see you tomorrow. That evening at work, I had checked my phone after a busy happy hour and he texted me multiple times. He sent me a picture of the hotel and he said he'd wait for me to get off to give me a ride home. I told him that I already had a ride, but thank you anyways. Thursday morning I'm out running errands with my mom and sister. He texts me and asks how early he can pick me up because he can't stop thinking about me. I asked him to please stop and that I was with my family. He continues to text me all day. And evening begging to see me, telling me that his heart is really aching to see his Lebanese queen. I just kept telling him to please stop. Well Friday morning it hit the fan. He tells me that he loves me no matter what. He then told me I told my wife about you and that I'm in love with you and I want a divorce. I told him to please don't do that and that it wasn't right to treat his wife like that. He said that it wasn't my fault they were drifting apart anyways. Then he said that he was picking me up for dinner at 5:30 and that he's not taking no for an answer. I ignored the messages during the day and just went about my day. Around 5:25 my video doorbell rings and he's standing on my porch for at least 15 minutes. I told him that I wasn't home and that he should leave. He continues to text me and beg to come pick me up from my parents. I was actually home the whole time but I was too scared to let him know that. I eventually called the non emergency police line but he had already left by the time I got through. I filed a general report, but technically they can't really do anything unless he's standing on my porch actually threatening me. They advised me to report it through Lyft, so I did. I haven't heard anything since, but that crap was really creepy. Last year I was on vacation in Southern Europe with a large group of friends. We have been there for a while and we always took an Uber from our rented house to the city which had very nice bars and clubs. The thing with Uber is it allows very cheap and flexible traffic transport, but it also opens the door to a lot of creeps. Now I've had Uber drivers who are super cool but also extremely drugged up road ragers who drive like maniacs and think they're impressive. And it's always the worst. Once an attractive woman sits in the car it feels like a lot of total creeps. I think now that I have her here in this situation where she can't flee, she's forced to talk and be nice to me for that very reason. The guys of our group always use their phone to call Uber so that no creep picks the ride specifically because a female name popped up. Some of my friends even use male fake names because of that. But the guy we had that day was by far the worst. It is late evening and Uber picks us up and drives me, a 27 year old male, a 25 year old female and a 24 year old female to the desired Old Town where we plan to go clubbing and drink while driving. The driver constantly looks at the two women in the backseat via the mirror. They only told me this afterwards. He kept starting conversations, but basically only addressed the girls who left, answering to the guys who gave short non detailed answers, basically signaling that we won, don't want to talk and two, don't think he needs to know our plans. To us, he seemed way too pushy and he wasn't really that big on hygiene, giving off the classic this is exactly the scenario why we don't like booking Ubers vibe. Meanwhile, we can't wait to arrive to our destination and get out of this uncomfortable but not super horrible situation. But that crap really didn't feel too great. Especially when this guy didn't stop on the road but instead pulled into a parking spot. He started fumbling around with his phone and we were like, alright, this is weird, let's just get out. And left the car. To our surprise, the guy then turned the car off and got out as well. We saw the red flag and just started walking away towards the bar area of the town without even saying a word. Cars can't enter the old town after 400ft. Once we reached the gates, we stopped because this was the meeting spot for the other half of our group who took a separate Uber. And we found out that this guy was freaking following us and stopped as well. You know the classic circle that people form while talking where one guy is just kind of standing next to it because people don't let him in? Yeah, well we did that. We started making conversation about how long the others will take to get here, where they are right now, etc. And this guy keeps throwing in comments like he's part of the posse. Oh cool. Even more people for us to hang out. This must be a great evening. Then we texted our friends in group chat that we were changing the meeting place to this bar because the freaking Uber driver is following us around and we want to lose him. So one of us started leading the group at a quick pace through the streets. They are very small, lots of people and tall old town buildings all around them. We made turns at every corner trying to lose the guy, but he follows. Finally we reached a big plaza where there were hundreds of people closely together, basically queuing to enter the narrow street that was up ahead. We pushed through like rude douchebags and successfully we lost the guy. Finally we could head straight to the bar after our detour and when linked up with the other part of our group. Two hours pass and life is all good. We decided to head to another bar a bit further away because the drinks and prices kinda sucked in this one. We had two drinks in that bar and guess who walks through the door and stands right next to the table? That guy. Hey guys. At this point, one of our friends, a 28 year old male who's good at communicating and frankly, quite big, tells the guy that we want to keep to ourselves and have no interest in hanging out with them and to please leave us alone. Fortunately, the guy says it's no problem and leaves. Unfortunately, at around 3am while dancing in the crowd at the club, the same guy announced his presence by tenderly pressing his body against the back of one of the girls who's 24 years old, who he had been staring at through the mirror in the car. The girl's boyfriend, a 27 year old male, recognizes the guy, gets angry as hell, grabs him by the collar and essentially tells him that if he keeps following us, he will get the crab kicked out of him. A bouncer sees this and approaches them. I start talking to the bouncer who was super annoyed by anyone intervening at first, but after hearing how this guy stalked us from his car to this club, he just asks the Uber guy a few questions then proceeds to throw him out. We stayed a bit longer than we wanted in hopes of him not waiting for us. After that, we reported the guy for being a creep in the app and we called another Uber, which thankfully wasn't him. This past summer, for my graduation gift, my mom and grandma took me to Alberta, Canada to go watch the Spruce Meadows Masters Tournament. If you don't know what that is, it's one of the world's largest horse shows. We flew out there, so we decided to use Uber to get to and from the show grounds. We don't have Uber where I'm from, but everyone said the Uber drivers in the area were really awesome. For the first three days, the drivers were great. They picked us up within five or so minutes and got us there in 15 minutes tops. The cars were clean and safe. This is important. On day four, we had called for an Uber about 45 minutes before the time we wanted to be picked up at 9.30am 10am rolled around and we thought we'd give it another 10 minutes before calling for a different driver. 