When you weregrowing up, it’s likely that yourparentswarned you about stranger danger. Don’t talk to any adults that you don’t know, and don’t ever go anywhere without Mom or Dad’s permission. If someone offers you candy or asks you to go to their car, run. But as an adult, I have to admit that most of therandom encountersI’ve had with strangers weren’t bad at all. In fact, some of them have been quite pleasant!While the vast majority of people are harmless, there are, unfortunately, some strangers who turn out to be frightening. Redditors have recently beenrecallingthe creepiest encounters they’ve had with people they didn’t know, so we’ve gathered their most disturbing stories below. Be sure to upvote the accounts that give you the heebie-jeebies, and remember to be cautious aroundstrangers, just in case!This post may includeaffiliate links.
When you weregrowing up, it’s likely that yourparentswarned you about stranger danger. Don’t talk to any adults that you don’t know, and don’t ever go anywhere without Mom or Dad’s permission. If someone offers you candy or asks you to go to their car, run. But as an adult, I have to admit that most of therandom encountersI’ve had with strangers weren’t bad at all. In fact, some of them have been quite pleasant!
While the vast majority of people are harmless, there are, unfortunately, some strangers who turn out to be frightening. Redditors have recently beenrecallingthe creepiest encounters they’ve had with people they didn’t know, so we’ve gathered their most disturbing stories below. Be sure to upvote the accounts that give you the heebie-jeebies, and remember to be cautious aroundstrangers, just in case!
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Please play along when a woman comes up to you and pretends to know you. It has happened to me. I approached a couple in Target pretending to know them and they walked me to my car as there was a creepy looking dude vulturing and even followed us outside to see what car I drove. Couldn’t be comfortable after that.
I was 17 and was in NYC. I was going from the hotel to buy some croissants near Times Square.I already knew NYC quite well, so it was normal for me to do this walk through the city.As I am walking, I never realised someone was following me until a cop starts rapidly walking towards me from the right and just about as the person following me was about to grab me, the cop grabs his arm and stops him.My stomach dropped and I just kept on walking just letting the cop do his job.
Commented this before, but still valid. Think about it an awful lot for being 20 years agoBack in highschool I was waiting for my Dad to pick me upHe got stuck at work so he was running late, and I was waiting out front of the main entrance. There were a couple kids hanging around, but they were being systematically picked upAfter a bit, an older gentleman (older to me then, now? A rough 40s?) walked across the street and asked if I was Ashley?“No sorry"This should have been where it endedHe proceeded to chat, explaining he was there to meet AshleyAm I sure I’m not Ashley? We met on the InternetYou seem just like her (tbh I’m not sure if there ever was an Ashley now that I think about it)I was raised, like many young ladies, TO BE POLITEThankfully they also taught me to be cautiousSo while I didn’t feel comfortable calling out the creepiness, I did try to get away.I tried to go back inside, but the doors were lockedI called my Dad to see where he was and mentioned there were a few kids left, and within range of the guy hearing, I mentioned some guy waiting for a girl. “That’s weird, stay away from him” we hangupHe kept trying to make conversationI walked down to the other side of the school, he soon followedI ambled back to The last random kids waitingEventually it was down to one young man, me and the creepThe young man was being picked up, I followed him to his mom’s car, she asked if I was okay, if I knew him, I said I was okay, but no, I didn’t know himShe had to go though, she had to get to work.The man continued to try to talk to me, ask me questions, get me to go down the road with him.Thank goodness I see my dad’s truck in the distance and start walking towards himI hop inHe sees the man, “that the guy you mentioned? Was he bothering you? You can tell me"“No, he was just chatting while he waited for Ashley”*I died a little inside that day, because I had more than a few opportunities to make myself safer. I could have explained fully to my dad either time. (I didn’t, legit terrified he would murder him, he would go to jail and my family would be homeless)I could have called the policeI could have insisted that woman take me down the road to the libraryFrom that night, 20plus years ago to now, I have replayed it over and over thousands of timesBut use the information to try to make my nieces more comfortable with advocating for themselvesYou can’t change your past, but you can change someone’s future.
