As The Raven Dreams Podcast - Scary Stories For Dark Dreams - Vol 28 | ATRD Podcast

Episode Date: February 23, 2025

Today we have around 2 hours of true scary stories with a late night ambience. Scary Stories For Dark Dreams is a collection of older stories, remastered and put together in a long form episode. This Collection includes the following stories; Stalker Stories (05/2022), Creepy Neighbor Stories (05/2022), And other true scary stories (06/2022) So, turn down the lights, tune in, and let the haunting tales of everyday people take you down that dark and creepy road. Remember, these aren't just stories... these are true experiences that remind us that our world can truly be scarier than fiction. Support the channel for Early Access AND more! Patreon ➤ https://patreon.com/AsTheRavenDreams Check out the Merch Store! ➤ https://teechip.com/stores/astheravendreams Much Love, and Sleep Well... ----- #TrueScaryStories #AsTheRavenDreams #RedditStories ➤ Stories include a content warning for language and sensitive/disturbing content. Viewer discretion is always advised. ➤ ALL Audio of this Podcast are copyright of AS THE RAVEN DREAMS / RAVEN ADAMS and may not be duplicated, in any format, without explicit permission ➤ If you like any of the following stories, consider subscribing! - Dark Web horror stories, creepy lets not meet stories, stalker stories, Glitch In The Matrix Stories, Unexplained Horror stories, Paranormal stories, cryptid encounter stories, Crazy ex lover stories, creepy neighbor stories, quantum immortality, true scary stories from reddit, or any other True horror Stories! ➤ And Remember; You are loved, you are important, and you are valid. Never let anyone tell you otherwise. Story 1: 0:24 Story 2: 13:19 Story 3: 21:49 Story 4: 33:47 Story 5: 38:36 Story 6: 44:40 Story 7: 1:02:37  Story 8: 1:06:00 Story 9: 1:10:49 Story 10:1:15:03 Story 11: 1:21:14 Story 12: 1:27:00 Story 13: 1:30:32 Story 14: 1:34:25 Story 15: 1:38:59 One ad spot at Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

It's never too early to plan your summer story in Europe with WestJet, from rolling countryside to cobblestone streets. Begin your next chapter. Book your seat at westjet.com or call your travel agent. WestJet, where your story takes off. If you have a true scary story you'd like to share with the podcast, go to as the ravendreams.com and click the button to send it my way. Also, if the platform you're on has the option to rate the podcast or leave a comment,

please consider doing so. And as always, thank you. This happened when I went to visit my sister, Alexa, and her husband in Texas. My family had always lived in Colorado, but any chance that she got, Alexa could be found outside, exploring and always on the move. So, the first chance she got after high school, she started moving around to better see the country, I suppose. She ended up meeting her husband, Edgar,

when she lived in Utah, and they moved back to Colorado briefly before finally settling in Texas, due to his job. They didn't have kids and didn't plan to, so they still roamed around a lot when they could. She was three years older than me, and I always lived vicariously through her. I still lived in Colorado, and, The thought of moving to another state was kind of nerve-wrecking to me, but watching her was good enough for me, especially when she would invite me over to at least see the area

and try to convince me to move as well. So one year my boyfriend at the time, JP, and I decided we would take a vacation down to Texas and stay with them for a few days. It was my fifth anniversary with the company that I worked for, which gave me an extra week of vacation. I was itching to use it before the end of the year, like I usually did, and I wanted to actually go somewhere and do something.

Alexa invited us to stay with them and offered to pick us up from the airport if we flew, which would save us a lot on a hotel and gas, so hell yeah, we took the offer. JP had actually been to parts of Texas a few times, so I was the only one that had never been. I was excited and nervous about it all at the same time. The flight was fine. There was mild turbulence, but it was fine otherwise. Airplanes make me nervous. Like I said, I'm kind of a wimp.

I hadn't seen Alexa since Christmas, which was nearly six months prior to, so it was no surprise when we flipped our lids in the airport. We got back to her place, and she showed us to the spare bedroom, and then walked us around the rest of their home. It was gorgeous. They had a huge fenced-in backyard with a garden full of produce, and she even made salads with the stuff that she had grown. And her dog, Ray, which she had brought with her for Christmas,

He was a cute little corgi with a lot of energy. We sat and chatted for a while, and I helped her prep dinner while we waited for Edgar to get off work. We flew out on a Friday, so we would be able to spend time with them over the weekend, while he was off. And Alexa took the week off as well, so we weren't sitting around with nothing to do. We had a cookout and sat out on their back patio, just having a good time and talking and reminiscing. We then got on the topic of camping, and they suggested that we should do it over the weekends.

We weren't expecting this, so, of course, we didn't have any camping supplies like a tent or sleeping bag. However, they were set on this idea, and while they had an extra tent, we went and bought some other equipment so that we were prepared. So after we got back from shopping, we stayed at their place that night since it was already late, and then started packing stuff for a camping excursion. We got the tents and sleeping stuff put together,

and then we packed a couple of coolers with food and drinks so that we wouldn't run out while we were there. The reason they wanted to pack so much was because it wasn't going to be a quick trip back to the city if we forgot something. We were going to be staying in the very south parts of Texas, like close to the border. She said that at night it gets really dark and quiet, and there's rarely anyone around to intrude, so it's a beautiful place to get away. However, it also tends to get cooler, so they warned us to be prepared for that. Otherwise, we got all packed up and took Edgar's truck out there. He had a bench seat in the back, so we had a bench seat in the back, so we were.

We could all sit in there and have our stuff in the bed. It was perfect. So when we got there, she was absolutely right. There were trucks every once in a while, where people were patrolling. We saw some guy on a bike with a huge tub-like thing on the back that he was putting trash in. He was picking stuff up, which was pretty cool. But to my surprise, people really did leave us alone. We got the tents set up and then made a fire.

fire since it was going to get cold and just kicked back again talking and having a good time the guys were constantly trying to one-up themselves doing push-ups and backflips so alexa and i were cracking up making fun of them everything was great until we had a van pull up and three guys got out of it i was a little nervous because i had asked my sister if we would be trespassing, and she said no in that people do this all the time. I know it doesn't make it right, but I trusted her and didn't have any reason to think otherwise. The guys stopped and stood up, dusting themselves off and looking over at them. As two of them approached, I could tell as they got closer that they were in camo, but it was the digital stuff, so they were out in the desert-looking area.

with no green to hide in, as is, but it wasn't the natural-looking stuff. I was already a little nervous, but when Edgar went to welcome them, the guy immediately yelled at him to shut up and not move. He then asked us what we were doing there, and my sister tried explaining that we were just camping. That's when the first guy waved the second guy over,

and we noticed he was holding a gun and started walking over to the guys. J.P. started saying something when the guy raised the gun to his face telling him to shut up again. At this point, I'm freaking out internally and looked over at my sister to gauge her reaction, and the fact that she looked just as terrified did not bode well for me. The first guy told us we weren't allowed to be there, and they made the two guys get on the ground and started restraining them with something other than handcuffs. Then, the first guy made Alexa and I stand up and had us lean against Edgar's truck.

He said we would all have to go with him to make a report and asked us if we had anything illegal on us. We said no. He then started patting us down, but it wasn't a normal pat down. He was very aggressive, and he seemed to linger when he was touching our hips and our thighs. I then saw that he got close to my sister's face and whispered something. When he pulled back, she looked over towards me, and I could see that she was about to start crying. He then yelled over to the second man to have them stand up, saying he would be waiting here with him and that we would be going back with him for a strip search since we could be smugglers.

The third guy that was standing by the van then came to us and started pulling us over to get in. This is when my sister started pleading with them, saying we weren't here to do anything other than camping, and promised to leave if they would just let us go now. All I could do was not in agreement, as I choked back tears myself. But the guy wasn't having it, and he started threatening to shoot us if we didn't shut up. As we were stalling to get into the van, the first guy was going through our cool, and we noticed some lights approaching in front of us. They seemed to slow down as they curved around the area that we were in,

and the third guy that was with us started waving at the car. I was beginning to worry it was someone else that was with them and that we were screwed for sure. But then Edgar started yelling out to them. It made the guy that was with them start to look out frantically, as he didn't know what to do and looked over to the first two guys, who were now standing and looking at the strange car, and then back to Edgar. He then started walking swiftly but calmly towards the van, saying, let's go, and the second guy started running over to him.

