Creepy Stalker

When I was in high school I spent a lot of time at my best friends house. She lived sort of out in the country, a few houses close by but not a lot of neighbors.

We used to spend our time walking up and down the road she lived on as their wasn’t much traffic and it got us outside. We were night owls and often could be found after dark wandering the road telling each other creepy stories just trying to freak each other out.

On the night in question we were about 10 minutes from her house when we heard a strange banging coming from just up the hillside near an abandoned chicken house. We kept walking, not phased as her neighbors were known for doing odd projects at all hours of the night and they were just as accustomed to us walking the road at late hours.

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the drone keeps following me now

I work in a residential building and I am a concierge which basically means I am mainly behind the reception where I log down any problems the tenant may have with their flats, pass messages down to the right department, looking after keys and fob cards. We also do some maintenance tasks like reading electric and water meters and bypassing water meters if it need be. We also have to keep an eye out on the CCTV camera and make sure we react to anything that looks or sounds dodgy.

For a couple of weeks now a lot of the tenants have been complaining about a drone flying over their flat and obviously this was really bad because some stranger was spying or following around on some of the tenants and it was also creepy. Last week I got a call by one of the tenants about a drone flying over his flat and I managed to go outside and spotted it for myself and saw it flying to where its owner had lived. There were some houses next to the residential flat and I followed the drone to its owners house and I knocked on and told him not do it again.

“its fine I am going to commit suicide anyway” the strange man told me

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One Headlight

I often travel between cities in Southern California. My best friend lives 70 miles away from my hometown, but thanks to freeways, it’s usually only an hour drive. Since traffic is insane in the LA area, I fell into the habit of only making the commute in the middle of the night. At 3am, the only people on the road are usually truckers, and a sparse few cars. I don’t have to concentrate too hard, and I can catch up on podcasts. My parents were always uncomfortable with me driving such a distance alone in the wee hours of the morning, but I always shrugged it off as the usual parental paranoia, until one night.

I had told my parents I was going to be home by midnight that night. I had work in the morning, so I my fun-filled weekend with my best friend had to come to an end. But, I pushed it. 11, 12, 1 in the morning all passed me by as we shoveled chips into our faces and watched funny youtube videos together. When it was about 2:15 am, I finally decided it was time to head out. My parents were probably asleep anyways and didn’t even know I was coming home so late. My friend was getting really tired, and instead of walking me out to my car like she usually did, she decided to go to sleep. We said our goodbyes and I stepped out of the door onto the porch.

My friend lives in a nice and relatively safe suburb, and I had walked around it at this hour of the night plenty of times, so I wasn’t the least bit frightened. I threw my bag into the back of my little sedan parked on the street and climbed into the drivers seat. After buckling up, turning on the engine, and picking a fitting podcast for my journey home, I looked up from my phone to find I was suddenly blocked in.

