r/creepyencounters

This happened to one of my friends a few years ago.

She used to walk from her school to the nearest metro station every evening with one of her classmates. The route was always the same—a narrow lane that connected the school to the station. By the time they left school, it was usually getting dark. The lane had a few street lamps, but it was still pretty dim.

One evening, they were walking as usual, chatting and gossiping, when something strange happened.

Out of nowhere, as if she had appeared from the darkness itself, a middle-aged woman suddenly stepped in front of them. My friend was startled because she hadn't seen anyone there just a second earlier.

Standing a little behind the woman was a younger girl wearing a kurti with a short tomboy-style haircut. She didn't say a single word.

The older woman said something, but my friend couldn't hear her clearly. Seeing their confused expressions, the woman asked, "Didn't you hear me?"

Then she repeated herself.

"Can you hook my blouse? I can't do it myself."

My friend immediately felt that something was off. The situation just didn't feel right.

Her classmate, however, thought the woman genuinely needed help and was about to assist her.

That's when the woman added, "Not here... come to my house."

At that point, every alarm bell in my friend's head went off.

Without saying another word, she grabbed her friend's hand tightly and practically dragged her toward the metro station. They didn't look back.

After telling their parents what had happened, they were never allowed to walk that route alone again. From then on, either their mother or father would accompany them to and from the metro station.

To this day, we still don't know if the woman was actually harmless or if something much worse could have happened. But looking back, following a stranger to their house over something as simple as hooking a blouse sounds like one of the biggest red flags imaginable.It has always made me wonder whether the woman genuinely needed help or whether it was an excuse to lure two schoolgirls somewhere isolated. Either way, leaving with her would have been a huge risk.

Do you think this was a genuine help in need or something worse?!!

This happened a couple of weeks ago, and I haven’t really talked to anyone about it because I’m still not sure what to make of it.

My husband, our toddler, and I had just parked at a Publix in Florida. During the drive, my daughter had been crying, so before going into the store I wanted to check if she had pooped.

I got out of the passenger seat, walked to the trunk to grab the diaper bag, and then went to the back passenger-side door (the side opposite her car seat). I got into the back seat so I could reach across to unbuckle her and checked her diaper.

While I was doing that, I noticed movement out of the corner of my eye. A man was sprinting through the parking lot directly toward the back of our vehicle. He wasn’t casually walking. He was running fast.

Just as he got close to our car, he suddenly stopped. It wasn’t like he slowed down naturally, it was an abrupt stop. He then looked across the parking lot aisle toward another man who was standing near the front of our vehicle.

I don’t know if they knew each other, but from where I was, it looked like they were communicating or acknowledging each other somehow. I also don’t think they realized my husband was still sitting in the driver’s seat because our windows had tint.

My husband saw the man running toward our car too. As soon as he noticed what was happening, he immediately drove away. We didn’t stick around to see what happened next because we both had the same gut feeling that something wasn’t right.

I know there could be completely innocent explanations for what we saw, but the timing, the way one man sprinted toward our vehicle and then abruptly stopped when he reached it, and the presence of another man near the front of our car all felt strange enough that we decided to leave immediately.

Has anyone experienced something similar? Do you think we overreacted, or would you have left too?

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Possibly being followed by a customer

This could be an overreaction and I may be reading too much into it, but I’m still pretty creeped out.

So I (26 F) work as a bartender at a dive bar and have for awhile. There’s a guy who comes in every few weeks and has for maybe three years, but I do not know him really. When he first started to come in on my day shifts years ago he would come right up to the bar and only get a glass of water. He’s never ordered any food or drinks, I don’t think he even drinks alcohol at all actually.

At first we’d chit chat seeing as it’s pretty slow during the days and yes he was bit awkward and strange but I never found him threatening. He did make me uncomfortable at one point by telling me that he was a musician and that I needed to come to his apartment which was right behind my work to listen to his music. I turned him down and told him I had a boyfriend but he was pretty insistent and borderline aggressive about it.

He leaves and from that point forward for the next few months whenever he came in while I was working I would go straight to the back and hide until he left.

He never spent money anyways so my boss wasn’t worried about him being upset I wasn’t serving him. Keep in mind on these shifts I am working completely alone.

Anyways so for the next 3 years up until now I see him on and off anywhere from every few weeks to every other month or so. Except the only thing is whenever he comes in he walks a few steps into the building, stops at about the halfway mark to the actual bar, looks around and spots me and waits until it seems like it’s for me to see him, then walks right back out. Never talks to anybody, never stays to order anything.

Whatever. I never think much of it. I figure maybe he’s pissed I rejected him and never wants to be served by me.

Fast forward to about two weeks ago. I work the day shift. I get off at about 8 pm. I go straight home. My roommate and I then go to dinner, then we go to the bar right in front of our apartment that we frequent to have a couple drinks.

We’re there maybe 5 minutes and in walks the guy. All he does is walk past my roommate and I, walks around the very small building, then walks right back outside and doesn’t come back. Didn’t talk to anybody or order anything. I ask the bartender if she knows the guy and she said no and that she hadn’t ever seen him before.

Another weird detail is this bar is all the way across town from my job, so 25-30 minutes away. I tried to brush off the weirdness of it.