1005ish. The original driver then comes in his profile it said that he was driving a 2017 Dodge Journey, but when he got there it was definitely the right guy, but he was in this old rundown looking beater. My first instinct was to go up to the driver's window and ask him to roll it down. Before I could ask him his name, just to check to make sure and ask him what happened to the car of the app said he would be driving. He almost shouted at me in a very angry tone, yes, it's me. This is my sister's car. Mine's in the shop now. Get in, ladies. I have other riders waiting for me. I was shocked and already scared at this point. I looked at my mom and grandma and they just said to get in. So I did. I sat in the back with my grandma and my mom sat in the front. We told him where we needed to go and we were on our way. He had taken a different route that he had claimed was quicker. On the highway in Calgary, 15 minutes is already pretty fast. 15, 20 minutes had passed and he had been chatting up with my mom in a very flirtatious way the whole ride. He had taken us into the countryside that seemed to be forever away from where we were going, as it was actually the opposite direction. I asked him if he knew where we were going and if we were going to get back on the highway. He just ignored me and kept driving. Another 10 minutes passed and I was freaking the hell out. My mom was obviously quite uncomfortable as well, and we were still in the countryside. He pulled over onto the side of the road and we just sat there for a solid five or six minutes. At this point I was shaking and I had to hold my grandma's hand. The driver turned around and put his hand on my leg, but I quickly shifted away. Then he proceeded to look at all three of us and say, I'm sorry for the long ride, ladies. I know I've gotten out of the way, but you're all too beautiful for me to let you leave so soon. What the hell, man. I wanted to get out of the car immediately. We all just sat there in silence and all I could think of was, oh my God, this guy's going to kill us. He also made many other creepy remarks toward me, commenting on how youthful and full of life I am. Some real serial killer stuff. After sitting there in shock for what felt like hours, my sweet grandma screamed at him, telling him to turn around and get back onto the highway. He finally pulled off the side of the road and then continued on the country road. The whole way he just kept looking back at me and making increasingly sexual remarks. Then about an hour and a half later, we got to the grounds as you can imagine I was extremely shaken up and almost in tears. I wish we had just called another Uber. I really hope he doesn't do this to all of his female passengers. I'll never be taking a ride share again. To the Uber driver from hell. You made me miss like two hours of the show and you scared me half to death. I gave you zero stars. I hope I never encounter you again. And I hope Uber fires you. This happened several months ago. At the time, I had recently lost my car due to a motor vehicle accident. So I walked for 30 minutes to the store thinking I'd be able to beat the sunset back, but I was wrong. By the time I was done picking up my groceries, it was pitch black outside. The thing is, I live in a woodsy area where there are not even many sidewalks, so I didn't think it was safe to walk back. I tried getting my brother and cousin to pick me up and drop me off, but they wouldn't have been able to make it for a while. So instead I decided to get a lift. A photo of a suspicious looking, creepy old man popped up as my driver. I waited at the sidewalk for my ride and maybe like 10 minutes later, the driver arrived. It was a silver Toyota sedan and the driver was an old man wearing a baseball cap and he had large framed rectangular glasses. Pretty much instantly, something felt off about the man's aura, but I tried not to let it bother me too much. After all, my home was literally right down the street, I reminded myself. I asked him if I could put my groceries in the trunk of his car. He nodded. I dropped them in without noticing what was in the trunk of his vehicle, because where we were stopped, it was pretty dark with no street lamps. I held myself in the car and told him that I lived back there, pointing in the direction from which the vehicle had arrived, and that I let him know that he was only a three minute drive away from my home. I saw him nod, or so I thought, and as soon as the light switched to green, he made a right. I thought he was making the right to turn the vehicle around, but instead he drove past the main road that he was supposed to take to get me home. I let him know immediately that my home was that way while pointing in the direction, and he acknowledged it, but still kept going straight, claiming there was an issue with his gps, and he started driving us in the complete opposite direction of my home, where the roads were completely empty. Suddenly, I didn't feel safe. I had a terrible feeling in the pit of my stomach in that moment of panic, I immediately reached for my phone to sos, assuming the worst. But then I stopped myself and told myself to calm down. Hey, make a U turn. I tried to tell the driver as calmly as possible. I didn't want him to hear the panic in my voice. He didn't respond. My request to turn around was completely ignored. I couldn't keep calm any longer, so I finally yelled for him to make a right and turn around. He reluctantly complied. Along the way back to the road that took me to my home, it felt like it was the longest three minutes of my life. But just when I thought that I'd finally be home safe. The driver then suggested an alternate route. Even though my home was a simple right and a right via the main road and very close by, I immediately felt that something was really, really wrong. I slowed down next to a woodsy, isolated path along the way, asking if I'd ever been that way before and that we could take this route. Instead, I froze again. I went into panic mode, but I forced myself to calm down so as to not let it be known that I was suspicious of him. I raised my voice once more, telling him that my home was that way, while pointing toward the main road, which wasn't very far. He finally obliged after some reluctancy, and he started driving back toward the main road