The guy with us said something to the effect of, watch what you tell people, pushing us back. They all got in the van and drove off. The car that we saw had stopped, and the van slowed down as they passed, and then they sped away. Once they were out of view, we ran over to the guys

since they still had their hands behind them, but they had them out by the time that we got there. They had only tied them in a knot with what looked like shoestring, so it wasn't very good or sturdy, thankfully. Then the person in the car got out and came over to us. It was an older man in a cowboy hat, and he asked us what was going on

and if we were okay. We all frantically started explaining what happened, and the man ran back to his car where he said his phone was and he called for help. After he got off the phone with them, he explained that he was a retired cop, and he liked to drive out here as well and watch the sunset, and that he had seen plenty of people doing the same thing as us. but he said that he felt something was off when he saw the van and the man standing with JP and Edgar, so he decided to stop. I could not thank that guy enough either. When the police showed up and we explained everything, they didn't really seem shocked by any of this. I know they're probably trained to not really show expression, but it was just a terrifying situation for us.

They seemed like it was just another day. But when Edgar started to become upset about the whole thing, they finally told us this wasn't the first time they've had this reported. They've been telling people not to do this, apparently for this exact reason. But of course, some people don't listen, and some others, like my sister and Edgar, hadn't heard anything about it. so they took our report and suggested that we leave in case they come back, and we did not hesitate. We drove back almost in silence to their place, with Edgar trying to lighten up the mood, and then we all went to bed.

I tried asking Alexa what the guy said to her, but she refused to acknowledge the question, or just wouldn't tell me. I didn't push it beyond that, because obviously it was terrifying. The next day was a bit awkward, but we quickly pushed forward so that we could still have a good time. We ended up going to an arcade-style bar thing that weekend, and then just hung out at their place. The rest of the week was still fun as well, and by the end of it we had put it behind us. They tried apologizing when we left, but hell, it's not like they expected any of this to happen. The bad part is, they never found or caught the guys either. I just hope that they were never successful in getting someone into that van.

So, Biennue at board of Viarai. Embarked and profite. Embarked and celebrate. Rigolet. Publiere. Savoy. Admirate. And profite. Villaray, the voice that we love. So, for context. I'm an 18-year-old female from the UK. But at the time, this story takes place, I was 16.

I had just gotten my first job as a cleaner. My boss was my uncle's close friend, and the money was great. My boss is a cool person, friendly, and takes care of his workers. So, in lockdown, I was a cleaner in a warehouse, doing simple jobs such as cleaning tables. I worked part-time, as I was attending sixth form. Another man called Gerald would work the afternoon shift, and I would work the morning shift or vice versa. He usually liked to make long chit-chat conversations,

which sometimes frustrated me, as he would speak to me when my shift started and he was ending so we would cross over. Anyways, he would speak to me about law, because I'm studying law. He told me that he studies law as well. He even gave me a university law textbook to live, look through. The first red flag was that Gerald told me that he was 25. However, he looked old, and he had a bald patch on his head. He clearly was not 25, but somewhere near 40. For a joke, I laughed and said, you don't look 25. As weeks went by, he would speak to me for half an hour

during my shift, which I thought was weird because he was trying to relate to me about random topics. He came into work when my shift was ending, and he looked sad. Being the nice person I am, I asked what was wrong, and he told me that his girlfriend was in a coma due to cancer. I was sympathetic, however as weeks went on, he would burden me with his home and relationship updates. I found this so weird because I was just 16, and he was a few decades older than me. He would tell white lies and red flags. For example, he said he had a Mustang, a really nice car. He showed me a picture, but it was clearly from Google.

I was thinking, is he trying to show off? The biggest red flag was that he gave me his number. Now, I know you're reading this in probably, probably thinking, why did you take it? But I was a kind, big-hearted teenager, and I wanted to help others. It got so weird that he would message me every day, sending me pictures of his girlfriend. Gerald messaged me saying it was his birthday, and said he was sad due to not being able to spend it with his girlfriend. He told me to look at his WhatsApp story.

There were hundreds of girls wishing him a happy birthday, which was so weird because the photos were definitely from Google. The text also was always, Happy Birthday, Gerald, can't wait to party later. I'm thinking, why is the text the same if different people are sending him a message for his birthday? He clearly got the photos from Google and pasted them onto his profile and then added the same text for each one. He could even try to fake it.

another separate time he would love to argue with his other cleaner who was contracted to the warehouse company whereas my boss's company was an independent company doing separate jobs in the warehouse anyway I got along with the other cleaner

Mary she would tell me about the weird things that Gerald was saying to her Mary was 50 years old and very outspoken Mary obviously had experience with more people than I did. She told me that she got a bad feeling about Gerald. Gerald would always come in to work early to sit at the tables, or to speak to me after my shift.

After Mary and Gerald had been arguing, Gerald stood in the corner and stared so creepily at Mary, as if intimidating her on purpose. Just standing there. Eyes open wide to scare her, This sent a shiver down my spine. I went over to Mary and asked if she was okay. She said she was fine.

Gerald actually looked like he could murder Mary right there. This scared me. His eyes are something that I will never forget. I also remember when I had first started the job. This warehouse worker came up to me and asked what was Gerald's name. I replied with two names, as Gerald went by a couple different. different names. I found this off.

Red flag number 100. The warehouse worker said he recognized him from somewhere. A few months later, the warehouseman walked up to me and showed me a screenshot from a police website. Gerald was wanted, as he was posing as a lawyer, which was another lie. He was never studying law like he told me. He would scam old people into giving him hundreds. him and his equally sick brother defies a plan into conning vulnerable single elderly people.

He was described in the post to be a man who everyone should stay away from. I was shocked. Immediately I went home and told my mom and showed her the screenshot that I found online. She was horrified and said she was glad that I didn't speak to him anymore or see him at work. I also told my dad what happened. He looked angry.

He said, what the hell? And my dad told me that he knew who this man was, and that he was a creep and dangerous. His whole family were scammers and drug dealers, and involved in shady business. My dad said if he ever saw this man, he would beat the crap out of him. That week he left work,

and I didn't see him again, until a few months later. I asked my boss one day, what happened to Gerald. He told me that he had caught Gerald drinking on the job. This surprised me, as usually I had a good radar and could tell if someone had been drinking. I was shocked. As previously mentioned, I did see Gerald again. My boss would ask me to do random shifts in hotels for cash in hand. My boss had picked up Gerald and drove to my house to pick me up so we could all clean the hotel. I didn't know why my boss still had Gerald as a worker.

I think he felt sorry for him, to be honest. I was so panicked as now Gerald knew where I lived. This unsettled me because my family and I are very private people, and we only let close friends and family know where we live. I was shocked to see him in the car, as I had not seen him for months. had I known before getting in the car that Gerald would be there, I wouldn't have done the job. I got in the car and he said a simple, Hello, I was blunt with him and only spoke to my boss. I didn't care if I came across as mean, because I knew what a horrid evil person Gerald was. And this experience has taught me a lot.

It taught me to always trust my gut, and that first impressions are nine times out of ten I haven't seen Gerald since, and I hope it stays that way. Gerald, you took my kindness and used it as a way to get close to me for God knows what reason. You were a creep. I do hope the karma gets to you. You used old people and scammed them as a way to make money. You're disgusting. And I hope that we never meet again.

Starting off, this happened last Wednesday night. into Thursday morning. Recently, my company started providing armed security for an old hotel under a new name and management in Southern Colorado Springs. I don't know exactly how old this place is, but it has been an active hotel since I was very young. Well, as we started the contract,

the standard for the first two months was to have two security officers working, one senior and one new. My last shift, I was paired with the really annoying rookie, and this kid was uptight and dumb. For years, it's been known that many deaths, be it suicide, natural, or even a few instances of murder have occurred at this hotel.

My concern was to make sure heavy drug users didn't sneak into the building and squat. The new kid, though, wanted to inspect everything from the littlest noises to anyone walking around after midnight to see if they were guests or not. Well, I think when we got called to the basement, it changed the kid's overly inquisitive nature or just plain affected him.

