1. Creepy passenger on cruise tries to break down my door
So I’m female, late thirties and I’m a travel counselor for a large tour company. We are pretty well known so I’m not going to be dropping any names for anonymity sake. That being said what occurred here is 100% for real, and yes I know everyone claims that on here but you’ll just have to take my word.
So as a travel counselor (fancy schmancy way of saying travel agent) I book many cruises, both my company and the many cruise lines offer us in the industry what’s known as a fam trip, to familiarize us with what the cruise line offers. So I was approached two weeks before the holidays with the chance to take such a trip on a four night cruise to the Baja peninsula, it left the day after Christmas. Since my husband had a big guys trip with his BFF lined up I thought perfect! My in laws have been begging us to watch our seven year old daughter so she went to grandmas and I went on a free cruise. What could go wrong? A little sand, surf, sun and while it’s winter 66 degree days are much warmer than the teens and below zeros we have up north.
The flight was perfect, the embarking went as smooth as butter. The lovely balcony room I was put on was wonderful, so far so good right? That night I’m at dinner and a Indian man sits next to me, now this struck me as odd as there were several empty seats available. He strikes up conversation, introduces himself and says he’s traveling with his elderly parents, sister and her family. He’s 26, works in communications and attended college in London. He seems nice, we have a lovely conversation and I throw in their that I’m happily married, have a child, etc.
Finally his family arrives to eat and we part ways, I figure I’ll never see him again. The next day I get off at our port, I signed up for a Segway tour and who do I see in line my new friend and his father and I assume his oldest nephew. He of course waves at me, and we make simple chit chat before starting our tour. After the tour there was the opportunity to walk around.
I chose to browse the shops and get some pizza however I felt I was being watched or followed. I turned around a few times but didn’t see anyone, I shrugged it off and went about my day.
I go back to the ship change into my bathing suit and go lay out on the deck, it’s a perfect seventy two degree day and my skin loved the vitamin D, I order a drink and put in my wireless headphones. I’m dozing when I feel hands roughly shake me, I jolt sitting straight up. It’s my “friend” although he’s frowning, staring at me disproving, he angrily tells me I’m not allowed to show off my body and that I’m disrespecting him and his religion by acting like a slut. By now I have two cruise employees I’m friends with (I have taken many cruises and get to know the employees) who hear the commotion and are telling him he needs to leave me alone. Never mind I’m embarrassed, I tell him I’m a married woman, and what I do isn’t any of his concern. As he stomps off, he informs me if I was his woman I’d be sorry.
I figure I won’t have to deal with him and the next day is perfect, no sign of him we are at sea and I hang out on my balcony sunning and dozing.
That night after a few martinis at the piano bar I settle in my room for the night after talking with my hubby through Facebook messenger. I’m about to doze when my door starts shaking, it sounds as if someone is violently running into my door. I throw a robe on and look out the peep hole. It’s the Indian guy, he looks crazed. It was formal night so he’s in formal wear, hair mused, red faced screaming profanities at me. Luckily the guy across the hall a pretty big guy opens his door and tells the creep to get the hell out of the hall before his kids were waken up. Indian guy gives one last profanity and then leaves.
The next morning the guy across the hall tells me something terrifying he swears the guy had a steak knife in his hand.
I inform the cruise director but I’m not sure what happened after that.
I only saw him one more time on the cruise as we were disembarking, he was carrying one of his nieces and luckily didn’t see me.
— Bigbadnastywoman
2. Craigslist roommate almost slits my throat
When I was 21 I transferred to a college in San Francisco. I checked out a room for rent on Craigslist. It was in a really nice two bedroom apartment. It was cheap rent and close to campus, so it was the ideal spot.
The girl who lived there was 29 and her name was Beth. She was tall and wide, and she had jet black hair and wore pale makeup. She seemed nice, although a little quiet. But she seemed to like me, and agreed to let me move in. So far, so good.
My first night there we went out for pizza, and that’s when I could tell that something was a little bit off with her. Throughout dinner she kept telling me how much I look like Shia LaBeouf. I didn’t know what to say, so I just shrugged it off with a – Thanks? I mean, I look nothing like Shia LaBeouf, so it just didn’t make any sense to me.
When we got back home she asked if I had seen her room yet. I said no, and so she took me to see it. Her walls were covered in posters of Shia LaBeouf. She even had printed out photos of him all over her mirror. She owned all his movies. I didn’t know what to make of it. It was creepy. The whole night she had been saying I look like him, and now it’s obvious to me that she’s obsessed with the guy.
