I had recently posted my story via Reddit and would like to share my less than pleasant encounters with a wider audience. I also apologise for the length of my story as this happened over the course of a school year of 2013/2014, therefore some of the details I am remembering as I write them.
So let’s begin shall we?
I am now a 20 year old female living in the UK but I won’t tell you were specifically. This story takes place during my third year of high school when I was only 14 years old. Please note that at that stage in my life I was a quite and reserved individual, not one to make a scene. I am drastically different now as a result of the many events that occurred in my life, this story being one of them. I don’t take crap from anyone now!
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Okay so this is something that happened to me when I was 10. Im 14 now and It was 2014 and I lived in a medium house 3 bedroom and 2 bath, at the time with a 14 year old brother and a 17 year old sister, and of course my parents. Okay so just that for some info, now it was July 24th when my dad was going to visit his mom and his grandma being my grandma great grandma and she was a bout 92 at the time of this story. He had received a call saying my grandma was staying and so he wanted to visit her as we live up Chaska MN and she lived in chicago, he decided to go see her but was guilted by my mother when it was literally with my birthday coming up and he would not be back until the day after my BD he asked if I wanted to come with instead. Immediately I jumped saying yes as I loved to travel being a perky 9 year old, so by about Seven O Clock AM the next morning we were on the road and heading for chicago. Now not to bore you with the details about the trip we made there after about six hours and we went and spent about 5 hours or so with my Grandmas and I was smothered oh my god being the one child with him I left with about 60$ in my pocket and with about 15 cupcakes in my stomach. So after spending a good chunk of time as I wanted to be back in time for my birthday celebration we left at about 4 O Clock in the afternoon. So we made back on the road and I had already Fallen asleep from hours of playing with my Grandmas dogs, and it had been about 6 hours when I woke up again. When I woke up I had the urge to pee and my dad did to so we ended up trying to look for a place but could not find any signs for a rest stop anywhere as we were on a road practically in the middle of nowhere as the next city was still 9 miles away. So my dad made the decision to just pull over at a couple of buildings side to side on opposite side of the road and he pulled into a small lot next some apartment looking style building and the other building on the other side was a closed and
run down building that looked that to have been there for decades. When we pulled in and my dad parked the car we jumped out and went on separate sides to do our business, my dad ended up finishing first as I had to go number 2. For absolutely no reason I decided to look over to the other building and I saw a man about late 40s balding and tall and had greying mutton chops. He was peeking behind the back of the structure, at first I was confused as I was Wondering who that was. My dad at first did not see him because he was looking at a map in the car trying to navigate. Then out of nowhere the man just comes out and starts running at me and I run back to the Car my did being an idiot locked the car and I was pounding on the window at first my dad was angry at me when unlocked the car. But then the man came running up to the car with a bat and he got it right away what I was scared of and he through the car into drive and floored it out of there at first the man tried to give chase but once we left the lot my dad burned rubber and left the man in the dust. I was in tears screaming and my heart was about to pound out of my chest, about 10 minutes later my dad pulled over to calm down as he was going close to 100 MpH before, he called the police and reported him and at the same time trying to calm me down. We ended being able to go home with nothing else eventful happen, now the story does not end there as about 3 days later a missing person was reported and it was on the news which I was watching with brother and a young 19 year old girl went missing on the same highway we were on. I have no doubt in my mind it was that old asshole and it still scares me to this day what would have happened to me had I gotten to the car any later, I do not know what he would have done to me but if he had a bat I know it could not have been good and I do not dream of imagining what would have done.
I am a 45-year-old male who lives in a small rural community in Wyoming. I believe there are only about 6,000 people that live in my community. You would never imagine in a town as small as this one that anybody would have to worry about having a stalker, or at least I didn’t think so. That was until much to my horror I discovered I had one!
Let me preface this by saying until I became a published author back in 2013, I was just another friendly face in the crowd so to speak. Granted I am well known in my community because I work at the local hospital and have for many years. At the time I was working as the training coordinator for the front office staff for our medical clinic as well as the hospital.
Getting my first book published generated a great deal of press in my hometown and statewide. The fact I quickly rose to a 5-star rating on Amazon only generated more press and interviews; therefore, more attention. Then when my second book came out in 2015 all of the sudden I was like the local celebrity. Being somewhat humble I was appreciative that the publicity helped me sell a lot of books, but I was uncomfortable all the attention. Local folks would come to the hospital just to have me sign their books!
This is where my stalker story began. On this particular day, I am up in our medical office building where I was training a new hire when a rather large biker dude with long stringy blond hair and covered in tattoos approached the front counter where I was standing. I smiled and greeted him with a warm hello and how can I help you. I was under the impression he was there to check in for an appointment. He smiled and admitted he did not have an appointment that day but was wondering if I would autograph the copies of my books he had with him. Not wanting to be rude I said I would be more than happy to and had him follow me down to the end of the counter so that we would not be in anybody’s way.