again. The entire time on the way to my home, my heart was racing and my palms were sweating. We arrived in my complex maybe five minutes later, and I spoke to him very nicely so that he doesn't try something funny that would force him to react in such a manner that would actually put my life in even further danger. I told him I'd be tipping him well for such a short drive, which would be $10. I quickly hopped out of the car and jolted to the trunk to retrieve my groceries. As I grabbed my bags, I saw something that I hadn't noticed before, because this time the street lamps surrounding my complex actually illuminated the trunk of his car. I froze as I grabbed my groceries, and the trunk of his vehicle was rope and a mallet, as well as a bag filled with some contents. I was trembling from fear. I ran up to my building so fast and checked outside my window as soon as I got up to my apartment just to make sure that he wasn't still lurking and watching. But thankfully, I never had to hear or see from that old man again. My guess was that he had some evil, twisted intentions from which I miraculously escaped, because for whatever reason, he decided to change his mind about the intentions he had for me that night. To this day, I can only guess as to what his intentions were, but judging by the items I found in the trunk of his vehicle, it's not something I would have ever wished to find out. I'm so glad that I trusted my instincts that day. My girlfriend just got out of a lift in Wrigleyville, Chicago, in the middle of a busy street. The driver picked her up in front of my house and suggested taking her to a dark alley rather than a busy road. My girlfriend of course refused and told him to take her to the main road. The driver was visibly angry and he was on the speakerphone with an unknown third party. He was speaking in another language. He had mentioned to her a specific address, a large apartment building. Then he proceeded to ask her in English if she lived at the address. My girlfriend smartly lied and said she was visiting a friend. The driver then repeated the address to the third party on the speakerphone. He then told her that her Lyft profile picture was hot. That's when she said, okay, I'm getting out now. They were at a red light and he looked shocked. She had to manually open the lock, open the door, and then get out in the traffic. She then called me immediately and I ran down the street to meet her halfway. I drove her home, circled her blog twice, keeping an eye out for that license plate number or any other lingering cars, and walked all the way inside the apartment building. If you're in Chicago, beware of a black Toyota Prius. I would like to say the license number here, but I don't want to get in trouble for doxxing but they were very inappropriate to say the least. She's still very scared and uncomfortable. We reported this to Lyft, but does anyone know if we should call the police? No fun feeling unsafe, especially because we have no idea who he was talking to. We'll definitely be contacting the police through non emergency means and letting them know that it was an incident that makes us feel less safe. Unfortunately. I'm very aware that the Chicago Police Department prefers to do nothing when given the choice, but at least there will be a paper trail. After calling the police, they let us know the plate is registered to a rental firm. I'm really confused. How does Lyft allow that. This happened in December 2021? I was at an event about 40 minutes away. It was Armbazel in Miami and I went to an after party that my friend was hosting. I live in Broward county and I was drinking so I decided not to drive. My friend, being nice, ordered a lift for me. This was at about 3am Everything was business as usual in terms of getting a Lyft drunk in the middle of the night to take you home. About halfway into the trip, 20 minutes, the driver, a very large man, pulls off to an exit, not mine, and then down into a grassy ditch. Admittedly, I wasn't paying much attention up until this point. After swerving off into the ditch on the side of an exit ramp on a highway, I had started assertively saying, where are we? What's going on? He just sat there, breathing heavily, no response to any of my questions, and the doors were locked. I kept looking to my right, which was a vacant lot of trees. I was convinced someone was about to run up and grab me out of the backseat. I had started crying. As soon as I started crying, he put the car into reverse, up out of the ditch, then up the exit ramp at full speed, throwing it in drive. He sped about 85, 90 miles per hour to my exit. At this point, I'm just hoping he doesn't flip the car or slam into a wall. He takes the exit, speeds all the way into my neighborhood, running red lights. Once he made the turn, skidding into my street. I screamed out loud to let me out that this was my house. He unlocked the doors, I jumped out, and I kid you not, he gets out of the car, pulls down his pants, and then he takes out his penis. I started running towards my house and the last thing I yelled at him was that I was going inside and grabbing my gun and that if he was still outside when I came back, I was going to shoot off his penis. Apologies if that's way too graphic, but that's what I said and that's what would have happened. I get to my house safely and lock the door. I called my friend to tell him what has occurred, and I told him to screenshot me the driver's information. At that point, he went to get the info and it was gone. I have the Lyft app and I tried to call customer service. Turns out there's no number. They had sent me a text back and forth about what had just happened for about 45 minutes. I demanded that a representative call me. Someone finally did call, but they said I should just call the police, that they can't share the driver's information, and then they deleted the entire text thread. For anyone who's wondering why this happened, it's because it was on the app, not regular texts. It just disappeared, though. I couldn't Believe it, some freak out there now has my address and after I reported the threat they refused to give me any information to actually report him to the police. It's now about 5am When Lyft drops my call and erases all contact with me. I should have called the police looking back, but to be quite honest, calling the police in South Florida when an immediate and continuing threat is not in place is more hassle than what it's worth speaking from experience to conclude Screw Lyft. My car had died a little while back and I've been using Lyft to get around town as needed. I'm actually within walking distance to a good variety of stores, so it hasn't been too pricey for me. However, I recently needed to go to the pharmacy and the pet supply store, both too far to walk. So I go to the pharmacy, pick up my prescription and then call my ride to the pet supply store. The driver who picked me up seemed initially very polite, asking how my day was, commenting