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Creeper at Starbucks

I used to work at a Starbucks that was inside of a popular grocery store chain. I must say, looking back now, it has to be probably one of the best jobs I ever had. Besides putting up with the occasional cranky morning person, it was actually quite enjoyable.
This story takes place about 2 years ago around March. I was 19 at the time and the morning shift had just left. This wasn’t unusual, I was used to working alone in the afternoon until my evening help showed up. I did my daily deeds such as restock the pastries, brew fresh tea, and make sure all the sauces and syrups were restocked. Anyway, as the day progressed normally, I started having friendly conversation with the day’s “Self Serve” attendant. As I said, were inside a large grocery store, and self checkout was located right in front of the Starbucks I was working in. To the right of us was the main exit(where they keep the carts and baskets)which was mostly just made of glass. So the only thing between me and the “vestibule” as we called it, was a glass wall.
The attendant and I were talking small talk as the level of customers slowed down, when I felt that something was off. Nothing bad was happening, no one was giving me a hard time, so i brushed it off.
As the attendant went back to help a customer, I just happened to turn and look to my right. There, in the vestibule, right behind my wall of glass, was a woman. She was turned facing directly toward me, arms at her sides, and just stared at me. I looked away quickly, slightly embarrassed. Maybe she was just checking to see who was working the coffee shop that day. A moment later, I snuck another quick look.
She was still there.
Not just staring at me, but her whole body facing toward my side of the glass wall. Just standing there like someone not quite in their right mind. I looked away again. I like to give people the benefit of the doubt, so I was hoping she was maybe just tired or trying to see inside the store. I went back to my chores and continued manning the coffee shop, but she never moved. As I kept peeking over my shoulder to get a look, I got a better image of her.
She had to be on her late 40’s, and her distressed face did her no justice. She had a tattered yellow shirt, that looked like it either hadn’t been washed or she did some light yardwork that day. She had unkempt hair like she just woke up, and dark circles under her eyes like she hadn’t sleep in a week. Her stare was so blank, I had to guess that maybe she was on drugs or maybe just stoned drunk. But this went on with her standing there for 20 minutes. The worst part of it was, customers would pass right by her and not give her a look or a nudge or asked if she was alright. At first I was questioning my sanity. Was she even there at all? Had my caffeine high from working at this blessed coffee shop finally be getting to me?
I waved over the self serve attendant and nonchalantly asked her if she saw the woman in the exit. She nodded. Good, so I wasn’t seeing things. Then, that means she’s either crazy or full of some unknown substance. Or both. At this point I was too freaked out to care. I told the attendant that if she remained there for much longer, to just quietly grab a manager to check on her. As we both went back to our posts, the woman continued to stare through the window. That half-inch of glass was the only thing keeping me and this lunatic from being side by side. I can tell you right now, that feeling alone was enough to deal with. Not knowing what she wanted was even worse.
Finally, to my relief, a manager finally marched over to the vestibule and went inside. I could feel my whole body loosen up, and a breath I’d been holding half this time could at last escape my quivering lungs. I looked over from my post, expecting to see something dramatic go down between this nut and our manager.
But she was gone.
I hadn’t even seen her leave! She just.. vanished.
Perhaps seeing my manager closeby was enough to knock her back to her senses and she left. But I’ll never know for sure. All I can warn you with is this: Be aware of your surroundings. And if you feel a situation is too dangerous to handle by yourself, find someone else to come to your aid. Don’t go it alone Even IF scalding hot coffee is the ultimate defense.

MySpace Creeper

From the title I’m sure you can tell how long ago this took place; between 2005-2006. Although this isn’t necessarily a scary story, it is one that gave me the creeps. This took place over a one year period.

I have always been an outgoing person, easily making friends and I tend to be a no bullshit kind of a girl. I’ve also, despite its popularity, have never been one to spend much time on social media (I really don’t care if someone had a salad for lunch or got a free bottle at a club). At the time, in my early 20’s, I was enjoying the single life after being in a long-term serious relationship. One evening, relaxing in bed after a long day, I was online chatting with a friend of mine via MySpace when a friends request and a message popped up from a guy named G. I had no idea who this was and didn’t accept his friends request however I did reply to his message, which was simple enough – “Hey, I’m bored and I don’t know how I found you but you’re cute, wanna chat?” Despite talking for almost 2 hours, I still didn’t accept his friends request but we did have a good relaxing talk.

For the next few days G would write me on MySpace, he never crossed any lines (besides light flirting) and after the 4th or 5th day I finally accepted his friends request. During our conversation I found out he had just moved to my state and hadn’t really made any friends.

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The scars in his skin

So I want to say that this happened just recently.Since every one of my friends has an Instagram they convinced me to make one.I’m 18-year-old male and one of my best friends is a gay and he immediately followed me.And he trying to be a wise guy he told his gay buddies to follow me.At first, I was alright with that until he gave my number to the guy that was interested in me.He said that he knows I’m straight but he still wanted to talk to me.So my friend gave to him my number.The guy started to message me and he introduced himself as an interesting guy.We had a lot of things in common and he wanted to meet me at the nearby Starbucks.We met but after that “hang out” I didn’t want to talk to him.Trough all hang out he was looking at me like he was devastated by me to the point where I couldn’t take it anymore.I told him that I was straight and that I’m not interested in him.He seemed kinda annoyed by that and he said “I would like to see that face in snuff movie” after that I said that I got to go and that he better stops messaging me and all of the sudden he says “I need you are the perfect guy for me”.At this point, I didn’t give a shit cause I’m a very intimidating guy at least my friends say so in 7.2 feet tall very lean and didn’t have a problem with this guy cause he was shorter than me but very buff but still.After I got home I told my gay buddy this and he said that he was a sex offender.At this moment I was very pissed off at him but he said that he felt bad for the guy.And after all, this that isn’t the worst part at all.A day later he posted a picture on Instagram with my name cut in his skin.And the day later my friend told me that his stuff buddy was in the hospital cause he cut almost every vein cause he wanted to get scars with my name.Now this story may seem insane but it’s nothing but true cause he was high during his cutting on all sorts of drugs and I hope that guy gets help.Thank you for listening.Thank you for listening.