Then this past Thursday night I was working the closing shift. It was about midnight and pretty busy. I went to the back to grab something. As I’m walking back out from the kitchen I see him. He’s at the furthermost inside point of the building, right next to the end of the bar. I’ve never seen him walk so far into the building before.

As soon as he sees me walk out from the kitchen he turns on his heel and leaves immediately. I think he was confused at first as to why he didn’t see me behind the bar and was walking around to see where I was.

At this point I mention the entire situation to my boyfriend. He’s immediately concerned and tells me I need to start letting my coworkers and boss be aware of the situation as it could be something.

I ask my coworkers about this guy, even show them pictures of him from the security camera footage. Not a single coworker recognizes him or has seen him before on their shifts. I then ask my regulars, seeing as maybe he’s coming in possibly to buy drugs (we have a couple of regulars who sell, it is a dive bar after all) or maybe he’s there to meet up with somebody.

Absolutely NOBODY knows this guy or has ever talked to him which is strange because it’s the kind of hole in the wall dive where everybody knows everybody. Think Cheers. But a couple of regulars say they have noticed him before coming in only on my shifts just to walk around and look around for a second before immediately leaving.

It could all be a big coincidence and I’m overthinking. I’m just a little nervous seeing him at that bar right in front of my apartment 10+ miles away from my job because I’m worried he may have followed me from work that day and I did go home first so I’m a little concerned he may know where I live.

So, Basically I had just taken a bath and as soon as I stepped out of the bathroom I heard someone knock on the door Usually before opening the door i ask "Who is it?" but for some reason ididn't this time When I opened the door there was a guy standing there he muttered something so I asked him what he said he muttered something again and I asked What?? He replied Chanda chahiye (I need a donation)

I don't know what it was but my instincts kicked in and I tried to shut the door but man he blocked the door with his foot so I couldn't close it I got scared asf i used 100% of my force to shut the door but it wouldn't budge so I opened the door just a tiny bit more to get a better angle to push it harder and I somehow managed to slam it shut Thank God! 😭

But it wasn't over just a minute after I closed the door he started knocking even harder and yelled chanda chahiye darwaja khol (I want a donation open the door) I screamed back nahi hai jao yahan se ( i don't have any go away from here)😭🙏🏾🙏🏾

A bit of backstory.

When I was little my dad moved away about a 2 hour flight away.

A few years later, he invited me to spend a weekend with him after he competed in a championship. My mom dropped me off, and I waited until around six o'clock for him to finish. After that, we drove to a overnight stay. The plan was simple: have a barbecue, catch up with his old high school friends, and stay the night.

When we got there, everyone was already setting up around the grill overlooking a dense stretch of bush. The lodge was surrounded by fences and electric fencing, so it felt isolated but safe.

There were five of us around the fire.

My dad.

Three of his old friends.

And one man I had never met before.

He looked... wrong.

Not in an obvious way. He just looked like someone who had been living on the streets for years. His beard was messy, his clothes were worn, and he never took off this faded greenish-gray beanie.

Nobody seemed bothered by him, so I figured he was just another one of Dad's old friends.

The night went on normally.

We laughed, ate far too much meat, and listened to stories about the stupid things they'd done back in high school.

Eventually people started heading to bed.

First my dad.

Then one of the other men.

Eventually it was just me, an older man everyone called "Uncle", and the guy in the green beanie.

The older man stretched and looked at his watch.

"That's me for the night," he said. "Goodnight."

I wished him goodnight, and he disappeared into his room.

That left me alone with the beanie guy.

A minute later, he quietly stood up and walked down a set of stairs leading toward the darkness beyond the barbecue area. I'd been down there earlier looking for the bathroom. It was pitch black once you left the lights.

He disappeared into it.

I sat on my phone for about five minutes.

Then I heard footsteps.

He came back up the stairs.

Something about him had changed.

He walked differently.

His posture was stiffer.

He sat directly across the fire from me without saying anything.

Then he looked at me.

Not at me...

Through me.

Like he was studying something behind my eyes.

After what felt like forever, he finally spoke.

"Are you normally this human?"

I laughed nervously.

"What?"

He tilted his head.

"Are you normally this human?"

His voice never changed. No emotion. No curiosity. Just... flat.

Every instinct I had told me to leave.

I stood up.

"I'm heading to bed."

For the first time all night, he looked confused.

Almost like he didn't understand what sleeping was.

I turned and walked away as fast as I could without running.

I couldn't help myself.

I looked back.

He hadn't moved.

He was still staring at me.

I broke into a run.

I reached the room my dad and the older man were sharing, locked the sliding glass door behind me, and pulled the curtains shut.

Then I remembered something.

Earlier that evening I'd noticed another door inside the room. It connected to the rest of the lodge and the other rooms.

The lock didn't work properly.

I quietly stacked our bags in front of it so I'd hear if anyone opened it.

I climbed into bed.

Then...

A knock.

Soft.

Three slow taps on the glass door.

I froze.

Another knock.

Then a voice.

"Open the door, little one."

Silence.

Then...

"I know you're in there."

The handle moved.

Once.

Twice.

Then whoever it was stopped.

A few seconds later I heard footsteps walking away across the patio.