on the weather, etc. But then things got weird very fast. He abruptly asked if I was hungry. When I said no, he began to insist that we stop at a restaurant to get food and would not stop until I lied and said that I had just eaten a large lunch. Then he asked me if I wanted to get a coffee. Again, no. He backed off and turned up the radio. A minute later he asked if I like music and if I like to dance. I answered that I don't care for dancing, to which he asked, well, why not? Then he asked if I like to drink and if so, what bars do I like. I felt very uncomfortable at this point and I said that I don't drink much. Well, why not? He asked again, not even a little here and there. I then lied that alcohol makes me nauseous. Then he asked me if I live alone. I said no, that I live with my husband. He asked how long I've been married and if I'm happy with my husband. Then he'd casually asked, is your husband a strong guy? Does he hit the gym? I began to feel very panicked at this point. Why would this guy want to know if I live alone and how physically strong my husband is? He was being very pleasant and cheerful the whole time, but staring intently at me through the rearview mirror, which really disturbed me. I lied and said that my husband was military and that I was so happy to have him home with me. He became very disinterested after I began gushing about my husband and abruptly turned up the radio so loud that it actually hurt my ears while in the backseat. I'm not even kidding. The windows were actually vibrating from the noise. We arrived at the pet supply store and I jumped out of the car and hurried away. Once in the store, I really took my time perusing the aisles to ensure that the driver had really left. I stayed there for nearly 40 minutes. It was rush hour, so I was fairly confident he had received another passenger request and left. After buying feed for my bunny, I had headed out and requested another ride. I kid you not. The dude was waiting in the parking lot and he whipped his car around in front of me as soon as I walked out the doors. He accepted my ride request after blocking me from walking into the parking lot, jumped out of his car, took my bag of feet out of my hands, and then bundled it into the car. It all happened very quickly and looking back, I really should have canceled my ride right then and there. I really regret not putting down my foot and calling him out on his creepiness. Anyhow, I froze up and started panicking. I tell myself that I'm being dramatic and that it's all just a coincidence. I get in his car and realize with misery that my home address is logged into his gps. He's very jolly now and he asks, will you be happy when you get home? I had a stroke of genius and lied that I was actually visiting my friend for dinner, but oh yes, I can't wait to get home later on. It's been such a long day. He didn't seem to like hearing this and he gave me the loud radio treatment yet again. I arrived home and grabbed my bag of bunny feet so he couldn't try and help me carry it inside. The driver got out right when I did and he tried to push a piece of paper in my hand. It had his phone number on it and he said, you will call me tonight when you're ready to go home. Yes. Ya Boi demanded that I call his personal phone to get a ride home after dinner with my friend. I refused and he actually tried to force the paper right into my hand, grabbing my fingers and then crumpling them into a fist around the said paper. I lied again. I told him that my friend was actually going to be the one driving me home later on, and then dropped the paper on the sidewalk. He finally gave up and got back into his car. I walked up to the door, but I realized that the driver was still parked at the curb, watching me. He saw me looking and quickly pretended to mess with his phone, but I suspect he was waiting to see if my friend would come to the door or if I was lying. I casually knocked on the door, waited a moment, then pulled out my phone as though to call my friend. While making the call, I had decided to turn and stare pointedly at him. It worked and he eventually eased his car out and drove away. Once he was around the corner, I rushed into the house and locked the door behind me. So yeah, that's the end. This took place a while ago, 2015ish, but I'll probably never forget it. I, around 21 at the time and female, was still fairly new in my city. I had just gotten out of a bad relationship, wasn't in the best place mentally, and didn't know a lot of people in town besides my ex and his friends. I was on a dating and hookup app looking for people to hang out casually with, maybe find a friends with benefits or something. I had matched with a 25 year old guy named Simon. We had talked sporadically in the app for a few days. He explained he was in a band and living in a house with his bandmates. He sent me their music. It was just audio on YouTube with a heavily edited still image of four or five guys playing rock instruments. One of them looked like him. The music was an interesting combination of styles, but not really for me. But whatever. He seems like a nice enough guy. He stopped replying for a few days and I figured that was that, then moved on. Then one day I was at work and I got a message from him saying sorry that he'd been so busy and inviting me to a barbeque with his friends and bandmates in their yard. He had explained that their band manager was providing them the house to live in. Based on the lack of views on the YouTube video and the fact that I had only seen one photo of him playing in the band, I figured that he was probably exaggerating the band manager thing. I thought it was more likely something along the lines of a bar manager friend giving them a discount on rent in exchange for being a house band at their bar or something, and didn't think much of it beyond that. Normally I would have just said no to going to a barbecue alone at the home of someone that I really didn't know. But I was really bored and I figured that I might be able to overcome some social anxiety and maybe even make some female friends there since he made it sound like a pretty big party. I put the neighborhood he gave me into maps and it was a suburban area with lots of families. As far As I knew, I figured being in a yard on such a nice summer day wouldn't be overly risky because lots of neighbors would be outside. Plus it was just a few train stops away from my workplace and I was off in a few hours. I did tell him I wasn't overly comfortable with the idea since I didn't know him very well, but I would stop by for a bend if I didn't need to go inside the house at all. He said that was totally fine, which made me feel a lot better. I even made sure not to drink anything for the rest of my shift so I wouldn't be risking needing to go inside to use the bathroom. I was anxious about showing up to a barbeque with people I didn't know at all as he implied that the event was already underway. Plus I would