r/creepyencounters

CW: Nudity/exposure, disturbing imagery involving genitals

When I was in my early 20s I took a trip away by myself to a caravan park in a well known, picturesque town. I pitched my tent, set up my fire pit, ate my dinner by the fire while watching the handmaids tale on my phone. It was the middle of winter and rugging up by the fire was lovely.

At some point I see a face come out from the dark over the fire I had made for myself. I was a little startled at first, and thought initially she was going to ask me to put my fire out or something. Instead, she was quite friendly and asked if she could come and warm herself by my fire.

I wasn’t really in the mood for a conversation at that time of night as I was about to wrap up for bed, but invited her to come over anyway as she seemed fine, she looked like she was in her 60s-70s.
She asked me about my car, which at the time was a classic model and we talked about that for a while, and how she drove one around when she was young in the 60s. The conversation at first was perfectly normal.

The first unusual thing I noticed was that she had a rolled cigarette which she kept re-lighting by sticking her arm in the fire. It didn’t seem to bother her at all, and she was moving quite slowly without recoiling from the heat.

I can’t remember exactly where the conversation went or when exactly it got weird, but at some point her eyes widened and locked in on mine, and she started ranting a bit. She tried to make me sing a tuneless song about the environment she made in the 60’s, and I seriously considered just singing it so she’d go away.

She told me that she had been institutionalised in a psychiatric hospital on multiple occasions, the most recent after she was found drawing pictures of penises being cut up with scissors. She spoke about how the police and her family were out to get her, deemed her a violent schizophrenic, and that every so often she gets injections from the doctor so that she can live outside the hospital.

I can’t remember what else she said but it was all pretty unsettling.

I guess because it was dark, I didn’t realise that all she was wearing was a thin hoodie and a towel, until the towel dropped leaving her naked from the waist down. She just said sorry and kept talking. I was seated and she came to stand pretty close to me.

She told me that she was starving to death, (she didn’t look like she was starving to death) I gave her some of my food. She, in her half naked state pulled me in for close hug and told me that I was her only friend in the world.

Eventually I told her I needed to go to bed, and she told me not to put out my fire so that she would keep standing by it. I really didn’t want her hanging around my campsite while I was sleeping, and I felt responsible for my campfire, so when she went to the bathroom in her cabin I quickly put the fire out and got into my tent hoping she wouldn’t come back. Because I didn’t want to run into her again in the night, I pissed into a Tupperware container instead of walking outside to the bathroom.

The next morning, I woke up to a group of peacocks around my tent, pecking at bits of bread and food which had been placed in a perfect circle around my tent. The caravan park is known for having peacocks.

I’m not sure exactly what I saw the next morning, but I have a feeling she was exposing herself to other campers from the porch of her cabin, which was just behind my tent site.

I left a message for the caretaker of the caravan park about the woman and how she was mentally ill, and being inappropriate. I packed up and left early that morning, not because I was scared of her, but I just couldn’t be bothered.

I feel sad for the woman, and I hope she eventually got the care she needed. But that doesn’t make the whole experience any less uncomfortable

had to repost this bc i did it wrong lmao

uh hi i am new to reddit so i apologize if i do something wrong lmao also im severly dyslexic and have a hard time with words so im sorry if i fuck it up....heres a lil background i am a 17 year old still living at home with my younger siblings all under 14 and with my single mother all of us are female...

we had some new neighbors move in recently, an elderly father with his looks to be around 40-60 yr old son (yes i know a pretty big age gap but im honestly just guessing) a few weeks after they moved in my mom went over to welcome them to the neighborhood with 2 of my younger sisters and she was talking to the older man and he had told my mother that he liked younger girls and then smiled after while looking over at my sisters my mom very quickly finished the conversation and went back home.

it has been about 2 months since they moved in and recently we noticed the father and son both sitting on their front porch with chair facing our driveway which obviosly was very creepy yesterday my mom brought it to my attention that they have a camera facing right into our living room window idk if this is how it is everywhere but in my state it is technicly illigal to have a camera facing someone else yard/property

we are going to be calling our non emergince number to report it i will give updates ig if anything happens

thank you for reading this if you did once again i am sorry if i did this wrong this is my first post.

I was driving alone to Mount Rainier National Park to go hiking. It was completely dark out, around 4am, and there were no other cars on the road. I was on a two-lane highway in the middle of the forest, with limited cell service.

I was driving the speed limit with my headlights on and was doing everything normally. Out of nowhere, a car appeared behind me and started tailgating me extremely closely while flashing their headlights.

They then pulled around me very closely and cut me off. They immediately slammed on their brakes, forcing me to brake as well.

They drove very slowly for a while and then sped back up, but continued driving about 10 mph under the speed limit. After driving like this for a while, they pulled over. I passed them, and they immediately got back behind me and started flashing their lights and tailgating me again.

Then they went around me on the right side, driving onto the shoulder and into the dirt, and once again cut me off extremely closely and slammed on their brakes.

They drove slowly again for a while, then sped back up to about 10 mph under the speed limit.

At that point, I slowed down immensely to keep as much distance between us as possible.

Eventually, they pulled over again. I passed them, and this time they ended up making a U-turn and drove away.

That was the end of it.

What made the whole thing so unsettling was the situation. It was 4am, completely dark, I was alone (I am a woman btw), there were no other cars around, and we were in the middle of a forest with limited cell service. I couldn’t understand why someone would repeatedly drive aggressively around me, pull over, wait for me to pass, and then do it all over again.

I have no idea what they were trying to accomplish, but it creeps me out to think they were trying to get me to pull over (or run into them, which then would make me have to pull over) and do God only knows what to me.

Was this just an extremely aggressive driver, or does anyone have another explanation for what might have been going on?

I posted this a while back but deleted it for some reason.

This happened in July 2023 I believe. It was around 1am and it was still about 80° F outside, and where I live AC isn’t very common so I was sitting in the living room with all the windows and doors open. I head out to smoke and since everything was open and I didn’t want the house to smell like smoke so I walked down the driveway and sat on the curb. There was a man standing on the same side of the street but a block down just staring at me and I got really uncomfortable so I got up and crossed the road.

The way my triplex is set up is there is a 3 car driveway, then a few stairs up that lead into the yard and then my door to the right, my neighbors straight ahead and some more stairs to my other neighbors upstairs. I live somewhere with a lot of homeless people and they’ll come up the driveway to look in our trash for cans or whatever and that’s fine, they never go up past the steps.

So I’m standing on the other side of the road and I watch the man stand and stare at me and then he proceeds to walk all the way into my yard and I start to panic because I didn’t lock the doors and all the windows were open, so I start to walk down the street and I see a man who looks nice enough and I stop him and ask if he could just pretend to know me (in retrospect this wasn’t my brightest decision but whatever).

So me and this man are standing there just talking and I’m explaining the situation and we’re both just smoking a cigarette and we’re looking at my house (I’m a few houses down now) and the man keeps peeking around the line of trees next to my place. He peeks around the corner a few more times and eventually walks up to me. I’m scared shitless and I’m shaking and he asks me for a cigarette and I go to hand him one and he goes “Why are you shaking? Are you scared?” And I was just like “uhh nope! have a great night!”

He walks away and the other dude stands there for a bit longer with me and the scary man starts peeking around another corner just staring at me again. The dude said “this is weird” and walks me to my house and I just shut all the windows and doors and I just dealt with the heat. I’m grateful for the random dude and don’t know what I would’ve done if he wasn’t there.

This happened to me back in March-June 2021. I was travel nursing to Virginia on a contract. I lived fairly close to the blue ridge mountains/ Shenandoah national park. Because it was just me and my husband (fiancé at the time) was back home in a different state, I went alone went to the blue ridge mountains since you don’t have to pay to get in. I used my all trails to find a good spot to put up my hammock. I went on a trail that was specifically appalchancian trail not far in maybe a little under a mile there was a perfect set up of a clearing overlooking a mountain with two trees in the perfect spot. I spent a good amount of time there.

