The Serial Pee-er

I work at a small independent movie chain in Northern Virginia. Our selection mostly consists of Indie movies with a few mainstream movies sprinkled in here and there. In the 6 years I’ve been working there I’ve had to deal with my share of bad customers but the following story really takes the cake.

A few months back a customer came up to me with a question. I don’t remember the specifics but after I answered he told me about something that had happened the day before. It seems that in the bathroom a man had gotten into the urinal next to his son and peed his shoe. Naturally he was very upset by this , who wouldn’t be, so I sent him up to the manager.

Of course the managers were all dumbfounded, some even going as far as to suggest the man might have been making the story up. Never the less we decided to give him some free passes rather than risk losing a customer.

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First date gone wrong

I had just gotten broken up with back in March. He broke up with me while I was at work through A TEXT because apparently he wasn’t attracted to me anymore, even though I had been a bigger girl the entire relationship, and until then, I had no idea it was an issue to him. There were other reasons, but I’m not going to bore you with those. Needless to say, I got real depressed real fast because I never expected him to do me this way and because I planned on marrying him. At the same time, I was also dealing with some financial and family problems. I tell you this just to give you an idea of my mental sate and vulnerability at this time.

About two months after we had been broken up, I decided to go seek professional help. Everything was piling up on me and it was beginning to be too much. I was becoming someone I didn’t recgonize and I didn’t like it.

Three weeks later, I was on my 3rd therapy appointment. I checked in and sat in the waiting room, looking mindlessly through my phone, waiting for my name to be called. I just wanted to get it over with since I just got off work that morning and wanted to go home and get some sleep.

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October Creeper

This happened several years ago. My best friend, Will, and I were working on a souvenir booth with my aunt at the local haunted house, which opened every Friday and Saturday night in October, plus Halloween.

At the time, Will wasn’t old enough to be an actor in the actual haunt. I’m a couple years older than him, but I decided to work the souvenir booth with him so he’d have someone besides my aunt to talk to.

Anyway, it was really cold one night, and I wanted to get some hot chocolate.

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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. Everyone was sheltered and to be honest we (as in the kids) thought everyone was nice and bad guys were just something that happened in movies. Anyways, both my parents work, so each day I have to stay at an after school program called Kids Care where basically they monitor you until your parents pick you up.

I usually got picked up at 6 pm so my friends and I used our time up by playing soccer out on the field.

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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.

My friend lives in a nice and relatively safe suburb, and I had walked around it at this hour of the night plenty of times, so I wasn’t the least bit frightened. I threw my bag into the back of my little sedan parked on the street and climbed into the drivers seat. After buckling up, turning on the engine, and picking a fitting podcast for my journey home, I looked up from my phone to find I was suddenly blocked in.

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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.

It was around 11 pm when we entered the restaurant and the first thing we noticed is that it was extremely empty, apart from this one guy sitting in a booth in the far right corner, just staring. It was freaking me out but no one else in my group seemed to have the same red flags as I did, so I just ignored him. The man had long, black, greasy hair and was wearing clothing I could only describe as tramp like.

Me and my friends ordered our food and claimed the both closest to the entrance of the McDonald’s, I was really regretting drinking all those energy drinks and I really needed to go to the bathroom, so I told Kyle were I was going and went to the bathroom.

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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.

Everyone was sheltered and to be honest we (as in the kids) thought everyone was nice and bad guys were just something that happened in movies.

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It was Just a Night Out

I’m going to give a few details about this story, for starters, it’s not my own. This story came from my eldest sister (I’ll call her Chloe for this) she told me she was 16 at the time and she lived in a bungalow with my father. Me, my brother and my mother had moved away to another part of the county at this point which put much stress on her.

Chloe had always been a party child and without my Mothers influence and guidance, she went off the rails. She went out partying (mostly drinking) in woods and illegal properties like abandoned houses and other buildings… Well, that was until these events took place, and since then, she only goes out to local pubs and social clubs with her boyfriend and her close friends.

In the early March 2016, Chloe went out with her “friends” to one of her parties. My dad had given up trying to stop her from going to these places, she told me the only rule he gave was “If the police get involved, I don’t want to know”, she quoted saying that dad once said “You’re old enough and smart enough to know how to keep out of trouble” and, I know for a fact, that Chloe is non of those things, she was only 19 at the time.

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