Creepy Stranger at McDonald’s

This a story of an experience I heard from my friend Breanna back when she used to live in Flagstaff, Arizona. She gave me permission to share her story. These are her words:

“It happened in 2007 when I was 16. After 10pm, I was on my way home from work. My hometown Flagstaff has dimmer lights to preserve the night sky so it gets really dark at night. On the way home, I stopped by at McDonald’s to get some dinner. For some reason the drive thru was closed so I went inside. After getting food, I started walking to my car. But then I noticed a heavy set middle aged Navajo man started walking towards me. So I started walking faster towards my car and I glanced back. I noticed that his pace had quickened as well so I kept going faster and faster until I was sprinting. I glanced back and he had also gone into a sprint. I reached my car and unlocked it in a panic. Then I quickly locked the doors, started the car, and put it in reverse. But then he started knocking at my window and gesturing me to roll it down. I was terrified. My heart was racing and I just wanted to get out of there. He started mumbling something about being disrespectful and said that he needed some help. I just shook my head no, apologized, and pulled out of the parking spot. He jumped back and flailed his arms as I quickly got the hell out of there.”

The Time I Worked at McDonald’s and my stalker found me

My name is Nora, and I’ll give you some background to help you understand my story. I’m 16 years old about about two years ago, I was “dating” someone over the internet. I say “dating” because we were never really in a relationship more of an on and off sorta thing. I was at this place that we call the district, a place that a citizen in Wisconsin owns.

I’m pretty sure it’s one of a kind, not to brag. But it’s a place to play video games, card games, talk/watch anime. You know the geek hangout. I was always flirting with this guy who at the time was 18 or 19, let’s call him Stephen. That’s not his name, but I really don’t want him knowing that it’s about him. I’m a very paranoid person- plus he still sometimes stalks me.

I ended up flirting with him a lot to the point one day he asked me to go to be back with him. This small room away from the rest of he store were they usually put on huge Super Smash Brothers torniments or had anime marathons. He had brought his laptop to the back and we watched a little bit of Hunter x Hunter.

Before I was put into an awkward sob story about his past and how his girlfriend and him had just broken up, then before I knew it we were kissing? More like he was kissing me and I was sitting there trying not to pee myself.

Now, into the future.

About a month ago, so sometime in February I had gotten a job at McDonalds, I don’t work there anymore though. I was always talking about Stephen to a few co-workers who I used to hangout with at the District.

They always asked me how come I stopped coming and I told them about the creepy events that happened in the back of the District. I was cleaning the play place one night, when they had nobody else to send outside to give an order to a waiting customer. It was pitch black and around 9 pm.

There was the car in the waiting parking space, and another car in the parking lot 30 some feet away from me that was on. I handed the meal to the customers in the car before I turned to walk back to the store. I had been stopped in my tracks by a loud. “NORA, ITS ME. STEPHEN PINKER.” (not his real last name) I remembered that voice. From all of the calls I got after I never returned to the district.

All the desperate Facebook messages. All of the spam from my phone number. That name. How did he see me? I was wearing my ALL black uniform and his car was 30 feet away from me. I wasn’t even by McDonalds lights. I didn’t wave. I didn’t do anything but run. I ran inside of the building and sobbed. I was so scared. He started showing up to my work everyday from then on. It also turns out that I worked with his girlfriend who said that Stephen always only talked about me.

I ended up quitting two weeks later.

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.

I identify as gender-fluid even though I was born a girl, I was feeling very masculine that day so I went into the men’s rest room and went inside a cubicle.

After about a minute I hear the door to the bathroom open, it was opened very quietly I noticed so I definitely knew it wasn’t any of my mates as they would slam open the door like it was nobody’s business. I remained quiet as I heard this person walk up to my stall and just stand there. I was finding it difficult to breathe as I was panicking. Then they did something I didn’t expect.

They leaned down to the floor and LOOKED INTO MY STALL.

I screamed and he gave me this creepy smile and said, “Nice body you have there, I would-” I din’t let him say anything else as I threw open the stall door causing him to fall back onto his side and grunt. I pulled up my jeans and ran.

My friends looked at me concerned and asked me if I was the one that screamed, then I saw the man sprint out the exit to McDonald’s and down the street. I explained what happened and they thought I should tell the police or something, but I have a terrible memory and couldn’t remember the guy’s face.

I still can’t believe this happened to me, it just proves that nowhere is safe. So by writing this I’m explaining to everyone why you have to be alert and DON’T IGNORE RED FLAGS.

A Creep Story at McDonald’s

This story takes place a few months ago at a McDonald’s me and some friends were eating at.

It was a usual Friday night, me, my brother, and some friends would be out and about the town. Mostly hanging out at the mall, and sometimes going to a Good Will to goof off. But every time we went out, the oldest one (Andrew) would buy us all Burger King or McDonald’s, he was the one who usually had money, plus he could drive.

Usually there are five of us, but this time just me, my brother and Andrew were here eating at McDonald’s. I knew there were more of us, but I can’t remember where they were. Anyways, as we entered the restaurant it was completely void of any other customers.

Shortly after we walked in it started storming hard outside. I was watching the storm from our table when I saw a man standing just outside the doors of the McDonald’s.Just from the look of this guy, I was getting some pretty bad vibes from him, I motioned at my brother to look and he agreed. The man looked middle aged and pretty thin, wearing clothes that were way too big for him. He started smoking a cigarette and shaking his head violently back and forth. Then he started talking to himself in the reflection of the glass door to the restaurant.
By now me and my brother were starting to get freaked out, urging Andrew to hurry up eating, but he was completely calm. He told us he was probably just some guy hyped up on drugs or something, and that there was nothing to worry about. Regardless I was still really concerned. At one point I thought of just leaving them and waiting in the car, but I didn’t want to look like a pussy, seeing how calm Andrew was.
The guy eventually walked into the restaurant with his right hand jammed into his coat pocket, and his left hand firmly grasping the pocket on the outside. He hobbled to the back of the restaurant and just sat there. Thank god that at this point Andrew had finished eating, so we booked it back to his car.
Looking back on it, he was probably just some crack head waiting for his dealer, but this was definitely a very scary encounter.

Writing in Red

Hi, my name Emma, I’m a high school student and I work at McDonald’s.

This experience wasn’t the most unusual, but it certainly still scared my coworkers and I.

It was a late, slow shift, between 10 and 11 that night when this happened.

My coworkers that were working the drive-through had been saying that they could see someone behind the outside menu, writing something in red. Each time someone looked away from it, for maybe a second, then back it would be gone.

Throughout the night I had been hopping around from station to station, lending my help when needed since there wasn’t much for me to do, and I had been filling up some drinks for the drive through when I saw it for myself.

To me, It looked like an average height man wearing dark clothing, no one saw his face. My manager that night, we’ll call her Tina, was quite motherly; She’s sweet, but she has a no-nonsense attitude. So when she heard that someone was messing around outside she decided she was going to go and confront this man.

There was no trace of the man or the writing in red.