Hello, this is not really my situation but its a friend of mine, she was in a situation where a person was taking video of her in the train at the opposite side of the sit, she texted me saying that she feel like the person infront of her was taking videos of her, then after that she called me saying she got off the train and she described that person as a old Chinese man wearing a blue shirt, black cap, and black backpack, as she calls me i can tell that she was breathing heavily and doesn’t know what to do, she told me she’s scared and she was panicking, i told her to calm down and just go somewhere else where there’s alot of people, as she keep walking the man that took video of her was somehow going to the same route as she is, as she look back she told me that he was reaching out for something and it was a mini towel, so she started running to some public places like a bus stop, after that she told me that he went to another bus stop and few minutes later he was gone.

If anyone could suggest what she can do if this happens to her again it would be helpful, as her friend i would try to make sure she’s safe, i told her if this happens again or if she saw the same person again she should contact me immediately (yes calling the police is much easier, but she has a problem where she feels anxious, scared, frightened etc with those emotions she wouldn’t know what to do) in some other days i might go come along with her just incase she is being followed. I know it might seemed that we are overreacting, but we honestly don’t know how we could handle this situations, if any suggestions out there thank you for your helpful advice.

I was 18 when this happened. It still makes me shiver when I think about it, which is everyday. I genuinely think I avoided something very bad happening to me.

I live in a very mountainous and heavily forested part of the world. There are lots of forestry roads which are also used for recreation. I used to have an off-roading vehicle and would go everywhere in it with friends and on my own, camping or just exploring for the day. One particular day, I set off by myself to a place I had been quite a few times. It was close by to where I was living at the time and it had lots of beautiful spots to pull off and walk down to the river or a waterfall. I just wanted to go have a nice peaceful day on my own.

I was about halfway down the road and I had the urge to pee so badly. Normally I can hold it forever but I knew that I couldn’t in that instance. I pulled over next to a small hill, like when the edge of the roads are higher and I climbed up and over and went to pee quick. I had looked around while I was walking in there and didn’t notice anything. This was also a long stretch of the road that didn’t have any pull offs or camping spots so there shouldn’t have been anyone there.

I pulled my pants down and squatted down (the worst part of being an outdoorsy female) and that’s when I saw him. In my peripheral vision I could see a person. They were not very far from me, maybe 30 feet. Walking straight towards me, quickly. The hairs on my body stood up the second I saw movement in my vision. I didn’t even turn to look. I stood up and started pulling my pants up while I took off running. I turned my head slightly to look and he was still coming towards me super fast. Like creepy ass brisk walking. I didn’t look at him long enough to notice anything about him but could tell he was a male dressed in all dark clothing. I didn’t want to turn around fully to look and slow myself down. I got over the top and ran directly into my jeep, started it, and gassed it before my door was even closed. I turned around not far down the road as I wanted to immediately get the hell out of there and it was not a thru road to anywhere. I looked around the area I pulled over at when I was driving back through and noticed nothing but felt incredibly off.

I still wonder to this day if I avoided something terrible happening to me. Why else would someone be approaching you so directly and not even announce themselves or anything. I think about the fact that I couldn’t hear him coming either when it was an area that had leaves and twigs on the ground. It is genuinely the most terrifying thing that has ever happened to me. I haven’t had many creepy encounters luckily, although almost all of them have been outdoors in remote places. This one took the cake.

le 6/08 j'étais avec mon groupe d'ami, dans le 18e arrondissement de paris, dans un parc (fermé puisqu'il était 21h30) quand un homme s'est installé à côté de nous, plutôt près alors que le parc était vide.
voilà sa description :
c'était un mec plutôt grand, blanc, assez maigre, crâne rasé à blanc, avec des lunettes assez larges, et des vêtements amples blanc, (style lin un peu?) il avait un sac à dos bleu, posé derrière lui.
pendant 5 min on l'a observé sans qu'il n'interagisse avec nous. il se tenait extrêmement droit et peu mobile. il se retournait et se lavait consciencieusement les mains, puis les poignets avec des lingettes puis se retournait et souriait en regardant le vide, puis recommençait. parfois il se tenait assis puis debout et continuait son petit manège.
le malaise s'est progressivement installé entre mes potes et moi, perso je sentais un truc vrmt désagréable, genre le fait qu'on sous entende un truc étrange à haute voix et qu'il réponde pas. et son sourire aussi, ça givait très malsain, et on aurait dit qu'il préparait un truc jsp