I was 16 years old roller skating with my friends at the local teen hangout spot when a mildly attractive young woman approached me and asked for my number. Being a 16 year old boy I was like sure have my number you’re kinda cute. About 20 minutes later she comes back over to me and asks if I wanna leave and hangout somewhere else. At this point she tells me her “brother” (some similar aged guy she was with) will drive us around then bring me home. I was super weirded out and had a gut feeling that wasn’t really her brother (maybe her boyfriend/partner in crime). I told them I already had a ride home from my friends and I was all set. She got angry and insisted I come with them that they’ll get me home safe and I have nothing to worry about. My friends overheard this and came over to say “he’s alright he’s got a ride home”. To this day I still get super anxious about how easily 16 year old testosterone filled me could’ve just left with a random girl and never seen the light of day again.
This was in San Jose, CA. I worked at a car dealership and a lady came in to look at a truck, she was going to pay cash. She was wearing expensive jewelry but acted very strange. The whole time I was trying to figure out if she was on d***s…I ultimately decided I wasn’t comfortable going on a test drive with her. We were close to closing anyway. There was just something off….so I closed up shop and watched as she wandered through the car lot looking at cars. The next day I see her mugshot on tv. She had bludgeoned to death an older lady with a hammer in the ladies home and robbed her. She committed this crime the night before visiting our dealership. So the jewelry she was wearing…purchasing her get away car…I can’t help but feel I got out of that situation with my life. So glad I trusted my gut on that one.
In high school I worked at a burger joint. Was having a rough day and really wanted to quit my job when a middle aged man came in and bought just a cup. I was cleaning the soda fountain and he came over to get ice in his cup and handed me a business card. He said something about how I deserved better and how they were looking for more young ladies and to give him a call if I was interested in learning more. He then left with his cup of ice, went out to his white van and poured a beer into that cup, and drove away.Saw his face on the news a few weeks later. He was part of a sex trafficking ring that was busted.
A few years ago I went to a farmers market event with my mother in law and sister in law. As I was standing at one of the booths looking at something, an old man came up behind me and whispered in my ear “are you being a good girl?” None of us knew who he was. Thinking about it still makes me so uncomfortable!
When I was a teen, I worked at a doctor’s office. We had a patient, “Charlie” come in. He was a workman’s comp case, so he hadn’t been a patient before. He was handsome and about 6'5” of pure muscle, but there was something just “off” about him. At first I thought it was me, but when he left after his first appointment, ALL the office staff (all female) felt someting wasn’t right about Charlie. We were all so uncomfortable that we talked to the doctor (male) about it and asked if he could be the one to treat Charlie from start to finish. The doctor also got a bad vibe from him too, so he agreed and told the receptionist to schedule him only during busy times so there were a lot of people around.Charlie came in for his treatments over the course of three months and, other than him just being kind of a strange guy, nothing really happened. He finished his treatments, his lawyer sent some requests for paperwork for WC when he was done and we all thought that was that.About TWO YEARS later, I was reading the paper and Charlie was arrested for violently raping a woman (and nearly k***ing her in the process). I KNOW it was him because he had an extremely unusual last name and the ages matched up. He was eventually convicted and went to jail (though I don’t know for how long).That was my affirmation that, as a woman, I should always trust my gut.
I was once really high waiting for the walk light and a guy came up to me at the corner and put a knife to my throat and I just laughed and was like dude and he went you cool and walked away. It didn’t even phase me until like 2 hours later and I was like wtf.
A man outside a bar one night approached my girlfriend and I. He asked if we heard about “the murders in New Brighton.” We of course had not. He went on to explain that his girlfriend had been ked. The next morning I saw that he was arrested for king her.
When I lived in a rental property on the west side of Albuquerque many moons ago I had a “census taker” knock on my door. Okay fine, I guess someone needs to do it. He asked me how many people lived in the home, how long I had been there, etc. Then he asked for my social security number as well as my wife’s. Umm, no. I don’t give my SS# to anyone except the IRS dude. He said “it’s the law, you have to provide me with it.” “NO I absolutely do not, now please leave.” Him: “I’ll be back tomorrow.” Sure enough he shows up the next day banging on my door and yelling from outside “I know you’re home, I know you’re in there. I’ll be back tomorrow!” He came back a third day knocking on the door and I yelled through the door “I’m calling the police you f*****g psychopath!” Sure enough the police show up 15 minutes later, he’s still standing there with his clipboard. The police take his ID, he gets on the radio and comes back 10 minutes later. “Sir, there is no record of you working for the local census. You will need to vacate the premises.” Absolutely bizarre experience.