I grabbed my phone and tried calling the police.

No signal.

I sat there staring at the connecting door.

Minutes passed.

Then I heard it.

A slow creak.

The door moved.

Just enough to make the bags shift.

Something reached around the edge of the doorway.

The fingers were impossibly long.

Far longer than they should have been.

Then two dark, hollow eyes slowly peeked around the corner.

They never blinked.

Neither did I.

I don't remember how long we stared at each other.

Eventually the hallway was empty.

I don't remember falling asleep.

The next thing I knew, sunlight was pushing through the curtains.

The bags I'd stacked against the connecting door were exactly where I'd left them.

Untouched.

For a moment, I convinced myself I'd imagined everything.

Then I looked down.

There were muddy footprints on the floor.

They started at the locked sliding door.

They crossed the room.

And stopped beside my bed.

There were no footprints leading away.

I woke my dad immediately.

He thought I was joking until he saw them himself.

The beanie guy was gone.

His room was empty.

His bag had disappeared.

Nobody remembered seeing him leave.

When we asked the owner of Tyger Valley Lodge about him, she frowned.

"The man with the green beanie?" she asked.

We nodded.

She looked genuinely confused.

"I never saw anyone like that check in."

My dad insisted the man had been sitting with us around the fire all evening.

She simply shook her head.

We left not long afterward.

I tried convincing myself I'd misunderstood what happened.

Years passed.

Last weekend I visited my dad again.

We were looking through an old box of photographs from that trip when I found one someone had taken around the fire that night.

There was my dad.

His friends.

Me.

And one empty chair.

I checked another photo.

Then another.

Every single picture showed the exact same thing.

An empty chair where we all remembered the man in the green beanie sitting.

I called my dad immediately.

Before I could say a word, he interrupted me.

"Don't."

His voice was shaking.

"I had the dream again."

"What dream?"

"The one where something comes out of the trees wearing my friend's face."

I couldn't speak.

After several seconds, he whispered something I'll never forget.

"It wasn't pretending to be him."

"It was practicing."

Ever since then, I can't watch someone walk into the woods alone.

If they come back...

I wait for them to speak first.

Because if they look at me and ask,

"Am I still... human enough?"

I'm terrified they'll already know the answer.

I am currently staying in a hotel for a few days. It’s a relatively safe area, most of the people here have seen some rough things but are genuinely trying to make the best of it. As am I.

I am a habitual smoker, and due to my rough last few days, I could not sleep. I sat in my car for awhile, but joined some folks who were also sitting outside and smoking, so I wouldn’t have to walk as far.

We didn’t talk, just stared at our phones, but it was fine. At one point, I looked up and everyone else was gone. Cool, bench space! I sat down with my cigarette and got on my phone.

Now, due to the nature of the hotel, there are a lot of people coming and going at all hours. I personally arrived at 4am and waited in the parking lot for the desk to open, so I saw a lot of folks who were early risers, too. Just families, workers, normal people.

But as I’m sitting there on my phone, I hear click-clacking behind me. I assumed it was someone getting out of a quiet car or in heels or something.

Nope. There’s a dude standing under one of the parking lot lights, wearing a fucking bowler hat and suspenders, looking at me while in what I can only describe as a Skyrim walk pose in transition to standing. Then he took a step forward, moving one of his arms up. I don’t know if he snapped or had some kind of noise maker, but it sounded like he was wearing tap shoes and clicking something in his hand.

He was far enough away to not be an immediate problem, but I tossed my cigarette in the cig bin and speedwalked right back through the front door and down the hall, checking behind me the whole way to ensure he didn’t follow me in. The front desk was empty, and most folks are asleep, so I wanted to be sure I was alone.

That was completely fucked. No I did not stop to take a picture. I know this is straight out of a creepypasta or short horror film but this was real and happened maybe ten minutes ago.

However, I locked all the locks on my room, shut the drapes, and I have my attack cat with me. I will be okay. Just honestly: what the actual fuck?

I don’t know if I was overthinking or if my gut was right. It was the last day of high school exams the most important day for our future here (in our system or cluture, (and i don't care much about it) and I’d spent the whole night awake studying, so I was already on edge

My day started weird, On the public bus an old man sat next to me (bus was crowded so it's normal to sit beside me not targeted) he was barely breathing in the beginning and the first thing I caught was a micro smile when he got on the bus and saw me then halfway through the ride, he was doing something scratching his genitals left and right multiple times it was uncomfortable, so I got to my destination and left tho he wasn’t the main encounter

The real thing happened after the exam i was feeling confident but also really mad because the test was unusually hard as I crossed the road, a man in a Land Cruiser shouted to get my attention and gestured for me to come over

Because my hearing and eyesight aren't great i’m always cautious.

What made my alarms go off immediately was his car ,it was parked on thh other side of the school, and the tires were angled to leave like he was ready to bolt and there was no other cars infornt of his he was on front or first car i couldn’t hear if the engine was on but the positioning just felt wrong

I approached him but I made sure to stand by the driver’s window where it was exposed to the public and other moving cars he was in his mid 40s or 50s wearing traditional clothes and glasses that hid his eyes

I asked him why he called me over he asked how the exam was and I said it was hard when I explained why after he said why, he just went quiet like his mind was somewhere else i had to keep talking to fill the silence while I was talking i realized he was staring directly at my mouth and nose area when he realized i noticed he immediately wiped his mouth and nose with his hand and made a weird burst of breath/sound

I started trying to "audit" him because i was getting suspicious

I asked "Do you have a son here?"

