This story has been haunting me for a long time. However, just typing this is making me feel better. Anyways, this took place when I was thirteen. I’m fourteen (almost fifteen in September) now. I’m a girl who still enjoys listening to horror stories and creepy shit like that. Now, I’ll just get to the story and stop boring you with facts about me.
it was around May, I think. It had been a colder and wetter day, and after school let out, I was dreading the walk home. It was drizzling and the roads were foggy. It looked like a scene out of The Walking Dead, if I was being honest. The smell of wet cement was my only comfort. Don’t ask. I’m weird. Anyways, I wrapped my jacket tighter around my shoulders and stepped outside the school grounds, shivering. The wind was picking up, causing leaves to skitter across the ground like animals fleeing from a hunter. I looked up at the grim sky and began my cold walk home.
I have to walk through an orchard in order to stay away from the main roads, and I was usually in my element there, surrounded by trees. But today, I was a tad bit jumpy for no real reason. Mist was swirling at my feet as I walked, and I couldn’t see barely three rows ahead of me. I let out a yawn as I hefted my backpack higher on my shoulders. Damn weather, I thought angrily as the drizzling slowly became a downpour. I flipped up the hood of my gray jacket and I picked up the pace, hating life at that moment.
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.
Okay so this is something that happened to me when I was 10. Im 14 now and It was 2014 and I lived in a medium house 3 bedroom and 2 bath, at the time with a 14 year old brother and a 17 year old sister, and of course my parents. Okay so just that for some info, now it was July 24th when my dad was going to visit his mom and his grandma being my grandma great grandma and she was a bout 92 at the time of this story. He had received a call saying my grandma was staying and so he wanted to visit her as we live up Chaska MN and she lived in chicago, he decided to go see her but was guilted by my mother when it was literally with my birthday coming up and he would not be back until the day after my BD he asked if I wanted to come with instead. Immediately I jumped saying yes as I loved to travel being a perky 9 year old, so by about Seven O Clock AM the next morning we were on the road and heading for chicago. Now not to bore you with the details about the trip we made there after about six hours and we went and spent about 5 hours or so with my Grandmas and I was smothered oh my god being the one child with him I left with about 60$ in my pocket and with about 15 cupcakes in my stomach. So after spending a good chunk of time as I wanted to be back in time for my birthday celebration we left at about 4 O Clock in the afternoon. So we made back on the road and I had already Fallen asleep from hours of playing with my Grandmas dogs, and it had been about 6 hours when I woke up again. When I woke up I had the urge to pee and my dad did to so we ended up trying to look for a place but could not find any signs for a rest stop anywhere as we were on a road practically in the middle of nowhere as the next city was still 9 miles away. So my dad made the decision to just pull over at a couple of buildings side to side on opposite side of the road and he pulled into a small lot next some apartment looking style building and the other building on the other side was a closed and run down building that looked that to have been there for decades. When we pulled in and my dad parked the car we jumped out and went on separate sides to do our business, my dad ended up finishing first as I had to go number 2. For absolutely no reason I decided to look over to the other building and I saw a man about late 40s balding and tall and had greying mutton chops. He was peeking behind the back of the structure, at first I was confused as I was Wondering who that was. My dad at first did not see him because he was looking at a map in the car trying to navigate. Then out of nowhere the man just comes out and starts running at me and I run back to the Car my did being an idiot locked the car and I was pounding on the window at first my dad was angry at me when unlocked the car. But then the man came running up to the car with a bat and he got it right away what I was scared of and he through the car into drive and floored it out of there at first the man tried to give chase but once we left the lot my dad burned rubber and left the man in the dust. I was in tears screaming and my heart was about to pound out of my chest, about 10 minutes later my dad pulled over to calm down as he was going close to 100 MpH before, he called the police and reported him and at the same time trying to calm me down. We ended being able to go home with nothing else eventful happen, now the story does not end there as about 3 days later a missing person was reported and it was on the news which I was watching with brother and a young 19 year old girl went missing on the same highway we were on. I have no doubt in my mind it was that old asshole and it still scares me to this day what would have happened to me had I gotten to the car any later, I do not know what he would have done to me but if he had a bat I know it could not have been good and I do not dream of imagining what would have done.