A few weeks passed, and I never really saw her that much. We didn’t spend any time together really. She would come home from work and practically run to her room. She would spend the whole night in there. She had this creepy high pitched giggle, and I would hear her giggling through the walls all night. I wondered what the hell she could possibly be doing.
Occasionally she would come out and talk for like 2 minutes, and she would always be slurring her words – so I suspected she was drinking a lot. Sometimes she wouldn’t say anything and she would just stand in the hallway and watch me in the living room. I would turn and see her and be surprised and say “hello beth” and then there would be this long awkward pause and she would give out her creepy high pitched giggle. It was uncomfortable being around her. She gave me the chills.
One night I woke up at around 2am because I heard what sounded like the front door being unlocked. I came out of my bedroom, and all the lights were off, but I could still see Beth standing at the front door. She had her face against it, and she was turning the lock back and forth over and over again. And every time she turned the bolt she mumbled my name!!! “Max Barker….Max Barker…Max Barker…”. Seeing her standing in the dark, and mumbling my name, really freaked me out. And it doesn’t help that she kinda looks like a bigger version of the girl from The Ring. I just quietly went back to my room and tried to sleep.
One night I was watching Gladiator and she stumbled out of her room and turned on the living room light, forcing me to pause the movie – which was annoying. She then asked me if I wanted to hear about her ex-boyfriend. It was an uneasy segue into the topic, but I just said sure and then awkwardly sat back to listen to her.
Ten minutes into her story and she was so riled up. She was screaming at the top of her lungs about their breakup. I was worried that the neighbors were going to call the cops – and she wasn’t listening to me when I was asking her to lower the volume. Amidst all of her screaming, one thing she said really freaked me out – she was in such a fit and yelled: I’ll slit his fucking throat.
That was a big game changer. Suddenly I had no idea what this girl was capable of. She was practically a stranger, and everything I had seen was becoming alarmingly disturbing. After a few more minutes she told me thanks for listening and she startled doing her giggle.
I got out of there pretty fast, and went to my room to go to sleep. I had a pretty unsettled feeling about being in the house with her, and what’s worse is that there was no lock on my bedroom door. I pushed the edge of my dresser in front of it, to act as a little barricade.
I woke up in the middle of the night to the sound of my dresser scraping against the floor. Beth was pushing the door open! I turned on my light – shouting at her to stop. I could see her through the opening of the door. She was so drunk, and had this insane look in her eyes.
I pushed the door closed, and yelled at her to go to bed. I could hear her walk back to her room, but I couldn’t fall back asleep.
The next morning when I went out into the hallway my heart dropped. I saw one of her steak knives was on the floor by my door. I got goosebumps all over my arms. All I could think about was her saying she would slit that guy’s throat. I confronted her about it, and she said she didn’t remember trying to push my door open. She said she didn’t even remember telling me about her ex.
I had enough. My lease was month-to-month, so I found a new spot and moved out. About a month after I moved out she contacted me. I was at the movies, and my phone was off. When I got out I turned my phone on – and to my shock I received in 40+ text messages that she had sent me over the past two hours. They were all just insane texts that ranged from everything between “Hi how are you?” to “I fucking hate you!”. It was insane. I didn’t respond, and I never heard from her again.
I always wonder if I hadn’t set my dresser in front of my door, would she have quietly come into my room and slit my throat? It freaks me out.
— Mac1187
3. Creepy neighbor Keith
At the age of around 6/7, I lived next door to an old (60 or so) year old man named Keith. He would often go running around the streets as he was very fit for his age. At the time, I lived with my grandmother, she was friends with him and would often invite him round for a cup of tea and to gossip. Things were fine for a little while, until one day, I looked out of my window in my bedroom, from my window I could see clearly into his garden. He was laying on a deck chair masturbating, as I was a child, I didn’t understand, of course. I assumed he didn’t know I was there. The next day, I went to open the curtains in the morning and saw him, doing the same, again. He looked up at me and smiled, then carried on.
A few weeks later, with me not mentioning it to my Nan, incase she thought I was lying about it, I continued to see him almost daily, I started to realise it wasn’t right when I noticed he would make an effort to make me look, by doing things such as making loud noises outside and shouting my name.