He said yeah and pointed at the school

Then he immediately added

"So, what did you have today, chemistry or physics?"

I said physics it felt so weird it’s the final day of the most important exams if he really had a son there he should have known the subject

He didn’t mirror me or look me in the eyes like a normal person would at the end of conversation he kepy looking at the school while I was standing there so i closed the conversation and left,

I took two buses and spent some time elsewhere because i saw a old friend,

Is this guy just a confused parent, or was he "scouting"? Has anyone else dealt with this kind of "glitch" in a conversation? Or just a normal person?

I'm posting this to another community to attempt at gaining more insight to my current dilema.

I barley post or use reddit, I only really have this account because I was bored a few years ago and wanted to take a look at the happenings on here. But I assure you, I am truthful. I am a teenage girl living near Sydney Australia. I live a relatively normal life, two parents and two siblings, private school and I hang out with friends often. My mum is a bit of a control freak and she wanted my room to be rearranged, which I was totally okay with as I don't really mind and arguing with her is pointless. This rearrangement brought on the want of removing the built in wardrobe by the door. Again, I was not too bothered by this. My father went about taking it out, he only really just bashed out the shelves and built a faux floor so it would be level with the rest of my room. My father is a tradesman so he was the best of us to go about this. Though when he was working on the top of the wardrobe he knocked a hole in the ceiling above where my bed and dresser are currently.
There is one medium sized hole above my dresser and four long, thin ones above my bed. Something about them throws me off. I am not a naturally anxious person, I rarely get anxiety outside of social anxiety so it is unlike me to get so irked by just some holes.
The attic is above the entire house, though most of it is inaccessible due to insulation unless you army crawl through it. I used to do this when I was much younger, thus smaller, so I'm not sure if someone full grown would be able to fit. Half of the section above my room, the space above my bed, is somewhat accessible though it would be difficult and quite uncomfortable as that is where the roof begins to slope. The other section, where the holes are not, is completely full of insulation.
At night I find myself looking up at the ceiling above my head and feeling untrusting. In the dark sometimes I see movement (the attic is very stuffy and has little to no ventilation, wind is not likely) and a few times I've thought that I could see the whites of somethings (someones?) eye/s.
I don't get dressed by my dresser anymore, instead I change infront of my wardrobe, which is a few metres away. I suppose whatever may or may not be up there would still be able to see me if they tried hard enough to change the angle of which they where looking.
I've been in the attic a few times since this started to get things for my family that are up there. The attic has always been scary as I've never been fond of the dark and not knowing my surroundings but recently I've looked closer. Some large boxes and suitcases haver been moved from one side of the attic to the other, building a sort of wall between the main cavity and the section that is above my room. I was hesitant to check so I asked my brother to by playing it off and saying that dad needed his old sailing boots (of which he does not own anymore so I knew he would have to look thoroughly). He didn't find anything behind the boxes except some one baby clothes of mine that must have fallen from a box and been kicked in that direction over the years. At least, thats what I'm hoping to be true.
Please help me, I think I'm starting to loose it. I'm sitting in my room right now and I can feel eyes on me. I feel like something is watching me.
Again, perhaps I am just paranoid or maybe it's just rats or mice or something of the sort.

Edit as I realised I may come across as someone older, I am a teenager. I am aware I have an older style of writing and a large vocabulary. I realise that it may make me come across as disingenuous. I assure you I am not. All I need is help.

Thank you for reading.

So, I was walking home from the grocery story (no devices on me), I make it to my neighbourhood when I notice a car behind me, going very slowly, like genuinely extremely slow.

I think nothing of it until it keeps a steady pace behind me. Mind you, I'm also walking slowly and if it's a car it should still be able to at least surpass me but no, he keeps a trail behind me.

I'm starting to get paranoid and my house is getting nearer so I just stop outside someone elses house for a while, hoping that car would surpass me.

anyway, he parks outside a house. I feel relieved and start to walk ahead once more, then, he backs away from that house and continues to follow me.

At this point I'm scared out of my mind, I notice a couple of neighbourhood kids ahead and increase my velocity. He then looks directly at me and says something inaudible,

I actually sprinted away insanely quickly in that moment and went straight to my house without looking back. Now I'm afraid he knows where I live.

(btw it was a middle aged man, I was extremely stupid at that moment and didn't memorize his license plate and I'm telling you that man had such creepy, and dead eyes, I got chills all over. )

Don't correct me on what I should have done. I want advice on future precautions. I mean, what if he breaks in??

ps i dont live in the west and im a minor + a home security system is out of the question

Yes I told my mom, she brushed me off and just told me to pray to God (lmao)

I don't know it this guy was dangerous or not. About a year ago, I met this guy on the bus, let's call him David, while going to hang out with a friend of mine. I was at the bus stop in my village.

