I’m a 90s baby, and rather than being blessed with gifts of Furbee’s and Disney Movies, I was an outdoors-kid making mud pies and riding my bike. I was rarely inside, even at a young age. My parents only rules, don’t talk to strangers and get your ass home when the streetlights turn on in the evening. Fair enough.
My cousin Whitney and I have been inseparable the first 15 years of our life, so not surprisingly, my two scariest experiences in my life, happened with her.
One of my school friends down the block had recently moved away, so my cousin and I were granted permission to use the play sets in the yard until a new homeowner moved in.
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I believe I should probably provide some detail of my circumstance in order for you to ascertain my thinking behind some of the decisions I have taken in the last few weeks. I am currently working on an assignment for my job which has required me to work at the opposite end of the country, it’s confidential contract work so I cannot say too much without getting into trouble, not that it’s relevant but it pays well and requires me to be in one location which just happened to be the other end of the country. It’s not all bad though, I have my own place in the suburbs of the town which they cover the rent for.
However, being away from friends and family, I often find myself bored and without things to do when I’m not at work – so I’d been feeling for a while I needed a change of pace, some sort of adventure just to excite my life a bit.
Anyway, back to why I’m posting on here. I’ve had a small series of events occur in my life as a result of my own curiosity and, as I’m a regular reddit reader knowing the collaborative capabilities of the community, I was wondering if anyone had any idea whether I should continue to be worried?
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So, this story is not my own. It’s something that happened to my older sister, who I will refer to as Catherine, while working at Kroger for a year.
Now, my sister has always gotten the attention of guys, being that she’s really pretty and has a silly personality. It’s not rare for her to get hit on or for guys to ask for her number at least three times a day, whether in person or via social media. So, it wasn’t a surprise when she mentioned some guy approaching her at her job.
My sister usually worked as a cashier, but on this particular day, she was stationed elsewhere, which allowed for her to answer questions from wondering customers. She unfortunately caught the eye of an older black male who was average height and looked to be in his late twenties. He approached her.
She put on a polite smile, despite not being too great with customers. Catherine has always had issues coming out of her shell, and she just genuinely was starting to dislike her job at that point. So, she was annoyed when the man approached her, but she still engaged with him as part of her job.
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I never found myself attractive, I have a lot of insecurities but people would always tell me they thought I was cute. Maybe I was I just felt so bad about myself for some reason. I typically would go the mall with my friends on weekends to hang out, talk, and do some shopping. When I was in Macy’s trying on a bathing suit I had my friends give me their opinions on it. The way this worked was there was this room where you could wait for the person in the dressing room to come out and show you what the had on. The only people in the room were my friends and this man dressed in all black with his hoodie on. I found it kinda creepy as I am a paranoid person, but tried to brush it off. When I would come out and show my friend the bathing suites the man would look up every time to look. I found this especially creepy because I’m a 15 year old boy and this man was probably in his 50’s. Anyways I find one that I like so we all go up to pay because my friends have also found stuff they liked and I totally forgot about the man. Around lunchtime we went to a restaurant to eat lunch. We found a table and sat down, with my two friends across from me. I was checking my phone then something caught my eye so I looked up and saw the same man from the dressing room at a table maybe 50 feet away staring me down. I quickly looked away feeling awkward and decided not to tell my friends about it. After we finished I had to go pee really bad so I got up and went to use the bathroom. While in there the same man in all black entered and came right into the urinal next to the one I was in. I tried to get really close so he wouldn’t be able to look over and see anything because I saw his eyes drifting. I found this whole situation very creepy and unsettling. Then the man said to me “your a really attractive boy, do you have a girlfriend?” I was caught very off guard, so I finished and pulled my pants up and then replied politely said that I did not have a girlfriend which was true, but I should have told him I did… The man then said “oh that is excellent. are you into men? I could make you feel really good”. I was extremely creeped out and said “sorry I have to go my mom is expecting me” so I ran towards the door but he jumped in front of me and blocked the door. He then smiled at me so wide I didn’t think a person could smile so wide. His smile revealed yellow rotting teeth. I was so terrified I felt like I was going to pass out. The man started slowly walking towards me still smiling and kept telling me how he can make me feel so good. All I wanted to do was cry, he kept getting closer and closer so I started screaming, LOUD. The then ran at me and started pulling my pants down flipping me over so I was facing the wall. I seriously thought I was about to be raped, at 15 and a boy by a man. I was screaming and trying to escape when my friend ran in and realized the situation and called my other friend over as they both pushed the man off of me. I quickly pulled my pants back on and joined them getting the man to the ground. And we all were yelling at this point. Another man heard us and came into the bathroom to help us get this man to the ground. We eventually did and the man who helped happened to be a father of boys, and he called the police. I was so embarrassed after this had happened and stopped hanging out with those friends after this. All it takes is once occurrence to ruin everything. It pains me to think there are people out there who would do this, it makes me feel extremely sick. If my friend had not heard me scream for help I probably would have been raped and injured. It’s seriously awful what happened to me and I hope it happens to none of you, so please be safe. I’m sharing my experience as a learning one, no matter how old or young you are- always take someone in the bathroom with you especially if you keep seeing the same stranger person throughout your trip.
