This is a short but freaky experience that happened at my local park. I live in a small, developing town that has a fairly large public park with a lot of forest trails. There’s usually at least 10 other people there whenever I go, but it was around 9 pm when this story occurred, so the park was mostly empty. We had been heading back to the car to head home. I ran to get a head start in front of my two friends. They decided kept walking fairly slow and lost track of where I had gone, so once I got to the front, I was alone for another 5 minutes or so. I thought it would be funny to mess around with them a bit and hid on the other side of the public bathrooms. As I sat there, a man in an old beat up car pulls up and parks in an empty spot about 20 feet away from me. He comes over and starts trying to chat me up. “What are you doing sitting out here? You bored?” he asked. My heart instantly sank and I pulled the “I’m waiting for my mom to come. She’s almost here.” He laughed a bit and said something else, but I don’t remember exactly what. It was all small talk, and then he went to go to the restroom. These restrooms were loud and echoey, so you could hear if someone was doing their business or turning on the sink. This man went in and it was silent as he sat there for a few minutes. When he went in I called my friends silently on my phone and tried whispering to them to hurry up. It took another few minutes for them to find me, and during this time, the man came out and headed to his car. He got into the driver’s seat, turned it on and sat there watching me. My friends were cutting across the grass, which you could see from where he was parked. He then pulled out and left and I ran over to my friends, freaked out. It doesn’t seem that scary, and it was a quick experience, but I wonder what may have happened if I wasn’t able to get ahold of my friends.
This a story of an experience I heard from my friend Breanna back when she used to live in Flagstaff, Arizona. She gave me permission to share her story. These are her words:
“It happened in 2007 when I was 16. After 10pm, I was on my way home from work. My hometown Flagstaff has dimmer lights to preserve the night sky so it gets really dark at night. On the way home, I stopped by at McDonald’s to get some dinner. For some reason the drive thru was closed so I went inside. After getting food, I started walking to my car. But then I noticed a heavy set middle aged Navajo man started walking towards me. So I started walking faster towards my car and I glanced back. I noticed that his pace had quickened as well so I kept going faster and faster until I was sprinting. I glanced back and he had also gone into a sprint. I reached my car and unlocked it in a panic. Then I quickly locked the doors, started the car, and put it in reverse. But then he started knocking at my window and gesturing me to roll it down. I was terrified. My heart was racing and I just wanted to get out of there. He started mumbling something about being disrespectful and said that he needed some help. I just shook my head no, apologized, and pulled out of the parking spot. He jumped back and flailed his arms as I quickly got the hell out of there.”