Front desk security. The hotel radio poorly chimed out. Go for security. I replied, thinking it was another guest call complaining about the neighbors or a homeless person in the lobby. Can you both check the basement? A motion sensor trip was sent to the front desk switchboard, and I wasn't down there. You'll have to come get the key for the access stairs.

The night auditor said, half awake, thinking to myself, if we have to get a key to access it, how would someone have gotten down there? As we approached the front desk, the night auditor stated that the switchboard had gone off twice more since she called us, less than three minutes earlier. So, curious, I asked how someone could get down there without the key to the stairwell door. Oh, I forgot to mention the broken elevator. It isn't broken. It just only goes from the first floor to the service area of the basement without the

maid's key at the moment. She stated like it was no big deal. Annoyed, I grabbed the key off the counter and told the rookie to look alive in case someone went down there knowing that bit of information. At the mouth to the basement behind the doors, we began hearing heavy moans and breathing that sounded like it could have either been directly behind the door or on the complete other side of the basement. Before we go in, I'm the lead officer.

You will not do anything unless I tell you to. Stay on my six, follow my lead. Do you understand? I barked at the rookie, to which he did a quick, but confident nod. I pushed open the door and announced, Security, if anyone is in here, announce yourself now, as this is standard for whenever we enter an area on most of our properties,

when suspected trespassers are present. The rookie followed in behind me as I proceeded. The safety lights were on, on every other fixtures, so I didn't feel it necessary to turn on the full lights, since there was enough light to see everything clearly. Towards the complete opposite side of the basement, we began to hear what sounded like someone jingling a large key ring. My first thought was,

Oh joy, another meth head. As I began moving down the corridor, I heard the sound of the hood of a holster disengage. Pissed, I turned right around to chastise the rookie for drawing his gun, but angry turned into confused. He was standing there, pale and fixated, eyes forward. Did you hear that? He stammered.

I replied with, It might just be a machine switching, but remember, follow my lead. Now, thinking that there was someone at the end of the corridor and the main laundry, I unsnapped my taser latch just in case. As we approach to the end of the basement, to the other locked stairwell access, we didn't find anything out of the normal, or a person trying to nest. But as we reached the freight elevator, we found a sign that set the next set of events into motion. Security.

All elevator access to the basement will be unavailable overnight from the first to the 12th. If you need access, get the key from the death. I took a picture of it to show the night auditor, but I got a chill while doing so. As the rookie and I began double-checking every area on the way back to the stairs that we came in from, we started experiencing minor paranormal occurrences, starting after the rookie found a few spiritual items. While still in the main laundry, towards the far back secondary stairs, the rookie found an burned bundle of white sage

wrapped in white lace. I'm sitting on top of one of the large machines. Not knowing anything about sage, the rookie quickly snatched it off the machine and said, Hey, I think I found a weird joint. I turned to see him holding a bundle of white

sage. Hey, dumbass. First, put that down. Second, that's not marijuana. It's cleansing sage. This kid didn't know anything about paranormal phenomenon or how to protect against it so I told him not to pick up anything especially if it isn't something he's familiar with after he put it back where he grabbed it from the first occurrence happened as he set it down about 20 feet

behind him a shelf filled with clean folded towels fell completely off the wall as we documented it for a report a small snicker came from further up the corridor, but only like a split second of one. We began moving up to the next section where the overstock furniture and appliances were stored. An overhead pipe that was not leaking when we passed under it earlier was now leaking like a huge crack had just happened. I thought this was odd, because I was sure with the amount of water leaking we would have

heard it, regardless of our location in the basement. As I was inspecting the pipe for the point of the leak, the rookie yet again picked up something. Hey, this isn't Sage 2, is it? I looked over to see him smelling Palisanto wood tied with a red ribbon. Dude, I replied, exhausted, when he just drops it. I look down in the puddle of water from the leaking to see a bare footprint within the water. Starting to get freaked out.

I stated that we needed to get back upstairs. We proceeded to the second to last section. Immediately I noticed a cross on the wall, on a wall that I didn't spot earlier with lavender sage wrapped in a purple lace. Take a quick look around and make sure nothing is going on so we can go. I said trying not to show that I was getting unnerved. Nothing happened in this section. Until just before we moved through the double doors,

when all the safety lights behind us, back to the laundry, started flickering. Honestly, thinking something was going to happen but not wanting to show that I was starting to freak out, I told the rookie to move to the last room. Finally, the last area where we came in from. Luckily, in here there were only two small planning offices and the hub room. The difference between when we entered the basement till now was that the last place. until now, was that the light was on inside the hub room. I told the rookie to watch the hall as I checked the planning offices, which was quick,

but when I went into the hub room to check and turn off the lights, I looked down at the server monitor for the main cameras. In the hub room, it had the whole hotel cameras on this one monitor. Up at the front desk, the cameras only show the exterior, hallways of the room. rooms and the pool areas. So, I took a glance at the screen and noticed the lights were still flickering in the main laundry. A big pause in the lights occurred, and the night vision started to kick on.

Slowly, a figure on the screen from the laundry became visible. I realized while intently staring that the figure was standing next to the machine that the white sage was on. A bright flash lit the monitor window, as the lights were. came back on, and my heart dropped as the room lay empty. The person who was standing in the night vision of the camera was just gone. I looked away to the doorframe of the hub room and see a bundle of black sage nailed to the frame, wrapped in black twine.

I walk out, closing the door behind me. Are we clear? The Rookie asked me. Still stunned by what I saw on the camera, I replied, We're done down here. We enter the stairwell, and we lock the door. Back in the lobby, the night auditor came over and asked if we found anything. I'm going to go out front and smoke, and then I'll show you the issues that we found.

I said, pulling the pack from my pocket. The auditor, seemingly knowing that I was startled, asked, you didn't touch the wards, did you? I looked her in the eye without saying a word. Oh, dear, you did. It's now been roughly a week since I've been there, and I can say, I'm not looking forward to going back. Follow-up, I found out this afternoon that the rookie I worked with that night has departed the company. I wasn't told if he quit or was fired, but he's not on the staff anymore as of today.

So, I'm kind of curious if he left because of what happened. And update as of today, now it's been ten days since that shift, and I had a random drop-in from my command on another service area. While talking to him, I asked what happened to the rookie since he disappeared from the company. Without telling me too much, the rookie three days after the occurrence had a mental breakdown and had to leave the company entirely and move back in with his parents out of state. During the semi-exit interview, he stated that he was having fits of paranoia, insomnia, and illness. The boss didn't know about the basement when he told me this, so I told him about what happened, without showing the post so not to get snapped at.

And his response was, that's what happens when you pick up Sage. I'm more convinced from what my boss told me that he's suffering from, a demonic imprinting. I, 21 female, work at a library. My job consists of fixing broken technology and hanging out in the teen area to make sure nobody dies. Tonight, two teenage boys walk in about 15 minutes removed from each other. One of them was fine, logged into a video game and started playing.

The other one was considerably less fine. I knew something was a bit strange almost immediately. He smelled like baloney and body odor, and seemed to stare at me wherever I went with this unreadable expression. But, hey, sometimes teenagers are weird, and sometimes they smell bad, so I brushed it off. While I was putting books back on the shelves, he followed me around. He asked me if my personality matched my combat boots. I didn't really know how to respond, so I said yes.

Eithen asked me if I liked to try new things. In a way that was pretty suggestive now that I think about it, I completely missed his cue, though. I blame my asexuality. Regardless, I told him that I liked to try new things, assuming he was talking about sports or food or something. He then asked if I wore leather. I said no.

once again having no idea what he was actually talking about. The shelving continued, and he told me that he could never work my job. I asked why not. He gestured to the other boys in the library, celebrating that he'd done well in a match of Fortnite. He then told me in an almost bragging way that he was too much of an asshole to ever tolerate kids the way that I can. Now, when someone tells me they are an assort,

asshole, I tend to take their word for it, so he wasn't exactly getting brownie points with that particular sentiment. I shrugged and told him I liked the jobs and that kids were actually a bonus to me. Eventually, I sat back down at the desk, and he pulled a chair up so closely that I could feel his breath on my back. He asked me why I wore a mask. I couldn't at this point report him to security on the computer, because he was a mask. because he was right behind me, and I didn't want to risk making him angry.