To be honest I was a bit surprised he bought them considering they were gay-themed supernatural thrillers. I guess he just did not strike me as the type of guy that would read anything that was gay-themed. Regardless, I thanked him for purchasing the books and signed them for him. He thanked me and left, and I didn’t give it any more thought. Until a few weeks later he showed up at the hospital where I was again at the front desk doing some training and asked me to sign two more books he said he had purchased for a friend. I again thanked him and signed the books.
Fast forward a few months and I am filling in as the receptionist for one of our other clinics in a small town about 30 miles away from my hometown. The receptionist scheduled to work had called in sick that day and so I agreed to fill in for her. It was shortly after lunch when guess who walks in with both my books in hand. None other than Mr. Biker. Being at work I remained polite and again signed his book and he was on his way. Feeling truly creeped out and concerned I spoke with the nurse on duty as well as the provider and expressed my concerns. They dismissed it as nothing other than an obvious fan who must have a little crush and nothing more. I figured they were probably right and went about my day.
The weeks went by I began to notice this large guy hanging out in front of my house and in the back alley behind it. He always wore a hoodie and so I could not see who it was. I pointed this out to my husband who reminded me that with the house up for sale he was probably just someone who was either interested in buying it or a lookie loo. Then one day my mother who lives right across the alley from me called me while I was out of town on a book tour to tell me some strange guy in a hoodie was casing my house and peering in the windows. I told her it was probably a potential buyer and not to worry about it.
Fast forward a few months. I am back at the medical office building in our Urgent Care training another new hire when I get a call from one of the girls in central scheduling. She tells me she has a guy on the line who keeps calling asking for me but refuses to identify himself or why he needs to speak to me. Thinking it was a patient that had an issue of a more sensitive nature I told her to go ahead and patch him through. Introducing myself I asked how I could help him. I quickly discovered he was not needing an appointment nor did he have any medical concerns. He began telling me he was naked and jerking off. He wanted me to know he was thinking of me and he began to tell me all the sick and twisted things he was going to do me if he ever got me alone! I was thinking “What the fuck is wrong with this guy?” I was flipping the fuck out at this point but somehow still managed to keep my voice calm and informed the pervert to never to call me again otherwise I would notify the police.
Unbeknownst to me the Clinic manager was standing behind me and asked me what was going on. I explained the phone call and what the creep said. The manager was concerned felt we needed to notify the police immediately. I met with a few officers and explained what had happened. They asked me if I might know this person and at the time I had no clue who it was.
The next morning I received a call from a local detective who asked me if I would stop by his office before I went to work. He said he had more information on the guy who called me the day before. I agreed to meet him and called the clinic manager to let him know what was going on and I that I would be in as soon as I was done talking with the detective.
Upon reaching his office I was invited in and the detective got up from his desk and shut the door. He informed they did a search of the number the guy called in from and came up with some rather disturbing information. He went on to explain that after learning who the guy was the detective had done some digging, including interviewing some folks this guy associates with. What the detective told me next made all the hair on my body stand on end and sent my heart crashing to the floor.
I was informed this guy has been watching or stalking me rather for over six months! Not only that but he believes the guy has been in my house! I was shaking with fear and was finding it hard to breathe. I began to pace the floor of his rather small office. I explained I don’t even have a clue who this guy is or what he looks like. That is when the detective turned his computer monitor around and showed who it was. It was Biker Dude!!! My blood ran cold and I felt like I was going to pass out.
When I could collect myself I began to explain how he has been in my yard, the front, and the back. He has been sitting in front of my house on the street. I also told him I have seen him walking up and down the alley between my mother’s house and mine. The detective informed this guy was a well-known gang and drug dealer from California and has been living in my hometown dealing drugs here for a year now. He told me I needed to make sure all my doors and windows are locked at all times, and always have somebody walk me to my vehicle and never go anywhere alone. He said this guy has been accused of threatening to kill a witness in previous drug offenses and that is why he was still on the street so to speak.
Then much to my surprise and horror the detective asked me if I would be willing to befriend this guy and help the cops set a drug sting operation. I was mortified and angry to say the least. I told him I needed time to absorb all this and get back to him. My manager and the CEO of the hospital met with me when I got to work that day and I told them everything. An organization-wide e-mail went out with the guy’s picture along with an alert asking that the COE, Clinic manager, and I be notified if the creep was spotted in any of the facilities. We are a small hospital so to speak so we have no security.
