Tag: creeper

One Headlight

I often travel between cities in Southern California. My best friend lives 70 miles away from my hometown, but thanks to freeways, it’s usually only an hour drive. Since traffic is insane in the LA area, I fell into the habit of only making the commute in the middle of the night. At 3am, the only people on the road are usually truckers, and a sparse few cars. I don’t have to concentrate too hard, and I can catch up on podcasts. My parents were always uncomfortable with me driving such a distance alone in the wee hours of the morning, but I always shrugged it off as the usual parental paranoia, until one night.

I had told my parents I was going to be home by midnight that night. I had work in the morning, so I my fun-filled weekend with my best friend had to come to an end. But, I pushed it. 11, 12, 1 in the morning all passed me by as we shoveled chips into our faces and watched funny youtube videos together. When it was about 2:15 am, I finally decided it was time to head out. My parents were probably asleep anyways and didn’t even know I was coming home so late. My friend was getting really tired, and instead of walking me out to my car like she usually did, she decided to go to sleep. We said our goodbyes and I stepped out of the door onto the porch.

Disneyland creeper

This happened to me when I was 16!n visiting my dad in California with his gf I wish I could say going there was fun but then this wouldn’t be on here it was in March 2010 we all started getting ready to go to Disney unfortunately him n his gf my dad started there shit with my eyeliner so wasn’t off to a good day after all that we finally made it to Disney we started going on roller coasters,the Indiana Jones ride, as we were walking I could feel someone watching me I turned around it there was some homeless looking guy just starring honestly just giving me the creeps the guy looked like he was in his 40s with shaggy hair dirty ass clothes honestly he just looked like he hadn’t bathe in a while I just turned around trying to just ignore him an hour later I decided to look around by myself while my dad n his gf went on the Farris wheel I went into one of the little shops as I was looking at the jack skeleton toys I saw the man creeping closer I started getting more scared so I just ran out of there trying to find a security guard as I kept walking I felt a hand on my shoulder I turned around as white as a ghost seeing him in front of me so I did any logic person would do n just screamed why tf u following me for n it seemed to attract attention enough to make him go away I went to find my dad just to get out of here I told him what happened but he didn’t believe me not till we where out of the theme park n I saw him behind some cars we went to get the security guard then finally he left n we just drove home

Creeper at Starbucks

I used to work at a Starbucks that was inside of a popular grocery store chain. I must say, looking back now, it has to be probably one of the best jobs I ever had. Besides putting up with the occasional cranky morning person, it was actually quite enjoyable.
This story takes place about 2 years ago around March. I was 19 at the time and the morning shift had just left. This wasn’t unusual, I was used to working alone in the afternoon until my evening help showed up. I did my daily deeds such as restock the pastries, brew fresh tea, and make sure all the sauces and syrups were restocked. Anyway, as the day progressed normally, I started having friendly conversation with the day’s “Self Serve” attendant. As I said, were inside a large grocery store, and self checkout was located right in front of the Starbucks I was working in. To the right of us was the main exit(where they keep the carts and baskets)which was mostly just made of glass. So the only thing between me and the “vestibule” as we called it, was a glass wall.
The attendant and I were talking small talk as the level of customers slowed down, when I felt that something was off. Nothing bad was happening, no one was giving me a hard time, so i brushed it off.
As the attendant went back to help a customer, I just happened to turn and look to my right. There, in the vestibule, right behind my wall of glass, was a woman. She was turned facing directly toward me, arms at her sides, and just stared at me. I looked away quickly, slightly embarrassed. Maybe she was just checking to see who was working the coffee shop that day. A moment later, I snuck another quick look.
She was still there.
Not just staring at me, but her whole body facing toward my side of the glass wall. Just standing there like someone not quite in their right mind. I looked away again. I like to give people the benefit of the doubt, so I was hoping she was maybe just tired or trying to see inside the store. I went back to my chores and continued manning the coffee shop, but she never moved. As I kept peeking over my shoulder to get a look, I got a better image of her.
She had to be on her late 40’s, and her distressed face did her no justice. She had a tattered yellow shirt, that looked like it either hadn’t been washed or she did some light yardwork that day. She had unkempt hair like she just woke up, and dark circles under her eyes like she hadn’t sleep in a week. Her stare was so blank, I had to guess that maybe she was on drugs or maybe just stoned drunk. But this went on with her standing there for 20 minutes. The worst part of it was, customers would pass right by her and not give her a look or a nudge or asked if she was alright. At first I was questioning my sanity. Was she even there at all? Had my caffeine high from working at this blessed coffee shop finally be getting to me?
I waved over the self serve attendant and nonchalantly asked her if she saw the woman in the exit. She nodded. Good, so I wasn’t seeing things. Then, that means she’s either crazy or full of some unknown substance. Or both. At this point I was too freaked out to care. I told the attendant that if she remained there for much longer, to just quietly grab a manager to check on her. As we both went back to our posts, the woman continued to stare through the window. That half-inch of glass was the only thing keeping me and this lunatic from being side by side. I can tell you right now, that feeling alone was enough to deal with. Not knowing what she wanted was even worse.
Finally, to my relief, a manager finally marched over to the vestibule and went inside. I could feel my whole body loosen up, and a breath I’d been holding half this time could at last escape my quivering lungs. I looked over from my post, expecting to see something dramatic go down between this nut and our manager.
But she was gone.
I hadn’t even seen her leave! She just.. vanished.
Perhaps seeing my manager closeby was enough to knock her back to her senses and she left. But I’ll never know for sure. All I can warn you with is this: Be aware of your surroundings. And if you feel a situation is too dangerous to handle by yourself, find someone else to come to your aid. Don’t go it alone Even IF scalding hot coffee is the ultimate defense.

McDonald’s Bathroom Creeper

Just some information, I’m a 15 year old from Scotland and this experience has really shaken me for the past year. This guy was never caught.

My friends and I were having a great day out for my best friend, let’s call him Kyle, for his birthday. A day filled with getting kicked out of multiple stores for silly behaviour, like Primark and Paperchase. So, after an evening of mostly drinking Red Bull and Rock Star, we got really hungry and decided to go to a McDonald’s not to far away from the mall we were in.

The Pedo Stranger Guy

This story took place back when I was still a little girl in the 2nd grade. This story isn’t really scary is kinda funny but a little freaky. Forgive me if I can’t recall all of the minor details since its been about 10 years since this incident.

To set the scene, i’ve grown up in a fairly upper middle class neighborhood in southern california, so the threats of weirdos and crimes going on was nearly non- existent.

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