Soon after it was my birthday, my nan invited him round to my party as most of our neighbours had been invited too. I was alone in the kitchen getting a glass of water when I heard the kitchen door open and saw him walk in, he was wearing gold cycling shorts which very clearly showed off everything. At the time, I thought it was just a fashion choice but now I see that he wanted people to look.
He said to me “If you were my daughter I would never let you leave the house looking so sexy. Thank you for keeping our secret.” I don’t remember my exact answer but it was something along the lines of “sexy is a bad word.” He started to pull down his shorts and I panicked and called my nan, she rushed in to see him standing over me, quickly pulling his shorts up and with an erection.
Thankfully I never saw him masturbating after this. My nan called the police and he got a warning. In my opinion this wasn’t enough for what he did. I lived next door to him for another 6 years.
— BabyAngel242
4. Thank God our house has shitty wiring
A few weeks ago I was moving some stuff around in my room and accidentally broke the glass on my window. It was a small crack, and didn’t fully break, but it was enough that cold air and condensation were getting in and making my window ice up. So i threw a space heater in my room to try warming the place up. Now, we have an old house and if we have two heaters on at the same time the fuses blow and shuts off power to the back side of the house.
The other night got particularly cold so I plugged in the heater to the outlet closest to my bed. This outlet was controlled by the light switch so when I turn on the switch the heater goes on. (its one of those ones with dials not power buttons)
When it got time for bed my room was sufficiently warm so i turned out my heater. I told my parents my room was warm enough so they put their heater on for the night. Fast forward to about 2 AM and I hear some noise in my brothers room. I think nothing of it and just shake it off. I just laid there and the noise had stopped so I lay back down and try to fall asleep. Then I started hearing noises in the kitchen, which was odd as nobody would be rummaging through the kitchen drawers at this time of night.
I start to get a little worried and check my phone- I see a snap from my brother from about 1AM and he was out getting wasted with friends, so I calm down and think he just got an uber. I was wide awake at this point so I checked my texts and email, and got back on snapchat. This is when I really started freaking out.
On the stories, there was my brother, posted 13 minutes ago at a buddies house who lived more than 20 miles away. It wasn’t him in the house. Reading too many LNM stories I had put an old broken hockey stick in my room in case of emergencies. Not the best weapon but it’s what I got. So i quietly get out of bed to turn on the light to find it. I had forgotten my heater was plugged in so as soon as I flipped the switch the light went out. But so did the rest of the power. It also just so happens that on that end of the house is where our CO detector is, and when power is cut it beeps. LOUD. Whatever the case was this startled whoever was in my house and the kitchen door opened quickly. I woke up my parents and let them know what happened.
Once we got power on we noticed my brothers bedroom window was wide open. We saw footprints beneath my window, but thankfully the ice had frozen the window shut from the outside. Whoever was in my house climbed into my brothers room, and was rummaging around the house. The bags left over under the Christmas tree had been torn through and all the kitchen drawers were open.
We contacted the police who took down the information and said this kind of behavior is normal around holidays. People find empty houses and look for gifts/cash things of that sort. I don’t know what would have happened if I had come face to face with this guy.
— Brandnewthrowaway10
5. “You know exactly who this is Darlin’…”
When I was 22, I moved 1,000 miles away from my Midwest home to the beautiful foothills of Tennessee. I had a new job, new car, and a nice apartment, but didn’t know a soul outside of work.
If my phone rang, I expected to hear a far-away family member or my long-distance boyfriend – still in college. This was a landline; no cellphones yet. Despite being very alone, I was managing well with the excitement of all the new things in my life. I had only lived there about 2 weeks when the unwanted calls started.
The first call: A man’s friendly voice asked what I was doing. I couldn’t place him, and thought maybe it was one of my cousins or uncles. (I have a huge extended family.) I ask his name; he laughs a little, and his tone gets dark, a bit angry. He says, “You know exactly who this is, Darlin’.”
I pause, deciding if this guy simply called the wrong number or is a creep. I choose the former, laugh, and politely tell him he has the wrong number. He then recites my brand-new unlisted/unpublished phone number AND my name. WTF?! An intense chill races through me. I’ve only given my new number to my parents, sister, boyfriend, apartment manager, and employer. I’m new to this city and this lovely southern state.
He does NOT like it when I tell him he called the wrong number, and starts yelling at me, then tells me in a much calmer voice the many vulgar things he’s going to do to me. I hang up and brush it off. He calls again around 1:00 AM; I tell him to f** himself and hang up. He keeps calling, so I unplug the phone and return to sleep.