At first, he just asked me if the bus had already passed or not. Told him no then made it very clear I didn't wanna talk, headphones on, watching my phone... But he started talking to me again and told me he was trying to make more friends in the village. I said okay but didn't engage much at first, he was the one doing most of the talking. And I started talking too. He asked me to sit together on the bus and I said yes.

During the bus ride, he told me about how he created a little robot to bring him drinks, which I didn't think much of, because you buy a remote controled roomba, stick a mini fridge on top of it, connect the fridge to the Roomba's battery so it stays cool and boom. But then, he asks me what's my sexuality, to which I responded "mostly lesbian". And only after I told him I was lesbian did he tell me he was gay too. And he claimed he was currently in an argument with his boyfriend because he found him fucking his big sister in the bathroom. But then, he told me his sister was a girl I used to be friend with in middle school, and knowing that girl, she wouldn't have done that. But I just keep talking with him. He kept on trying to force eye contact (i hate eye contact) and read me like an open book. See, when I am uncomfortable, I do that thing were I straighten up and do a little laugh, which has even fooled my closest friends into thinking I was not uncomfortable. But he would just stare at me and say "Don't be uncomfortable" or "that was an uncomfortable laugh right there".

We arrive in the city and he asks me if I can come with him because he is gonna try to ask people for cigarettes. After a bunch of "no" from people that he read me ("this one was doing this, he was uneasy", "this one was doing that, she was doubting"), he gets one, and we go back to the city's bus stop where my friend was supposed to pick me up. And when she was introduced to David, she looked at him weird but did not mention it since. We did call on snapchat like 2 days after meeting, but I cut the conversation short by pretending I was going to my grandparents', the only thing that came out of the call was his ugly ass drawing. And all the beer cans in his room.

A few days later, I get on the bus at the city's bus stop because I was studying at the university, and he happens to be on the bus. He tells me he broke up with his boyfriend and discovered he was bisexual and has a girlfriend. I didn't think much of it, until I realized he was lying with every breath he took. How? He told me he was the son of Tony Stark. Not RDJ, Tony Stark. And I looked at him and asked him "the french voice actor of Tony Stark?" (Cuz we french), to which he corrects himself by saying "yeah yeah, and he left my mom, he's a deadbeat dad".

David said that his girlfriend would be waiting for him at the bus stop. After talking a bit more, I went on to one of my special interests, music, and showed him musicians that were cool in my opinion. And everytime I showed David someone he deemed hot, he moaned. Out loud. IN THE GODDAMN BUS. I felt so dumb, how people looked at us. But then, when I showed him Victoria De Angelis and called her my celebrity crush, he said "she looks like a whore".

He then rested his head on my shoulder because he was "tired" and asked me in a little whispered voice "are you sure you like girls?" That moment still creeps me out today, but I showed him a picture of my crush at the time and he said nothing about it.

When we arrived at our village's bus stop, as expected, there was no "girlfriend" waiting. And David acted confused before asking me "well I don't like to walk home alone after 'Penelope' (fake name for intimacy, her family suffered enough) was murdered, mind walking halfway there with me?". I feel a normal reaction would have been to call your so called girlfriend and ask her why she isn't here when she said she was gonna pick you up, not ask a girl you barely know to walk you home because you are scared since a teenager was murdered??

Now, you gotta follow me on this one. I accepted only because I didn't want him to see me walk away and know the global direction to my house, since the further you go down in town, the least houses there are and the easier it is to figure out my house. So I went with him, because after all, it was only a little walk and then I could go home. Right?

Halfway there, he asked me "mind if we walk up to my house? I'm scared because I have to pass the graveyard where Penelope was murdered to get home." And I was like "sure" because I know my village enough to know how to get to my house from the graveyard, and I know the junkies in the area that I am nice to, so they'll help me if need be. I said yes.

On the way, we pass by one of my friend's house, who used to be best friends with his "sister". And instead of just normally pointing it out, he yelled her name. "CAROLINE!! Oh, she must not be home".

We kept walking and what got to me was that after walking a bit, he said "my mom is gonna love you, and [sister] will be so happy to see you again". I was confused but he continued "and you're gonna love my bedroom, I have a collection of beer cans".

At that point, I understood he wanted me to come inside of his house, and I started stressing. I've only known him for a couple of days and he only asked me to walk halfway to his house with him, then insisted I bring him infront of his house, then insisted I come inside, I saw myself dead already. I was searching for an escape plan, when I saw my next door neighbor, who's child I do tutoring for.

And I was lucky it was the neighbor I knew and was friendly with, and not my other neighbor I don't know of. She started talking to me but looked suspicious of my "friend". After about 5 minutes, he started getting impatient because it was lunch time and he asked me if I was gonna walk him home or walk home with my neighbor, and I answered I was going with my neighbor because it was lunchtime and I was never late so my mom was gonna worry.

He nodded, we said goodbye and walked home while he walked back to his house. My neighbor didn't question it and I never told my mom but I can't help but wonder what would have happened, had I not bumped into a neighbor. Would he have locked me up? Killed me? I'll probably never know. After that, I started ghosting him on snapchat, and once in a while, I get a snap from him that I ignore

He also gave me the strong feeling that he faked emotion. The whole thing felt like and act. It felt flat and performed. I’m a very emotional person, and usually I can hear emotion in people’s voices when they talk about things that matter to them, but with him it felt absent. And it never felt like he was embarassed or remorseful of anything. I do also think he mentionned watching gore at times?