I told him it was because I was recovering from a cold. He seemed to accept this answer for a while, until he saw me remove my mask briefly to drink from my water bottle. Once I put my mask back on, he poked me in the arm, telling me to leave the mask off. I told me I was too pretty to wear something like that. At that point, I was basically done. I emailed my co-worker saying I was ready for my break, intending to hopefully wait him out. But my co-worker was trying to fix something somewhere else in the library, and once again, reporting him to security was off the table. So, I would have to endure it a little longer.

He asked me about where I lived, what social media I used. Could he have my social media? where my hometown was, etc. I managed to dodge questions as he leaned towards me, his breath smelling like a year-old pound of bacon, and his face inches from the back of my head. Eventually, he got up to leave and walked out of the room. I breathed a sigh of relief and got back to whatever I was doing before.

But then, he came back in and kept talking. My co-worker arrived just as I was explaining to him once again that it was unprofessional to give him my social media usernames, and I promptly got up and went to the restroom, bidding the strange boy a good night, hoping he would get the hint and leave. Nope, he was still there when I returned. My co-worker thanked me for returning to save him from the patron. Apparently while the boy wasn't sexually harassing the co-worker, he was inexperienced. explicably intense. He attempted to drum up more conversation after that, but I think after a while he got bored and left.

I reported him to security and tried to go back to being productive, but I just wanted to call my mom and crawl back into bed at that point. So, not much else got done. I grew up in a pretty good age, just before phones and iPads took over childhoods. My friends and I grew up in a small town in Lake Ontario, so we got into all sorts of shenanigans that were water-related, be it jumping off the piers, making huge bonfires by the lakes, or one of our favorites sneaking on the boats. Only the ones out of the water and not in use.

They were kept off to the side of the actual marina, down a dirt road that hooked around a densely forested. hill. It was early fall, so a lot of the boats were out of the water, and the marina was pretty quiet. I was probably 10, maybe 11 at the time, and my best friend, let's call him Ron, was about nine. It was late afternoon, and we were on our way to climb onto some boats, the ones that hadn't been covered for the winter season yet anyway. Another way onto the road from the actual Marina was down a pretty steep hill. We would but slide down it and approach the boats from behind, minimizing any chance of

Marina's staff seeing us. We approached like normal, and Ron began ascending up the metallic scaffold the boat was poised upon. When we reached the top, I began my approach. But upon climbing, I noticed a car, which I can still picture to this day clearly. It was a blue Hyundai. I'm not sure the model or make or anything. I'm not great with cars, but it was a two-door style.

A man in his early 30s, maybe, very redneck, excuse my lack of a better term, he was just sitting inside and staring up at me climbing up this scaffolding. Me, obviously thinking I was in trouble, dropped down, and so Ron made his way back down too. I sent an apologetic wave, but the guy only returned a smile. A kind of creepy, smile. And then he began to roll down the window. Now what are you boys doing?

He asked in an almost sarcastic and witty tone. I didn't really give much of a reply. I wasn't huge on talking to strangers. Mom kind of pounded that one in. I forgot exactly what I did, said, but I just remember him laughing and getting out. He did not look at all like the marina staff, and he just sort of strolled towards us and removed cigarettes from his pocket.

You want to smoke? He asked two nine and eleven-year-old kids. Like, um, I looked at Ron with a we should leave desperation. He was very much feeling it too. I don't remember if I said no thanks or just turned, but as we began to walk behind the boats back down the dirt road towards the marina, he kind of strolled behind us and asked a little demandingly if we wanted a ride. At this point, we started to book it.

It was fighter flight. I checked behind me to see if he was following and through the scaffolds of the boats. I could see him getting back into his car frantically. Then we could hear him, peeling out and around on the rocky dirt road. I knew that we couldn't make it back past the curve and to the marina before him, so I grabbed Ron and we started running the other way, back towards the hill that we had but slid down. He peeled off much quicker around the bend, and Ron and I flew up this hill faster than should have been possible.

We booked it up the road to this tourist center slash gym that had just been built, pretty much, and we ran inside frantically. Ron was in full on tears, and the two girls working in there jumped right up to attend to us. I remember remaining fairly calm. It was only about 30 seconds into explaining our story that we saw the blue Hyundai pull in, circle the empty parking lot, except for the staff vehicles, and stop for a second. One of the ladies ran out upon our confirmation of the vehicle,

and he peeled off away down the road. The police were called, and Ron's older sister came to pick us up. I don't remember why, but I think my parents may have been out that night for something. Nothing ever came of the police reports or anything, though, and as far as I know, this guy is still around, and that's really horrifying to me.

Over the years, people have tried to argue with me, and said it was probably a boat owner or marina staff, but I'd lived there for years and I had never seen him before. Plus, it was all just too strange. He didn't seem to mind us on the boats. He offered us smokes and a ride. And then he peeled around to follow us, and then pulled into the tourist parking center,

where when almost confronted by a... grown up, he took off. Anyways, there is my retelling of a story that I've been meaning to get out for a while, and I'm really thankful that I was there with Ron. He was much younger, and this could have ended very differently. Cheers for listening, mates. Teach your little ones to stay safe out there, and practice it yourself. Also, never trust Blue Hyandes.

Back in the 80s, my parents' were living in Venezuela with my maternal grandparents. But when they found out that my mom was pregnant with their first kid, me, they wanted to make a better life for themselves. So, with my grandparents' encouragement, they moved to the States. They moved around a bit, starting in California, since my dad already had family living there, and then we ended up making our way to Montana,

where they eventually settled for good. After I was born, they had my little brother a few years later. So, at the ages of eight and three, and they took us back to visit Venezuela and meet our grandparents and our other family for the first time. It was a lot of fun from what I remember. There were a lot of cousins around my age, and we all had a blast. We played kickball,

and I remember climbing this huge tree in my grandparents' backyard, and I just laid around on the branches, laughing at a few of my younger cousins that couldn't reach us. I remember eating way too many of these little pies that my grandma made herself. They had some kind of fruit glaze inside, and were sprinkled with cinnamon on top. I have no idea what she called them, I could never remember, but they were phenomenal. and I really didn't want to leave when we did.

After we got back, my parents promised us that we would go at least once a year and even told us maybe when I had asked if we could move there, not having any sense of distance in the difference between a state and a full country move. All I knew was, as a kid, I loved it. Unfortunately, things happened and we weren't able to go back there the next year, but then we did the year after, when my little sister was born. It was just as much fun that year as it was the last time. It would be a few more years before we would be able to go again,

but we did have some family come and visit us, which also was a lot of fun. After that, my parents had two more kids, and they decided it would be too expensive, and not safe to travel with five kids and only two adults, so we stopped going as a family. I went one more time with just my dad when my paternal grandfather passed away. Of course, it wasn't all for fun, but it was still great seeing some of my family that I had only talked to on the phone or via email.

After that, we pretty much stopped going. We went on vacations as a family in the States, but it wasn't the same. I had fun with my siblings, but there was such a strong family connection between all the aunts, uncles, cousins, and traditions that I really hung on to. And I knew that when I was capable to do so, I knew I would be returning on my own. That way, I could do what I wanted, however long I wanted to, while I was there, and that was exactly what I set out to do. In my early 30s, I had completed my college degree and was at a pretty steady job. I was working my way into the position that I wanted. The place I worked for had great pay and benefits, as well as vacation time.

And, since I didn't have a family or even a significant other at this point, I decided I would make my vacation time useful and go on my Venezuela trip. My closest cousin and one of my best friends, Daniela, was going to be turning 34, so I thought it would make for a great surprise to show up, and then we could all go out and have fun. I talked with my parents about it, as I at least wanted someone to know where I was, and I would prefer having a ride to the airport, and they loved the idea. They helped me with the locations and where the safest areas to stay were. They were adamant that someone would let me stay with them, but I also didn't want to be an unexpected guest, and I still wanted to be able to explore on my own, so I wanted to find a hotel. And I got it all booked and paid for it.

The time finally came for my trip, and my parents took me to the airport, but made me stuff some extra things in my case to give to people. It was a little nerve-wracking as I'd never flown alone, and I had a layover, so I had to check in, bored, do all of it on my own and quickly. But I did it with minimal issue. When I arrived, I got a ride from the airport to the hotel, which was about 45 minutes away, and I checked in as normal. Now, I will say here that I do speak Spanish.