However, as days go by the calls continue, and escalate. He starts mentioning personal things about me… said he liked the white quilt on my bed, knew what was in my fridge, that he’s allergic to cats (I had one) and then asked me if I was in love with Mari.
As I listened to his words, I was standing in my kitchen looking at the calendar taped to the fridge. It had “Mari” written in pink on the 17th with a heart around it, because Mari is my sister and the 17th is her birthday. I started shaking and crying, because suddenly I realized this creep has been in my apartment! I was alone, with no friends or family to run to for the night. It was me versus a creepy mystery man.
I didn’t sleep much that night. Early the next morning, I talk to the apartment complex manager before heading to work, telling her what happened and that I want the locks changed that day. She gets a weird look on her face, and after a long pause, says SHE KNOWS WHO HAS BEEN IN MY APARTMENT, and that “it won’t happen again.” WHAAAT???
Turns out she had a creepy, rapey maintenance guy who noticed a young woman moving into an apartment alone, and thought I was his new pet. She had the locks changed immediately, and promised that she would personally keep the other key.
Although the calls stopped, I was paranoid for a year as I came and went from my apartment, because I never even knew what this guy looked like. I moved out the moment my lease was up.
Only after thinking about it years later did I realize that her weird expression likely meant that it had happened before. Plus, she didn’t even fire him. I regret not calling the cops; I was young and naive.
— runandkickgirl
6. Creepy man who drugged female friend stalked us with a metal pipe
I am sometimes too nice to my friends. I tend to do favors for my friends even if they seem pretty ridiculous as long as it’s not terribly out of my way. Most of the time it’s “halp I’m drunk and need a ride home.”
Well one night at like 1:30AM I get the call, a very very drunk friend of mine, Claire, is begging me to come pick her up and give her a ride home soon, the bar is closing soon and she’s too drunk to drive home. The bar she is at isn’t too far from my house, about a 10-15 minute drive, but the issue is that she lives like 35-45 minutes on the other side of town. Claire has been extremely nice to me in the past and I did owe her a solid so at about 10 to 2, I grab my keys, and my concealed carry, and leave the house.
I get to the bar at around 5 past 2, and she’s sitting outside on a bench by the doorman. I pull into the parking lot, which was pretty empty since the bar is closed and I assumed that the cars remaining were the workers who had yet to leave.
I get out of the car and start walking to Claire who is kinda slumped over. I was hoping she wasn’t passed out drunk, and when I got to her, the doorman asked me if I was her ride, lmnthrowaway222. I told him yes, showed my ID for proof, and what he said next was of some concern. He kind of pulls me in and says (I’ll leave out where I interjected, and just write what he said),
“Hey, I was supposed to leave when we closed but I have a strong feeling your friend was roofied. She’s been on the porch drinking all night and some guy kept hovering around her. I assumed it was a boyfriend or whatever but she never turned to talk to the guy. She was either drinking or chatting with other girls around her. Well anyways, she chugged her last drink, came up to me and told me you would be coming to pick her up, and she asked me if she could sit by me, she told me she felt very dizzy and sick. I told her ‘sure’ hoping she just drank too much and she passed out right after she sat down. After that I couldn’t see that guy anymore but I didn’t want to take any chances.”
So visibly concerned, I thanked the guy profusely. And he even helps me carry Claire to my car. Mid way to carrying her, she’s kind of coming to, like someone just waking up after a surgery. That really groggy, not knowing where they are, talking of nonsense kind of talking. I don’t remember exactly what she was talking about, but I’m sure if I wasn’t on high alert about her possibly being drugged, it was some funny shit.
So we get her buckled in, I thank the guy again and he just says he hopes she gets home safe. So now, hoping my friend is only stupid drunk and not drugged, I start driving to her house. The whole time I’m trying to keep an eye on her, and an eye on the road. She’s now snoring asleep, which puts me at ease a bit. But, about half way to her house, my fuel light comes on. Cursing the fuel economy of a sports car, I pull into the next gas station.
It’s one of those small gas stations that doesn’t have 24 hour store. So I’m on extra high alert while I start to pump gas. The Gas Station is about a block from the freeway, and right at the corner of the intersection. The street itself is pretty dark, with lonely lamp posts shining very pitiful lights at large intervals. I get that really dead feeling, like this place is just abandoned.