Mine is fairly mild, but was still gross and creepy to me (and made my mom lose her s**t on this dude).I was around 12 years old, and we were visiting my dad who was working out of town. We were staying in his hotel room, and had ran to a local convenience store for some snacks and things for the room.As we were standing in line at the checkout, my mom was in front of the cart (at the cashier) and I was behind it. This old man (probably mid-60s or so) came up behind me and said something to the effect of “you’ve got nice legs”. But like, he said it in a suggestive/gross way.Thankfully, my mom heard it, and went off on the dude.
A friend of mine was out on a nature trail taking his three young kids for a bike ride. His 4-ish-year-old daughter had ridden just a little bit ahead and over a small hill. When my friend crested the hill, he saw a man pulling his daughter off of her bike, attempting to carry her away. That s**t can happen so fast.
I commented the following in a post a few years back; seems germane here.I don’t know his real name, but he told me to call him “Mr Tom”. I only spoke with him for half an hour but I’ve never forgotten his horror: he told me he’d spent his 20s travelling the world beating up and torturing prostitutes (and there is no doubt in my mind that he had ked, too) until in his 30s he’d discovered that he preferred it when they beat up and tortured him, instead.His parting phrase stuck with me like a tumour: “Son, I’ve got all the pain money can buy.”(u/Horus_Syndrome asked: “Was he some type of random psycho you met in a bar or was this just some dude you met on the internet who randomly told you all of his dark secrets in under 40 minutes?”)When I was 21 I worked in a brothel for six months - not at the sharp end of the business, though: I had talked the boss into letting me edit a promotional magazine for his hotel/casino. Initially I didn’t have an office so used the Internet cafe computers; this guy came over and asked if I could help him print some stuff out - for money, but I couldn’t look at what I was printing.I said that was impossible as I needed to open it on-screen; he thought about it for a bit and then acquiesced. When I got this stuff up on-screen, it was really really vile: short stories about women being eviscerated, fd while on fire, being forced to have sex with pigs, all sorts; and some s**y pencil-type drawings to accompany some of the stories. Sick, sick s**t - but fiction, if there’s a silver lining.As I didn’t immediately jump up in horror and flee (partly because he was paying me about half a week’s wages for ten minutes’ work) he presumably concluded that I was some kind of kindred spirit and began telling me his story. I’ve never hated anyone so profoundly so quickly.NB: this was in 2001 and he was maybe mid-fifties - so the timeline fits for him to have been in Vietnam for the start of his sadistic endeavours, though he didn’t make that explicit.
I was going to my friend’s house at 13 years old when a man asked me to come over to him. He told me that he was a security guard, that a house had been robbed, and that he needed to confiscate my things. He checked my backpack, felt every inch of my body, and asked me to kiss him to ‘forgive him.’ As soon as I saw the opportunity, I ran. But it could have been worse. I can still feel his cold hands against my skin.
When I was in college (in rural Kentucky), I ended up stranded one weekend in Lexington. My sister had dropped me off at the greyhound station before heading to the airport (she’d been visiting me from out of state), and I was going to catch the bus back to my small college town.Only problem was that it was Sunday, and the regular bus didn’t run that afternoon (this was before smart phones were ubiquitous, so I couldn’t look it up in advance).I walked across the street to the Walmart with my duffel bag and sat in the entryway area calling different friends trying to find a ride home, all the while feeling near tears, stressed and tired and just wanting to get home.Then a man who was exiting the store stopped and stared at me for a few seconds. Mid fifties, grey hair, trucker cap. He said “Do you need a ride?”I have never had this experience before or after, but I felt like had a split second psychic intuition and I KNEW that if I went with that man I would end up dead. I just instantly felt it in my bones, like I could see the future. It was terrifying.I said no, and he tried several more times, but finally left. Thankfully, a friend of a friend finally gave me a ride (still during daylight hours), and I made it home safely.
The creepiest encounter I had was when a stranger followed me for blocks, then suddenly stopped, smiled, and said, “We’ll meet again.” It still gives me chills to think about it.
I used to work at meijer in the deli. A customer came up and asked for my opinion. I recommended all the things I liked and was just super friendly, I guess. He ended up calling the store that night asking for me. The other girl I was working with didn’t even offer the phone to me just told him I had left, thank god. He came back the next day and started asking me personal question I was very vague and then started helping other customers. He left, CAME BACK THE NEXT DAY, I had to get management involved. He was standing like behind a pole just watching me. I had to be walked to my car every night for about a month. I would call my boyfriend at the time now husband every night on the way home and lived in an apartment building with another coworker whose husband would literally walk me to my door. Ugh I still feel likes he’s watching me sometimes and this was about 4 yrs ago.