However it was getting close to when I was going to pack up and an older guy with white hair was walking with a younger girl who had a dog. They stopped said hi, we exchanged a few greetings and they went on their way. Maybe 15 minutes later he come back by himself. I thought it was a little weird but he came back and started really really talking to me. Asking why I was out, who I was with, how close I lived, etc. I was just kinda feeing creeped out and decided when he left I would pack up and leave. Well he kept talking and that’s when I noticed his fly was down and had a little roughed up look about him.

I never asked about the girl or the dog because I was scared he would react poorly. Also, I never heard any sounds that would have made me question something happen. But weird that they came together on the trail and didn’t walk far then split up. I just didn’t feel good at all being in his presence. Well after talking for like 15 minutes he finally started leaving the trail after asking to walk me back. I stayed about 10 more minutes to get good space between us because I didn’t feel comfortable walking with him. I immediately called my husband and gave him a description (lol). When I started walking back up the trail I kept hearing these quiet rustling sounds that would stop when I would stop to listen more closely. I never saw anything but I felt impending doom in my stomach that I’ve never felt before, so I just took off running until I got back to the road.

The encounter never sat right with me and from time to time (especially the rest of my contract) I always kept an eye out for a missing girl/dog in the area around that time

uh hi i am new to reddit so i apologize if i do something wrong lmao also im severly dyslexic and have a hard time with words so im sorry if i fuck it up....heres a lil background i am a 17 year old still living at home with my younger siblings all under 14 and with my single mother all of us are female... we had some new neighbors move in recently, an elderly father with his looks to be around 40-60 yr old son (yes i know a pretty big age gap but im honestly just guessing) a few weeks after they moved in my mom went over to welcome them to the neighborhood with 2 of my younger sisters and she was talking to the older man and he had told my mother that he liked younger girls and then smiled after while looking over at my sisters my mom very quickly finished the conversation and went back home. it has been about 2 months since they moved in and recently we noticed the father and son both sitting on their front porch with chair facing our driveway which obviosly was very creepy yesterday my mom brought it to my attention that they have a camera facing right into our living room window idk if this is how it is everywhere but in my state it is technicly illigal to have a camera facing someone else yard/property we are going to be calling our non emergince number to report it i will give updates ig if anything happens

thank you for reading this if you did once again i am sorry if i did this wrong this is my first post.

One Friday night my two other friends I'll call **mia,** **Clara** (not their real names) and I decided to go to a small Greek restaurant for dinner. We were celebrating Clara's 21st b-day. I took an uber to the restaurant, and arrived at around 9:00 due to traffic.

The restaurant was small and near closing time so there wasn't that many people. The three of us sat down and started eating. Mia asked if Clara and I wanted to crash at her house after dinner to hang out. (Her house was a 7min walk from the Greek restaurant) We all agreed.

By the time we finished eating it was already 9:50 (about 10-15 minutes before closing time) we paid for the bill and walked out of the restaurant. Mia suggested that we walked to her house instead of paying for a oneN minute drive for an uber. (Her house was a 7min walk)

So here's where the scary stuff starts.

About 5 minutes into our walk Clara and I were chatting when all of a sudden Mia started to speed up. Clara and I stopped talking and I suddenly got the feeling I was being watched. I looked over my shoulder, only to see a person wearing a gray hoodie about 10ft away from us.

The neighborhood was dead silent other than a few cars passing by every once in a while. I looked back behind my shoulder again, AND I KID YOU NOT, THIS MAN STARTED RUNNING TOWARDS US. I screamed and we all started sprinting to the nearest building we could find.

We ended up going into a near by bar and Mia started crying. I called the police and Clara called her boyfriend to come pick us up. (Who lived twenty minutes away) And then Clara's boyfriend drived us all home.

I recently remembered something that happened when I was 16. As an adult, it seems bizarre.

I worked downtown and didn’t have a car, so I took the trolley and walked home. My shift ended at 10 p.m., which was also when the curfew for minors started in my city. One night I was stopped walking home from work during a curfew sweep and cited.

I was placed into what was the Juvenile Diversion Program. This is an alternative to juvenile court involving workshops, community service, an essay, parental involvement, etc.

One of the officers involved was also one of the officers who originally detained me. He was a military veteran and became very interested in convincing me to join the military.

One day, he came to my high school, pulled me out of class, and drove me to a Denny’s in another city for breakfast. I don’t remember my parents arranging this or being told beforehand.
During breakfast, he tried to convince me to join the military. He then drove me to a recruiting office in that same neighboring city, where they told him he needed to take me to the recruiting office that handled my city instead.
That always struck me as odd. He was a local police officer who knew where I lived, so you’d think he would have known that.

The much weirder incident happened at my house.

One day I was asleep in my bedroom when he showed up. My mom knew he was planning to stop by, but she later told me she didn’t think he would just enter the house… much less my bedroom. We’re still not sure how he got inside. We think my brother may have let him in.

I woke up to this adult police officer in my bedroom, pulling on my leg to wake me up.

I was wearing an oversized shirt and small pajama shorts because I was literally asleep in my own room.

Later, he told my mom that I had tried to seduce him because of the shorts I was wearing.
My mom initially believed what he was telling her because he was a police officer. I had to explain that I had been asleep in my bedroom and hadn’t even known he was in the house. Once she understood what actually happened, she believed me and was disturbed by it too.

At the time, I think I rationalized a lot of this because I was 16 and he was a police officer connected to a program that was supposedly there to help teenagers. I didn’t feel like I was in a position to question him.
Now I’m wondering whether any of this one-on-one involvement was actually a normal or authorized part of juvenile diversion.
Has anyone who went through one of these programs or worked in juvenile diversion/law enforcement heard of an officer doing things like this?

Because the breakfast and military recruitment stuff was strange enough, but an adult officer entering a sleeping 16 year old girl’s bedroom and then accusing her of trying to seduce him because of her pajamas feels wildly inappropriate.

Looking back now, I seriously doubt I was the only teenage girl he behaved this way toward.

I (19F) moved out of my parents house and into an apartment early May of this year. After the first night in my new apartment, I woke up and saw a note slide under my door. I figured it was from the landlord, as the card in it said "Cheers" like it was a celebration thing. But when I opened it, a one dollar bill fell out and I was met with a front and back handwritten note.

Now I know this community specifically states person to person contact stories only, and don't worry... It will come to that. This is just the start of my creepy encounter.

The note was from my neighbor directly across from me. For starters, I'm not entirely sure how old this guy is. I've seen him and to me it looks like he could be in his early to mid forties. As I can't post the picture of the note, I will just give a rundown of what was on it.

He first dates it at the top, plus his full signature. In the first part he just mentions that he hasn't had a chance to introduce himself and figured it would be a good idea to stick a note under my door. As for the base of the note? Well... He basically gave a whole rundown about how he went to a different state to meet a girl and that girl later ditched him, and accused him of stealing. I didn't understand why he was telling me this... But then he said that he has some of the girls clothes, and wanted to give them to me.

Another thing he mentioned was that he has keys that he "believes belong to my apartment". That was very unsettling to hear. I ended up contacting the landlord and letting her know about the key situation. I am unsure if that got resolved. The end of the note was all his socials, plus his phone number. He had given me a blank paper in case I were to write back. Of course I didn't.

Now a few weeks after this note situation, I hadn't gotten any other ones. I had been keeping to myself, not talking to any of my neighbors. I'm just not a social person. But I did start noticing that whenever I would walk out of my apartment, he would as well. He would stare at me, then walk away in the other direction. I found it odd after about the 5th time it happened.

Subtle things like this would occur over the months, but fast forward to now. So I am a very careful person when it comes to safety. I make sure that my door is locked every single night. Recently I've noticed that every time I wake up and go out of my bedroom, I see that the front door is unlocked. The first time it happened, I thought maybe I forgot to lock it the night before. The next couple of days, I made sure to lock the door and remember for sure that I did so. But it kept happening. I would wake up, see the lock turned the opposite way.

I don't know if I'm going crazy, or if this neighbor of mine is actually watching me. Am I just overthinking it?

I'm thinking of buying an alarm system for the door. When I do that, I will update if anything else happens.