To give an idea of positioning(because this is important); The gas Station is at the corner of the intersection, the Store front would be facing ‘South’ and we were right in front of it where the pumps were. The ‘East’ would be where there are the air pumps and tires and parking spaces and the ‘North’ would be a diesel fuel pump right behind the store accessible from the street behind the gas station.
I drive a corvette so the filler is on the rear end of the car, and I’m leaning against the rear looking around. To me left I hear this weird metallic scraping sound. So I turn and see this guy, about 15-20 feet from me, come around the corner dragging a long metal pipe on the ground.
I immediately sense that I’m in a possibly dangerous situation now, the guy looks almost possessed but he’s not looking at me, rather like he’s trying to look into my car.
I’m on the defensive, but hope I can get him to leave so I call out, “Hey, everything alright?”
Without looking at me he answers back, “You took my girlfriend from me, I’m here to take her back.”
Now he turns to look at me and he’s got blood in his eyes. Before he begins to take a step though, I start yelling, hoping it’ll get him to back off. I’m a little over 6 feet tall and not exactly skinny, but not exactly bulky either, but I have a really deep voice.
“Back the fuck off, turn around and leave and no one has to get hurt!”
He takes a step towards me, clearly unimpressed. So almost automatically, I pull my handgun from my inside-the-waistband holster and draw a bead on him.
“BACK THE FUCK OFF, YOU DON’T HAVE TO DIE!” I start yelling louder. Pretty sure my voice cracked because A. I’m scared shitless. No amount of self defense classes and time at the range prepares you emotionally for this kind of situation. B. Even though I carry, I’m really against violence and killing someone is not something I want to do. C. Did I mention I’m fucking scared?
Anyway, in a panic the fucker throws the pipe at me. It whizzes by (thankfully not towards my car but to my right) and I dive behind my car for cover (I have no idea if he has a gun himself or what, but I was going to put some kind of cover between me and him) and by the time I kneel up and aim over the rear of my car, he’s booked it. I hear a car door slam and tires screech, and he launches off the curb on the ‘East’ side of the lot and is tearing down the road, swaying all over the place.
In a my own panicked hurry, I pull the pump out of the car, screw the cap on, and tear out of there myself. Claire, however is still passed out in my car, and now I’m afraid because I’m convinced she’d been drugged and we were followed by that guy. Me being more concerned about her earlier and keeping on the road, I must not have noticed being followed.
The whole way back to her house I’m wary of any car that’s behind me. I’m also driving very aggressively (read: speeding like a jack ass) and when I get to Claire’s neighborhood, I circle a separate block that’s not hers 4 times to make sure no one followed me.
When I was satisfied thinking I wasn’t being followed anymore I pulled up to her house and tried to shake her awake. She’s doing that groggy waking up stuff from before, but now she’s able to get up. I’m able to walk her (thankfully, I was worried I was going to have to call an ambulance if she didn’t wake up) and I get her keys from her bag.
I managed to walk her inside, and this point she’s kind of coming around, asking me what’s going on, where she is, etc. I tell her she’s home and get her to lie down. She’s completely lost looking, and her eyes start welling up. She clings to me and starts sobbing, she’s still very out of it but I’m guessing she realizes something bad was going on or attempted on her.
I was able to get her to lie down, and she get her to sleep. I write a note for her which pretty much said “hey I’ll be in the next room, we’re going to the hospital in the morning to get you checked out.”
Fast forward to the morning, she’s sick as a dog, and after she expelled some demons from her stomach, I drove her to the hospital where she got tested and treated.
I still shudder to think what might have happened had I not had my CCW with me. I do know martial arts, but that’s not something I want to take against a crazy person with a pipe. Claire still doesn’t remember much from the night except calling me and wanting to sit next to the doorman.
My advice for your guys on this sub, either be with friends you trust when you go out or at least be vigilant if you’re by yourself. That night could have ended badly in a thousand different ways but thankfully even luckily, everyone made it out safe.
— lmnthrowaway222
7. Customer tried to kidnap me after my shift
For reference, I am a 20 year old Hooters girl and encounter creepy guys all the time but never likes this. I occasionally get asked for my number and to go on dates by older men but always politely turn them down without really upsetting anyone. (Anyone who says anything perverted or uncomfortable gets kicked out by the way so thats a rare occurrence.)