I wasn't perfectly fluent at it, but I knew enough that I could hold a conversation, talk to people at the airport, on the bus, tell the receptionist about me and things like that. I just sometimes get tripped up on less common words or phrases. However, I think I surprise people when they realize that I do speak Spanish. such as the hotel receptionist. She lightened up quite a bit with me when I did, and even gave some great suggestions on places to visit and areas to avoid. As we all do, in the States I'd been told by both my parents and this lady

of certain little areas to stay clear from, as it was typically nothing but trouble. I got to my room, though, and it was beautiful. It had an older theme to it but was very common. comfortable to be in. I called my parents once I checked in and decided to freshen up before I went to my cousins. After a few hours, I made my way over to their place. I was able to get a bus that took me most of the way and then a cab to take me the rest.

Just as expected, they were beyond ecstatic to see me. I'm sure part of them was hoping to see the whole family, which I would have loved to have been able to do for them, but we all still enjoyed our time together. We must have sat and talked for hours, going through photos, little trinkets, and memorable times, and then swapping gifts. By then it was already getting late, so I ended up getting dinner for us all, and they gave me a ride back to my hotel after offering to have me stay with them. We all agreed to meet up the next day, and Danielle and I were going to go around the area

for some sightseeing. Daniela was up and at my room early the next day, barely giving me enough time to get ready before she yanked me out of my room. We had a great day, though. She took me to an old movie theater and a park that we went to as kids. We were shopping and even went to a nice place to eat.

There were so many memories brought back in one day. It was incredible. The next day was her birthday, and after having a celebration with the family, we were going to go out and have some fun. The next day went as planned, too. We had a party at her place, as she was still living with her parents, my aunt and uncle. Then, after they settled in for the night, we headed out. She said she knew a good place that we could go to party,

as she had been there plenty of times, and even joked about finding a guy there. When we got there, I was a little surprised by the way it looked, but I trusted Daniela since she said she had been there many times before. It quite honestly looked like a shack with a shoddy extension built on to the side to extend the size of the place. There were a few people standing around outside smoking. It all seemed a little sketch, but upon approaching them,

they were all very friendly. Everyone was well-mannered, most spoke Spanish, but also some English, which helped me a bit too. There were a few people there that Daniela knew already, so she introduced me to her friends. We all had a great time. And I tried drinks that I had never heard of, or tried in the States, which probably also affected my ability to think clearly, I'm sure. After some time, I felt like I was going to just collapse with how exhausted I was. Somehow, Daniela looked like she still had hours left in her. I didn't want to leave her, but since she seemed to have friends around, I was less worried about it.

I told her in order for me to be able to function whatsoever the next day, I was going to have to head back to my hotel. She understood, so I hugged her and headed out the front. One of the older guys out there, old enough to be my father, I'm sure, offered to give me a ride back. He was really nice and didn't give off any weird vibes, but I declined, saying that I didn't want to be a bother and insisted that I would just get a cab. He understood, and he told me to be safe. I continued walking towards the street to see if I could wave down a cab to stop. There were a few that would drive around the area, but you could also call to get one. After waiting a few and with none driving by, I finally called the company and went through to get one.

Shortly after, a car pulled up, came to a stop, and I got in. He asked me for the location, and after I told him, he headed off as normal. I was pretty bad at Smalltalk, unless they brought it up, so I just sat there quietly for a few moments. Not long into the drive, however, the driver asked me if I was going to be here long, and if I was there for work or just personal reasons. All this conversation also took place in English. Again, for the most part, people have been very friendly and welcoming, so I didn't find it hard. to talk to this guy either. I told him I lived in the U.S., but I was here visiting family.

Then he started asking odd questions. Like, if I was staying alone or if someone was waiting for me, how long I was going to be there, if I had other plans while I was here and other, more prying questions. Even being under the influence, something didn't seem right. I started making my answers shorter and shorter and kind of looking around to see if I recognized any buildings or landmarks to tell me how close we were. But that's when I noticed that I didn't have a clue where the hell I was. Nothing looked familiar, and there were very few streetlights. Then he excused himself from the conversation saying he had a call to take, which is when I noticed that he had a call to take,

which is when I noticed that he had an earpiece in. When he took the call, he spoke in Spanish. I was relieved to be done with the conversation, but that didn't really mean that I was out of the conversation. I started hearing some alarming things being talked about, just by my driver, and I pretended to not know what he was saying. As mentioned, my Spanish isn't the best,

but I knew enough to understand most of the things he was saying, such as young, American, pretty, small, should be easy how much, not enough, where should I take her, and similar, startling phrases. Again, I was trying to not look afraid, and I took out my phone to start texting everything I could about where we were, what this guy looked like and what was being said. That's when I noticed the guy was looking over at my phone to try and see what I was doing.

Again, I was just trying to be sly about it all, so I was looking over at him in my peripheral, and I caught a glimpse of something shiny next to him, almost like it was in his pocket, or belt loop, maybe. I could see a handle sticking out, and it looked like a weapon. I'm pretty sure it was a knife. I quickly tried to send what I already had to Daniela when the car came to a stop. It was at a crossroad and there was some small homes to the side. And I think the conversation with the person on the phone had ended because that's when I noticed he wasn't talking to them anymore.

That's when, without looking over at me, he asked me if I knew Spanish. It may have been stupid, but I decided to respond in Spanish. If you let me out of here, you'll never see me again, and I will not tell anyone. We seemed to sit in silence for what seemed like forever, until he finally drove off with me still in the car. At this point, I thought I blew it, and I started dialing 171 when he stopped in front of a building that looked like a hospital or a clinic of some kind.

He got out of the car, walked around to my side, and opened the door and then leaned in saying, Americans are more trouble anyways. Then he stood up with his hand on his weapon and motioned for me to get out. I quickly darted out of the car and into the building, watching from inside as he got back in and took off. I stood there terrified that he may come back

until someone came around and tapped me on my shoulder. She asked me if I was okay, and I said yes. and asked if I could stay there until my friend picked me up, and she agreed. She looked around outside and seemed a bit hesitant, maybe, so I told her in Spanish, please, I just need a safe place. I won't be a bother, and she seemed to understand. She had me sit in the waiting room while I called my cousin. She got my messages, thankfully, and did try calling back, but since my mind was all over the place, I had missed her call.

I finally got a hold of her, and she was yelling at me terrified as she had driven to my hotel, and I wasn't answering, and the front desk said that they hadn't seen me either. I described where I was, and she talked to the lady that let me stay there and figured out where I was to come and pick me up. Before I left, the lady told me that I was brave, and I was also lucky to have escaped, and then in Spanish she said something about them not being so far. forgiving. From there, Daniela insisted that I stay with them at their place, and I agreed.

It sucked that I was going to lose money, but the guy knew where I was staying, and I didn't like that thought. So, we went up to my room together to get my stuff, and then went back to her place. The whole time, I kept apologizing, because I felt like I had cut her birthday fund short for being so naive. but she laughed and said that other than being scared that she may have gotten me kidnapped, that was the most fun she'd had in a while. She told me about the scary side of Venezuela and how there had been abductions,

so she was surprised that they let me go and couldn't really make sense of it, but we tried not to dwell on it. We decided to keep it to ourselves because we didn't want any of our parents to be afraid, or not want us to do anything like this, but we also did not take it lightly. For the rest of the week that I was there, I never traveled alone. I was always with someone that I trusted,

or made sure that there were plenty of people around. Plus, I got some pepper spray to at least give me a fighting chance. Thankfully, the rest of the trip was still a lot of fun, and no more really risky situations. I've gone back once since then, and Daniele has also stayed with me in the States, and she had a blast as well. We just know that when you travel somewhere you're not familiar with, anything could happen. So just stay safe, especially whenever you're traveling alone. This story goes way back to 1998 when I was 16 years old.

I was with my two other friends, who I'll just call Ben and Jake for privacy reasons. It was a late summer evening on a Saturday, and I was sitting in my room listening to some 80s rock, as teenagers back then would do. I got bored after some time and went outside to meet Ben and Jake. We were chilling in Ben's garage for a while, and drinking beer and smoking some, and we got bored pretty quickly and went out to do some teenage stuff. I remember we were walking down this narrow path by the woods and down towards a lake. Back in the late 90s, there was a popular hangout spot for teenagers there, so we were hoping for seeing some other kids there. When we arrived, there was no one there except the sounds of crickets out in the tall grass.