Title is self explanatory. I don't know if he lives out there somewhere or if he's actively moving around, but I have seen a masked man wondering around in the woods on multiple occasions. I've lived in and around the woods myself since I was very young, so I've always loved taking walks, going on hikes, camping, etc. The night time never used to bother me and I've even enjoyed midnight walks or spontaneous trail traveling whenever I couldn't sleep.

That was until the first time I saw him.

It was the summer of 2024 and I was out on what should've been nothing but a routine walk at night. The day time was hot and horrible so I had no desire to go out during the day, but the evening cooled everything down enough for me to get the motivation to actually go out for a bit. The area I live in has a route I used to take quite frequently that went around in a bit of a loop, which made it easier to actually get out since it only takes about 45 minutes to complete. From where I live it takes about 15 minutes of walking before you come across a small clearing which leads to a decent set of hiking trails, ones I've been up and down on multiple occasions.

I headed out of my house around 9pm, headphones in, Redbull holstered in my pocket alongside a pocket knife I always tried to carry around with me. Nothing seemed unusual or off-putting in any way as I made my way down the road, really getting into the zone and enjoying the nighttime woodsy vibes while listening to some shitty indie band I used to be into back then.

At the 15 minute mark I started to come up on that clearing, and for whatever reason my earbuds had randomly disconnected. I had them for awhile at that point so something like that wasn't very unusual. As soon as I took them out though, trying to reconnect them, I heard something off in the distance. Instinctively I tried to focus on what it was. I slowed down once I realized it was rustling of some kind, and I stopped dead in my tracks when I realized it was the sound of something walking. Whatever it was sounded heavy so I assumed it must've been a black bear or something since those are fairly common where I live. No big deal, right? A little nerve wracking sure but it wasn't anything I wasn't already used to.

As the brushed thudding got closer though, I began to grow a little more unsure. The rhythm sounded off somehow, and at some point I realized it sounded much more bipedal than what a black bear would've been able to do. I half expected to spot Bigfoot or something. It happened to be a full moon so I figured I'd wait a little longer to get a good look at what or whoever came out from the clearing. I stood by the immediate treeline a little ways away so I felt safe to catch a look if possible.

What I saw made me wish it really was Bigfoot or even a fucking werewolf.

The silhouette of a man made itself apparent, trudging out of the trails and into the moonlit clearing. Initially I thought it could've been some other random person who happened to enjoy night walking as well, only that thought was immediately shattered when I caught a glimpse of his face.

At first I thought the guy might've just been impossibly pale, only amplified by the moonlight, but soon enough I realized he was actually wearing a mask. It was human with incredibly sharp features, pure white but dirty and dingey. He was wearing a flannel of some kind alongside some boots and jeans, and he walked with a slight hunch that went back and forth between straight postured and almost crouched down. I watched him walk into the middle of the clearing with my heart in my throat, and it only felt worse when he actually stopped moving.

He turned his head back and forth like he was looking around, then turned his head up towards the sky and just seemed to stare. It was almost like he was star gazing, meanwhile I'm trying not to piss my pants while I watch some Jason Voorhees knockoff contemplate the meaning of life or some shit. After a few minutes he began walking again, leaving the clearing completely and walking down the middle of the road.

I waited until he was completely out of sight before I immediately made my way back the way I came. I was too scared to run because I thought he might hear me or something so I just speed walked the entire way back. I locked every door and window I had, cranked the AC, and barely slept the rest of the night until the sun finally came back up.

That was only the first "encounter" I've had with him. It fucked me up in a big way for a long time, but weirdly enough that one time alone was the most outright terrifying. Every other time I've seen him has been this weird mixture of both immensely confusing and somehow really sad.

Still incredibly disturbing though.

The next time I saw him was during the fall of the same year, I wanna say October? I made it a point to avoid going out on anymore night walks after the first time and even took a hiatus from going out in the woods whatsoever for a few months. I've always loved Autumn though, so one day I finally went back out for a walk, then a hike, and so on and so forth until practically nothing had changed except for the fact I didn't stay out past dark anymore.

Eventually I ended up going back to the trails a couple more times once I chalked up that encounter to a one time occurrence, though obviously I tried not to stay out too late or go in as deep as I would've before.

Keyword: Tried.

One time I was not as careful as I should've been. I was already riding the shot of adrenaline I got from being in there in the first place, but that adrenaline was quickly losing it's charm as the sun began to set, especially once I realized I had somehow gotten turned around. What started off as a relaxing enough walk on a cool autumn day was quickly turning into something much more akin to the intro of some indie horror game. I was on a trail I didn't even recognize the name to, deeper than I should've been, my steps hurried and uneven as I tried to make my way out. I guess it was already too late because a little ways down the trail, I saw what looked to be someone kneeling down in the middle of the path.

They were faced away from me, and at first I thought they were kneeling down because of a sprained ankle, fucked up knee, whatever.

When I got a little closer I instinctively called out to ask if they were okay, but found no response back. I got a closer and asked again, asking if they were hurt. Once again I got no response, and if anything the forest itself seemed to grow a little quieter. Desperate for some kind of way out of here, I asked if they knew where we were or how to get back to the main trail.

No response. They remained knelt down on their knees, arms to the side, almost like they were in some kind of trance.

At this point I was maybe about 50 feet away from where this person, very obviously a man, was kneeling. I felt my heart begin to sink as I tried to close some more distance just from desperation and concern. The ground beneath my feet was incredibly soft and seemed to muffle each step I took until I closed 20 feet between us. I guess I stepped on some secret twig or something because the single loud snap that erupted from the ground was what finally got a response.

Before I could even react properly the man stood up completely and turned to face me.

It was him. It was the same fucking guy from summer, only this time I wasn't hidden by a convenient shadowed tree line. I was face to face to some random psycho, frozen in place from sheer dread and fear. I couldn't move whatsoever, I felt like a deer in headlights, and confusion joined alongside my utter horror once I realized he looked the same way I did.

He stood with a weird gait, his boots planted in the ground shoulder length apart and his arms to the side. He was completely still with the only exception being his hand which seemed to subtly shake or even quiver.

From this distance I got a much better look at him; He was big. Not necessarily tall, maybe somewhere between 5'8-5'10, but he was stocky and broadly built like the trunk of a tree. He had messy, possibly curly blonde hair that framed the same exact mask from last time, adorned with various cuts to it's hard plastic alongside dirt, grime, whatever else it was. Most startling was the fact the mask didn't even hide his eyes which were this deep shade of blue that seemed to look not at me, but through me.

His clothes were similar to the last time I saw him, but the flannel looked like it might've been a different color. This time it was a dark plaided green, his jeans still dark blue and his boots still mud toned brown. They were dirty but looked as if they had only recently been covered in dirt.

I stood there in complete shock, the tension worsening as he slowly cocked his head to the side. The gesture was reminiscent of the way an animal might study you, curious yet immensely cautious. I watched his eyes dart around me up and down, possibly sizing me up. His head went back to normal but something changed. The stillness between us didn't seem to last as his hand began to shake and twitch, his body visibly tensing up while his eyes widened.

I was terrified, so much so I could cry, but more than anything else I was just confused, and for a moment it looked like he might've been just as confused as I was. In a single second something shifted or changed. I don't know what it was exactly but once we locked our eyes, for a single second, he looked like he was even more terrified than I was.

I watched his gaze harden as he began to make some weird low, rumbling sound adjacent to some kind of growl or something, and it sounded a lot closer to an actual animal than I would have ever been comfortable with. He tensed up even more and I prepared for the worst... only the worst never came. He turned and full on sprinted off in the opposite direction down the trail, and I waited until the heavy thudding faded in the distance before turning tail and running myself, basically crying the entire time. Thankfully I found my way back to the main trail and eventually back to the main road. Once again when I got home, I locked every door and window shut and was barely able to get any sleep.

The only difference this time was that my lack of sleep wasn't purely motivated by fear. Fear was most definitely involved but so was utter confusion and a growing curiosity about whatever this was. For the next couple of months I couldn't stop thinking about it. It was horrifying in a way that felt so primal and real, yet at the same time felt so different than how that sort of encounter should've gone. It seemed too ridiculous and cliche and yet every time I thought about it, about him, something inside of me wanted to know more.