I think I just need reactions and thoughts on it? I just keep overthinking it and wondering what he was gonna do

Let's not meet again.

This happened approx 18 years ago in 2008. I honestly cannot believe it has been that long, typing it.

Me and my good friend decided to go to one of our fave places in Sydney, Australia, a suburb called Newtown. Back then it had a more alternative scene with cool shops, bars and unique finds in Gothic shops. They even used to have a festical called "Under the blue moon" festival. Unfortunately Newtown has completely changed these days.

We were about 17 and 18 years old then.

We were on holidays from school (I was older and in my final year of school being 18 btw)

We had finished up checking out all our usual shops for the day, checked out new places and got some food.

We headed back to the train station where we would get the train home.

Well this is where it got creepy.

It was around 6pm and just getting dark. We were sitting on the platform waiting.

Now, my friend and I dressed kinda alternative then (and still do to a degree) and we both had those spikey wrist cuffs on with fake metal spikes. I should mention my friend and I are both female.

This older man, i would say 60-70? Came and sit near us. We both noticed and kinda eyeballed each other about how close he was, trying to ignore him and chatted to ourselves.

I honestly forget how this old st7arted up- but he suddenly turned to us and said "WeLL YOUNG LADIES, you shouldn't be out at this time- you see there are many weirdos here (clearly not realising we can be weird too) but this was next level.

He continued on, "NOW if you are EVER IN DaNGER YOU Run. RuN and don't look back ever. THE moment YOUUUU LOOK BACK that is when a Creeper gets you BaBY girl" And he then proceeded to kiss my shoulder. Has this guy looked in the mirror? Nope. He clearly is the predetor. I was horrified and I went in flight mode.

He keep babbling on about safety, and then he grabbed my friend's wrist -- where she was wearing her spikey wrist cuff, and he took it off and said "THESE CAN be Used as a weapon ya know?!?! !!!! And he then threw my friends wrist cuff thing on the train tracks. Took it off her wrist and threw it.

We were both like what the actual fuck.

Clearly this guy was on something. I whispered to her let's go to the station guard.. and before we could our train pulled in.

We ran to the end carriage far from the creeper dude as we were scared as fuck that he would follow us onto the train. Luckily he did not. As we rode past him, we flipped him off from inside the carriage but he was muttering to himself by then and did not notice.

We have returned to Newtown many times since. Luckily our creeper dude has never been there again.

And RIP to my friend's spikey wrist cuff.

Creepy "advice" giving guy that kissed my shoulder, Let's not meet again.

It all started when I went to go buy a boat at bluewater yacht sales in Hampton VA, I was scrolling the boat options when a fat man in a suit with a gray beard and brown hair came up to me, his name was “Hank Sibley” he asked “do you need anything, sweet cheeks?” I was instantly weirded out but still I said “yeah, this boat right here. I’d like to buy it” he weirdly grabbed my shoulder and let out a soft chuckle and he said “follow me” I did and we went to filling out paperwork. The second I was about to buy the boat he continued to be weird and I decided to opt out of buying it and got up to leave, he grabbed my shoulder and pushed me in my chair and said “SIT DOWN NOW!!!!” I was so afraid that I got back up and fell over, he began to chase me across the floor attempting to get me to sign the contract to buy the boat but I got up and ran. He chased me out the door but ran out of breath soon after. Once I got home I sat there shaking and crying when suddenly I hear a car pull up, I looked out the window and there he was, Hank. I was so scared that I started hyperventilating on the floor and he came up and rung my doorbell, he just stared, and stared. Once he realized I wasn’t going to answer the door he decided to leave. Every week now he comes back and just stares, but each time he stares for longer and longer. I’ve contacted the police but they do nothing except say “we will look into it” I’m so scared I don’t know what to do, I’m afraid he’s going to hurt me.

My older sister and I missed the school bus one morning. We knew our parents would be upset, so we decided we'd just walk to school instead.

About 15 minutes into the walk, a white pickup truck pulled over beside us. The driver was a white man who looked to be in his early 30s. He was driving in the opposite direction from our school.

He asked if we wanted a ride.

While my sister talked to him, I looked through his open window. I noticed a pistol in the truck, very dark tinted windows, and that he kept insisting we get in even after we hesitated. At the same time, a young woman in another car had started recording the interaction.

To my surprise, my sister started taking off her backpack like she was actually going to get in.

I grabbed her arm, pulled her away, and told the man, "We need to get our steps in anyway. We'll just walk." He kept trying to convince us, but we continued walking.

Not long after, my little brothers' bus came back and picked us up from the side of the road. The bus driver spent the entire ride lecturing us for trying to walk to school, and when we got there, the principal called us into the office to explain the dangers of getting into a stranger's vehicle.

I didn't find out until much later that the woman recording had actually been livestreaming the interaction on our community Facebook page. I can only assume people shared it quickly because everyone seemed to know about it almost immediately.

I'll never know what that man's intentions were. Maybe he truly wanted to help two kids who had missed the bus. But maybe not.