Two weeks went by and things seemed to calm down. My husband and I had gone out for the evening and reminded our roommate that if he left the house to be sure all the doors were locked. We had already made him aware of the situation. He had seen the guy sitting in front of the house on several occasion but just shrugged it off. I need to get out for a bit because I felt like a trapped rat. It was a great night and for a while, I was able to forget about it all.
Upon returning to the house much to my relief the front door was still locked. I walked through the house to the back door and it too was locked. Our roommate was sound asleep in his room. I breathed a sigh of relief and made my way to the bedroom. As I walked into the room I noticed my husband was reading something and he was a white as a sheet! I asked him what was wrong and he handed me the sheet of paper saying this was under your pillow. Then he got up and then began looking in the closets and under the bed. He then went through the entire house while I read on in horror! The letter said,
Nice house! I love the smell of your pillow! I hope you don’t mind but I borrowed a few of your sexy things. I will return them when I have added my own scent to them. Don’t bother contacting the police. I know when your mother is home alone. I know your roommate’s schedule as well as your husbands. By the way, your roommate is a very sound sleeper! I will be seeing you soon!
I called the police but they said there was nothing they could since he was no longer in the house and I could not prove it was him because he never signed the note! I was shitting bricks because I still could not figure out how he had gotten in!
Another few weeks go by and I begin to realize I am seeing him everywhere. At the grocery store, the pharmacy, I mean everywhere I went he was always there lurking in the distance. It had gotten to the point I was now on medications to help me sleep, and antidepressants because I felt like I was losing my mind! I couldn’t function because the cops kept saying they could do nothing about it unless he harmed me or was caught in my home. Sitting in front of it for hours on end or in the alley is not illegal!
This went on for over a year. Where I work a professional job I maintained my bubbly outward appearance in public but hid like a timid little mouse behind locked doors at night; too afraid to leave my house. One night about six months ago my husband and I awoke to lights flashing and people hollering outside. It sounded like they were right outside on the front lawn. Peeking through the drapes I discovered they were right outside! They had some guy on the ground ordering him not to move! The fire department was there putting out a large 15-gallon gas can that had been lit on fire and placed on my front step.
We through on our robes and rushed outside where we have met my several police officers. They had the Biker guy on the ground in cuffs. One of the officers informed me the neighbors across the street called reporting a suspicious character lurking in my front yard was carrying what appeared to be a rather large gas can. The officer also pointed out that all the tires on my car had been slashed. He went on to explain that Bike dude had placed the gas can on my front step and lit it on fire.
My heart was pounding so hard in my chest I thought I was going to literality die of a massive coronary right there. I lost it and broke down sobbing. My husband, on the other hand, blew up! He was beyond angry! I was too but I was too overwhelmed with the fact had our neighbors not been up and called the police we could have been killed!
Bike dude is now behind bars but was only sentenced to two years on a plea deal. The scariest thing about that is the police nor the state is required to notify me in the event this creep is released! So Mr. Biker dude I pray and pray hard we never ever meet again!
I’m 14 years old and I used to have a friend named LaShawna I meant her on the school bus She seem like a nice person so I was Her friend she was a really nice girl but so many scary things been happening lately people were missing when it was summer camp for me and laShawna The most strange and scary thing happened to me we were at the summer camp Fire Intel the FBI came in a helicopter and shout Lashawna is under arrest I asked her Why were they here for her he replied that she killed someone I Just froze up after hearing that she stayed up and pointed at the helicopter yelling you’ll never take me alive she ran to never be seen again but sometimes at night I see her Orange Eyes staring back at me
This incident makes me wonder how much better society would be without teenagers. When I was 23 I had just graduated college and was single at the time. So mostly I just spent my time at home watching tv or just relaxing. On this very particular New Year’s Eve I decided to go to 7-11 to purchase some soda and snacks for the upcoming New Years special on tv. So I got what I needed and went to the counter to pay for my items when a group of Hispanic teenagers come inside and start looking around the store suspiciously. I thought nothing of it and walked to my car in no rush when I saw them pointing and laughing at me. I heard words like “ho” and “nerd ass” from those guys targeted at me and I sped up the pace to my car and got inside. I drove away quickly and thought that I was safe and it was just some weird incident. So I went home peacefully and watched the New Years special and at about 2:00 in the morning on New Years I decided to call it a night.