I saw him again in March of 2025 via a drone I had recently bought off of Amazon. Instead of going out in the middle of the night myself, I hunkered down in the garage and decided to fly the thing around to see if I could spot anything interesting or at least some pretty night time scenery. Midnight winter vibes and all that, I even had some hot coco for the occasion. I paid decent money for what seemed like a ridiculous flying range so I went a little ways down the road.

As I'm nearing the end of it, who else do I see except the same masked man from last time.

This time he's literally lying down in the middle of the road in the dead of winter. Surprisingly he's dressed somewhat appropriately for the weather, wearing an open plaid coat with some kind of hoodie underneath it. He even had the hood up, obscuring everything above the shoulders aside from the same mask he's been wearing this whole time.

He's just laying there. I fly a little closer just to get a better look, honestly checking whether or not he was dead or something, but my suspicion is immediately crushed once he notices the drone. He sits up from the snow covered road and stands up fully, turning to face "me" while I'm still up in the air. Once again he cocks his head to the side, just staring up at the camera as I draw in closer. I was feeling a little more confident considering I was within the safety of my own home so I fly closer and closer even as he begins to move out from the road and briefly into the brush. At this point I'm maybe 25-30 feet from the ground, and suddenly he pops back out of the woods holding a stick of some kind. He reels his arm back and before I realize what exactly he's doing he throws it up at the drone, hits it, and makes it come crashing down on the road. A few seconds later it shakes a whole bunch before going completely black as the feed cuts out.

I didn't dare try to retrieve it until the next morning, this time actually driving down to where he knocked the drone out of the sky. I parked on the side of the road, hopped out, and it didn't take me too long to find the wreckage of the drone I only got to fly once. It was totaled beyond repair so I guess whoever this is REALLY does not like being seen. Nearby was the imprint he'd left in the middle of the road lying down, though at this point it was faded probably because of the occasional car driving down over it.

The one thing that stood out to me was the handprint left by the drone wreckage, more than likely his own. It was pressed down in a way that looked intentional, like he was trying to send some kind of message. For reasons I still don't know how to put into words, I pressed my own hand against where his had been. Immediately I was flooded with such a weird sense of isolation. The entire world seemed to stop for a second as I felt where he had been, where he had purposefully placed his mark, possibly trying to show someone he was, in fact, here.

I felt sad. I don't know why but the fact he left something so deliberate didn't feel very malicious at all. It was handprint. No message, no scribbling, no doodling, just a single spot where this masked man intentionally pressed his hand into the snow long enough for the indent to keep until this moment. It very well could've been some kind of warning considering it was right by the corpse of half my paycheck. It could've been a lot of things.

I didn't see him again for the rest of that year. There were a few times I thought I might've caught a glimpse of him but it always ended up being just another person who was at least outwardly normal taking a walk down the road.

There were even times I went out at night thinking I heard the same distinct rustling or thudding, but the only sign I ever had that he was still around was a torn piece of plaid hanging off a branch. The feeling of unease never left me but it was less about my personal safety and more about simply not knowing what the fuck was up with this guy.

I only recently saw him again in July on the 27th, which is actually what led me to write all of this down in the first place. Considering how long it'd been since I've seen him or anything else even remotely strange, I felt secure enough to return to my night time walks. I didn't do it very often, still don't, but at this point I've stopped being outright terrified of him and more so just immensely cautious. I was making my loop around as per usual with the major difference being that I never wear my earbuds at night anymore. I was about to complete the loop in it's entirety, maybe a few houses away from my own, when I realized that up ahead I was actually catching up to somebody, and since it happened to be a full moon that night, I could see an unsettlingly similar silhouette walking about 100 feet or so ahead of me.

I almost stopped walking entirely but I thought the sudden stop may draw his attention, so I fell into the curse of curiosity and caution as I kept my own pace behind him. He had such a weird slow stride, it seemed so uneven yet self assured. Occasionally he'd hunch his back slightly before straightening it, walking with an occasional limp of either leg. The longer I followed him the more he looked almost dazed and confused, adamantly on high alert but also in some sort of trance.

Out of nowhere he stopped moving entirely and just stood there in the middle of the road, making me quickly duck off to the side and crouch down. Ironically it felt like I was the one stalking him, which considering our respective appearances, felt like it should've been the other way around. Maybe it already has been before and I just had no idea.

He stood there for a solid minute before he started to shake. Out of nowhere I heard him start coughing which led to an absolute fit of it. Each cough sounded more strained and painful than the last as he fell to his hands and knees. I kept wondering if maybe I should try to help him or something but what if he just ran away again? Worse, what if he really did attack me this time? I could swear he was about to puke but the coughing fit ended as quickly as it began. He remained on the ground for a second before he stood back up, loudly cracking his neck to the side before he began to look around.

I crouched down further hoping to God he didn't see me as he turned his body completely. Once again he was in some sort of flannel, this one looking a little more blue, wearing the same mask of course. He turned back and for whatever reason took a turn to the right, going down some new backroad.

I thought about just going home but this was already maybe 3 houses from where I live. I just didn't feel safe going back inside with him so close, and at the same time there was a part of me that wanted to find out just what the fuck he was doing out here all this time if anything at all. I felt so stupid but for whatever reason I turned down the same road as my curiosity overrode any rational thought I had at the time. If curiosity was killing any cat that night, it was probably going to be me.

The road turned out to actually be an unfinished driveway which led into some sort of construction site, which I had somehow missed despite it being so apparently new. Up ahead there looked to the foundation of a house that was being built, so like any good horror story protagonist I proceeded up that way. I made it to the foundation easy enough despite the terrain being a work in progress, looking around for anything of note if not the masked man himself. I didn't find anything but the foundation did have a single concrete wall put up. I went up to it and slowly peaked my head around it, and to this day I'm so thankful I didn't just rush out.

There was a hill a little ways away with a decent amount of trees cut down from the construction, and I want you, dear reader, to take your best guess at who just so happened to be up there.

The moon perfectly lit up where he was, giving me a clear shot to examine him even further. He was sat down up against a tree, his head looking around for a second before he just tilted his head back and looked towards the sky the same way he did the first time I ever saw him.

I was obviously incredibly nervous with sweat running my face and everything but I wasn't necessarily scared. If anything I was becoming more and more absorbed in watching him, studying him, and have since found myself almost enamored by his mere existence. Despite looking like such a cliche Jason Voorhees knock off or something, I had the feeling he was really just lost. In a way he looked almost lonely, and that was only further intensified by the way his hand reached up towards the sky, towards the moon, almost like he was genuinely trying to grab at something before it fell back down to his side.

I watched him for another 10 or 15 minutes before ultimately deciding to just go back home. He didn't move or do anything that entire time. It was almost like he just fell asleep or something. I guess I just didn't want to disturb him, let alone be so close by if he woke up or had another coughing fit.

Slowly I moved away from the wall and made it a point to be as quiet as possible walking back up the driveway and into the road. Once there I made my way back home and did the same thing I always do whenever I see him around, only this time I stayed by the window in case I could see him walking by or something. I saw somebody walking by about an hour later but I don't think it was him, not that I could tell that good anyways.

As of writing this (8/17/26) I haven't seen him again since last month, and as weird as it is, I can't help but almost look forward to the next time I do even if it does still scare me a bit.

I realize this entire thing sounds incredibly far fetched and totally insane, so I'll use this last segment to clear up some possible questions I know people would rightfully have.

"Why didn't you ever call the cops?"

Truthfully I just didn't think to do it the first time. It was horrifying but I live in a fairly small, rural town. By the time I actually thought to do it, it was already the next day and I figured if someone else saw him, they would've already done it themselves. We do have our fair share of weirdos up here too so if I'm completely honest, running into some masked maniac still isn't what I'd consider a worst case scenario. I got pretty close to calling the second time but only hesitated because of the fact he looked just as scared as I was. By the time I got home I was already too overwhelmed with fear and confusion to think about it.

