Category: True Creepy People Stories

Gas Station Stalker

One day me, my dad, my dads girlfriend and her two boys went to the coast of oregon to spend time with my grandparents for christmas vacation. The trip was complete disaster so we left early. We stopped at a gas station to some snacks for the ride.

The place had extra hot cheetos and pizza pockets so I went for my cheetos first and then I went to the cashier to my pizza pocket. “two pizza pock…” the man at the register was pale, sweating, his mouth was slightly open and he started to panic from the looks of it. He got my pizza pockets for me and I payed for my snacks. “Thank you”, I said and I got the heck out of there.


Summer Psycho at the Improv

This event happened to me last summer so I may be a little fuzzy on the details; however, I remember enough. This event occurred during either the third or fourth day of a week long field trip that the oldest age group of my camp, and our sister camp attends. Our camps are in Massachusetts and we were in California for the trip.

Now, enough background information, time for my story. My friends and I were at a theater awaiting to watch some form of improv. Side note, I normally hate improv. So anyway, we were waiting inside for our sister camp to show up. Ten minutes into waiting a loud noise lifted everyone’s head off of their recently regained phones, to the entrance doors. About four kids, me being one of them, and two councilors approached the thankfully locked doors. What we saw will be burned into my memory: a tall, slender, almost skeletal, balding, dirty man banging with his fist on the door with obviously all his strength, and he was yelling in a raspy voice “LET ME IN!!”. My friends and I began to back up and tried to hide. I know right, a cluster of sixteen year olds scared of one man. We were scared that the door wouldn’t hold this psychotic, high, homeless, and or insane drug addict for long. Then one of my friends who had just left the bathroom, Jack, heard the man yelling and did the most stupid thing ever! He walked towards the door and extended his hand to the door before, in unison, we shouted “Jack”! Thankfully, Jack walked away from the door; however, the man was still yelling.


Mcdonalds Pervert

I am a 14 year old male and I was 12 when this story took place.

So my parents work with my uncle and aunt at this big race they hold every summer and on sometimes we go. Well this year it was being held behind a K-mart because there was an old field no one used.

So after it starts my cousin, who we’ll call Ben, says we should go find something to do since we were getting bored. Me, my sister and brother, who I’ll call Sarah and Tom, and Ben decide to head towards the town. We goof off in the K- mart store for awhile, kicking balls, making loud noises really just doing what kids do and after we got kicked out we headed for the McDonald’s across from K-mart.


Mcdonald’s Perve

So my parents work with my uncle and aunt at this big race they hold every summer and on sometimes we go. Well this year it was being held behind a K-mate because there was an old field no one used.

So after it starts my cousin, who we’ll call Ben, says we should go find something to do since we were getting bored. So me, my sister and brother, who I’ll call Sarah and Tom, and Ben head towards the town. We goof off in K- mart for awhile, kicking balls, making loud noises really just doing what kids do and after we got kicked out we headed for the McDonald across from k-mart.


7:34

Okay, so to tell this story I have to mention a very important life lesson that helps me all the time, always trust you gut instinct…always. Now on with the story, I was about 16 at the time and my nephews first birthday was coming up so I decided to go to wal-mart to pick up a toy for cheap, yeah auntie of the year right? Well as I was going up and down the toy isle I saw a little girl maybe around 5 years old looking at the barbie toys. Now I wanted the hot wheels and I wasn’t going to find them on the barbie isle, so I went to turn and walk away. But that is when I saw the little girl wasn’t alone anymore.

A man had appeared from the other end of the isle, I stepped back then forward. This man was not her father but the way he was lingering by her made me very uncomfortable. The little girl didn’t look up from the toys and I didn’t see anyone near bye to help me in case I had to fight off a possible kidnapper. I pretended to browse the toys meanwhile taking every detail in of the man. dark jean pants, dirty green coat, skinny build he was no more than 5’3, red hat-oh no-. when I went to look at the details of his face I noticed he caught me staring, his eyes were dark. Not the color I mean dark as in evil…it sent a chill down my spine.


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