We sat for a while on a bench and just talked for about 15 minutes when Jake wanted to go to an old fishing hut by the lake. We all agreed on going inside and exploring it. We entered the hut. While Jake and Ben were walking around and breaking stuff, I couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. We went upstairs where there was an old wooden boat lying there with a fishing net over it.

We were kind of checking it out when all of a sudden we heard the wooden door to the hut creak open. We could hear heavy footsteps entering down below, followed by heavy breathing. We all stopped dead in our tracks and almost held our breath. There was around a five-second break that felt like an eternity when suddenly a man spoke in a drunken voice. I know you're here. Come out, come out wherever you are, you little brats.

The heavy footsteps started to walk towards the stairs as the old floor creaked underneath. Jake went inside the wooden boat and the rest of us followed. We put the fishing net over our heads and didn't move. The man arrived upstairs, and we could hear him stumbling around. I can hear you. We were sitting dead still, but I could feel the fear in all of us. The man was walking around and moving stuff. I was thinking of a plan to escape without being caught,

but we literally were like sitting ducks. Suddenly, we could feel. feel the fishing net being ripped off. Here you are! Jake reacted the fastest and pushed him away, so the man fell onto his back. We all ran like hell out of there, and threw the tall grass into the woods. We could hear the man give a chase, but he gave up, probably due to his drunken state. We all went back to Ben's garage and fell onto the couch out of exhaustion.

Jake then told us that the man dropped a knife when he fell to the floor. and we all just sat in shock for the rest of the night. To this day, I can't help myself but wonder what would have happened if Jake hadn't pushed the man. Just a little warning, this is my first Reddit post. This story is probably a little shorter than most, and some might not find it creepy, but to this day, I still have a deep mistrust of people in full-body costumes. Think mascots. because of this encounter.

This happened when I was around 10 or 11 years old, putting it somewhere between 2007 and 2008. I have a pretty terrible memory when it comes to my childhood, but I'm pretty sure it happened before I was in middle school. For a bit of context, the street that I grew up on was one of those streets with a bunch of kids who always hung out after school. My family knew almost everyone on our street, save for a couple of houses. Even if a family didn't have kids our age,

most people would at least come out for holidays like the 4th of July. So, as we grew up, we had a general idea of who our neighbors were. My younger brother, Dee, who's three years younger than me, and I were especially close with the family about five houses down and across the street. Their son, T, was a year younger than me and his little sister A, was only a year or two younger than my brother. So, we hung out a lot. On this particular day, D. and I asked our parents if we could go play with T&A at their house. And, considering it was still early in the evening, they agreed.

Due to the close distance, the walk to their house only ever took a minute or so. as D&I started on our way, I couldn't help but notice a strange figure in the distance, dressed in all black from head to toe. I thought it was weird, of course, but I couldn't tell which way they were facing, and T's house was close, so I didn't give them too much thought. As we got closer, however, I realized the figure was walking towards us. As we got closer to each other, I realized they weren't dressed in all black, They were wearing a gorilla suit. It was super strange. And even to this day, I have no logical explanation for this.

I was definitely creeped out, and I wish I could say that that was where my creepy encounter ended. But unfortunately, that's not the case. Dee and I were only a house away from our friend's house at this point, but the closer we got to their house, the closer we got to this gorilla person. Right as we started to turn to get on to the sidewalk, the person started almost galloping toward us, making loud gorilla noises. Mind you, this person hadn't said a word this entire time, and now they were rushing towards us making these strange noises, so we, of course, panicked.

My brother and I started sprinting towards T's house, my heart pounding hard in my chest, as I thought about what might happen if this guerrilla person got to us first. We started pounding on the door and T's mom answered, looking concerned and confused. Through the tears that I was fighting so hard to hold back, I somehow managed to say something about the creep who had started rushing at us, and she quickly ushered us and said,

We told her about what happened, and she checked outside, but the person was long gone at that point. After that, we never saw that person or costume again. What gets me most about this, and what still sends shivers up my spine, is that we never found out who this person was. They likely were just some adult who thought it would be hilarious to scare the crap out of a couple of kids, but the fact that we'll never know for sure still creeps me out. Considering we knew almost everyone on our street, I thought maybe at some point someone would joke about the time they scared me and my brother, and we would all have a good laugh about it.

But that day never came. At this point, I don't think we'll ever know who it was or why they were wearing a gorilla suit in the first place. Stay safe out there, y'all. And if you're the person who chase, two kids in a gorilla suit costume 14 to 15 years ago, thanks for the lifelong trauma.

I'm not sure what would have happened in this situation. It happened more than 10 years ago, but I still wonder sometimes. When I was a teenager, my favorite thing to do was listen to music. It brought me into another world, away from the chaos of my toxic family and school life. I listened to music almost all of my free time.

One thing that really enhanced my music was motion. Walking, running, or more passive forms of motion like swinging on the swings. I hadn't yet discovered driving, so swinging was my favorite way to listen to music. At age 16, nearly every night between 8 p.m. to about 1 a.m., I would go out to 8 p.m., I would go out to to the swing set behind a nearby church, and swing for hours with my headphones on. The darkness also enhanced my music because there was less visual stimulus to distract me. And it was very dark. The street was well lit, but the church building blocked out all that light,

and the swings were set pretty far back from the road, behind the back parking lot. There was nothing but a dark field, the playground and swings, and an empty parking lot back there. I kept my head on a swivel. I'd watched enough serial killer documentaries to have a healthy amount of paranoia. So, every time I swung forward, my eyes would scan 180 degrees to the right,

and every time I'd swung back, I'd scan 180 degrees to the left. Because of my vigilance, I felt quite safe, confident that I could spot anyone before they came close to me. This kept up for at least two years with no problem, but I never let my guard down. One night, I was swinging away and noticed something unusual. At head height, poking around the side of the church,

was a shape that I hadn't noticed before, like the head of a person who wanted to hide. At first, I couldn't quite. I'd tell, but I locked focus on it until it disappeared back around the corner and out of sight. Then it poked back out again. Then it disappeared. It did this several more times before I became absolutely sure. Someone was watching me who did not want to be seen.

At best, they wanted to steal my iPod and my headphones. But it could have been something far worse. I didn't want to stick around to find it. out. I very casually got up off the swing and started walking back to the street, around the opposite side of the church to where he was standing. And then, he immediately began walking straight towards me. I picked up my pace into a speedwalk, but I didn't break into a run. He did the same. After speedwalking for maybe a minute with him close behind, I finally made it to the street. He also reached the street at the same time, about 20 feet away to my right.

He then took off running down the sidewalk in the opposite direction. I was so freaked out at the close call, wondering what could have happened. My heart was pounding, and I went home and told my best internet friend about it. He laughed and asked why I was so scared. I thought maybe other people wouldn't understand, and it was a, you had to be there kind of thing. so I never told anyone after that. I didn't go back to that swing set for at least two months, and when I did, it was much less frequent, and at more random times.

I eventually stopped going altogether when my family moved away. This is one of the creepier things that has happened to me. I'm 20, and female, and this happened a month ago, and it went on for about two weeks. So I was a part-time Goodwill cashier and was sent to put away clothes in the back. One thing that you have to understand about Goodwill is that they take in people who haven't had the best past and try to bring them in and give a better life. They're called variables.

So I'm in the back putting clothes away, and my manager brings out one of the variables to help me. Now, mind you, I wasn't really paying attention. when he started putting clothes away. This dude sees me and says, man, this job sucks, doesn't it? And I'm all like, well, it does have its negatives. And at that point, I'm just agreeing to his small talk. We get finished, and then I take my break.

When I'm finished, I then go out to the floor, and there he is sitting on one of the couches waiting for me to help him sweep the floor. By then, I was done. like, okay dude, but you leave in like ten minutes. He just said it will be what keeps him busy until then. So, while I was sweeping, he just kept following me and was asking me about what college I go to, just personal questions. Don't get me wrong, I like to talk to people and keeping the conversation, but this dude was asking me questions that he doesn't really need to know.