have had a hard time finding a specific address from the backyard side. So I asked Simon if he could meet me at the train station since he said it was a quick walk away. He agreed to do that and I let him know when I was leaving work and what time maps said that the train would get to a station. I sent Simon a message to tell him that I had arrived at the train station at around 5:30. After I looked around and couldn't find him, he told me that he was running behind and to just start walking toward the neighborhood. I was about halfway across the massive train station parking lot when I saw him slowly wandering toward me. I recognized his clothes, wearing bell bottoms when they were not common, especially for men, and long hair from four far away, but up close his face looked pretty different from his photos. It might have been some heavy duty editing, I don't even know. But he kinda looked like a different guy, older looking than the 25 year old guy in the photos by 5 to 10 years. Maybe he used photos of his brother or something, I don't even know. This was also before AI. This was the first real red flag, but I brushed it off. Maybe he's just self conscious. Maybe he smokes a lot and doesn't wear sunscreen and hasn't taken any pictures in a while. All of his pictures look candid so I figured he wasn't much of a selfie guy. And besides, I'm mostly here to make friends anyway so I shouldn't judge his appearance so harshly. He was also clearly already drunk, but a lot of my ex's friends were heavy drinkers so that didn't seem strange. He is hosting a barbecue after all. The second red flag came shortly after when we arrived at the front door. I reminded him that I wasn't comfortable going inside the house, but he assured me we would just have a walk through to get to the backyard. Okay, fine. It wasn't the kind of neighborhood where you could just walk around the house to get to the backyard. We would have had to backtrack to the main road to go down the alley directly to the backyard. I figured he just forgot what I said about not wanting to go inside and I didn't want to cause a bunch of trouble, so I went with it. We got in the house and he immediately closed the door and locked the deadbolted knob right behind me. I didn't think that was too weird since nobody was hanging out inside and a lot of people were just in the habit of locking the door whenever they come in, but it did still give me the heebie jeebies for some reason. Then Simon then told me that he'd really like to give me a tour of the house. I politely declined and reminded him that I was just there for the barbecue. He said that he and his bandmates had worked really hard to get the house and he was really proud of it. At that point I was getting really skeptical because usually when guys would tell me things that seemed a bit far fetched, they'd let the truth slip by the time they got me to their house. But still I convinced myself that I was just being unreasonable. I was already in the stupid house anyway. He insisted it would be quick. Not the wisest choice I know, but I was pretty good at explaining away red flags. So at this point, Simon still mostly had a dopey stoner art guy kind of vibe. As far as I was concerned, he really didn't seem like a threat, just an insecure oddball who sucks at communicating and fibs a bit. Not unlike my ex who was definitely emotionally and verbally abusive. But it never escalated past that. I figured at worst he'd get a handsy and I'd get called approved for not sleeping with him. I didn't have a lot of self worth at the time obviously, so I went with it. The tour started pretty uneventfully other than that the decor in the common areas was obviously chosen by a middle aged Martha Stewart steward enthusiast and not a bunch of guys in a band or their fake band manager. I didn't know if this should make me feel better or worse. On one hand he was clearly lying, but on the other it made me think that it was probably just someone's mom's house and she was out of town. And he didn't want to tell me that he lived at home and that he didn't actually have a paying job. Again, total red flag, but I could rationalize it. At the time, the bedroom doors were all closed, the bathroom was unremarkable. He then showed me the kitchen and I finally saw through the window and that there was nobody in the backyard. There weren't even barbeque supplies around. No burgers thawing on the counter, no cocktail supplies lying around. Nothing. I asked him where everyone was and why he lied about the barbecue. And he told me that his bandmates were still on tour. They were just running behind due to van trouble, but they should be back any minute so we could start the party. I asked him why he wasn't on tour with them if he's in the band. I don't even remember what his answer was to that because it didn't make any sense. At this point I'm out of mental gymnastics to convince myself that this guy isn't just completely full of crap and I'm really freaked out. I started trying to figure out a way to get out of the situation. I hoped that once he was done with the tour, we could go outside, even just for a minute, and I'd just leave. I'd been in some sketchy situations in the past, but luckily nothing so bad that they tried very hard to physically stop me when I walked away in a semi public place. I just wasn't comfortable doing it inside the house. I knew this guy was so full of crap, but I had no idea how much worse it would actually get. I instinctively pretended to believe his bullcrap. He offered me a beer. I said no thanks because I had work in the morning. He said okay and cracked one for himself. Then he wanted to take the tour downstairs. I could see from the top of the stairs that the basement was the dark and creepy kind with really small windows. So I refused. I asked if we could go back outside. He said after the tour. I tried to argue about going into the basement. I told him that I have a spider phobia, that I don't like basements, etc. All lies, but anything that wouldn't let him realize that he was what I was afraid of. He started to get agitated about my reluctance, so I figured it would be better to just let him show me the damn basement and then hopefully we could go outside because I really didn't know what else to do. The basement was fairly unremarkable. Couch, tv, elliptical. Until I noticed something that gave Me chills. The house was probably built in the 1990s or late 80s at the absolute earliest, but I saw a door that looked just like the heavy foam line door to the cold storage room in my grandma's house. The kind that only opens from the outside. It was just a smaller version of the big metal door as a commercial walk in fridge bridges. It looked really out of place in this house. I would absolutely not go anywhere near that door. He opened it and he told me it was their soundproof music studio. I looked inside from a few meters away. It did indeed look soundproof and it was about the size of a bedroom and