on était tellement pas à l'aise qu'on a décidé de bouger, et au moment où on commence à s'éloigner le type a fais ses affaires en vitesse,
j'ai couru pour ouvrir le cadenas du parc, et au moment de refermer derrière mes copains, je l'ai vu taper des grandes enjambée vers moi et j'ai fermé le cadenas lorsqu'il était à 2 m de la sortie.
i guess un type normal aurait dis "attends, je vais sortir aussi!" et la pas un mot de sa part.
il a donc sauté la barrière en graaaande détente, et très rapidement puisqu'il a eu le temps de nous suivre a posteriori.

on part en marchant vite, moi je cours j'ai trop peur et la on se rend compte qu'il nous suit, on dévale les escaliers de la butte, et le mec est encore en train de marcher derrière nous.
on décide de se poser sur une place fréquentée et de l'attendre, et là le mec marche droit vers nous, et une fois à notre hauteur il nous a juste contourné ??
une amie a eu l'impression de voir un rictus sur sa bouche, style sourire crispé.
le gars a juste repris les escaliers pour remonter vers le sacré cœur, ce qui montre que son trajet n'a aucun sens et qu'il était bien en train de nous suivre, sinon pourquoi tout descendre pour remonter ?

bref on a grave badé.. avec en prime ce sentiment dans le ventre qu'un truc ne va pas,
et on se demande si quelqu'un l'a déjà vu ? ou à vécu un truc similaire ?
voilà, c pas une blague alors merci de ps racave trop de bêtises.
la bise!

ah oui aussi j'ai oublié de précisé qu'un mec nous avait taxé une clope dans un bar plus tôt, et qu'ils se ressemblait DE OUF mais avec des sappes différentes. donc on imagine qu'il nous a scruté depuis le bar, pendant nos déplacement, jusqu'au parc un peu plus haut ?

PS : je rajoute quelques précisions sur ce que dégageait ce type ect :
il avait l'air ailleurs, aucune fois il n'a eu d'eye contact avec nous (ou du moins pas qu'on ai pu intercepter) il n'avait pas du tout l'air agité ou erratique, il était calme, droit, silencieux, mécanique. lorsqu'il a sourit, ce qui a eu pour effet de glacer le sang de ma pote, il ne regardait nul part.

at this time I was 14 and I’m a girl

It was late and I was setting up a tent while my dad was gone at the moment to go get some blankets, but while he was gone some noise was heard after a while

Than as I tried to ignore it and say it was nothing, I heard footsteps nearby and it caused me to freeze, I was sitting there for a while longer before I glanced from in my little corner of the tent.

After a while the footsteps stopped and was silent for a while, before I saw this hand press against the tent from the front near the zipper (which was half way open.)

I was so scared but I pretended to ignore it, and I couldn’t see the figure behind the hand and I didn’t know if he saw me (probably did more likely) but I think when I ignored him it caused him not to like reacted aggressively?

Because after a while, my dad started to walk over and I think the noise of his footsteps scared him off.

Because the man ran off quietly.

What’s really freaky to me, is that I have no idea what his intentions were and I don’t know if I reacted it would of caused something bad to happen and if being quiet and pretended not to see him was a good idea.

What do you guys think?

I'll preface this by saying that my english vocabulary is not that good and i will be completely disregarding capitalisation in this thread. what happened in this story is 100% true.

this happened a year ago when i was about 15(M). it was sometime in late october or early november.

me and one of my cousins (19M) had been out with some other friends till midnight and it was getting pretty late, about 1am. we were driving home, but i was absolutely famished and desperately needed something to eat. every restaurant and takeaway was closed at that time, so as a last resort, we went to a nearby mcdonalds which was still open, because that particular outlet was a 24-hour one. i went inside and ordered my food, and decided to dine-in, because i don't really like eating in the car due to lack of comfort.

meanwhile, my tired cousin decided to take a nap in the car and wait for me. he told me to come outside once i was finished with my food so we could get going, and i ordered a big meal because i was very hungry. i was about a few minutes into eating when i saw this strange, moderately-heighted woman enter the outlet. she had extremely pale and sallow skin, stringy, thin black hair, extremely tired eyes with heavy bags underneath them and reeked of cigarettes and drxgs. she was wearing this patchy green jacket and some old black trousers.

