Attacked on a cruise ship

When I was 18 so in about 2006 my girlfriend and I decided to take a cruise to celebrate becoming adults, the type of cruise we choose to take had tons of alcohol and food and a lot of cute guys!

One night I couldn’t sleep, my friend was passed out cold and I for the life of me just couldn’t drift off to sleep, I decided to go out to the deck and have a cigarette and take a walk to hopefully tire myself out.. I found my headphones, cigarettes and lighter then left the room quickly.

The halls were deserted (which didn’t surprise me as it was 3 am). So I put my head phones in and blasted my favourite band at the time (marianas trench) and walked down the hall toward the upper deck, I felt an eerie feeling and looked back feeling someone watching me, the hair on my neck stood up I turned around quickly but no one was behind me, I kinda laughed at myself and said “okay Mandy get it together “..

I walked up to the deck that was also deserted and so I found a spot on a bench closer to the front of the ship and sat down. I lit a cigarette and starred out at the ocean,

as I smoked my cancer stick for a few minutes focusing on the reflection of the moon on the water and suddenly I felt someone sit beside me, I looked over instinctively and a guy about 40 or so was sitting beside me,

I didn’t want to talk to a stranger so I looked back at the water, the guy sat beside me and suddenly I felt him yank one of my ear buds out. I looked at him annoyed and said “what the hell?”. “You’re pretty” he told me. “Ya um thank you” I replied awkwardly. “Are you here alone?”

He asked moving closer. “N..no” I told him feeling anixous. “With your boyfriend?” He asked. I looked him and my guy told me to lie and I said “yea.. he’s sleeping”.

He gave me a creepy side grin. “Pretty girl like you if you were my girlfriend I’d be making these waves rock ” he joked with a laugh. I looked at him horrified. “My names Mohammed” he told me inching closer again. I didn’t respond instead I put my earbud back in hoping he’d get the hint and then I continued to smoke my cigarette.

A few seconds later he yanked my ear bud out again and his both scared and pissed me off. I stood up quickly.

“Do you like wine?” He asked, “I have wine in my room, you should join me for a glass”.

At this point I was freaked out completely, “no I don’t drink wine and I don’t know you please leave me alone” I told him sternly.

“So angry” he said with a chuckle, “you need someone to clear that up for you”. I started to walk away and head back to my room and I got about 3 steps away when he grabbed my left wrist and stopped me. Before I could say anything he grabbed me and held me in a huge hug and I shit you not I felt the buldge on his pants against my leg. “You smell so good” he said.

I pulled violently away from him while screaming “get the fuck away from me!”: I was able to get far enough away from him that I could run quickly inside, a security guard must’ve heard me scream because as I reached the door to get back inside the ship the guard stopped me, I was crying from fear and he asked me if I was okay.

I managed to choke out what had happened and he told me to stay inside as he rushed outside to deal with John. A few minutes later he came back inside and told me that there was no man on the deck , and that he may have gone back to his room. He had me fill out a report and give a detailed description of my attacker and then he escorted me back to my room.

The next morning I told my friend about what had happened and she made me agree to not go out on the deck alone again and she didn’t have to tell me twice.The rest of the cruise I was on edge but I didn’t see john again, the weird thing is that there was no Mohammed listed on the ship and no man matching that description was ever found either according to the security officer who took my report he and a few coworkers tried to find this man as they didn’t want him harassing any other women..

this scares me because I know how happened and I know how he smelled and how greasy he seemed.. so scary ship guy let’s never meet again!

Creepy Market Owner

So, I was in a cruise with my mom and two sisters and that went through some countries in Europe and one country in Africa, which is where this story takes place.

It was your typical morning, nothing strange has occurred to me yet and the cruise was very enjoyable. This stop was the second to last stop before we went back to Italy, which is where the trip started. We docked in this country named Tunisia and we went to this little town that was very beautiful and there were so many little shops in which the vendors were very eager to sell us some stuff. My mom being a people pleaser ended up buying a couple of things that really weren’t necessary but were a nice little reminder of our trip.