Creepy school Stalker

I am a young 16 year old girl and im very shy and unsocial. I was in 10th grade at the time and didn’t talk much.

One day in the first week or so in school I was in Tech class on my computer, we had free time so I was just on a paint app drawing cats or something when our tells us we are doing a project. We had to make a poster, with a partner… I never liked working with others.

But when our teacher chose our partners he randomly chose this strang creepy kid that haf a stalker look to him, and I was right… He blankly stared at me when we sat down to start on the poster. I just shrugged it off because I often got strange looks, but something didn’t seem right about him, he was a sloppy looking person with stains all over him and was about 6 feet tall and I was only 5.3 feet to he practicly towered over me.

I tried to talk to him saying what we should do about the poster but he just stared at me and said “Ok…”.  It was silence after that so I just kept working on the project but I could feel his eyes burning into me. When it was time for lunch I rushed to the cafeteria but he followed and when I sat down to eat he sat uncomfortably right next to me, almost touching shoulders and when I scooted away he would move closer untill I could smell his horrible breath.

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Silent Cove

This is an entry about a trip I took in February this year, I would not write about a minor trip and can tell you my experiences were nothing less than completely bizarre.

Are mother is single and usually can not afford to take us on expensive vacations frequently. She is hardworking but wanted to find something that comfortable but not to costly. It took about an hour of browsing through TripAdvisor before she found something that fit our needs. Me and my brother were relatively low maintenance and were just happy to be going anywhere, are mother was very excited, much more than usual!

A week later we got on a spirit airlines plane trip, the hotel was called “el sol”, Spanish for “the sun”. We were flying from Maine and the hotel was in northern mexico so the flight was several hours long. In the middle of the flight I unbuckled my seat belt and walked to the bathroom in the back. As I  walked into the back area I saw a short man standing motionlessly. I thought he was waiting but realized there was nobody in the bathroom, what was he waiting for? ” Sir, its empty.” I told him but he only flashed a light smile. After the most awkward 10 seconds of my life I ignored him and walked in.

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Double Weirdos at Target

So before I start this story, let me give you some background information. I am 13 years old and live in a small neighborhood releatively close to a Target. The Target is a popular place for teens of the neighborhood to hang out and meet up.

Anyway, lets get into the story. Me and a friend who we will call Brady, had made plans to meet up with some other friends at the Target whom I will call Kira and Sara. We got on our bikes to ride to Target and took our usual route. It was all going normally until we rode past a wannabe gangster looking guy. He was about 5’8″, African American, and in his early 20s. He was wearing all red Jordans gear and was walking the opposite direction of us. As we pass, he gives us a few dirty looks and gives us what looks like a gang sign with his hands. Keep in mind this is all in broad daylight, and right next to a playground with little kids present. The parents of the kids started to notice this character, and started packing their things up and getting ready to leave.

After we were long gone from the guy, Brady and I make a few jokes about him and brush it off as nothing. Although that might not bad, it gets worse. Kira and Sara decided to pull a little prank on us by saying they hadn’t arrived yet. Brady and I watched the main entrance to the store like a hawk for a good 10 minutes, only to get jumpscared from behind by them. After my heartrate went down and I finished laughing, we walked towards the snack section. I look to my left, and somehow the same guy in the fruit section just eyeballing us. When I look at him, he looks away and exits the store. I was getting seriously scared at this point. How did he get over here on foot when he was going the opposite direction. Better yet, he was not even on a bike. Even if we did miss him on the way in, he still had to have followed us. I point this out to Brady and he got nervous too. We hesitantly and quickly grab our food of choice and pay. Kira and Sara, were on their phones the whole time and didn’t notice a thing.

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Psycho at School

I always believed in being kind and friendly to others until something happened to change that. In this particular case it was a boy named Larry from my geometry class sophomore year. I don’t mean to brag but I was one of the most intelligent kids in the class and always finished my assignments early. Larry, however, had lots of difficulty understanding what was going on.

The teacher asked me to help explain it to him since I was already finished with my own work. I tried to explain it to him slowly and step by step until I was sure he understood. In 3 days there was going to be a big test. On the day if the test I wished him good luck and told him to just do his best. He was pretty quiet and was never around a big group of people but he seemed like a pretty nice person.

A few days after we got our tests back. After class Larry walked over to me smiling and said he got a B.

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