The woman and the baby

This story took place in Brazil, long fifteen years ago, but it still gives me chills to this day, even though it didn’t happen to me.

I have an uncle who works as a truck driver delivering tires for a company. Between many crazy stories that happened to him between comings and goings, this one is the creepiest that he’s ever told me.

He says it was a Friday noon, he had only a few tires to deliver in a distant city and had just stopped at a gas station to have lunch -or at least eat something to get him through the long road ahead- in the convenience store.

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creepers and crowbars

I work 3rd shift at a gas station. I have been doing this for 3 years now so I have a lot of story especially since it in the middle of a not so safe city and were the only one that 24 hours. Their are two people at a time who work night and security. The night are aren’t really that busy so it basically cleaning and stocking. Now the manger comes in at 5am to do the safe and take the money to drop off at the bank.
This morning want on as any other manger comes in I start the morning paper work. Now the store quite right now cause got maybe 20 minute till the crowd of people going to work. Now I at the register do lotto papers and I hear the door open. Which you call hear throughout the store cause there a bell that close off every time the door open. Now when you open the front door the registers are right there go left you got the coffee bars. Go right you got the freezer and behind us is the cooler. So I hear the bell turn to face the door and say ” good morning is there anything I can help you with”. A tall skinny very dirty looking man comes up to me and go “ater
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” in the cooler 4th door in”. So he goes back take a bottle of water out of the cooler an bring it to my register. Now the whole time this is happening he has this left rm
cradling like if it was in a sling. “1.39” I say again. ” I don’t have any money” he said in and nasty tone. ” well I’m gonna have to ask you to leave if your not gonna buy anything”. Now my manager who was sitting on the floor getting the deposit of the safe stand up. From where me and the guys were you would not have seen her down there unless you bent over the counter. So my manger standing up really startle this guy and the arm he been cradling by this side this whole time drops and I can see the crowbar. I gasp which sets him of swing. Now I’m about 5’5 this guy is about 6 feet even. I jump back just as it hit my register screen. On my other coworker who was doing coffee come running over. This guy is try to get over the counter while still swing the crowbar. Me and the manger are trapped course way out is now the other side and he now in between us and the way out. Lucky my coworker who is like and older brother to me has 7 of MMA training. On he about 5″7 130 pound’s of muscle. Run full speed at the guy taking him down. My manager in all the ruckus run to get security.
Security calls the cops and come in side to help D who rolling round on the floor with the creep. On are security is arm with a gun and a taser. The tall guys has D pin to the floor so are security hits him with the teaser and he goes down. Bet you think it’s over well your wrong he get back up shortly after. I don’t know if this guy on something or wath, but I saw a lot of people get tased and they never gotten up that fast. So he gets up like nothing happen hops the counter take the bottle of water and run out the store and down the street. 5 minute later the cops show up as I’m cleaning up the glass from my broken register screen. Luckily a broken screen a slightly bruised cowork and a stolen bottle of water was all that really happen. Until this day the 4 of us are will confuse on what heppen, but hopefully it won’t happen again.

Home intruder?

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This happened a long time ago, when I was about 5 or 6 years old. Growing up, my mum always used to tell me that if I didn’t sleep a witch would come to scare me, but moving on to the story.

It was very late, if I could guess it was roughly 1am. I used to sleep with my parents when I was little so both of them were asleep at this time.

I woke up to a cold gust of wind coming from the window. I opened my eyes and I could just about see thanks to the light coming from the moon that in front of me was a tall dark figure moving very slowly, now I don’t fully remember what it looked like but I remember it had very bad posture, walking with a hunched back, head larger than a normal person’s and it was very light on it’s feet since it didn’t make any noise at all.

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An odd experience in the woods.

So, let me preface this by saying that I don’t scare easily, or at least am not scared by a lot.
Anyways, It was about mid November at the time of this happening, and it was oddly nice, 55 degrees, a bit chilly but nice. It being nicer than usual decided to take my daily jog in the local forest seeing as I practically live in the woods.

I walked up to the front of the gate, well fence at the front of the forest pathway. i’m not going to be cliche and say “It felt spooky” ” something felt…off.”, it just felt completely and utterly normal, maybe even nice.

I started my jog, I looked at the trees above my head savoring every pine scented inhale. I continued for about 20 minutes, then I decided to head back. As I made my way to the gate-fence, I noticed something, it was a man, he looked about 5′ 11 to 5′ 12, he had a long gray beard, a black leather jacket and jeans on…..the odd thing about this man is that he was standing in a filed of dead, long grass starring into the forest with a baseball bat in hand.

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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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Her friend

Hey my English is not the best to start out with. Hi my name is Jack, I live in a small town in the middle of the central coast of California.

I am writing this out 5 minutes after this happened. So for most of my life I went to small private schools, so I am super shy. I am a freshman in highschool right now and I absolutely love it. So I am really lonely because I am so shy, so what I did was text this girl I thought was nice. So we talked for a while and finally I asked if we could go to lunch and if I could get her number. This was about a week ago keep in mind.

The day came around and it was Tuesday, I texted her that morning saying that I could make it due to home work and other things. So she said ok and I said sorry.

Well the night before this I was on Instagram looking at memes and stuff.

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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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Bones From A Fire

I live in a town in Scotland. It’s mostly urban but we do have a good amount of rural areas. This story happened when I was in primary school and I was 9 years old. I lived in a house very close to the rural areas of the town. The rural areas had loads of abadoned places as part of them and my friends and I would go to hang out at them.

It was summer break. Me and two of my friends (One which I will call T in this story and the other E to keep their names private) decided we would go and explore the old abadoned graveyard that loads of people would hang out at.

After getting food and drink from a shop we went down the long narrow road that led to the old grave. We past the farms and joked about the smell of cow manure coming from E and were making other dumb 9 year old jokes until we reached the graveyard.

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Odd encounter at the bus station.

I’m a 19 year old, non-binary person living in Ireland. I was born a female, which I believe may be part of the reason why this incident happened. Every summer for the last three years, I have gone to a week long music camp. It’s the best week of the summer every year, but this occurrance left me scared and confused for months. For my 18th birthday, I was given a yellow submarine themed guitar case as I play guitar and ukulele and was in need of a good case for the camp, and general use. The town that I live in, which we’ll call L, is roughly half an hour from the city, which we’ll call D, where my mum works. it’s also about 20 minutes from a town wich we’ll call R, wich is key information that will come into play later. She gets the bus to and from D, and I usually meet her at the bus station when she comes in from work, to save my dad making two trips to and from home.

 

During camp week, I walked from the youth club where I went every day afterwards, to the bus station. I had my guitar, a bag and my ukulele with me, and so was weighed down. When I reached the bus station where I was waiting for my mum, I put everything on the ground beside me, and stood leaning against the fence with my earphones in. I was listening to music and looking at the ground as I’m an extremely socially anxious person and avoid contact with strangers like the plague.

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