I work in 3 departments in martins so its hard to remember certain faces and im mixed for the record that will come into play later on but i will never be able to forget this mans face it was me a chicken fryer and a female coworker on a Friday night the fryer came in the back to where i was organizing our cooler and said a customer asked for me by name so i went out to see who it was thinking maybe it was a friend or family member when i rounded the corner i didnt recognize the man so i asked if i could help him and he just looked at me with this blank stare it looked as if i was looking into the eyes of a lifeless body he then walked away fast forward to the end of my shift i finished up and went outside to leave as i got close to my car i saw the same lifeless face he watched me get into my car and followed me from my job to a nearby walmart when i noticed it i got irritated and got out and asked if i could help him and he got this wide smile and i noticed his teeth was completely black and he started running towards me so my reaction was to swing i knocked him out and called the police well turns out this guy was wanted for attempted murder and was a well known neo Nazi who was recently going around and attacking random mixed men and women
Warning: Im not much of a writer.
I worked at Walmart when I was 19. I was a newlywed, but shortly after my husband and I married, we went through some rough stuff and we needed a break. He was living with his mom a couple hours away.
I had a MeetMe account I used to chat with local people, male or female, to try and make friends but nothing ever really came of it. Except once.
I talked to this guy, Brandon. Sort of talked, not really. He was an average looking blonde hair, blue eyed guy. Around 27. Again, I was 19 so I was already turned off by him being almost a decade older than me. What could we have in common, ya know? He wasn’t much of a conversationalist. One word responses aside from endless, very detailed, compliments. I made it clear I was married so this was another reason I didn’t persue a friendship.
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This story happened back when I was about 12 and I am a male.
It was a warm summer afternoon and my mom and I decided to go grocery shopping. As we entered the store, I took notice of a man, wearing a yellow button down, khaki pants, and bright white hair. He must of been at least 50. He stood out to me because he had a wide smile and was staring directly at me. I was always told to be nice to other people so I smiled back and shyly waved at him. His smile somehow got even wider and he waved back.
As we were shopping, I began to notice he was following us, about one car length behind us. He would occasionally grab stuff off the shelves and put it in his cart but still kept pace with us. It was very obvious that he was following us, going every aisle as we did. I was growing increasing uncomfortable, especially whenever my mom would have me stay at the cart when she would get something from a nearby shelf.
As we were nearing the end of our shopping trip, I noticed that the man was no longer following us. I felt a bit more relieved knowing he was gone. As we approached the checkout lines, I told my mom that I was going to the bathroom. I entered the restroom and as I finished relieving myself in the stall, I heard the bathroom’s door open. A voice soon called out, “I know you’re in here.” I stayed quiet and sat on the toilet, pulling legs onto it, trying to hide them from view. A pair of legs appeared outside the stall, jiggling the handle a few times.
“Come on, let me in. We can have a fun time, sweetie…” He said, trying to sound nice to mask his malicious intentions.
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When I was in Fith grade, my family and I visited New Mexico a lot because we were born there.
I loved to hang out with my two cousins Tony and Paul. They were exactly like my brother and I, which is why we loved to hang out with them. When we were at their small home in Pecos, we would play soccer in their backyard or watch TV.
When we weren’t doing either of those, we would be messing around with are legos, trying to see which one of us could create the weirdest structure. One day, we were all playing a game we made called Pinecone wars, but I don’t really remember the rules because it’s been so long.
Then, the neighbor and some of his family comes out of their house. It was right next to Tony and Paul’s house and I think the neighbor’s sister was talking with my mom. Suddenly, the boy from the house walks up to us and says hi to Tony and Paul. He seemed normal at first, but that was only because I had just met him.
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This was around January 2016, so around the same time as now.
A little backstory first. So, I lived in the wealthier part of town, not much crime happened around there, maybe to occasional break-in, not much else. It’s usually pretty safe. At this time I was a pretty small girl around this time, as I was only 13, and I guess you could say I was the perfect person to stalk. I have two dogs, Stan, a British Pointer, who I was walking during the first encounter. The other one was Ollie, a black lab/English mastiff, and I was walking him the second occurrence.
So, the first occurrence, it was around 8:30 or 9, and I was walking home from jogging with my dog, Stan. It was already very dark, and the only light was the street lamps. I was pretty tired, so was my pup, since we were running. As I walk down the street I keep hearing footsteps, but I figured it was just from me and Stan, the sound bouncing off the houses and echoing. I keep hearing it but it doesn’t sound like us. I turn around, and there he is.
There’s a guy in a dark hoodie just walking behind me, about 15 feet behind. He was just strolling, his hood over his head. I thought he was just cold and trying to get home, the same as I. No problem right? Stan’s ear flick back, hearing the guy too. He kept looking back but I thought nothing of it. He has some problems as he’s a rescue, so I just thought he’s just being weird.
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I’m currently a 54 year old single mother with two teenage kids. Over the decades I would say that I’ve acquired quite a few interesting stories from my youth. Unfortunately most of these such stories are not the friendliest. Many of them were shoved into my memory when someone I knew was stalking me.
I grew up in the city of London, Ontario, Canada from 1963 through to the early 90’s; however, if there was anything at all to say about London at the time; it would be that too many life threatening people lived there. From stalkers, to rapists, to serial killers; it was a dangerous place and it was wise to not get too friendly with anyone. Living a city like this all your life; you are bound to come across one or two of them. Unfortunate yes, but it was always like this.
I was about sixteen or seventeen, meaning the year was about 1979 or 1980. At this time it was summer and I started working at a truck stop and diner just a little ways away from London. It was half a mile away from my parents convenience store and my house. It was a lovely little establishment, as there were home cooked meals served everyday; and my boss was a wonderful lady who worked her ass off, although her husband was an absolute abusive knob head. There was about six of seven of us working there at the time, ten at most. I enjoyed working there for the first little bit as my boss and co workers were very kind to me, and overall it was an amazing job. The people who came in to eat seemed to enjoy the service; and my parents came on the Friday night when I was working for something to eat.
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