Now, I’m a very shy and socially awkward teen while my mom is fun and outgoing so I never really talked to the vendors, let alone spend time away from my mom. After a while, my mom was taking too long in one store and I really wanted to see what else there was since our time there was almost over.

While I’m alone walking a man comes up to me and says to me something along the lines of a beautiful girl like me shouldn’t be walking alone and that i should see some necklaces he’s selling all while looking at me up and down. Me being socially awkward I don’t put a lot of struggle I’m still constantly declining and telling him that I have to leave soon. But, he won’t budge, he keeps insisting while pulling me in his store.

Now I may have jumped to conclusions a bit but he was pulling on me really hard that I could not escape and while in the store, you’d expect him to stop in front of the merchandise but he kept going and we were getting closer and closer to the back of the store. There was no one inside the store at that time so that’s when i started screaming for my mom. I wanted to scream earlier but I hate creating fusses and drawing attention to myself, but at this point I was really freaked out and wanted to get the fuck out of there. Luckily, my mom heard my screams and came and pulled me away putting me inside the bus we came in.

This event had me really shaken up that I was not speaking at all the whole bus ride. My mom and I have never talked about this and I don’t really feel like bringing it up. While on the bus, I was thinking about it and I felt like I had overreacted but this was the first time anything like this had happened to me. I’d gotten creepy catcalls before from all types of men but this is the first time someone was physically dragging me to what seemed as the back room of the store.

While I was thinking about it on the bus, I look out the window and I see the guy glaring at me with the most evil look on his face, this kept going until the bus left and he was out of sight.

So, that leaves me to wonder if I really was overreacting or something bad could’ve really happened had my mom not found me. That experience still shakes me up to this day and I’m a lot more careful of my surroundings now. I hope something like that doesn’t happen to me again.

My New Creepy Friend

Just for reference I am a sixteen year old girl. I’m 5’2, a little chubby. brown hair, blue eyes. I’m nothing special in any way, shape, or form.

Last November, my parents decided that we’d go on a cruise instead of staying at home with family. They wanted a break and I could understand that and what they meant by it so it wasn’t a big deal to me. The only concern I had about the entire ordeal was that I can’t swim and I was afraid of a repeat of the Titanic.

We went though, going with my dad’s friend and his family too. Now, I hardly knew this man and his kids but they were the only people I knew on the entire boat and it’s a little hard for me to quickly make friends so I stuck with the son who was around my age, we’ll call him John. Also, my dad and John’s dad bought multiple walkie-talkies for all of us to have and contact each other since phones wouldn’t work. This will be important later.

John and I were not similar at all. He was quiet all of the time and I loved to joke around with people I knew so it was quite awkward. This wasn’t a problem for too long though as there were age based clubs all over the ship and we were both put into the club for teens, or about fourteen to seventeen.

On the first day, I awkwardly sat by John and we occasionally talked to another guy who happened to sit beside us at first. This didn’t work for long and soon John moved and was accepted into another group of people and I was on my own.

I wasn’t able to sit by myself of course, being alone is apparently not allowed. Our counselor, his name was Josh, noticed and introduced me into a group of girls and within five minutes three of them became my friends.

A few days later I met a guy who reminded me of another guy back in my home state. Turns out this guy was also from there. Small world, huh? We got along rather well and eventually I was hanging out with him a lot.

One night we were just walking around the ship and went to the top deck and sat on the balcony area up there. We had a clear view of the back of the ship and all of the stars in the sky. At the time it was very beautiful but now looking back, it’s creepy.

We got onto the topic of foreign languages and for some reason he was trying to teach me things in Spanish since I said I knew just a bit. He said something in Spanish, I don’t remember the exact line but I assumed the translation.

“Your eyes shine brighter than all of the stars in the sky tonight.”

He said the English version slowly and it was a bit creepy but I didn’t think nothing of it at the time really. I kinda wish I had.

Let it be known that I had indeed told him I have a boyfriend back home.

Eventually we left and were on our way back to my room when he dragged me the opposite way, towards the casino and what I would learn was a karaoke bar. His family was there and he started introducing me to everyone there. I’m not exactly sure why, he did it in English and in Spanish and I didn’t understand everything that was said but it creeped me out even more and I was tired so I wanted to go home.