Even with that all being said, I know I haven't done a whole lot to justify not calling anybody about this. That's because I don't actually have good justification for it. Truthfully I just can't bring myself to make some sort of report on it.

I don't have any good reason for this but I figure it must have already been done by now since I doubt I'm the only person who's ever seen him, and when I say he has a unique outline, I mean that in the most literal way possible. I've left out certain physical traits that would otherwise immediately give away this man in particular, mostly just in case somebody else sees him and mentions said traits, so I know it's genuine.

"Have you talked to anybody else about this?"

Not at length, no. I don't know a lot of people in town well enough to bring it up. The most I've done is occasionally ask if someone's seen anything weird going on the woods. Usually I'll get nothing in return except maybe a ghost story or a supposed cryptid sighting but other than that, nothing.

"Are you sure nobody else has seen this?"

Not in the slightest. I've even made it a point to go on google and search up any kind of article or posts talking about masked men in the woods but nothing has come up aside from a singular post from like 5 years ago on some discussion site from a town about an hour's drive away from where I live. It was from an older woman who described seeing a masked individual roaming around the local cemetery in the late evening a few days before Halloween but she didn't describe anything about it. She deadass just said "spooky!" and left it at that. I'd link the site if it didn't so conveniently vanish from existence.

"Why is this the first time you're ever talking about it?"

Honestly I don't really know. Like I said I don't know a lot of people in my town to talk about it with and I can't say I've ever kept up with many other people who've been in my life, even my parents. I only recently decided to talk about this whole thing after obsessing over how outright bizarre it all is. I hardly ever use Reddit anyways and I decided to post about it in horror themed subreddits because lets face it, this is fucking horrifying at face value. Worst case scenario is that nobody believes any of this and gets a somewhat interesting story out of it. Maybe somebody else will see this and know what I'm talking about, maybe somebody else has even seen the same guy, who knows.

This whole ordeal started off as something genuinely terrifying and has since turned into something much more fascinating and even somber. Logically I know I should still be so much more scared of this than I actually am, but something about this masked man seems almost innocent and depressing. Whenever I see him he just looks so lost and alone, more like a wild animal trying to find some sort of shelter than anything else. He walks around like he has no idea where or even who he is, like he's lost in some kind of trance or possibly even some sort of psychosis?

I have no idea who he is or what he's been doing out here. Part of me thinks maybe he's just some weird guy playing out a fantasy but it feels so much deeper than that. I don't know for sure that he lives in the woods but he has to live somewhere in the area for me to have run into him more than once. I can't help but wonder if this masked man is really someone going through some sort of mental health crisis. DID maybe? I don't know. I can't help but want to figure out what else is going on here, who this guy even is and if he even knows this is happening.

Any thoughts, theories, criticism, advice, etc. are always welcome. Honestly I doubt this will get a lot of attention, if any, but I'll write up any more updates or encounters should they come up.

Thanks for hearing this.

I genuinely don't know what to think or what to do about this.

Almost two month ago, one of my "friends" sent me a weird message. She suggested that we go to a party. But she made it clear that this wasn't going to be a normal party like the ones we usually go to with our mutual friends. Those parties include both guys and girls, they're downtown, which is our hangout spot, and there's normally a DJ or something more modern playing, like techno.

This time, she said there was going to be a live band. I didn't know them, but from the way she talked about them, they were apparently getting pretty popular in our area. I thought, okay, that actually sounds interesting, so I asked for the details. How much it cost, what time it started, who was going, etc.

She told me not to worry about any of that because both of our tickets were already paid for, and that all I had to do was show up. I then asked her if anyone else was going, because up until then, the two of us had never really hung out alone.

She said no, it would just be the two of us. Honestly, I didn't think much of it. I figured maybe she wanted to get to know me better since, out of the whole group, we talked to each other the least.

The party started at 11 PM. First there was supposed to be the concert, and afterward there would be drinks, games, and another performance from the band. The day has come, I told my parents where I was going and who I was going with. Because even as an young adult, I always tell my parents everything. For safety matters.

My friend also offered to pick me up from my apartment. She had a car, while I only have a driver's license but don't own one, because, well I didn't have the money to buy one. And still don't.

So during the drive, which was almost an HOUR, yes, weirdly far away, she kept trying to make conversation. She asked me about my family, my childhood, things like that. Nothing invasive or anything. I asked her the same kind of questions, but for some reason, she always seemed eager to change the subject whenever I asked her anything about herself. I didn't push it.

So at one point, I finally asked: "So why didn't the others come with us? This actually seems like a pretty fun event for the guys."

She just smiled and shrugged, like it was no big deal. I was like, okay don't answer then.

When we arrived, the place honestly looked creepy as hell.

It wasn't exactly isolated, but there were barely any houses around. It was almost like the city was right next to us, all lit up, while we were standing in these dark little roads that everyone seemed to avoid. Still, I tried not to let it get to me. The place itself was kind of a bar? It was made mostly of dark wood, and there were all kinds of young people and adults inside, but they all seemed to have the same kind of style, dark, alternative. They were drinking, laughing, talking, whatever. But the air was really stuffy, and there was this very specific smell that really bothered me. It was like sweat, a mix of different perfumes, cigarette smoke and old wood.

The instruments were already set up on the stage. Some time passed, and we had a shot to get ourselves in the mood. Then the band came out. Like she had said, they were young, around our age or maybe a little older. There were four guys, all wearing dark clothes with this very early 2000s kind of style. My friend standing next to me looked insanely excited. She was smiling so much that I actually wondered if her face hurt.

Anyway, they started playing. Their music was kind of soft rock/indie, I guess? The lyrics were questionable. I remember hearing words like "soul" and "life" and a whole bunch of weird words.

It definitely wasn't my kind of music. And this definitely wasn't my kind of place. The band left after playing maybe four or five songs. So I started turning toward the bar, thinking my friend would follow me, but suddenly she grabbed my arm and shouted over the noise.

"Hey, if you want, we can go meet the guys from the band."

I was confused. Like, what do you mean "meet the guys"? I didn't really care about them.

So I told her no, it wasn't necessary, and suggested we just get another drink. She stared at me for a few seconds, almost like she was studying my face, and then nodded without saying anything. We got another shot. We talked for a little while until my friend suddenly said she desperately needed to use the bathroom.

I said okay, let's go together because its a bar, full of unknown people. But she kind of pushed me against the bar and said:

"No, stay here. I'll be right back."

I was honestly a little surprised by that. I didn't really want to be left alone there, but I nodded anyway and watched her disappear into the crowd, smiling at basically everyone who looked at her.

I was alone for maybe 10 to 20 minutes, replaying my decisions in my head.

Why did I agree to come here? Something was clearly off.

Then I got a message from her.

"Hey, come here. I want to show you something."

That immediately made me suspicious, so I asked: "What happened?"

I watched the three dots appear, disappear, appear again, disappear again.

I kept waiting. Eventually she texted:

"Nevermind. I'll be right there."

I remember letting out this huge breath and thinking, what the fuck is going on?

Then she came back. And I swear to God, I barely recognized her.

Her curly red hair was completely messed up. The red lipstick she had been wearing was gone from her lips. Her black dress was all wrinkled. Her pupils were huge, and her mascara was smeared around her eyes.

The second I saw her, my heart basically dropped. She was smiling at me, incredibly happy, almost euphoric, with her eyes wide open. Then she started mumbling things I could barely understand, almost like she was talking to me but didn't want anyone else to hear. But I managed to catch one thing.

"You should've gone when I called you. It was so much fun."

I asked her: "What was fun?"

She just waved her hand like it was nothing and said we should wait for the band's next performance, so she could hear "the hot one play the guitar again"

I was already feeling incredibly weird and uneasy, so I told her no, I didn't want to stay and was feeling sick .She rolled her eyes, mumbled something else, and eventually said something like:

"Boring but ugh fine, we can go".