I woke up about 2 hours later to noises in my front yard and lighters being turned on. Being the idiot I was I was too lazy to go check what the commotion was so I just, so I thought “locked the door” and went back to bed. The next morning when I woke up I was curious what was happening all that night so I checked my security footage from the front yard and my heart sank. It was those guys from the gas station smoking pot or whatever it was in MY YARD. But the thing that made my heart skip a beat was about 60 times worse. I realized that when I thought I locked the door I actually unlocked it and in my drunken stage that night I must have been out of my senses. So I saw from the footage those guys entering my house and checking the place out looking room by room. And then came my room. I saw them enter and god knows what they were doing in there because I don’t have cameras in my room, only in the hallways and outside. Then finally after a very hard 5 minutes of viewing this sick footage it showed them finally leaving and going elsewhere. Now I don’t know how they knew where I lived. Maybe they could have followed me home from 7-11 that night without me knowing? I don’t know. Maybe it was a coincidence it was my house they were trying to rob and they didn’t know I was the guy from 7-11? At that point I didn’t care and had enough. I checked the whole house but surprisingly nothing was missing. I settled on not calling the cops because it was probably just some teenagers trying to prank someone. A very dangerous, sick prank. Anyways a couple months later they were in the news because they were caught trying to rob an old lady at gun point. So guys the lesson of this story: please don’t forget to lock your doors all the time and if anything suspicious happens just call the cops. It could end up saving somebody a lot.
I just recently moved to Arizona. Being someone who is a Christian, I’ve never once believed in something that couldn’t be caught using modern technology. Saying that it’s 2018 and I believe that if we wanted to find something- we would find it.
I was told never to repeat the word Skinwalker out loud. According to lore, Skinwalkers can hear them being called up to 200 miles away. Sounds ridiculous. But hear me out.
It was the Eve of Christmas Eve, 2018.
My friends and I live in Payson Arizona and we went out north of town about 5-6 miles onto a trail out into an area secluded from the rest of the town. It was quite cold that night. I was layered up pretty well. We were all set on building a bonfire and having a few drinks.
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When I was little I always wanted to hang out with my big brother and his friends. Back when I was about twelve years old me and my brother wanted to play hide and seek in the house. My brother said “how about you be the seeker first” back then I would do anything to make my brother hang out with me so I said “sure” my brother said “okay count to fifty and don’t peek” I used to cheat and hide and seek and peek but I didn’t do it this time. I started counting to fifty. When I was done I went straight to the basement cause by brother always hides down there, and I was right. I said “found you know you count to fifty” then I ran up the stairs and went to find a hiding spot. I went outside to hide because I was gonna hide behind a big bush we had in the backyard. But I saw my brother outside. I said “Bill I just saw you downstairs” he said “what are you talking about I have been hiding here the whole time” I started crying because I knew he couldn’t be lying. There is only one way to get to the backyard and he couldn’t of gone up the stairs and passed me. Later that day I was brave enough to go down stairs and look and see if anyone was down there, but no one was. Who was that boy downstairs in my basement? Why was he in my house? And why did he look exactly like my big brother
First off, you must know how much of a paranoid person i am. I’m a teenage girl who was quiet, got scared easily and never felt safe when i’m alone. I’m especially a small girl so i look weak and vulnerable… A perfect target at times. This was exactly the case.
My friend and i, let’s call her Maddie, was over at my house one day for a sleepover. I always preferred my friends coming in the morning then sleeping over then leave in the late morning, it was just more fun that way and you could do a lot of things during he day to get yourself drained for the night. Anyways, it got to the point that Maddie and i had nothing else to do and were just browsing through our phones. Maddie got whiny saying she wanted to move around and that she was going crazy just sitting in one spot for a long period of time, so i suggested we went for a walk. I lived on the way up a mountain so we had trees and bushes around us, not really a forest but i guess you could say a really dry baby forest.
She got all excited since she knew how nice it felt up here in summer evenings when the sun starts to go down and the air starts to get cool. We put our shoes on, told my mum we were going for a walk and that we’d be back soon then headed out the door. My house sat on a dead end and our neighbor hood was quiet so we were walking to the other dead end down the road. It’s hard to explain the route, just think of you facing a T road and my house is down on the left side while we’re walking towards the right side, except the right road was way longer and it would take us about half an hour to get to the dead end.
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Im sorry, i actually suck at writing experiences.
To start things off, the year was 2006 in July I believe, and I was only 6 years old. I lived in a trailer park in a small town in northern Illinois when this story took place.
One of my friends, Ruby invited me to have dinner with her family for the evening, and my mother said yes, but that my sister, Violet had to take me there, and she had to bring me back home when I was done eating. I was fine with those conditions so I agreed.
Violet walked me over to Ruby’s trailer and said she would be back to get me in 2 or so hours.
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This happened when I was 12. It was late December almost Christmas and my parents and my aunt were on a vacation to Hawaii.
My cousins Elijah, castiel, and Blake were at my house. They were seven, eight, and three. And my brothers Sam and Dean, they were 8 and 12 everyone was with me and we were having a big sleep over.
And just so you know me and Dean are twins. It was around 12 that night and everyone was asleep except me, Elijah, and Dean.
We were watching the Night Shift on Netflix when Dean said he need to go use the bathroom.
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