The Man at the Store

Bare with me, some of the memories are hazy, because this happened when I was in the seventh grade.

What we did that night was pretty stupid, but at the time we didn’t know how bad the situation could have been.


Onto the story


Me and another one of my friends, let’s call her Jordan, we went to stay at a friend’s house for the weekend. Let’s call this friend Carrie, the three of us were best friends. Also let it be noted, Carrie didn’t live in the best part of town, but hey. She was one of our best friends, we did the normal things that girls do at sleepovers, we watched YouTube videos. Carries mom made us food, we put on some makeup and took pictures of each other for fun. We were having a great time, until Carrie asked if we wanted to go to this little service station down the road from her house. Me and Jordan obliged.

We grabbed our coats and shoes and headed out the front door. It was probably two o’clock in the morning when we left. Not the smartest time for three young girls to be out walking to the store. Once we reached the store, we walked inside and Carrie bought us things she thought that we would like. Carrie paid and we walked outside. Jordan had opened one of her drinks and started sipping on it. She said it was really good, so we all stood there for a couple of minutes.

That’s when a man walked up to us, who looked like he could have been in his early fifties. “Hey, what’s a couple of pretty girls like y’all doing out here so late?” The man asked, me and Carrie just kind of stared at him and Jordan spoke up to him and said “oh, we’re just getting some late night snacks.” The man took a long pause before speaking again, “hey! How about you guys come with me and I can get you some more snacks.” Me and Carrie still stayed quiet as he spoke, Jordan of course kept the conversation going, “well, you could go inside and buy it for us.” She said still sipping on her drink.

The man shook his head “no no, you come with me first and then I’ll buy you some more.” At that point me and Carrie just stared at each other and did the most logical thing we could think to do. We grabbed Jordan’s arm and bolted back for Carries house, never stopping to look back.


Needless to say, don’t go out at two o’clock in the morning for snacks and don’t talk to strangers at service stations.

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.

The field is set up as a giant rectangle but the right side of the edge of the field is a short slope with lots of greenery and on top there are a line of houses over looking the field and the school in general.

Everyday me and about 10 other people or so would go out to the field where we were supposed to be monitored by an adult but since all the so called “teachers” were all in the main building no one was watching us.

This was their fault cause they are supposed to watch us all the time especially when the sun would set early from daylight savings.

On one particular day it was 5 in the evening and the sun was starting to go down. We went out to the field and none of the teachers followed us.

We started playing soccer as usual until by best friend got hurt and began bleeding a bit so most of us ran to get a bandaid or two from the classroom that was half way across the school.

I however, stayed with my friend and sat down beside her. I got a eerie feeling as we were alone in the middle of an empty field and by now the sun was just a thin line on the horizon.

I’ve always been a real paranoid person and the whole time they were gone I kept looking behind my back and doing 360s because I could feel that nasty feeling in my stomach grow. When they finally came back we went back to playing soccer like usual. The feeling still wasn’t gone.

My friend was running towards the goal and we were all cheering her on until she stopped mid way and her expression blanked as she stared at the top of the small slope to the right.

I thought she had seen a dog or something so i looked over but didn’t see anything. I stood and asked “what? whats going on?”

She whispered just to the point where i could hear it “there’s a man watching from the bushes” I spun around and surely there was a man probably in his 40s wearing a red shirt with a big ol’ beard holding a big camera smiling and watching us from a freaking bush. WhAt tHe hEll.

I nearly screamed, we saw the flash from the camera go off and he suddenly jumped up and ran in the direction of the houses.

The last thing I saw him do was jump the fence in to someone’s backyard. By now, we were all screaming like banshees as we frantically looked around for a teacher.

nopity nope nope no teacher.

We continued our banshee screams as we ran to the main building. When we got there all the teachers were already out of the classrooms trying to find the source of the screaming.

My friend and I were the most shaken and we soon figured out that none of the other kids saw the man and they were just freaked out that we were freaked out. It wasn’t until recently I realized that this man was obviously planning to do something with those photos.

At the time we were just scared from the sight of the police were called immediately and the best part is that we got pulled out of the pathetic excuse for an art class and got to talk to the police which was so cool for a second grader at the time. We both gave him a description of the man.

We later found out that they never caught the creeper pedo man. Thankfully he never showed up again, or rather, we never saw him.


Okay, so to tell this story I have to mention a very important life lesson that helps me all the time, always trust you gut instinct…always. Now on with the story, I was about 16 at the time and my nephews first birthday was coming up so I decided to go to wal-mart to pick up a toy for cheap, yeah auntie of the year right? Well as I was going up and down the toy isle I saw a little girl maybe around 5 years old looking at the barbie toys. Now I wanted the hot wheels and I wasn’t going to find them on the barbie isle, so I went to turn and walk away. But that is when I saw the little girl wasn’t alone anymore.

A man had appeared from the other end of the isle, I stepped back then forward. This man was not her father but the way he was lingering by her made me very uncomfortable. The little girl didn’t look up from the toys and I didn’t see anyone near bye to help me in case I had to fight off a possible kidnapper. I pretended to browse the toys meanwhile taking every detail in of the man. dark jean pants, dirty green coat, skinny build he was no more than 5’3, red hat-oh no-. when I went to look at the details of his face I noticed he caught me staring, his eyes were dark. Not the color I mean dark as in evil…it sent a chill down my spine.

How long was he staring? I decided not to back down and thought about my nephew. what if that were him? I would want someone to stand up and fight off this creep. I didn’t just stand my ground I walked up to them both, ignoring the mans piercing gaze of hatred. I leaned down to the little girl and asked where her mommy was. She didn’t say anything just gestured and began to lead me. I looked up at the man and his face was twisted and enraged. I gave him a smirk, I honestly felt good about it. I met up with the little girls mom and told her about the man and how he gave me a bad vibe. She thanked me profusely and I got my present for the party and left never seeing the man again.

Until I was finishing up a paper for school while my mom was watching TV, she always had it blaring it was hard not to hear what was on even from rooms away I heard “and in other news a man has been caught by authorities in a wal-mart in *censored* county, for a crime caught on security footage.” That county was only a couple miles away from me. I jumped out of my seat to see the screen and sure enough it was him.

His crime was exposing himself to a young girl and her mother. It made me sick to my stomach just seeing his face again. It happened the same night I went to pick up a toy, just at a different wal-mart. I was sad that it happened regardless even though I prevented it from happening at my local wal-mart. But I wouldn’t have done anything differently. So for any of you fighting against that instinct trying to write it off as paranoia. Don’t.