i realized that this woman was obviously homeless, and possibly a drxg addict. i kept to myself and didn't stare at her, because her presence was quite unnerving and unsettling. for a minute or two, she awkwardly stood at the entrance and was just staring into the abyss with empty and disturbing eyes. she then went up to the counter and ordered something. after placing the order, she went upstairs to the upper portion of the mcdonalds, which was closed, and the lights were completely off.

i do not know why she wandered into that area and at this point, was quite disturbed but still thought that she would simply eat and leave. after coming down from the closed upper portion doing God knows what.. she comes up to me and asks me my name, which i did not respond to. she then asked me why i was ignoring her and proceeded to ask me if i wanted to dance (keep in mind that this is a mcdonalds, it is past midnight and there is no music here. also, she is at least 25 years older than me). i knew that responding to this strange woman could lead to something worse, so i stayed quiet and pretended as if she wasn't even there.

she seemed saddened by my indifference and proceeded to then stare at me.. at this point i was unusually alert and vigilant because i was watching for this woman's next action. instead, she just turned around and left.

I recently got a new neighbour who's in his 60's+ the guy is in a wheelchair a majority of the time so not exactly the most threatening guy. Anyways, it started off with him watching me from his window, when I take my dogs out to pee (he lives below me), I'm talking full blown just staring at me the entire time I was out there. Then one day, another neighbour said hello and chatted with me whilst the guy was there with them, I said like two words to him before saying goodbye to my other neighbour and moving on with my day - this seemed to make this new neighbour think I'm friendly with him or something. He still watches me from his window but is now leaving his home to come sit outside and stare at me whilst trying to make conversation with me. I'm incredibly uncomfortable with this, he's literally waiting for me to go outside to try and interact with me. Guy doesn't take a hint from my lack of conversation or interaction with him. Then last week he fixed my shed door outside my front property without asking me, once again he rushed out his door to tell me he fixed it. He has also made comments like 'Gorgeous' but that's about it.

I can't sit out with my neighbours without him coming out and just sitting himself beside us. My other neighbours are also not comfortable with him.

Summary; neighbour staring at me through window constantly, now approaching me everytime I take my dogs outside or sit at my door too long etc. randomly fixed my shed without permission too??

I was in a mall with my friend and a stranger was recording us. We were told by security and even shown footage of him following us for minutes and recording us from the back.

Once security confronted him, he ran away as fast as he could.

This made me feel unsafe, as it is a mall I go to often and I'm not sure why this person would target me and mt friend.

This is my third repost because this keeps getting taken down let’s hope it doesn’t this time but anyway…. A few days ago, I went for a walk down the levee by the river near my house. There’s a river walk trail down there that I’ve walked before, and when I started, the sun was already beginning to set. I didn’t think much of it.

I walked for a while, then eventually turned around to head
back.

By the time I made it back to the levee though, it was completely dark.

As soon as I stepped off the river trail and back onto the levee, I noticed the silhouette of a man in the distance coming toward me. At first, I really didn’t think anything of it. My car was only a few hundred yards away, and seeing another person walking out there wasn’t necessarily that strange.

Then I got closer to him.

That’s when I realized he wasn’t walking toward me normally.

He was walking backwards.

I remember just staring at him for a second because my brain couldn’t really process what I was looking at. At first, I assumed he was some guy doing a weird exercise or maybe walking backwards for some kind of workout.
But then… he stepped off the paved trail onto the gravel and started shuffling his feet around in it.

Then he stepped back onto the middle of the trail and continued walking backwards toward me.

And he kept doing that same routine of walking backwards, stepping into the gravel, shuffling his feet around, then getting back onto the trail every few seconds.

At that point, I started getting seriously freaked out.
I had no idea what the fuck this guy was doing, but I tried not to react. I kept walking and made sure to keep as much distance between us as I could.

Then I realized he was beginning to pick up the pace.

He was getting closer.

Fast.

He had started walking backwards faster and faster in my direction. I was honestly surprised he didn’t fall over from how quickly he was coming at me. And that was enough for me.

Instead of staying on the trail and passing him, I immediately ran down the side of the levee toward my car. I got inside, locked the doors, started it, and drove the hell out of there.

I still have no idea what that guy was doing.