I tried my best to steer the subject away from my personal life. It worked, but then he started asking me, How old do you think I am? I was just really tired at that point and guessed in his late twenties. He then said, Don't make me blush, in a babyish tone. Now this creeped me out more than I already was. He answered that he was 36,

and later said that we should hang out and go to Taco Bell together. In my head, I was thinking, dude, you were supposed to leave like ten minutes ago. He kept asking me, what time do you leave? And I said when we close. Thinking back, I wasn't really worried about why he was asking me that, but it was still odd.

So he finally leaves because I had to tell him that I needed to catch my last break. Three days later, he comes back. back to the store, but he isn't a variable. He's in his regular clothes instead of his blue vest, so he was just a customer. Once again, I'm putting clothes away, and he sees me and says, You look tired, hon. When you take your break, let's head to Taco Bell together.

I said I couldn't in the best way possible, but after he just kept following me around the store and making small talk. I then lose him and do my thinking throughout the... the day. While that was happening, I notice him leaving the store and come back three times. He then sits on the couch and keeps looking at me. By then, I just flat out ignore him and go to lunch. When I come back, he's gone and I steer my attention to other things. Finally, when the store was about to close, one of the assistant managers brings me back to the office and tells me to be careful around the variable who keeps following me.

She kept saying that he tried to get with one of the other female workers in the back, and she was underage. Apparently he worked at another goodwill, where he had kept doing the same thing. The most important thing that she noticed was that he has been in the men's restroom for about two hours doing God knows what. I knew he did weed, but... It's stupid to do that at a goodwill.

She basically kicked him out and he finally went to his car. The day before that, he never came to the store and was only in his car until the store closed. She had then noticed that the car belonged to him. The final nail in the coffin was when I had left to walk to my car and noticed a car with its headlights down about ten feet away from my car. I was always weirded out when cars would. park at the Goodwill parking lot at night, but this car looked suspicious. I honestly wanted to go home, and was just really too tired, but what happened next

definitely woke me the hell up. While I was unlocking my door, I heard a car door open, and I hear a familiar voice yell. Hey, do you want to hang out? I got out of my tired stupor and turns to this voice, and sure as hell it was the dude that kept following me from the other day. I was really confused and shook in my mind. I was thinking of an excuse because I didn't want to hang out with this dude. He was about to walk over to my car,

but thankfully my manager walked out of the store to lock up the shop. He then noticed her and quickly got in his car and sped off. My heart was racing a mile a minute. I ran up to her and told her that this petto was in his car waiting for me again and that this was the last straw. And we talked about what had happened, and went the same way home to make sure that this dude didn't follow me. I got home and told my mom what had happened.

When I got this job, my mom said that it wasn't worth it. But this really gave her a reason to tell me to quit. I was going to regardless. The next morning, I gave my manager my two weeks, and she'd completely understood, and she then told me that she had reported him to the police. Hey, Reddit. I'm a 26-year-old male who works on night shift as a security guard for a warehouse. Most of the nights, it's pretty dead, as we don't get many trucks at night.

It's me, two other guards, along with a maintenance guy and two shippers who drive forklifts and stuff. So, altogether, there's six of us on average. During my shift from 8 p.m. to 5 a.m., I was stationed at the cameras. The cameras have movement detection on, but were mostly black and white. The warehouse that I worked at was pretty much out in the middle of nowhere, with only a tall field of grass and forested areas. I live up north in the USA. The road that led up to the warehouse was a dirt road that was off of a rural highway. There's a tall barbed wire fence that encloses the warehouse along with a gated area at the front.

One of my co-workers was manned at the front gate to let trucks in and such. At approximately 2 a.m., I got a call from my co-worker at the gate. He stated that he swore he saw what looked like a person running or stumbling towards him in the dirt road before turning off into the field of grass. He then said it looked like they were waving his or her arms to try and get his attention, but then dove into the field after getting about halfway. He wanted me to see if I could see anything on camera. I looked on the cameras,

and I could barely make out what looked like a person coming down the road. I thought that it could have been a buck, and the horns just kind of looked like arms. Unfortunately, the cameras are pretty crappy unless it's up close, so I couldn't tell. I relayed that information to him, and he said he wanted to go and check it out. As security, we're not able to leave the property, but we could technically walk on the driveway and not break policy. I told him it was a bad idea, and to just call the police if he really thought it was a person. He decided not to, and to just forget about it.

About two minutes after this, a car turns into our driveway and slowly starts coming down the road. It stops about a third of the way on the driveway, and then stops. I couldn't see the plate or what kind of car it was, but it was definitely not a truck. I radioed down to the gate guard to see what's going on, and he said he couldn't see anything because of the headlights, but he could hear like someone opened and shut the door. At this point, I said I would call the police because they could be trying to get ready to rob us. I phoned the local police department, and they said that they can have someone there in 20 minutes.

Remember, we're in the boonies. We stared down that road for what seemed to be forever, and my gate guy was on edge because of what he saw before. The gate guard then radios me that he just heard a scream that seemed to be a woman. I asked if it could be from a mountain cat due to us being far out. He said it did sound like it, but he couldn't tell. The scream came from the field that the person earlier went into, but a bit further off. He then said he was drawing his pistol and asked how long until the police came. I told him approximately ten minutes.

then about another minute later the car slowly backs up and drives away the gate guard is pretty freaked out about this and radioed to call the police again I told him to calm down and to just wait I radioed Mike the other guard to go and assist at the gate in case something strange happens the two were down there at the gate for about five more minutes before his sheriff's deputy came he rolled up to the the gate and started talking to the gate guard about something before reversing back up, about halfway down the driveway. He turns on his high beams towards the field and then turns on his red and blues.

He then walked out towards the field, gun and flashlight drawn, and makes his way into said field. About a minute later, another squad car shows up and drives into the driveway and he gets out again, towards the field. Another five to ten minutes pass, and they come out with nothing but what looked like an old shirt or something. They bring it up to the gate guard, and I'm not sure what he said, but then the cops looked at each other,

nodded their heads at my guy, and then took the shirt thing and left. After the shift was over, I asked the gate guy what he saw and said. He said the cops found an old hoodie that was in the field, but didn't see anything else. When they came and asked him about what he saw, he reiterated what happened prior to us calling them.

They then just gave him their card and left with the hoodie. I'm not sure what it was to this day, and nothing was ever in the news. It's a bit of a long one, but I was definitely clenching my back end when watching it on camera. So I work at a pet boarding and daycare facility, in mid-flora. We have a lot of homeless encounters, but this one is by far the scariest. We open at eight every day of the week. However, all staff must come in at seven to make sure

all guests are walked and fed before we open. On this particular morning, around 7.10, I was on my second dog in our back walking yards, and I'd see some commotion around the front bushes that separate our front walking yard for the smaller dogs and is directly in front of the yard i was in i figured someone just had an early drop off however a few moments later i then hear something like pottery shattering and this of course piqued my interest and i walked through the front walking yard and inside to our front boarding area to ask the receptionist if she had heard all the commotion while she was cleaning the little dogs area if she had seen the little dogs area if she She said she hadn't, but that a homeless man had come in and asked to use the bathroom, and she let him in.

He did creep her out some as he was mumbling and not looking her in the face as he spoke, but she just wanted to be kind to the man and he gave her no issues. I then go into the front reception area to check outside for the possible source of the noise, and I see the man. He's rummaging through his backpack while his bike is leaned up against our building. He then got up and started pacing back and forth on the sidewalk, and his presence made me quite uncomfortable. So while he wasn't looking, I went and locked the front door. After this was done, I stepped back to watch him from the room next to our reception area, and I see that he's screaming and flailing his arms as if he's arguing with someone.

This seems like a cause for alarm, so I run and grab the second kennel attendant, and we call the police as this man is destroying our Memorial Day decorations outside and still yelling. Once he notices my coworker on the phone, he says, You don't need to call the police. Can I just come in and have some water? He then tries to open the door and realizes it's locked. He immediately freaks out screaming at us and threatening us saying, Call the effing police, let me in this freaking building, while banging on the door.