I could see a few guitars and amps in it, mattress toppers on the walls. There was no drum kit or recording equipment that I could see. He insisted that I go inside to get a better look. He was standing outside the door and motioning for me to go inside. Holy crap. The alarm bells are really going off now. At this point I realized that I could totally die here if I'm not careful and I turned around to run up the stairs. He closed the door and followed me, asking what's wrong? Acting like I'm being all unreasonable for not wanting to see a soundproof proof music studio. So I'm now realizing that this is a way sketchier situation than any of my ex's bullcrap and I'm totally freaked out. At that point. My main objective was just getting out of the house. The front and back doors were both closed and locked, so if I tried to run, he'd be able to get me before I could get the locks open. The bathroom did not have a window, the house had a convoluted floor plan that I wasn't familiar with, and he was much bigger than I am. He was the tall, lanky type who could run fast even if they're out of shape and smoke a pack a day. I pretended that I was okay with hanging out with him in the hopes that he'd chill out a bit. We made small talk for a few minutes. He cracked another beer and thankfully he calmed down. I desperately mentioned yet again that it was beautiful outside and suggested we go and sit in the yard while we wait. He said no and he started to get agitated that I wanted to leave already. I told him that I could stay, but I'd just really like to smoke a cigarette. He told me that we could smoke cigarettes inside and pointed to a cereal bowl full of cigarette butts. Damn it. We sat down on the table and lit some cigarettes. As he was smoking he had started rolling a joint, which he promptly lit. As soon as the cigarette was done, he offered me some and I said, no thanks, he insisted, so I took the smallest puff I could. I'm a pretty seasoned weed smoker, but I pretended to cough excessively and told him I'm a novice, so that's more than enough for me. For a liar himself, he thankfully wasn't very good at picking up on the lies of others. After we smoked, he asked if I'd like to watch a movie until his bandmates get back. I told him that I was really looking forward to spending the day outside and suggested that we go for a walk or visit the park. Ideas that he did not like or appreciate. At this point, I was trying to keep as much distance as possible between us, but he stayed close enough to me that I could smell the beer on his breath. He grabbed me by the waist and I backed away and asked about the barbecue food to try and change the subject and make him think that I still believed what he was telling me. He started to get angry again and sternly reiterated that his bandmate should be home any minute and my anxiety was absolutely through the roof. I tried to calm down again with generic small talk. Now. I don't know how I got so lucky, but the next thing that happened might have saved me. Simon went to the fridge to get another beer and pulled out an empty box. At this point, he's getting even more pissed off than before, so I went out on a limb and suggested we go get some more beer for the party because I was all out of ideas at this point. I was terrified that it would enrage him even more to suggest once again that we leave the house. But I had to try. Thankfully, though, his eyes lit up with the possibility that I could actually be down to drink with him, and he agreed. As we were walking to the liquor store, I still didn't really have a plan because I was no longer comfortable just walking away from this freaking menace in this weirdly desolate suburb. But I was extremely relieved to be out of that house. I walked with him to the liquor store, and when we got there, I told him that I didn't need to go inside if he was just gonna go grab some beer. He insisted that I go inside. At that point, I was so stressed and frazzled that I just went with him and hoped that a good opportunity to leave would arise. When we got inside the liquor store, he had asked what kind of beer I wanted. I reminded him that I had to work tomorrow and didn't want to drink much. He demanded to know what kind of beer I wanted, so I just named the first one that came to my mind. We went to pay. The cashier was kind of a jerk, so I didn't ask for help. I probably should have, but I panicked and didn't. I hoped that there might be somebody in the parking lot who might help me if I made a scene, but there was nobody. I really regretted not asking the liquor store guy for help, but I also remember the times that my ex told people I was crazy so they wouldn't take me seriously. Liquor store guy definitely seemed like he would have fell for that, so probably for the best. I didn't expect him to help me. I had one last idea before I took my chances of just trying to run and scream. There was a drugstore across from the liquor store. I told Simon that I had to go buy a toothbrush or something that vaguely implied that I might stay over. He eagerly agreed to this but tried to follow me in the store. I told him that you're not allowed to bring beer into the drugstore. I don't even know if that's even true. I really doubt it's any kind of law, but luckily the strong douchebag believed it and agreed to wait outside. Now my naive self thought that maybe I could just wander around in this drugstore for long enough and he would either get the hint or get sketched out or just be bored and leave. But no. I must have wandered around the store for at least half an hour and this guy is still just standing there staring in the window. This creep didn't even have his phone out. Every time I checked if he was still there, he was just staring through the window looking for me. I didn't feel like I had anybody I could call in the city to come help me. The cops here don't usually take things like this very seriously, and the store workers looked like they were mostly just high school students and I didn't want to drag them into this, so I didn't really feel like I had a lot of options after being in there for so long. I was surprised that he didn't come in to see what was taking me so long. I thought maybe I could lose him in the aisles and sneak out of the store if he did come in, but nope. I ended up hovering around the tills and waited until a big group of friendly looking people were paying. I followed them out of the store and immediately told Simon to leave me alone and go home. I said it firmly and loudly enough to imply that I would make a scene if need be. Simon looked at the people getting in the car, who were now pausing and looking at us because I had nearly yelled at him, and then he just turned around and left. It was bizarrely anticlimactic, which I was very thankful for. I ran to the train station, which was thankfully in a different direction than his house from the store, and I never heard from him again. When I got home, his app profile