I was a registered massage therapist for seven years and had just opened my own practice. I was renting space at a clinic and there were other practitioners who would often cross refer clients for other services. One of the ND’s clients asked her for my work schedule, because he was wanting to book a massage. This happened to be the same man who would stare at me in such a way from the waiting area that I would have to close my office door.After receiving my contact details, he called me directly while I was at home with my partner and began asking me questions like if I were single or if I have a husband and when do I work alone, because that’s when he would prefer to come for his appointment. This automatically gave me bad vibes, so I told him I’m never alone (false) and that I was actually booking quite far out in my calendar so he’d be better off booking elsewhere. I thought this had deterred him, however the next time he was at the clinic he booked in with me via the receptionist.He came into my treatment room while I was doing notes, shut the door behind him, and demanded I write my hours down on one of my business cards so he could cross examine them in person with those of the clinic. I told him I was in the middle of notes and if he were really this interested in knowing my schedule that he could look at my website. He then told me he had scheduled an appointment with me for the following week and that he was “so excited”. He was giddy when he was saying this, and I started to freeze. I got up from my desk to walk him towards the door, but instead he took a step towards me and started trying to make out with me. He told me I’m just “so beautiful” that he couldn’t believe he had gotten an appointment with me. That’s when I realized this man thought I was a sex worker and that this clinic was a massage parlor. I panicked, but not before he began running his hands all over my body and tried pinning me to my massage table. I managed to fight him off of me and he exited the room so nonchalantly, telling me to have a good day and that, again, he was “so excited” for our appointment.From here, I called the police. I explained to them what had happened, they instructed me to keep his scheduled appointment, and they showed up and arrested him right outside my office door. He was charged and found guilty of sexually attacking me. Before his arrest, he was calling me multiple times each night and just breathing heavily into the phone. I was able to get a restraining order from him, and just ask quickly as he entered my life he was gone. I did find out from the police officer working my case that this man owned a nail salon, so the police suspected there was forced sex work happening there with the nail techs who were immigrants and relying on this man for their work permits. I’m not sure what came of that, but he and his wife still operate their nail salon in a local mall.
I was outside playing with my cat in my yard when I was 3 when this stranger stopped his van on our rural road and came over to me. My cat freaked out and hissed at him, which scared me so I ran inside to get my Mom. When she came outside, the dude claimed to be a neighbor (it was a very small town and my Mom didn’t recognize him so he was definitely not a neighbor), apologized for scaring me and claimed he just wanted to tell me what a nice cat I had (yeah, right!) then he left.I always remembered that experience because it seemed so odd and creepy even as a kid. Found out as an adult that a young girl had been kidnapped 10 minutes away from my house around 4-5 years before this happened. The only lead was a strangely painted van parked near her school bus stop that was the last time anyone saw her. She disappeared in 1985 and unfortunately still has never been found. I’ve always wondered if I’d unknowingly been face to face with Cherry Mahan’s presumed murderer.Either way, I don’t think the strange guy in the van had good intentions because what 20-30 year old dude is going to stop his van on the road to compliment a little girl’s cat? So I probably owe my cat for saving me from an abduction or worse because I was too young and sheltered to grasp stranger danger. The only thing that gave me a bad feeling about this dude was my cat’s reaction which makes me incredibly grateful my Dad had let me keep the stray cat that showed up on our porch a few months before this. I definitely think I had a guardian angel looking out for me that day because it was only my cat’s reaction that raised the red flag. I totally think he could’ve lured me to his van if my cat hadn’t gotten so protective.For a long time, I thought the whole experience had been a recurring nightmare or something because it seemed so cliche for a creepy guy in a white van to approach a little girl alone in her yard, but my Mom remembers it happening and she did speak to him that day, though she was naive and truly believed the guy was just a neighbor even though she never saw him in town before or after this.