I was working the night shift the other night and had a forty something year old man sit at my table by himself. I greeted him the same way I greet all customers; lots of smiling, laugh at their jokes, ask about his/her day etc. He was really irritated and didn’t seem to want to talk to me at all, so I assumed he was there to eat and go without all the chatting customers expect from the waitresses.
I offered a box and dessert at the end of his meal, but he just paid and got up to leave. When I brought back his change, he grabbed my arm and pulled me close and said “I want you so badly,” before letting go and walking out the door. I was so uncomfortable that I just stood there until he left. This was around 8 p.m., so I told the other girls then got over it.
We close at midnight on weekdays so by the time I was ready to go, it was about 1:30a.m. I carry a stun gun in my bag and normally have someone walk me to my car, but it was so late that nearly everyone had already left and those that were still there were busy trying to clean up so they could leave. I had parked right in front of the doors leaving my car only five feet away, so I decided to quickly get in my car without being walked.
I always lock my doors out of habit and went to check my phone which was dead. I have one of those crappy chargers in my car that only charge at a certain angle and was trying to get my phone to charge when a truck pulled up behind me blocking me in. I couldn’t pull forward because the restaurant was in front of me, and I couldn’t back up because of this truck. At first I thought it was my roommate who will sometimes come check on me if I get home too late to make sure I’m okay. It was a silver truck which is what my roommate drives, but when I turned to look at it, it was a different model which made my heart sink.
This person then proceeded to honk their horn at me over and over for a good five minutes trying to get me out of my car. When I refused because momma didn’t raise an idiot, he pulled up next to me, started knocking on my window and yelled at me to get out of my car. It was the same guy that was at my table five hours earlier. My phone wouldn’t turn on, so I switched into reverse and fast and furioused my way out of the parking lot. He started following me with his truck, so I ran a red light and started speeding. He stopped at the light, and I drove for a bit before going home in case he caught up and tried following me to my house.
I checked my car when I got home in case he hit my car and was trying to let me know, but I didn’t see any marks. I don’t know whether he was trying to rob me or kidnap me, but creepy man who waited five hours in the parking lot for me, I really hope we never meet again.
— feedingtheheartless
8. Once you read this, you’ll never want to make new friends…
Ok so a little info about me I’m 21 now this happened 5 years ago when I just started my job as a scaffolders labourer after recently leaving school I’m from a small city in the north of England on the border of Scotland bit of a nowhere place really
So anyways I started my job and as any young lad I was eager to make friends at my new work place and sure enough I did his name was jay he was a couple years older than me and we hit it off really well so after a few weeks he ended up coming round to my house where I lived with my Mam and younger sister (she was 13) in a bungalow (single story house)
Everyone liked jay he started to become a permanent fixture round the house he would normally pop round and I would go round his place a lot after a while my sister and Mam started to notice things going missing normally underwear but no one thought much of it as things often get misplaced.
In the next few weeks things got creepier my sister screamed out one night that there was someone outside watching her so I raced outside with my Mam to find no one there but we where all majorly creeped out we rang the police but they just advised to close all the curtains and lock al windows and doors after that we went and stayed at my grandmothers house for a few days until we all calmed down a bit
So we had been back at our home had cctv installed and the works jay helped us put it all up and he was a great help to be honest more than happy to help us feel safe in our home again
So a few weeks have passed the past incidents have been pushed to the back of our minds as best we could (it’s not healthy to torture yourself) I went outside one morning to find some footprints in the mud we went back and checked the cctv and the creepy fuck who ever it was managed to get in and out the only way cameras where not facing (I know we should have put all the facts together )
So once again we where creeped out and all a bit on edge that very same night my sister seen someone in the garden again and screened we rushed to her and I caught a glimpse of the guy we rang the police again they arrived 45 mins later ( absolutely terrible response time ) they did a check of the garden and found a phone
They brought it inside to see if it was one of ours..it wasn’t but we all recognised it to be jays the police later arrested him and upon a search of his home they found a box in his attic with my sisters and mothers underwear and lots of pictures mainly of my sister but some of my Mam he ended up being jailed for 2 years and he moved away after it
So I guess the moral of this story is don’t trust everyone.
— ScaffoldingMonkey
9. Forced to kiss a man to escape his disgusting clasp
I was always a very introverted girl, And all of my close friends were over the internet. And I was dating (and still am) a lovely young man from Scotland. I lived in the South of a England at the time, and after 5 months of dating ldr I’d finally get to meet him in person. I knew he was a legitimate person, but being the anxious ball of nerves I am, I made sure to do it in a very public place. He was exactly who I knew him as, and was not the one who tried to kidnap me on that day.
