The Man At The Gas Station

To start off, when I was 16 I lived in a fairly small town. The town was small enough to easily walk to one end of the town to another within 30 to 40 minutes. There wasn’t much to do on a Saturday night during this hot summer and when a close friend of mine called to say a few bands was playing, I jumped at the chance to do something.

I quickly got ready and walked to meet her at a gas station across town for some fine gas station food before the show. During the walk I had my headphones in but I couldn’t shake the feeling of being watched. I would stop to look around but no one was around.

Once I got to the gas station, let’s call her Maggie, was waiting inside.

I went inside and told her around the odd feeling I had walking over. I tried to shake it off as we grabbed soda, chips and some wonderful hot dogs. When we walked up to get our hot dogs a tall man was standing over in the area with a hoodie on. Which struck me as odd as it was summer and in the mid 80’s around this time. He smiled at us and asked

“What are you two doing tonight?”

“Oh you know teenage stuff” Maggie replied

The man then replied

“Oh how old are you girls?”

“16, why?” I stupidly asked

“Oh man, too bad you girls aren’t older. There’s a party going on but I still might be able to get you in, do you wanna come?”

“No thanks” Maggie replied

“That’s too bad, you two look nice tonight” he ask in a low voice and walked away.

We watched him pay for his items and leave. Feeling creeped out, we waited around for 10 minutes, paid for our food and left. We walked to where the bands were playing, which was pretty packed. We watched the shows until they finished by this time the sun had set and it was dark. Maggie decided to stay the night so we started walking back to my house.

We got back to my house and settled in for the night. I put in a dvd and we went to bed.

A few hours later I heard movement which woke me up. There was a dark figure standing outside of my window, trying to take off the screen. I screamed the loudest I had ever in my life but I just sat there frozen in fear. Maggie woke up and shaked me to move. As I finally snapped out of it Maggie dragged me out of my room.

As we left the room I remember seeing the man smiling.

Once out of my room, I saw my mom running toward asking us “what is wrong”. We explained as quick as we could what was happening. We all locked ourselves in her room as she dialed to called the police. The house was silent, it only took 5 minutes but it seemed like a life time.

The police came to find the man had fled and a hole in my screen window. The worse part is that he had left behind a knife.

Needless to stay, we moved shortly after this happen. Before moving, flowers where left at my front door with a note “I hope we meet again”. I never saw the man again. I graduated at 17 and moved across country shortly after.

Even though it was 15 years ago, I still find myself locking my doors and windows and then double checking.

To the man at my window, I hope we never met again.

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.

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.

Racist Pedophile

It was 8 years ago and I was only young, my best friend and I were walking home in a small town in Los Angeles California.

We noticed that a black van with tinted windows, trying to avoid the van we tried walking a bit faster. The vans window starting rolling down slowly, and a man whose head was almost touching the top of the roof of the van. he had a large beard with sun glasses and an old ripped up t-shirt with an American Flag on it.

He asked us if we needed a ride home, but I quickly declined.

A few days passed and I didn’t tell my father or anyone anything. I seen the man again but this time with another boy about 7 years old. The first thing I did was ask who the man was, he replied with, “I am Bryce Livingston” in a deep dark voice. It wasn’t a few seconds before I was grabbed from behind and threw into the back of his black van.

I seen many knifes and guns, I was terrified even more when I seen pictures of me changing in the girls locker room.

I looked up only to find a map of the city with addresses of every black or Mexicans house. A man with a deep voice said “Are you the one they call, Carlos?”, I calmly answered him, “yes”. It was quiet for a few moments until I heard sirens, soon I felt an increase of speed from the van I was in. The van soon crashed into a brick wall causing the man driving the car and the 7 year old boy to crash into the windshield, soon dying of the loss of blood.

The other man in the van was handcuffed by an officer named, “Levi”.

It turns out there were cameras in the area I was in when I was thrown in the big black van. The 7 year old boy was the mans son, it turned to be that the two men that kidnapped me were racist pedophiles, raping and torturing any black and Mexican in the city.

If there weren’t any cameras in that area who knows what could have happened to me.

Ladies Can Be Pedos Too

Let me just preface this by saying I was around five or six when this happened. I was an extremely friendly child, naive with a deep love for animals. These were both horrible traits for me to have in the situation I was in. I loved the park and my father took me to one nearby, he did as he usually did and took me to the swingset, he got me started on those and walked to a nearby bench to talk on the phone. I was still visible to him from where I was, so he felt okay with it. I was happily doing my thing on the swingset when my young eyes caught the glimpse of a puppy. A Saint Bernard puppy which was my favorite breed. I instantly got excited and the person walking it seemed normal enough. It was a woman, she looked middle aged. I had been schooled on stranger danger, but I had never heard stories about women being bad strangers. So, I thought it was okay and I got off the swings, running to her. I was excited as I ran over and I asked to play with the puppy. Looking back on it, there were plenty of things that should have been red flags; she seemed nervous, she called me

I was happily doing my thing on the swingset when my young eyes caught the glimpse of a puppy. A Saint Bernard puppy which was my favorite breed. I instantly got excited and the person walking it seemed normal enough. It was a woman, she looked middle aged. I had been schooled on stranger danger, but I had never heard stories about women being bad strangers. So, I thought it was okay and I got off the swings, running to her. I was excited as I ran over and I asked to play with the puppy. Looking back on it, there were plenty of things that should have been red flags; she seemed nervous, she called me

Looking back on it, there were plenty of things that should have been red flags; she seemed nervous, she called me pretty and was very touchy with me. Brushing over my hair or touching my shoulder, she even rubbed a hand over my thigh, claiming to be “feeling your pretty flowered dress, it looks so soft”. A lot of my mom’s friend’s said similar things, though not as creepily, so I brushed it off. I was rambling on and on about how much I loved dogs and animals in general, I was a very talkative child. She just smiled at me and it made me feel uncomfortable, it reminded me of how the Big, Bad Wolf smiled at Little Red when he was posing as her grandmother.

She happily told me, “He’s one puppy out of a litter of five, you can come see the other puppies if you like, they are over there with my friend” she nodded over to the more woodland section of the park. It was close by and my mind said she had one puppy, so there was no possible way she could be lying. I was a dumb child. I went with her without a second thought. We walked for a couple of minutes over to the other side of the park. She led me up the hill and I looked around.

All I saw was a group of teenagers playing frisbee and an older man sat alone on a bench a few yards away from them. I saw no puppies and I got even more nervous when the man got up and started walking towards us. I didn’t know what to do and I did the only thing that came to my mind, I screamed as loudly as I could and felt tears well in my eyes. I don’t remember much after this, just that two of the boys were running over and asking if they were my parents, they tried to lie and say yes, but I shook my head.

I remember the boy best by his hair, it was green. He was pulling me away from the pair and I remember a lot of yelling. He asked where my parents were and had me show him to them. So, I took him to my dad who was freaking out and yelling at me when I got there. I don’t know exactly what happened to them. So…Creepy couple at the park, let’s not meet again.

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.