Before we walked out through the huge, heavy door, which for some reason was closed, I heard the band getting back on stage. I looked behind me, and I swear those four idiots were staring directly at me and my friend leaving. They were smiling in the most terrifying way I had ever seen, especially the guitar guy. A huge chill went through my entire body and I almost froze in place. Then they started their performance like nothing happend.

I got my friend, who was already completely limp and barely able to stand, into the car, grabbed the keys from her purse, and drove as far away from that place as I possibly could. Thank God she was still coherent enough to tell me where to go and when to turn. I was literally sweating. My hands were shaking, and I was trying my best not to let her notice. She was just sitting there, smiling and staring at nothing. Then, out of nowhere, she started laughing.

The only thing I heard her say was:

"You really should've gone when I called you. It was so much fun."

That was the second time she had said it. At that point, I had no idea what to think.

What happened when she left? What was so much fun? What the fuck was going on?

I took her back to my apartment. It's small, and by then she was half asleep. She kept smiling and mumbling things to herself. I laid her down on the couch in the living room and decided to take a shower, hoping to wash off the whole bizarre night somehow. When I came back to check on her, SHE WASN'T ON THE COUCH ANYMORE. I looked everywhere for her. I was worried because she was obviously not in a state to be going out alone at night. I went downstairs in my pajamas, still half wet from the shower, to check the parking lot.

Her car was gone too. She had left without saying a word. I texted her asking if she was okay and if she had made it home, because I didn't understand why she had suddenly left like that. She read the message. She didn't reply.

I was completely shocked. I went to my apartment and started crying my eyes out. I was so scared and uncomfortable. I couldn't stop wondering what had happened, how it had happened, or when.

The next morning, I woke up with a headache, swollen red eyes, and a message from my friend saying:

"Good morning, I'm home. Last night was fun."

I thought: "there is no way".

Something happened. She just doesn't want to tell me. I called her. She didn't answer. I texted her. She stopped responding. Eventually, I decided to leave it alone. Then, a few days later, I saw the stories of another mutual friend. They were together at a restaurant or café, smiling like everything was completely normal. I thought, there is no fucking way she can be acting this normal while I'm sitting here eating myself alive with fear and guilt. So I blocked her on everything.

When our group made plans to go out like we usually do, I made up an excuse and didn't go. One of the girls in the group, not the same friend from the story, asked me if something had happened between me and this girl. I kind of left out what actually happened because I didn't want her to think I was crazy. She just said, "Oh well, because she's been asking why you blocked her and why you've been avoiding her."

I didn't want to lie, so I admitted that yes, I was avoiding her and that I planned to keep doing so. She didn't seem too concerned about it and didn't ask any more questions.

And now I'm here. I haven't talked to any of them or gone out with the group since then. That whole situation genuinely messed me up. The atmosphere of that bar, the band, the way those guys looked at me, everything about that night keeps coming back to me in these weird little flashbacks.

I still have no idea what the hell happened that night.

Hey. This story happened many years ago, but it's been coming back to mind many times recently, so I decided to share it here, because why not?

When I was ten years old, I went outside with my little brother who was about 2-3 years old. He really enjoyed his morning walks so I asked my Mama to help me strap him in his stroller and took him through the alley adjacent to my house.

Keep in mind that I live in a small island in the Caribbean so it's pretty normal for kids to be just hanging around with siblings or other friends sometimes if they live close by. I just had to say that because some family that sometimes visit from overseas freaks out at the thought of letting kids go outside by themselves.

Okay, back to my story. The morning was cool. There were raindrops still on the flowers and grass from the showers of rain the night before.

I pushed my brother further down the alley and I was just talking to him even though he wasn't really speaking much yet. All of a sudden, this man came out from behind the wall.

I had seen him many times before, sometimes just talking to my uncle so I wasn't alarmed. He walked up to me and stood right in front of my brother's stroller, successfully blocking our path.

I told him Good Morning not forgetting my manners and he said the same. I angled the stroller to drive around him when he shifted once again blocking my path. I was getting uncomfortable.

"Where are you going?" he asked me.

"I'm just going on a little walk with my brother." I replied.

"Oh, that's nice, I was just going down by the beach. You can come with me." he offered.

My stomach dropped. You know that sinking feeling that you get sometimes when you feel like there is something wrong? That feeling was blaring through my body. I was getting a bit scared and I didn't even know why. I've seen him so many times before but that morning something told me to get out of there.

I guess your instincts know when you're in the presence of a predator. I told him that I wasn't sure if was going to the beach even though that was exactly where I was planning to go. My little brother loves listening to the waves, but I didn't want to go with him.

I was pleading internally that he would just walk away but he didn't. He took a step closer and asked the same question a bit more forceful. Saying that he knew that my brother liked the beach and we could spend some time together there.

I refused once again. He then Reached out and tried to grab the handle of my brother's stroller. I was TERRIFIED to say the least. I reversed so fast and shouted that I needed to go back home because my brother was hungry and RAN back home.

Mind you this was a freaking 40 something year old man and I was 10-year-old girl! I'm 18 now and thinking about this still gives me chills.

That's the end of my story. I can say that was probably my first creepy encounter with a man but unfortunately it wasn't my last.

Anyways I still struggle to figure out if I was overreacting or a little paranoid but I'm not sure.

What you think?

During my first year in construction, I frequently slept out of town frequently while I was getting used to the fucked up schedule. I lived over an hour away, and I'd regularly have to show up at 4AM and work until 9PM. This meant that on many days, id get practically no sleep if I were to go back home. I had permission to sleep inside of the yard as it's a fenced in area, but at that point (third week), I still hadnt opened up the gate myself, so I thought the gate code simply didn't work.

This meant that I was sleeping in a nearby park and ride area, which I didn't think a was much of an issue at the time. A little secluded and creepy, but not really bad since it was in the middle of nowhere. One night, I went out and got a couple of drinks from a bar, I got an Uber back to the area with my car, and tried sleeping off the booze before I had to be up in a few hours. Shortly after, I hear a woman wailing. It wasn't a cougar as she was calling for help and screaming out in what sounded like pain and desperation. I called 911 after a few minutes, and the officers came by, and told me to stay in my car while they investigated. It turns out there really was a woman, whom I believed was being assaulted for obvious reasons. I was terrified the entire time and full of guilt for not going out to confront whatever person did this.

One cop left, and to clear my conscience, I went to ask the other cop if there was anything I could have done. He told me to not get into the driver seat at all the next time I drink, and that the woman had mistaken me for a friend whom she was calling for a ride. Her friend got there immediately after he says that and I walk past her, as she asks me for a smoke. The cop, the woman, and her friend left, so I was alone and crashing down from the rollercoaster. I pulled a black and mild I kept for a rainy day from under the driver's seat, and I began laughing hysterically between puffs.

I think I would have been severely traumatized had I not made the potentially stupid decision to talk to that cop. I stopped sleeping outside of the yard shortly after that.

I female went to the library to pick out a book, I started reading and everything seemed normal at first, I didn’t think anything wierd would happen but what happened on that day is something I will NEVER forget.

I started reading the book I was already there for a few hours when suddenly a man around the age of 40-50 sat next to me at the table. I already tought it was wierd because the library was empty. But I just continued reading my book, it was a romance. The man next to me was just sitting there not doing anything.

I already felt really uneasy since I am still a young female and he was older than me. Especially in my city a lot of weird things happened that time, missing girls my age. Then he turned sideways and looked at me. Not like a zoning out stare just the coldest most deadliest stare I have ever seen. I felt really uneasy and decide to go “pick another book” and sat somewhere else. He just came and sat next to me again. I felt really uneasy and creeped out so I decided to rent the book and went home.

At home I still didn’t felt comfortable. When I left he also left but he went the other way. Later that night I was watching tv with my dogs. They suddenly started barking which they almost never do. I was scared like really scared when suddenly my doorbell rang. I looked at the ring camera and it was the same guy from the library. I didn’t hesitate and eminently called the cops.

It took them around 10 minutes to get to my house. But they arrived he was gone. They searched my whole property and I just sat there with my dogs on my lap outside, scared. There was a police offer with me since they came with a lot of cops. When
Suddenly of the cops yelled “ we got him” I didn’t where he was hiding. They took him in the car and drove off. Later on the cop told me they found him in my shed, he had food and a sleeping bag, everything he needed to survive. He was arrested and was guilty on stalking multiple girls and also the few kidnapping that happened.