had either blocked me or had been deleted years later after I had stopped compartmentalizing the whole thing. I wish I would have reported him or something. It bothers me to wonder if he had tried it again with someone else but made sure the fridge was stocked first. But at the time I didn't think anybody would take me seriously. I was really embarrassed of my choices and I just wanted to move on from the whole thing. Plus, all I really had was likely a fake first name as well as a general idea of where the house was, which probably wasn't even his. I'll probably never know any more than I do now, and maybe that's for the best. To anyone listening to this, just please don't be afraid to meet new people or go out on dates. Be cautious, be curious, but you don't need to be fearful. This situation was not normal at all. To preface this, I'm currently 19 going on 20 due to a vindictive teacher. She manipulated the grade so I'd have to repeat the third grade because I called another student abrap for crying about wanting her mom. The context behind is irrelevant, but the rundown is this girl thought because her mom was a teacher she could cry her way into her mom's class. Her mom was a high school teacher and would almost always cry and cry until she was allowed to go. And her poor mom would be distraught having to leave her class to go pick up her daughter because she wanted attention. I ended up snapping and telling the girl she's in the third grade and way too old to be crying for her mom and also disrupting all the other students leaving. Probably harsh, but you could tell this girl was spoiled onto the actual person in question. In August of 2023, I was in my junior year. I went to a trade school for graphic design. A sophomore named James had taken notice that I wouldn't be dropped off at our home school like he was. He offered to drive me home. I didn't know this kid well. I spoke to him a few times, but other than that I wasn't buddy buddy with him I told him that my mom prefers to meet people before just letting me ride in a random person's car, especially a guy with me being 18 at the time. I told him that if he got into a wreck, I would be responsible, as I'm the adult in the car. After that, he didn't really bother me with anything. We still talked, and I could tell that he wasn't neurotypical. It wasn't until my junior year that things got creepy. We exchanged numbers because I would sometimes help him with homework that he didn't fully understand and would give recommendations of horror channels on YouTube, such as Reddit stories, creepypasta readings, or channels that cover disturbing videos like Hannah the Horrible, Nick Crowley, and Nexpo. Within a month, he found my home address. I never told him where I lived, and he got dropped off way earlier than me. The way the homeschool worked was that all the students on the west side of where I lived would go to one senor middle school and high school, while students from the east side would go to another high school. I never told this kid where I lived, let alone a rough area. I had started documenting everything at this point, no matter how big or small. The following months, I would fall asleep on the bus. He would tap my headphones, snap them on my ears, kick my legs, shake me, or call my phone just so I would talk to him. In April, he had asked me to go to prom with him and I tried to tell him multiple times that I wasn't interested and he tried to manipulate me, to which I just lied to him and told him that I had a family event that day. After that, I had said something to the principal of him harassing and shaming people to go to prom with them, and he gave me the most insincere apology ever. He worded it like he was forced to apologize. I got a phone call the next day from him asking if my sister drove a red car and worked at a coffee house. I quickly told him no and then blocked his number. I went to the administration. Coupled with the fact that this kid would call to ask if I went to the Dollar General, went to work, or if I was at home. He told me that he had thoughts about killing his mom's boyfriend, how he wants to smash his teeth in smacking his phone against the window, and try to manipulate me into calling while he was having a panic attack, and also ranted about how my math teacher needed to be gutted because she was overweight and and that fat women are ugly and horrible vessels for producing babies. I'd like to also add that she's not overweight from a poor diet. She has a medical condition that caused a buildup of estrogen. The worst was when he lashed out in anger about him losing his AirPod case and aggressively stomping on his AirPods and literally foaming at the mouth. I went to the principal and liaison after this only to be unable to talk and they yelled at me for an hour about how I was being mean to a kid on the spectrum and that my information, my mother's information, and my sister's information is public information. I started having a panic attack and called my mom. At this point, I was literally vomiting in the trash can of the conference room. My mother was pissed. My mother told me to call the sheriff's office after I get home. The sheriff actually went to this kid's house and told him to knock this crap off. I had every right to file stalking and harassment charges. So far I haven't seen him and I still have his number blocked to this day. Hopefully I don't see this little bastard anymore at all. To James, if you see this post by some chance, stay the hell away from me and my sister. I hope your future general finds out about this crap. Yeah, that's right. This guy wants to be in the army. Should I see him again, I won't hesitate to press charges against him. I don't care if it ruins his life forever. He's a danger to those around him and potentially himself. I'm a teenage girl and I had just come back from Oregon to California after having to go down there for a family emergency. Since it had just been the holidays, there weren't many hotels with open spots last minute, so my dad and I ended up staying at a motel. The motel was in a not so great area, but we were just gonna have to deal with it. After we checked in, my dad had parked the car in front of our hotel door so we could unload and avoid the risk of a robbery. I went back outside to grab one more thing from the trunk and I had noticed an older guy walking toward me. My dad came out to help and when the guy saw him, he backed up, passed behind us, and started going up the stairs to his hotel. When we reached his balcony, he had began locking his door and I realized that we had parked behind him. I went back inside and told my dad that the guy was trying to get to his car and we were parked in front of him. My dad went outside and parked the car not too far away away I thought this was what the guy had wanted to talk to me about earlier, but it seemed like he got nervous and just walked away. He locked his car, which kind of felt like a hint that he was trying