I’m from Mississippi and it is December as I’m writing this story. I’m 27 years old and I currently live with my parents. Yes, I know what your thinking but it is tough times trying to find a decent job. Anyway, this happen quite recently. As we all know during the Christmas season, it’s the perfect time for robbers to try to break into your homes. There are always alot of crime around the holiday season. I always thought that kind of thing only happens to people with nice houses. Unfortunately, I was wrong. Our home is pretty average brick house that can blend in with others. My Dad works for Norfolk Southern and he got called for a night shift job in New Orleans Louisiana. So my Mom and I are by ourselves this night. Anyway, let me get on with the subject.
It was around 1 am in the morning and I was staying up late watching Fred Claus when my Mom walk out of her room and told me that our neighbors just called. A group of strange men was asking them for money to get gas for their truck. They said they were from Illinois which is odd since Mississippi is far from the Midwest. They told them that they better leave or they’ll be shot. Eventually the group of guys left their house. Our neighbors demanded that we call 911 in case they tried to do this again.
At this point, my mother was freaking out when all of a sudden we heard someone pulling in our driveway. It was the same group of strange men that tried to break in our neighbors home. My mother was shaking as she peaked through the blinds. He was a middle to short white man at our side screen door. The other guys were sitting inside a red pick up truck waiting for him. My mom decided to use her car alarm to scare the man away. She pressed the button on her keychain and the car started flashing. At first, the man was looking around at the guys in the truck. They must have told him to forget the house cause he left right away. When my Mom peak through the blinds again, she saw the guy going back into the truck and drove off down the road.
I’m a 16 year old female turning seventeen in less than a week but, this happened when I was 12. While my mom was still with my stepdad he forced me and my siblings to go to a Christian church which to this day I still despise and they had this group called Young Women.
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.
Before getting into this story, currently where I live, there have been posts on Facebook with people who have claimed to have been approached by people about “bibles” and “the word of god” and if they’re interested.
One women said she was approached by a female and asked about a bible, she declined and then was followed through 4 neighboring towns until she finally pulled into a police station where the car, full of guys, slowly drove past her, glaring. This was taking place about 15 minutes from where I live.
Turns out, its human trafficking, sex trafficking, the whole 9 yards.
This happened to me a few months ago when I was 14. A group and I had traveled to California for a dance competition and since it lasted the whole weekend, we had to find restaurants for every night. We had planned to go to this Italian restaurant, but due to messing up our reservation, we ended up at subway.
Don’t get me wrong— I used to love subway until this happened. As we walked from the Italian restaurant to subway, I noticed quite a few homeless people and beggars along the sidewalk, but I dismissed it as we were in an urban area.
I was walking next to my friend when I abruptly saw her smile turn into a frown so I looked over in the direction she was and I saw a lady. She was clearly homeless with short blonde scrappy hair and tattered clothing.
<> I am an 18 year old girl – at the time of this story I was 17, this only happened last year. I was browsing my instagram – I have a furry account so it is not uncommon for me to get follow requests from people I don’t know , usually I accept them – I see a new message from someone I hadn’t met before, like a dumbass, I replied as nothing had rung any alarms, he was just saying hi. I was very lonely at the time so when I got random messages I got quite happy, it didn’t happen often. So of course I replied within seconds of his message coming through. We chatted almost all night and when I did finally decide to log off – or rather fall asleep – I didn’t tell him as I didn’t think I needed to. I woke up to 50 texts from him all asking what had happened to me and how.. worried he was. For some reason this didn’t strike me as odd.. as this is probably how I would react.. even now. So I continued to speak to him.
After only a few weeks he and I had gotten rather.. close. If you catch my drift. To me it seemed like mild flirtation at most but to him it was more. So when I started expressing interests in other people he got mad and started telling me that I was cheating on him. He’d Call me things like baby and tell me he loved me. No matter what I did or said he would still make heavy advances. But I ignored him and continued talking, because as I said.. I was very lonely and without him I’m not sure what I’d do.
Another few months went by and he was still pushing hard on me being his girlfriend. I was getting seriously pissed and decided to get my best friend Dawn involved. She told him to screw off and leave me and anyone else alone because now he was getting creepy.. not to mention all of his Instagram posts. He was claiming things like stabbing people.. and being proud of it. He told us he was in a gang and they would often do this sort of thing. Dawn continued to tell him to leave us alone until eventually he took things into a whole new level.. this man sent Dawn a link to a website from the deep web, it said things about hitmen and even had photos of what they had done.