He then hears sirens from an unrelated situation and decides to ride off. After a good amount of time, I go to inspect what he was breaking, and it turns out that he had taken all of our flags out of the ground and broke them and then threw them on the sidewalk, as well as taking our wreaths down and throwing them, one landing behind the dumpster, 20 feet away. He'd also smashed a small porcelain container that he had brought with him as well, throwing a key card to a hotel, some orange duct tape, black rope, and a small travel-sized bottle of shampoo with the orange duct tape over the top of it.

The police never showed, because he had rode away while we were on the phone with them, but it definitely was the scariest thing that I've experienced while working there. This isn't the scariest story on this sub, but I consider myself a pretty alert and vigilant guy, who managed to be a very alert and vigilant guy, who managed to be a very scary. to avoid a lot of creepy encounters. These things don't happen to me often, so when they do, they stand out. It was a few months ago. I had just gone thrift shopping around 8.30 p.m. at Value Village. I didn't find anything good, but I didn't want to waste the trip,

so before heading home, I decided to take my dog out of the car for a quick walk around the block. I smoked some and unexpectedly got really into the walk. The night air was cool and refreshing, the rain felt nice on my face, and the ground beneath my feet was unusually satisfying to walk on. It was pretty blissful, so I really took my time circling back to my car. Once I got back, the value village was closed and my car was the only one left in the parking lot. All the lights in the lot were off. I walked through the darkness to my car with very little situational awareness

and unlocked it with the fob. I didn't even notice the guy at the bus stop before he started talking to me. The bus stop was at the street, right in front of the parking lot, about 30 feet from my car. He was behind the bus stop, not in front of it, where someone would wait for the bus. There was nobody else around. He asked,

Can I have a cigarette? I told him I don't smoke. He began to come toward me, but stopped, and then followed up with, Do you have any money? To which I said, no, sorry. I instantly got a bad feeling about him. Something was off.

I've worked with homeless people for years, and I get asked for cigarettes and money often, but there was something different about this. Maybe because the way he first, praised the question was a little different than how most people ask. When I said no, he stared at me for a few seconds and then turned, quickly walked away, around a wall and out of sight. At this point I knew I had to keep an eye on that corner. I just knew he was going to come back.

I only took my eyes off of it to open the rear door and put my dog in the back seat. My dog doesn't always get in the car right away and take some convincing. I tried to rush it as much as possible, ganking his leash upward, until he jumped in maybe five seconds later. I buckled him in, and I shut the door. I whipped my head back around towards the corner and the guy wasn't there. He was behind me. He was quietly approaching about ten feet away with his hands in his jacket, not in the pockets or the bottom of his jacket, but through the top of the slightly opened,

zipper. I made eye contact with him, and he just stopped moving. He just looked in another direction and froze. I used this time to get into my vehicle and lock the door. It felt like it took ages because I was still slightly stoned and my reflexes were slow. If he hadn't stopped walking, he probably would have been able to reach me before I got in. I just drove off and mostly forgot about it until now. There was nothing else in that parking lot. No reason for him to be there. It was super weird, and ever since then, I've remembered to be more mindful of my surroundings.

So, when I, 35, non-binary, was 16, I was on my Duke of Edinburgh's Silver Award expedition. It's a sort of citizenship thing for teens and young adults. It comes in gold, silver, and bronze levels, and involves going on an expedition in a group of four to seven. We were hiking and planning to cover about 60 kilometers in three days to meet the requirements. You have to avoid roads as much as possible, and navigate by map and compass, carrying literally everything you need. Anyways, day two of the hike,

and we've been going most of the day. We're heading down what we think is the bridle path towards a road, which we need to walk along for a hundred meters or so, to link up with another footpath so we can keep going cross-country. We get to a pond that isn't marked on the map, but no problem. It's borderline for the size that you would expect to see marked. Then, as we go a bit further, we realize there's a crossroad with two paths,

paths meeting, and the second path definitely should be marked, but isn't. Much debate begins. We've been standing there for about five minutes going over the map, trying to figure out where we are, when we hear an engine coming closer. Weird, given you're not supposed to drive on bridal paths, but we see a little van, a citrone, burlingo's sort of size, rather than transit. It's coming toward us, and we move back off the path, because it's hard to tell someone off for driving on a bridle path after they've run you over. The van goes past us a little, and then stops and reverses.

A middle-aged bloke leans out and asks if we're okay. We say yes, but then ask if he can tell us the way to the road. Figuring, even if you've taken the wrong path, roads are far enough between, that it should still be the right road, and then we can reorient from there and get back on track. Then, it gets weird. He points to the path that we came down. Yeah, you just go down that there past my pond. It's about ten minutes.

I tell you what, why don't I give you a lift? We say no, it's not allowed, but he gets out and opens up the back of the van. It's carpeted. and has what looks like cameras and light equipment, which he starts moving about telling us to get in. We refuse again, explaining that we would be breaking the rules. Besides, even if him telling us to go the way that he didn't know we came from

hadn't weirded us out, the equipment definitely did. Eventually, he gives up and closes the van to get into the front and leaves. By going down the branch that we can, came from. The one that he told us would lead to the road, but we knew didn't. Which was not the branch that he'd been about to go down, before he reversed to speak to us. As soon as he was out of sight, it took us about five nanoseconds to decide that we definitely were not going either of the ways that he seemed interested in going down, thank you.

We decided to go down the branch that he'd come from, reasoning that he couldn't have been running around back paths forever, and if he did come back looking for us, he might be less likely to look the way that he came from. We reached the road in less than ten minutes. Single, freaking, creepiest experience of my teen years. We literally walked along the road behind a hedgerow so we'd be harder to see from the road for a mile, until we found a phone box, called our expedition leader, and got him him to come pick us up.

We heard engines two or three times, and we dropped the ground behind the hedgerow every time. I'm scared that it was this guy looking for us. I think all of us ended up in tears in the back of the minibus once the adrenaline wore off. Back when I was 19, I had moved in with some folk I knew as the family dynamic back at home, it was tense to say the least. I became acquaintances with a guy named Richard, four years older than me through a family friend called Gemma, who lived nearby. It was quite obvious from the get-go that he liked me, although I always made it clear that I only saw him as a friend. He would call or message me to check how I was, sometimes trying to force a more flirty conversation,

but I was adamant about how I felt about him, much to his disappointment. On a few occasions, he even brought me top-up credit for my phone when I had ran out without my knowledge or consent. I told him that it made me uncomfortable, and I didn't think he should be buying me it, but he insisted that because he had paid for it, I might as well use it or it would be wasted. The last time he did, I threw the receipt with a top-up code printed on it in the bin, which might have been a spiteful move on my part. but I was frustrated with him for not taking my feelings about it into consideration. Safe to say, he was pissed off with me, but I thought, okay, he might start getting the message now, and to be honest, he went quiet, so I thought he did. One evening, a few weeks later, I was in the study on MSM chatting to a couple of friends.

The house was a large bungalow. and the computer was situated in front of a small window, which looked out onto a fence which ran around the perimeter of the property. Beyond that, I could see the tops of a row of houses, one of which my friend Gemma lived in. A notification pops up, and I see it's Richard. He asks me how I am, and I try and make non-awkward conversations with him, just simple, polite small talk.

I decided to go and make myself a cup of tea and simply typed Be Right Back. When I'm done, I walk back to the study and as I'm stepping through the doorway, I slightly trip on a raised lip of laminated floor, spilling some of my tea on my hand. I stopped to switch hands and wipe my wet hand on my t-shirt when I hear the ding of an MSM notification coming from my computer. I was still stood a few feet away from it, so I couldn't see what it said. As I walked up to the desk to put my cuppa down, I see the chat box with Richard is open, and upon seeing what he wrote, I was immediately freaked out. Don't spill your tea, he had written.

I quickly scanned outside and couldn't see anyone, and very quickly shut the blind. I asked him how he knew, and he just wrote, hello, and wouldn't tell me when I pressed him for an answer. The only reasonable explanation I could think of was that he had been at my friend Gemma's house and must have been watching me through her upstairs bedroom window. Although, given the line of sight and the height of the fence, that would have been pretty difficult.

I did ask her a few days later, and she told me that he hadn't been there, and was also pretty weirded out by the whole thing. Safe to say, I pretty quickly ceased all contact with him after that. And luckily, he left me alone. Although, I do still have to wonder how he was able to watch me. Lasagne sur-gillet, puissance-molyne for 15 minutes. We're like to dojo.

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