So - this story might not sound super creepy compared to some of the other ones on here, but to me this was probably the scariest moment of my life and I still think about it all the time.

I live in the southern part of my State, and have a summer cabin up in the northern part - which is predominately forests and mountains and is extremely rural.

One night several years ago I was heading north to the cabin after work on a Friday. It was about a 4 hour drive and I wanted to get there Friday night so I could spend all day Saturday up there and Sunday as well and come home late Sunday for work again on Monday. I had gotten delayed at work and then after a series of events that \*of course had to happen when I was trying to get somewhere\* , I finally got going around 7PM. It was probably \~ 10PM / 10:30PM when I was driving down this super remote stretch of road in the mountains that had street lights every half mile or so, and as I came around the bend I saw a guy sitting underneath one of the lights looking down at the ground.

Now, we were miles, and I mean MILES away from anything. We were in a forest on a mountain and so why this guy was here - I had no idea. The only thing I could think is that he had been out walking and it had gotten too dark for him to continue \[I don't know why that was my immediate thought but it was\]. Since I'm a bigger guy and don't usually worry about many things, I got concerned for him and pulled over to ask if he needed help or wanted a ride somewhere.

It still creeps me out, because I can see it perfectly, but when he lifted his face he was wearing a mask - like one of the medical ones people wore during the COVID-era, and he wasn't just crying, but he was BAWLING his eyes out. I immediately got even more concerned. Then it dawned on me he was wearing a mask in the middle of absolute nowhere. So I rolled my window down and asked him if he was okay, needed help - all the questions etc. He just looked at me, and didn't say anything. Then he started screaming. And I don't mean like screaming, I mean like - shrieking to the point that he was going to rupture his vocal cords.

I work in medicine and so I'm super familiar with mental illness, people having psychological fractures etc, so my immediate thought was this kid is having some sort of break, he's obviously not okay, he needs help etc. So I park my car and start talking to him, letting him know it's okay, he's going to be okay, I just want to talk and hear what he has to say etc. Of course, my adrenaline at this point is flowing, but my medical training started going into overdrive and my primary concern was his wellbeing. He was clearly not in a good mental place, and he was on a mountain, in virtually pitch black conditions \[with the exceptions of sparse street lamps every so far apart\], so naturally I was concerned something bad was going to happen to him.

Of course there is no cell-phone service in this area, so calling someone was not something I could do. Anyway - I get out of the car, and am standing by it, just trying to talk to him. Finally he stops screaming, but he's not talking, just looking at me, staring at me. So I tell him, I'm happy to leave if he wants me to, but I'm also happy to sit and talk to him. He doesn't say anything, so I took that to mean he could use the company.

That was when I heard rustling from behind him, and that was when two other guys, similar in age and stature and build, came out from the woods behind him...also wearing COVID masks. That was when I immediately started freaking out. I was like - why the f\* are there three dudes, out in the middle of absolutely nowhere, miles away from anything, wearing masks. \[At this point in time COVID had come to a conclusion and masks were no longer being commonly worn anyway\].

Despite the super weird situation, the state I live in has almost no violent crime and it's just not something anyone who lives here ever thinks of, ESPECIALLY in the rural areas. So despite being freaked out, I didn't immediately drive away at that point. Instead, I decided to try and engage with the other guys. I asked them what was going on, and if their friend was alright since he was clearly an emotional dumpster fire. One of the guys just looked away but the other one said that yeah, everything was fine and that I should just leave.

I don't know why I didn't, but, of course, I didn't \[I would not survive long in a horror movie\]. I was super curious at this point as to what was going on, so I tried asking several more questions. I could tell the guy who had talked to me was getting frustrated, but I didn't really pay much attention, because I was still primarily concerned about their friend. That was when he pulled a gun out on me and told me to "get the fk out of here and mind my own fkn business".

Growing up in a rural state where guns are super common, I wasn't immediately terrified. I was standing there, I was near my car, and my car was still running, although in park, and then I saw the guy look like he was going to take off his mask. That was when it immediately clicked in my head. Right now I couldn't see their faces. I had a gun pointed at me. I was ABOUT to see one of their faces. Sh\*t just got really real real fast \[it should've gotten real much earlier - but of course...it didn't\]. So in a split second I was in my car fkn flooring it.

For days after that I was scouring the newspaper and local newspapers to see if any crimes had been reported in the area. I couldn't find anything in any reports or anything in the newspaper - nothing online, so eventually I kind of just let it settled into the back of my mind. To this day, I still wonder what it was that I stumbled across, and thank God my brain finally snapped into shape before I got shot.

I think I was almost kidnapped in middle school

Not sure if this was just one big coincidence or if it was an actual attempt but here we go. Back in middle school, I would do anything to get out of school early. From telling the nurse I was sick to quite literally pissing myself in the middle of gym class. This happened around 5-6th grade. I went down to the nurse one day and told her that I wasn't feeling good. I did my classic fake lethargic walk in the office, went to the bed and laid down while the nurse called my parents. I was eventually told to go get my stuff to go home.

I went, got my bag and everything I needed and started walking downstairs to go to the exit point. It was then when I got a text on my shitty little android phone by a random number that said "Hey [OP] i'm outside in the black Jeep by the crosswalk" I thought this was a little strange due to the fact that I thought either my mom or dad were getting me, but I assumed it was a family friend sent by my mom because she was too busy working.

Anyways I eventually left the building and started walking towards the black Jeep that was in fact sitting at the crosswalk. That's when I heard a voice calling out to me. It was one of the ladies in the main office screaming out of the window. She was telling me I had forgot to sign out and to come back in the building. I was a little annoyed but proceeded back inside. I signed out but when I was leaving I was shocked to see my dad waiting in the lobby for me.

For reference the exit point was between the main office which was on the right and the lobby which was on the left. I asked him about the text and he was pretty confused about it, so when we got in the car the first thing he did was drive up to the car and see what was up. In the car sat some overweight, balding ginger dude who me and my family had never seen in our lives. I immediately started crying and told him to drive away because I thought I was almost just the victim of a kidnapping.

Eventually I asked my mom about it and she said the one who sent the text was one of her female friends. I guess it was just her way of trying to shield me? I don't know. In my opinion this was either a genuine attempt at trying to snatch me up or a really weird and creepy coincidence. Let me know what you guys think.

I was at the bar with my best friend Stacey and her boyfriend Greg. I go to this bar pretty frequently on the weekends, as I live in a small town and mostly everyone knows everyone.

To make a long story short, this man in the bar kept staring at me. I’m like, okay, whatever, I’m used to men staring at me. To give some backstory, Stacey mentioned her other friend knows this said man because he has a pest control business and does ant spray and says to her friend that she’s lucky she’s married, etc. (Again, everyone knows everyone. This will make more sense later.)

So then we go outside because a lot of people hang out in the outside area, which is also connected to the parking lot. We notice he drives in a circle around the building very slowly with his window rolled down in his pest truck. My friend then starts mentioning he’s also an alcoholic. He then drives around the bar again, making this twice now. I don’t see him again after that.
To be clear, we had no conversation. I did smile at him once when he would not stop staring inside.

Anyways, she tells me to meet at her apartment, and Greg is coming as well. She needs to go inside to pay her tab, and in the meantime, I am sitting in my car with the door open waiting on my friend to finish her tab. (Stacey lives about 6 minutes from the bar. This is relevant later.)
So about 5 minutes go by, and I notice Stacey and Greg have left. I call her and I’m like, “Hey, I’m OTW to your house.” So I’m driving, and I notice this car behind me is on my ass.

Anyway, I pull into her neighborhood, and so does the car. I’m like, funny, small world. But then I park, and when I get out, the pest truck with the man from the bar is blocking me in like a T.
I run inside my friend’s apartment, and by the time I do, he is parked. Greg runs out, and he leaves.