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Doesn’t really give me chills but was quite creepy.I was leaving a club with my friend and happened to walk out at the same time as two very very drunk young women. They were so drunk one of them kept saying “where is my phone I’ve lost my phone” until she realised it was half wedged into her top. They started talking to us and I decided to make sure they got home safe. They didnt want to pay for an uber and wanted to walk home despite not being able to walk and not being able to operate their phones. I insisted that they order it and did it for them. I also decided to wait to order mine because they were extremely vulnerable and unwise, probably recently 18.While this is happening, a very sketchy looking dude with a weird look in his eye comes up to us. He asks us if we want to go to an after party and mentions his uber is on the way. I politely refuse for all of us and he kinda hangs around looking at the girls and looking toward the entrance of the club. His ‘uber’ (van style people carrier with a sliding door) pulls up, he opens the door and says nothing to the driver. Suggests we come to the party again. Waits for an uncomfortable amount of time and realises we are not going to come. Closes the ‘uber’ door without saying anything to the driver. And the ‘uber’ drives off. He then makes his way back up to the club.He was in the club that night and probably followed the women out but unfortunately for him they got talking to me.
I was down the shore with my friend, playing skeeball on a rainy beach day. We were the only ones in this little arcade except for this guy. He came over and started talking to us, putting quarters in the machine, and winning us a bunch of tickets. We got ready to walk back to her house, and the guy called me over and asked me if I would like to have dinner with him. I was eleven. He was in his 30s. Seriously scared the s**t out of me.
A lifetime ago when we used to hitchhike to the beach , my girlfriend and I got into a limo who stopped to pick us up on queens blvd . It was older and not really great looking but we didn’t think anything of it we were excited to get a ride in a big comfy car ( we were 15 ) we pile in the back and the dude says hell and we’re are we going ? We tell him Rockaway , and he says holy s**t I’m headed there now . To our credit we both looked at each other like that sounded off . Usually you’d get a ride only half way cause it’s kinda a big right turn off that route . We started noticing that the guy was really … dirty . Then I noticed that the door handles in the back were missing. I was big for my age , and super long hair (almost to my waist) I looked a lot older than I was . I basically told the guy if he didn’t let us out at the next light I’d come through to partition and beat his a*s to a pulp . He tried a whole lot of “hey man just be cool , let’s smoke this joint .” I told him next light or I start tearing the car apart . He hits a button and doors unlock, I push Mary out and follow her . The dude had something planned and it wasn’t good .
I was 10 and walking to school when a stranger backed up behind a tree, put a camera around the trunk, and started taking photos of me.I was 12 and walking my dog when a guy with a big van stopped, got out, popped the trunk and walked over to my (friendly but disinterested) dog and me. He gestured, acting like he didn’t know English, and tried to pat my dog on the head. You know when people clearly don’t know dogs, and their pats are kinda hits? Then he tried to get closer to me. Got tf out of there quickly… my pup was quite athletic lolI was 13-14 when I had 2 instances of the same men in work trucks follow me slowly as I walked my dog throughout the neighborhood.But the only time I had that feeling as an adult was when I was serving a man as a worker at a drop-in shelter for homeless during winter. We locked eyes, and then another regular (a bit weird himself, but very protective of women in general) hung out at the serving area for the rest of my shift. The regular (and others) later told me that guy was a recently released serial rapist 🙃Always listen to your gut, and carry ✨dog mace✨.
I was like 15 with 2 of my friends and we snuck out in the middle of the night to meet a boy in a neighboring, neighborhood. We lived in suburbs so you could very easily just wander down back roads lined with houses, or go into developments. We were walking on the side of the road and there were no cars as it was so late. This old car came speeding down, and started to slow down, then swerved into the front yard/off driveway of the house that we were standing next to. He got out of the car, clearly f****d up, and started charging at us. My 2 friends ran, and I was frozen, my other friend came back and grabbed me and literally pulled me away and we sprinted to a diff neighborhood. Then we hid in the bushes next to the front door of a diff house and I kept begging my friends to let me ring their door bell for help, then that car kept slowly creeping back and forth down the road in front of the house we were at, clearly trying to look for us.
Once, a bunch of us were out playing football in my neighborhood, and a dirty-looking man got out of an unmarked van. He claimed he was a chimney sweep and was looking for directions. The oldest of us immediately refused to talk to him, but one of the younger kids tried to tell him where the street was. It wasn’t far, and the guy then tried to get the kid to come with him to ostensibly show him where it was. He was going to get into the car, but his older brother and I immediately pulled him away and threatened to call the police. We were probably 12 at the time, while the youngest kids were five to seven. It did get him to drive off, but in retrospect, I wish I had called the police.