At this point, he’s still talking to his mom so I waited for a break in their conversation to tell him I was going back to my room. It eventually came and he all but walked away from his mom to join me on my walk back. He was just too excited.

I told him that I’ll be fine walking back on my own, I know the way,this didn’t matter though and he was insisting on taking me back. I reluctantly let him. It’s a huge boat, he couldn’t do anything right? Too many people all around us.

It was kind of late and people were either smashed, getting smashed, or knocked out in their rooms so we were pretty much alone. This is when things began to go down even more.

Despite the weather being in the 90’s or above, I still wore a jacket. A very large jacket I had gotten from my boyfriend that went down to mid-thigh. It was from a very popular T.V. series and I had gotten many compliments from other passengers. This guy didn’t think so.

He tugged at the end of my jacket, brushing my butt in the process. “I bed you’d look really good without this troublesome jacket. You must be hot right? Why don’t you take it off, show some skin.”

This freaked me out as I had only known the guy for a little while, not even three days.

I told him that no, I wasn’t hot and I was just fine with my jacket on. He practically scoffed at that and told me I should lighten up a bit and just go with it. Now, this guy was a bit taller than me, maybe 5’6 at the most. He definitely had at least one hundred pounds on me and could easily overpower me, which is what I keep thinking about as he commented on how he bet my butt would look good in a tight bathing suit and how my skin must be so soft and flawless.

We were on the hallway my room was on now and I was regretting agreeing to him walking me back. My radio went off and my dad was asking where I was, as he was going back to the room with everyone else. I quickly yanked the walkie-talkie out of my pocket and told him how close I was to our room. I included the fact that a male friend was walking me back to the room and my dd, being him, replied telling me that my male friend better be gone really fast.

I turned to this creepy guy and told him what I knew he had just heard and bolted to my room, almost slamming the door behind me. I would have loved for this to end here and for everything to have stopped so I could enjoy the rest of the cruise but no, it doesn’t work like that.

I got sick soon, I’m not really good with sudden heat change like what had just happened from chilly November to practically July. I was stuck in bed often and one night my parents wanted to go eat dinner at the fancy restaurant on the cruise. I didn’t care but my eight year old brother did not want to go so he stayed with me.

We spent a good bit of our time just watching Scooby Doo reruns until he told me he was hungry. I got out of bed and ordered room service meals for the both of us. At the time I definitely was not hungry but I got food anyway. My brother could have it if I didn’t eat it.

I used the walkie-talkie and updated my dad that we were about to eat. He didn’t reply so I assumed he didn’t hear or was eating himself so I went back to our cartoons.

Maybe five minutes later, there was a knock on our door. I thought it was way too early for our food but I grabbed a few dollars and went to open the door.

 

Lo and behold, it was the creepy dude from earlier in the cruise. He was smiling and holding up a walkie-talkie of his own. He told me everyone else in the age club missed me and wanted to know if I’d come back for the end of the cruise festivities the cruise did.

I never got to reply since my brother came to the door and interrupted our conversation. My blessing of a little brother bombarded him with so many questions and distracted him long enough that I could close the door. He was a little upset about that but I got him to drop it somehow, I think I bribed him with toys.

Eventually our actual food came and I was not hungry at all after that. The rest of the vacation went well, I did miss the festivities due to being really sick after that encounter but I enjoyed the beaches we visited.

I didn’t see this creepy guy until the very end. Everyone was waiting in the serve yourself place of the dining area, waiting to get off of the ship to go home. I had gone to get juice and a piece of toast when i felt someone tugging on my jacket again.

“You’d look really good without this, too bad I never got to see you show off some skin.”

The creepy dude was standing behind me, grinning from ear to ear. I was so shocked that I couldn’t say anything as he walked away, waving. I stumbled back to my table where my parents and brother were. When I sat down, my dad asked if that was one of my friends and all I could say is no.

It never occurred to me that he had that walkie-talkie because he tapped into our frequency, as there were plenty that were used and we used ours often and had one or two people accidentally stumble onto ours. Or maybe I was over thinking it and his family had their own set.