He had to catch the train back to London where he was staying late that evening, and I, knowing the area like the back of my hand and having walked around it thousands of times before at much younger ages, walked HIM back to the train station, and said my very tearful goodbyes to the boy I loved. I left, crying, not knowing when I’d see him again, and made my way toward the bus stop that’d take me home. That was, until a very tall Indian man (About 6″, Roughly in his 40s) came up to me as I was crossing the street, and hugged me.
Now, I was beside myself with sorrow at my love’s departure, and the hug made me cry even more, despite all the red flags going off in my head. People in this area had been known to be quite friendly, even with strangers, and I just had to pray he was one of them. He took my hands and held my wrists so I could not walk away. I began to panic at this point, too weak to break the mans hold on me, too choked up to call for help. He asked me what was wrong and told me “A sweetheart like you shouldn’t be on the streets crying. Come with me, I can make it all better.” I immediately declined, saying that I had just had to say goodbye to my boyfriend (big mistake to tell the man I was definitely alone, I know now.) and that I just wanted to go home.
He wouldn’t let go of my wrists after that, and tightened his grip to a painful amount. He told me he would give me things that would make me feel better, and that I needed to come with him. I continuously declined, praying someone would walk down that street (usually very busy, but not at 8pm when the shops in that area are all closed.) and to my luck, nobody did. The man eventually started demanding that I give him a kiss and he’d let me go. Keep in mind, I had only just had my first kiss with the boy I loved earlier that day… and now I was being made to kiss this disgusting man, or else who knows what would’ve happened to me. I did, as much as I hated it with every bone in my body, and he did let me go, to my surprise.
I hurried away from him and ran as fast as I could to the bus stop, immediately calling my boyfriend and telling him what happened. He still beats himself up to this day about it, saying he should’ve made sure I got home safe first. I always tell him there was no way he could’ve known that would happen, and having walked that route so many times in the past I didn’t think that something like that would ever happen to me.
It still troubles me to this day, and I’m still very nervous going anywhere alone. Granted, I use the event as a comedic point towards the common statement “Never meet strangers off the internet.” But the whole ordeal definitely makes me very uncomfortable still.
— Sparkei
10. High AF people driving up and down our rural street
So, about four years ago my husband and I decided to do some work on out house. The first thing we decided to do was fix our front steps. We had worked on them all day and as it go dark we sat up some shop lights and went inside to eat dinner. My sister, her husband, and my baby niece were all living with us at thee time.
We ate dinner and myself and my brother in law stepped out on the porch to smoke. The neighbors across from us ( we live in a very rural area on a mountain) were on vacation. We see this car pull up at their house and just sit there for a while. The car only had one head light which I noticed right away. After a few minutes and nobody getting out the pulled out and left.
So about five minutes pass and we are still on the porch this car comes back and pulls in my driveway. This scruffy, nasty, bearded man gets out and so does his wife who was twacked out on God knows what.
They come to the porch and ask if we have seen an explorer for sale. We say no and they proceed to tell us that they had directions but left them at the motel they were staying in.
I asked if he remembered their name or even some of the directions. He says they said to turn RIGHT off of the exit, which we live left of the exit. I told him this and he says..maybe it said left. Ok, maybe so. So I asked what the vehicle looks like, he says he don’t know.
Meanwhile his wife is telling me about her house which is in the same twon as the motel they are staying in. She is telling me all about it which makes me wonder why they are staying in a motel so I asked. She looks at me weird and says they aren’t staying anywhere but home.
As she is talking I see someone in the car light a lighter and see two more people in the car. At this point nothing they say makes any sense and she is high as hell. She keeps glancing into my sunroom when she thinks nobody is looking at her.
After a few minutes my husband walks outside with his pistol in his hand and asked if he could help them. When they see this the ones in the car open the door and yell at these two to come on. They say thanks and walk really fast back to the car.
For the next hour we watch them drive back and forth up and down the road. A few days after this our neighbors house was broken into and a few things were stolen. A pistol being one. I have to wonder if they were casing my house and maybe thought it was just me and my brother in law here. I haven’t seen the car since then and hope I don’t again. I told the police about them and they said they would check it out but nothing ever came of it.
— parrott_ashley
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