Looking back, I still remember noticing his hand move toward the gun when I first tried to decline the ride before I pointed out that someone was recording. I'll never know what would've happened if we had gotten into that truck.

What I do know is this: if something feels off, trust your gut. You don't owe a stranger a ride, a conversation, or an explanation. Your safety is more important than being polite.

Hey everybody this is my first post on Reddit. I just wanted some input on this situation because I’m kinda scared and don’t exactly know what to do. I also want to see if anyone knows what this could be. This happened about 15 minutes ago at 9:30pm. My fiancé and I were watching a movie while sitting on the couch when all of the sudden someone tried to open our door. It sounded like they tried to put keys in but it didn’t work and then they knocked about 4-5 times. My fiancé and I were a bit taken a back and scared obviously as this hasn’t happened to us and it is late.

I looked through the peephole and saw some bags outside and didn’t see anyone so I decided to check the window that looks out to our door and apartment stairs. When looking through the window we saw a woman sitting on the stairs on her phone talking to someone. She had a lot of bags (duffle like almost like she was coming home from vacation or staying the night somewhere). I was nervous but worried she might need help so after about 5 minutes I decide to go onto my apartment porch which is separate from the front door but overlooks the stairs.

I see her and ask her if everything’s ok. She’s on the phone talking to some woman and she looks at me and puts her finger up almost like the “I’m on the phone give me a second” look which I guess I could understand because she was. When she got off the phone I asked her again if she was ok or needed anything. She said that her friend lives here and she needs to see her. I told her unfortunately she has the wrong apartment. She keeps pushing saying that her friend lives here, then she says that she was here yesterday with her friend at this apartment. I was here all yesterday and no one showed up or was here at all. Again I say unfortunately you have the wrong apartment. Then she says what I assumed was her friends name and says she is a tall dark skinned woman. I have never met anyone by the name she gave me or that description either.

My fiancé and I just moved here about a month ago and haven’t met anyone not even our neighbors. So again for the last time I tell her that she has the wrong apartment and the only ones that live here are my fiancé and I. She then proceeded to tell me that she doesn’t have her phone and has no way of contacting her friend, and asked me if she could use my phone so she could log into her instagram from my phone. I lied and said I don’t have instagram but I said is there anyone you need me to call for you? And she looked at me and got up and started walking away. While she was walking away she was saying how she has to where to stay and doesn’t know where to go.

I ended up going back into my apartment because I was majorly uncomfy. However I was looking out the window and she was back on the phone and walking back and forth my apartment and staring at it and then walked off. While this was happening my fiancé noticed a strange car that he’s never seen before that had their lights off. We decided to turn our lights off and once we did so did the strange car. We then saw a man get out of the car and stand there for a bit and then get back in and he now as I’m writing still hasn’t gotten out. I’m just very freaked out and want to know if anyone has any advice or knows what could be happening? Thank you Reddit.

Edit: just to add because I feel like this might be important, our apartment is at the back of the complex and the very back of the apartment building. It’s pretty hard to find so it’s weird getting someone at this time of night to come all the way back here in general.

UPDATE: hey everyone! So I did end up calling the non emergency line and a few police officers showed up. They were super kind and when I was telling them what was happening they were very concerned. The person in the car ended up leaving, and just a little something extra our neighbors came out and said they had some ring camera footage! Turns out the woman had nothing in her bags so that was definitely scary! They said if anything else happens to call immediately. I’m definitely getting a ring camera now. Thank you for all the advice and input it helped me out a lot! If anything else happens I will update again. Thanks Reddit!

To start with, I live in Hampton, Virginia. The guy I'm talking about here is already somewhat well known in the area for being incredibly weird and dangerous at times, but for some reason, the police won't apprehend him, likely due to a lack of evidence. I'm a girl and have always met my fair share of weird guys but this encounter took it to another level.

His name is Hank Sibley, also known as the Hampton Haunter and Hampton Lunatic to a few specific circles (but i just call him by his name). I was at the docks by the Hampton River, near the Cedar Point area, eating a bagel in the morning, when Hank, tripped (i believe purposefully did so) fell on me, and knocked me into the water. I was sort of stunned at what had just happened and tried swimming to the shore when Hank said something along the lines of "Don't leave the water, you look so hot when you're all wet like that"...

at that point I didn't know what to do. The water was freezing, and my body decided to swim quickly to the shore which when I got on the shore, Hank, tried wrestling me down to the ground. I managed to get free somehow, I assume due to me being covered in water, and he started calling me slurs and names when i was running. I just ran and ran and ran.

I don't think he's found out where I live but just incase he has, I'm planning to keep it low, especially since I've heard stories from friends where he's harassed their houses. He's been getting worse over the years, and a lot of people I know are starting to come to the internet for hope, since the cops still, have a lack of evidence.

I really hope everyone in the entire Virginia coastal area stays safe.

this happened while i was out in a public place recently. i was having a short conversation with someone i didn’t really know, nothing serious, just small talk at first.

at some point i decided to step away and clearly tried to end the interaction by moving to a different spot. i expected it to be the end of it, but they followed and kept trying to continue the conversation like nothing changed.

it wasn’t aggressive or anything, just really uncomfortable because i had already made it pretty clear i wanted to be done talking. i ended up having to be more direct before they finally left me alone.

