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.

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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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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.

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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.

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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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7:34

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.

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