Cycling from work. I’m in healtcare, just had a late shift. So pretty late and dark out.I’m going over a railway bridge. I suddenly see a line of glass across the surface. Now, I’m pretty dumb so I just cycle over it. The moment I go over it I see a guy come out of the stairwell on the side, that pedestrians use to enter the bridge. This guy just gave me the creeps, so went to other side of bride but it was only a few meters wide. I kept eyecontact. Pretty much expected to get jumped, as that was obviously the point of the glass on the road. Hoping I’d have a flat and stop.I called the cops when I crossed the bridge, hope they caught that guy.
Me and two buddies were leaving a university-area bar, around 2:15 AM. We get to the car and there’s a guy sleeping in it. One of my buddies knocks on the driver’s door and opens it. The guy is all disoriented. We tell him to get out and he claims it’s his car. He’s clearly still disoriented from sleeping and, potentially, something else. Eventually, he gets out and we get in, and the driver immediately feels something on his seat, that he’s sitting on.He had sat on the guy’s gun. We dodged a bullet that night.
I was at a work event at a bar near the office with some colleagues. A new guy who had recently joined the company came over to stand next to me and some other people. He was with a couple of other guys from the dev team. I don’t know what they had been talking about before, but he made direct eye contact with me (but speaking to another person) and said “See man, I told you. Her eyes, it’s like she’s just asking for it.”He made me feel sick to my stomach. I was already hating this company for a number of other reasons, and that was kind of the last straw. I got another job not long after that.
I was running at 5am one morning. I sometimes see others out at that hour, usually other runners, or people walking their dogs. But mostly I’m just alone, lost in my own thoughts trudging through the darkness.One of my usual routes takes me past a cemetery. One morning, just as I was running in front of the cemetery, I saw a man on the sidewalk ahead of me. Seeing him in the first place startled me given the time of day, but I also noticed he wasn’t walking a dog and wasn’t wearing workout clothing. Just some dude shambling about at 5am. I moved to the side out of his way, and he moved back into my path. I veered to the other side, and he again moved into my path. My fight or flight kicked in and I bolted for the street and sprinted a good 10 seconds until I turned around and couldn’t see him on the sidewalk anymore. No idea where he went.
Not sure if this counts as an encounter, but:Double date at the bowling alley, roughly 2018? Myself and my then-fiancee and two of his coworkers who were dating. Sitting at a table chilling out and talking after having bowled. Looked up and saw my grandma. I froze, my whole body got hot, and I just stared while my heart tried to pound out of my chest…because my grandma died in 2001 when I was 6. But my grandma was a bowler - she bowled in a league every single Thursday night for decades. Had to talk myself off the ledge that it was just someone who looked a lot like her - down to the way she was dressed and everything. It was very odd.
It’s 2007, I was 26 at the time and my friend Josh (former marine) was a couple years younger than me. We went to St. Louis to catch a Rams game for his birthday then wander down to the Laclede’s landing to bar hop. In the early morning hours, we end up at this weird underground bar with fake torches for lights on the wall almost has a dungeon feel. There is a guy there that attempts to befriend us, he’s overly friendly. We’re pretty drunk and he keeps trying to get us to leave the bar and come hang out with him. He was very insistent and became upset when we initially wouldn’t go. I just remember having an unnerving feeling the whole time. He had dark eyes and dark hair and he just creeped me out which was weird because I was a firefighter at the time and in shape. We act like we’re going to go with him much to his pleasure and then disappear into the crowd quickly leaving and walking back to our hotel. The entire interaction just felt off, I joked with Josh that one our friends would have gotten a photo of our head on a pike that says “I go home” like in Hostel, because it really felt like he had nefarious plans for us.
As a female college freshman in the 90s I went rollerblading alone during the day around campus/in the city. I went down a short dirt path and little wooden bridge to sit on a park bench overlooking the river. As I went to head back, there was an older homeless man blocking the other end of the bridge with his d**k out and at half mast. I walked slowly (with my rollerblades still on) across the bridge prepared to kick with them if needed, then said excuse me and thankfully he let me pass without incident.Terrifying at the time not knowing how it was going to turn out.
Was at work. Just squatted down and stockin cigarettes behind the counter and I hear a chuckle from behind me. “I like how your sittin~❤” I IMMEDIATELY stand back up and give him a nasty look. Refused to check him out and had my boss do it.
I remember going to a poke-stop near my house so that I could complete a streak of spinning it and as I was getting there a man walked past me but as he was doing so he did like a fake-out lunge at me and grunted, what’s scary is I was on the part of the side walk close to fast moving cars, he could’ve easily pushed me into traffic or had me tumble into it. I don’t know why he did it but I never went back to that poke-stop.
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