(idk if I'm allowed to post this here so mods if you need to remove it I'm fine with that)

TW: Sexual abuse and weird stuff like that

I'm 18F and she was my best friend (Who I'll call E) from 4th grade to 8th grade. So that transition from 5th to 6th grade we would have sleepovers and I remember we did some weird ass shit that she wanted to do an I went along with it. I never told my parents but I really didn't start thinking about it until now. So this one time I was at her house for a sleepover for her birthday with this other girl too (Who I'll call M) and E would make both me n M do some weird shit but it was mainly towards me. So were in the basement and E said "if you have to use the bathroom pee in a cup" and we did. Then we did some weird-ish rp that I deeply regret now but both E n I decided to do. M didn't know tf was happening so she went along with it too but E made it a lil weird. I don't remember the specifics but now looking back it was weird af.

Another time around that time period were at my grandparents' cabin and it's late at night and were doing this weird sexual rp thing but were imagining it if that makes sense. Idk who wanted to do it cuz brain thought that wasn't important but I think it was her (E) who initiated it.

Then another time she (E) at my house, my parents shut off the Wi-Fi and her bitchass decided to download porn on her iPod and her n I are watching it. I had to stop cuz I couldn't handle it and she keeps on watching it. I do glances but that's it. Later that night we go onto Minecraft and she makes these "sex rooms" but nothing is in its just us in the game and she makes me do this weird rp I just go along with.

Final story, idk if this happened that same night as the last one but it's still part of my memories.
So basically I don't remember exactly what happened but E decides (I think anyway lol) it's a great idea to do this weird ass like sexual abuse scenario between like a young girl and a grown ass man and I just go along with it cuz I was dumb. She got naked and that honestly creeped me out even tho she was acting cuz wtf it's weird.

Bonus: this last part was most likely my own fault and I deeply regret it to this day but this one time she's at my house and I'm like "come on top of me like a sex position or whatever" she does but thankfully we were clothed, I had a blanket covering us and it thankfully only lasted like a few seconds. But that thing was only with her and I haven't done it with anyone else.

This is all happening when were both 11 btw. This stopped in 6th grade when both E n I met some other girls (who I'm still friends with to this day) and we started having sleepovers and that's when the weird creepy stuff finally stopped.

If ur asking me abt her home life? Her mom is a Karen and her dad was ig sort of abusive to her but he wasn't sexually abusing her tho.

We stopped being friends BC she's a manipulative lying POS not from my story but it's just smth I've given more thought about.

I’ve never posted anything on Reddit before but I need advice desperately and I’m struggling to make sense of this.

My younger brother is in his early 20s, and one time he was in his late teens, I thought I caught him going through my dirty laundry basket. Now I decided to tell my parents this as I was concerned and they didn’t believe me. Not until I secretly recorded him going into my room, searching through my laundry basket and taking my out underwear. After they saw the video, they accepted that it had happened. My dad just said that boys do this and he was just looking for something “feminine”.

Since that incident I’ve not experienced anything else and decided to put it down to “boys just being boys”. A few years has gone by since then and I’ve moved about multiple times and not permanently been at my parent’s house.

Cut to now (a week ago), he stayed with me and my boyfriend for three nights. During the visit, I became increasingly uncomfortable because I thought I caught him masturbating under the duvet while we were in the same room watching tv. One afternoon I went to move the pillow he had been using (as he was sleeping in my living room) and found semen all over it. I also think I found some on my sofa….and a close friend of mine said he saw my brother had multiple erections when we went to the sauna and that it made him feel uncomfortable.

Since then, my anxiety has become really severe. I’m barely sleeping, and I’ve missed a few days of work because I can’t cope, especially with early morning shifts. My brother lives a long way away and I’m not frightened that he’s going to turn up at my house, but I still feel constantly anxious.

I think I’m only now realising that this recent visit may have brought back everything that happened years ago with my underwear and how I wasn’t believed at first.

I suppose my questions are, does this sound like a reasonable thing to be so affected by? Has anyone else have similar experiences that have triggered some body response? Am I valid in seeking support and thinking this isn’t right? Please be kind. I’m already questioning myself a lot, and I’m genuinely trying to understand whether my reaction is normal. Thanks guys.

EXTRA INFORMATION: Just for more clarification on this. He is my half brother and this is my step dad that I told who shut it down. After I recorded the video I mentioned above my parents made me delete it and watched me do so.

My brother does also have dyslexia and honestly thinking maybe he could be a little autistic. He’s quirky for sure but wouldn’t say outwardly noticeably weird. He lives a completely normal life and has a job, girlfriend and friends ect…

Now also I don’t know if this is relevant but I thought I would mention it as it could be important. But I’ve been really proud of myself the past few years because I’ve been doing university and my chosen subject was history. (This is a big deal for me because I messed up my GCSEs a little and so on). Now when my brother came to stay he dropped the bombshell that he too wanted to do the exact same thing as me! I know it might be trivial but it’s kind of annoying because it was MY thing, now I feel like he’s trying to take that from me. Anyways, that’s all I had to say. Anymore questions are welcome.