After doing more research, he was charged with second-degree assault at an elementary school for kissing and grabbing another staff member. ALSO, he was hired at my high school after I graduated as a football coach and was fired and also charged because he made the boys do bear crawls as a punishment on turf, and they had third-degree burns on their hands.

And… my mom is friends with his ex-wife, and my brothers played baseball with his kids. Again, small world.

I did file a police report, and the police came and told me pretty much they can’t do anything. I already knew this because I’m very educated on things like this, and I let them know I just wanted them to know in case I was murdered.

He literally waited on me to leave the bar and followed me home.

I guess I just wanted to share this story because Stacey is scared he knows where she lives. He has previous arrests. This all happened about 30 minutes ago.
I’m just wondering also, what should I do to make sure he doesn’t start stalking me? I’m also worried because he is going to many women’s houses and also sounds like a repeat offender. It just sounds like he will eventually hurt or kill someone.

What do I do? I am scared.

to clarify i did tell the police everything gave them a picture of the truck. i did get my grammar fixed in the typing and paragraphs but i have bad spelling and grammar so i wanted everyone to understand me clearly

So this is a long story. I was dating this guy, he idealized me in his head around half a year before, got super obsessed with me quick. I’m talking he wanted to marry me 2 weeks in, built an entire world of our future together. He’s super poetic and romantic about it. Most of this is over text and he’s too shy to express it irl. He looks so sweet and most of all he acts and treats me like he’s the healthiest person in the world, which is something I needed. He appeared super shy and laid back when we talked irl. On text he would tell me these large, dramatic declarations of love (but also like “I would die if you left me…” etc.) He would be patient with me and did not come off as controlling. He even drives 6 hours to see me one day, on a bike. A month in, though, he starts telling me stuff. He tells me how his dad was a murderer, his PTSD, running from the cops, and how he could “be as easily manipulative and narcissistic” as his dad and so on... He tells me about his paraphelic “lucid” dreams and fantasies about me, specifically somnophilia and masochism. I told him I wasn’t comfortable with it and he treated it like he needed it. He’s also constantly smoking weed, being an edgelord, talking about how extreme his lifestyle is, especially his adrenaline and caffeine addiction.

Once he let me know about his dark fantasies and shit I started to feel unnerved. One time we were sexting and wanted to get on a call, once he picked up he was jacking off in the dark, staring at me. I keep asking him what’s wrong, what’s going on and he doesn’t answer for 30 minutes. I just started laughing and asking, then we would js sit in awkward silence for so long. He told me he didn’t make any noise during sex but I didn’t think he would totally ignore me. Once he also told me he has a bunch of knives laying around each corner, hell no. Every time when we would meet up irl I looked up and him and he smiled down back at me I felt like my judgment was scrambled and fucked up, like I couldn’t tell if he was a good person or not.

So I break up with him but from what he understands is I wanted to work on myself and not commit so early. He gives me this entire spiel about how he won’t act passive aggressive but he never wants to see me again. So, the next day i see him he’s completely fine, he looks happy. According to his friends he never mentioned me again, like what? The first girl he ends up talking to that’s interested in him is my best friend, she loved men who were creepy and that’s a whole nother can of worms.

A week later he pretty much manipulates her into dating him, not that she needed much of a push. He tells her all the same stuff he told me “i blocked her out of my memory, when stuff like that happens i forget it.” They have deep conversations for days on end and she is totally blindsided because she’s “never been treated this good before.” Well, a little while later he starts narcissistically abusing her. Things are constantly about sex, he’s fitting into her fantasies about being a dark bf. All the sudden 6 months after we break up he pulls my date aside to tell him he’s gotta warn him how I’m crazy and a player. He had an entire attachment thing where he didn’t want her to leave. She broke up with him because he insulted her friend. He blocked her, but strangely afterwards he came up to her and told her that her new boyfriend was hot. Totally unhinged! When me and the girl reconnected I asked her if she thought he was a psychopath and she said absolutely yes. I saw a picture of him hanging with some friends and he looks completely healthy and happy. How can someone like this act so fucking healthy?

Srry….had to repost bc I didn’t break up my text enough. Oops!!!

I (22f) was heading to work this morning and I had to stop to get gas. Now, gas is SO expensive right now especially where I am. Idk what it’s like in other places, but it’s like on average over 4 dollars a gallon here. So you can imagine my excitement when I see a gas station selling gas for $3.69 per gallon. I pulled in somewhat impulsively because I was for sure gonna get that cheap gas.

I got out of my car and starting pumping my gas like normal. I grew up in a somewhat sketchy area, and I have always been very aware of my surroundings. Who is around me at all times was always something I was taking note of especially when alone.

So, I’m standing there, waiting for my gas to finish pumping. I would have gotten back in my car if it weren’t for the fact that someone told me I legally have to stand next to the gas handle while it’s pumping (idk, but there I was).

I see a man walking into the parking lot and immediately take note of him. He sits down on a stair about 25 feet away from me. He’s just minding his business, I’m minding mine. But due to past experiences of course I’m keeping an eye on everything around me. I don’t notice him even look at me once. Suddenly, he gets up and starts to walk in my general direction. But, he’s not looking at me at all. Like no eye contact or anything. So I figure he’s going to go into the shop, or to throw something away.

Eventually, he gets close enough that I realize that he is indeed coming over to me. He leans on one of those gas station poles and says “how u doin” and I say “good.” You know, typical response. And I know this is probably going to be yet another creepy situation, but I don’t feel too scared, cause I have my pepper spray with me like I always do. In fact, it was in my hand at that very moment.

However, what he said next really shocked me. “Do you wanna get murked?” I said “what?” “Do you wanna get murked?” He repeated. I heard what he said… I was just so shocked. “What do you mean?”

At this point idk why I was even asking. But I didn’t really know what to do. Then he said “you don’t wanna have no kids or nothing…no husband?” I didn’t answer him. He continued, “You just wanna watch the world burn?” I shook my head. I had to finish up with the gas pump, and at this point it was done, and I said “absolutely not.” And as I was finishing up with my gas hatch opening thing, he said “oh so you nice?” I said, “yes.”

He said “what’s ya name. My name’s _______” (don’t remember his name ). I said “I’m not telling you my name when you walk up to me talking like that.” He said, “oh I’m sorry” in a somewhat demeaning tone. He wasn’t sorry, he wanted something. That kind of tone. I said, “ok, I gotta go to work though.”

He continued to beg things of me as I got in my car and quickly locked the door. He came up to my window and was gesturing and mouthing “I can make you happy I can make you happy.” I shook my head at him and drove away.

Later, I looked up the word “murked,” and sure enough it meant what I thought. “Killing, beating up, or dominating.” But the fact he brought up “you don’t want no kids or nothing” makes me think he was referring to something else.

I have to admit I’m not fluent in slang by any means, but I really fear that it was somewhat of a sexual threat. Google says it can be used that way. Either way it was the scariest thing someone’s ever come up to me and said, and idk if anyone is able to provide any further clarification on what he could have meant.

Luckily he wasn’t aggressive or anything……but what the heck. I’m glad I got out of there

At this time I was living in a pretty small rural town in the Midwest. Im pretty extroverted and quickly made friends, ending up with one best friend in particular. This girl was pregnant and her due date was about 6 months away.

We were inseparable. We got coffee, ate food, went on walks, and went to this small lake for swims. I helped her choose name ideas for her son, since she and her boyfriend were still deciding. She was a self proclaimed wine mom, so she really missed alcohol and it became a joke between us because I could still have it.

Her due date came up and she hadn’t gone into labor, just going to the hospital routinely. About week after her due date she went into the hospital, and she told me that she lost the baby. I was devastated. I received what I now know to be a “goodbye” text from her that was so eerie and confusing.

Long story short, after some pressing and investigating, I discovered that she had faked the pregnancy. She wore a fake stomach. She even bought wine and was completely toying with me.

To this day i still don’t know if I have processed this fully. And I don’t know if my friend ended up being a psychopath or just someone who was in a bad situation. I don’t wish her any harm and hope she’s okay, but it’s truly the craziest and scariest thing that has ever happened to me.