I’d like to say that I told him off, that I felt some sort of well, anything. I felt barely any red flags, ay anxiety about this person and he creeped on me and was so inappropriate that it made my skin crawl. I’m sure I’ve left out quite a few details for this story, it may not even sound creepy to anyone else, but it was super creepy for me. I probably let him get away with so much but I’m NOT a confrontational person. I wish I did tell someone though.

Childhood Pedophile

Before I start this story I need to say some background. I and a fourteen year old heterosexual male, I now live in a small town in Texa, and this story was when I lived in New York.

I don’t remember a lot about this incident, and I was only six when this happend so I can only tell what I know. Anyway this all started when I was on the bus home from school, and I never had any problems until this boy moved to the open space next to me. He looked about nine or ten, and he seemed very weird around me. I thought he was weird be cause he was new.

That thought changed when he moved closer and started saying things like “We would make beautiful children” and “Your coming home with me”. Luckily my stop came and I got off. When I got home I told my mother, but she said he was being stupid. Next morning when I was at the bus stop he was there and came to me saying perverted things again.

Weeks went by and he never got caught for the sick stuff he did. One day he went to far. This day was my second to last week in New York before I moved when he bent my fingers back to the point I cried. This only made him happy as he bent them back farther. At this point I was crying so hard I couldn’t breathe until my brother took notice and punched the kid in the head. After that the boy got expelled and my family and I moved for unrelated reasons.

So pedophilic boy that got punched by my brother. Let’s never meet again.

 

My Childhood Trauma

Before I tell you my story, I must say that English is not my native tongue so excuse me if some of the metaphors I’ll use sounds weird.

I was born in Africa, but grew up in the Middle East, in Syria to be specific. Believe me when I tell you, that country used to be a very colourful and beautiful country. And I love it more than I love my own country, because the only memory I have from my country was the civil war. When I came to Syria, I felt a sense of security and safeness for the first time in my life.

But , everything was not heavenly there. The Syrian people are amazing in the way they make you feel welcome. But in every place, you meet the good, the bad and the worst people, and Syria was no exceptional.

 

This happened to me when I was in the 6 grade, so I was about 11 years old, but even though I was a child, my body looked like a 16 years old girl, but I still had that childish facial, so no one would mistake me for a teenager if they looked at me.

. The schools in Syria requires to wear uniforms. And that day, my uniform was missing some buttons, so I had to go to the local shop to by some. I never had problems with owner of that shop before that day, since I never went there alone before.

The minute I step in, I had that dread feeling, and that feeling increased when I saw how the owner looked at me. He scanned me from head to toe. I told him what I wanted and he went back to get it. When he came back with the buttons, I put the money at the disk and reach out for the buttons. As I was taking the buttons, he grabbed my hand.

He said. ¨ Don’t worry, I just want to see if the buttons suits you’’. Then he took one button and grabbed my shirt, as if he was looking if the colour matched. At that point, I was beyond horrified and the fear paralysed me. I couldn’t talk or do anything. But when he proceeded to touch my breast and making weird sounds, I pushed away his hand and ran out of that place. I ran like the devil was behind me, I didn’t even bother to take the buttons or the money, I just ran. I didn’t even look to see if he was behind me.

I reached home out of breath and still shaking. My mother asked me what’s wrong. But I couldn’t tell her. My child mind didn’t understand what happened, so how would I explain to her? I just told her that some kids jumped me and took the money. She believed me, since it wasn’t the first time.

I blocked that memory for nearly 10 years, for 10 years I hated my body and I didn’t know why, and I intentionally gain weight to look less attractive. The day I remembered what happened, I was watching a documentary about the sexual scandal in the catholic church. That night I dreamed about the incident and after that I was depressed for nearly two months.

The only person who knows what happened was my school’s counsellor, I had to tell someone, for me to be able to move on.

I don’t know what happened to the shop owner, I never told my parents or any of my friends, it is 10 years too late now.

Now that Syria is destroyed by the war, I hope he’s dead, or at least suffering somehow. I’ll meet him again in the next life.  That, I’m sure of.