to leave. However, after my dad parked the car and came back inside, I noticed the guy was still on his balcony. Not coming down to leave, my dad went to the lobby to get some hot water, but he came back quickly. When he then realized that the guy was still up there, he didn't want to leave me in the room by myself. We forgot about the guy for a while, but about 30 minutes later, I started the shower and I realized that I had left my flip flops in the car. I had asked my dad to watch me from the door as I went to go get them. I'm always paranoid about my surroundings, so it wasn't unusual for me to ask my dad to keep an eye on me. As I walked to the car, I noticed the guy had come outside and was watching me from the balcony. I looked away, but I could feel his eyes on me. I quickly grabbed my shoes and saw that my pepper spray was on the car door. I grabbed that too and then carried it with me just in case. I wanted the guy to see that I wasn't going to be an easy target if he was planning something. My dad wasn't in view because he was still inside the room, so the guy couldn't see him. But for some reason, my dad had decided to step outside and when the guy saw him, he immediately turned around and started acting like he was just knocking on his door. I found this really strange and I was just glad to make it back inside safely. A few hours later, I was lying in my bed and my dad was sleeping. I heard strange noises coming from behind the door. I was frightened, but I thought it was probably just other guests walking by. At some point, I fell asleep. The next morning, my dad and I walked to the lobby for breakfast and I remembered the guy from the night before. I looked at where his car had been parked and thankfully it was gone. I enjoyed my breakfast and then headed back home. I'm not really sure what to think about my story. I'm not sure if I'm just being paranoid or not, but my friends told me that they think the guy was being weird and meant that I should share my story to see other people's opinions about what was going on. I don't know if he was planning something or not. What do you guys think? My name is Claire and this happened to me two months ago. I live in the UK and I say this because of my wording. My sister and her husband went on holiday to celebrate their 10 year anniversary for a week. So as usual I was asked to stay at their house the whole time to take care of their cat Tiffany, which I loved and I enjoyed being on my own even though I still lived with my parents, which I also love and am grateful for. But sometimes you just need that personal time. Anyway, this day was Sunday to Saturday and the first few nights were fine, but Thursday night was a total 180. Now the second I walk through the door I lock and deadbolt it and the garden doors are always locked and the windows are only open an inch for about an hour. I had just finished my dinner and fed Tiffany when there was a knock at the front door. Now my sister never even got anything delivered when I was staying there so no one was due to come. I was in the hall when the door knocked again and this time I looked through the peephole to see nothing. Now like most of you I also listen and watch horror stories, so at this point my mind was racing and I was getting a bit worried, but it was still light out so I assumed it was just a salesperson, which is a popular thing in this neighborhood. And then I just went about my evening. Fast forward to a couple of hours later when it was about 9pm When I decided to head upstairs to watch the television with Tiffany. But just as I had closed the living room door I heard what sounded like my sister's wheelie bins falling hard in the garden path which is where they were kept, and taken out through the wooden garden door which led to the driveway. Call me paranoid but I would rather wait until the morning to go check it out. So I brushed it off and headed to the kitchen to grab a drink and grab some snacks to take up with me along with treats for Tiffany when suddenly I heard something else. Now for context, my sister's garden doors are full length and covered with blinds which were turned to the slightest crack so I could see out but no one can see in and I only had the opposite neighbor's sensor light as my guide. My eyes are fixed on the back doors and what I saw made my blood run cold. The handle was moving up and down, first slowly and then started to speed up. When that failed the banging started and this made me react. Now my brother in law is a sports fanatic and he has equipment everywhere. I yanked the door open that was under the stairs by the kitchen door and found a Golf club, which I held tightly. I then called the police just when the knocking then came to the kitchen window right above the sink. But the handle on the doors was still going, which meant that there was more than one person outside. As soon as the police answered, I told them everything. At this point, the door handle stopped moving, but I heard the wheelie bins again, only this time it was like someone was jumping on them. I told the police the address and the station is legit. Three minutes away. And just when I thought things couldn't get any worse, I had heard a thud coming from above me. And when I looked up, my screams rang out. A figure in all black was on the skylight window, which had no blinds on it. I didn't see their face, just them trying to open the window. And I had begged the police to hurry. I backed away towards the kitchen door when I heard sirens getting closer. And I watched as the figure ran over the roof. And all I heard was thuds and drops and then nothing but sirens. A few seconds later, the sirens were loud and the light shined through the darkened house. My body was on the verge of collapse, but I was able to explain everything when they showed up. When they did a sweep, they had found both of my sister's wheelie bins on top of one another, clearly placed to create a platform high enough so they could climb onto the shed and onto the roof. And because I can only assume that there was two of them, this provided enough of a boost to get onto the roof in hopes of the skylight being left unlocked. This is what we all concluded anyway. The commotion of the police brought out the neighbors and I had called my parents who came to be with me. None of the neighbors saw or heard anything and the police just put it down to crime of an opportunity as the house had no lights on. I like cozy settings, so no light or limit light. I prefer even in my own house when I'm on my own. I was shaking and my mom actually stayed with me that night and the next. I told my sister and brother in law the next morning and my dad stayed the last night. It hasn't put me off staying there, but I'm just glad all the doors and windows were locked. But that Sunday the police had called me to say that they had caught the two men who were linked to a few home invasions. So yeah, I'm just really grateful they didn't break in.