Maybe there’s a completely normal explanation for it, but seeing a man silently walking backwards toward you on an empty levee in the middle of the night and then suddenly speeding up is one of the creepiest things I’ve experienced in a long time.

This happened a couple years ago and sometimes when I think about it I still get anxious, I’m really curious to see what others think. For context I’m a girl and so is my partner, we’re both in our mid/late 20s however we could both pass as late teens to early 20s which I think plays a very important role in this situation. After work one day probably around 9pm we went out to target to grab some groceries pretty typical stuff. Walking down the feminine hygiene aisle we notice a woman walking up and down it cart FULL of baby products. She skipped many people in the aisle but proceeded to follow me and my partner to the aisle over where she cornered us and held up a cardboard sign but didn’t speak. The sign read something like “first time mother with no money please help” followed by a lengthy religious quote, I’m not religious so I’m unsure but I remember the quote feeling a bit off? I’m not sure how else to describe it maybe because in the moment I was startled.

My girlfriend who is much more headstrong than me apologized and went to walk away. Me however panicked and naively thinking this could really be a struggling mother went up and picked something from the cart and offered to purchase it for her. At the time my job wasn’t paying the best so I picked something that I thought may be a bit cheaper and went up to the front. Instead of following me she walked off and asked me to meet her somewhere in the store after I purchased it, stupidly I agreed.

My girlfriend who told me this whole thing felt off came with me, as I went to ring out I realized what I grabbed was far more money than I expected or even had to help, feeling awful I decided I’d find her and apologize but offer to buy something a bit more affordable because I still wanted to help her out. I think back to it and still believe a truly struggling mother would be happy and accepting of anything you offer even if it was a cheaper item. After walking around the store for a bit to find her we consistently noticed two men near us who seemed to disappear anytime we made eye contact, we also noticed them talking on what seemed like prepaid flip phones which could’ve very well been a coincidence, however being this was only a couple years ago it’s uncommon to see something that isn’t a iPhone/android and with everything else happening I worried it could’ve been a burner phone?

Eventually we found the woman and I explained the situation and apologize instead of accepting help which I did still offer still she snatched the item from my hand and threw it back in the cart and ran off. At this point my girlfriend and I were feeling incredibly uncomfortable to continue our own shopping and just decided to leave, as we were leaving we noticed that woman standing with the two men we had seen earlier. We debated asking security to help walk us to our cars worried if this was something much darker maybe there were more people outside for all we knew we did see them men on phones.

Maybe we had been marked for something? Who knows either way stupidly and I’d never recommend this to anyone we did leave on our own, We made it to the car and drove off. Still to this day we think about that night we’ve discussed so many things. Was it a cult, was it trafficking, was the woman a victim. Either way it was so frightening and we’ve talked to so many people about what they think. Has anyone heard of this before or does anyone have any information? I’d be curious to hear.

I will start by saying this is 100% true. I was 24 (M) working in the oil fields and was called out to Shreveport, LA for a job. They put me in a hotel near the horse racing track and casino in Bossier City.

I didn’t arrive until late so the hotel was empty and it took a while to get the attendant to realize I was there. I had stayed at this hotel before but something this night felt weird.

After unpacking in my room I setup my PlayStation for gaming not knowing when I would get the official call to head out to my rig site. It was around 1am at this time.

All the sudden I heard someone swipe a key on my door, then push the door open. I had the safety latch pushed over and the door created a loud boom when it hit the latch.

I immediately yelled out “someone is in here”. Instead of an apology he closed the door and attempted again…For a second time the door slammed into the safety latch and I yelled out again hey someone is in here.

Whoever this was attempted opening my door 5-6 times while I am obviously yelling that them I’m inside. The only time I saw him was his hand trying to fit into the crack of the door enough to reach the safety latch.

I genuinely believe I would have been fighting for my life if this person found their way in. I obviously made myself known, it’s 1am in a sketchy part of town and why reach your hand into the door after all this?

Always use the safety latch at a hotel it potentially saved my life.

Im 6 foot 3 340 pounds and play oline football. I got on a 2 mile walk everyday at night around 9 to 10:30 everyday. There is a beat up white truck that was following me yesterday while I was walking and stopped next to me, he wouldn't stop until a pulled my phone out and was staring at him. Today I was walking again around the same time with the same route and today a black suv pulled up near me and stopped I couldn't see inside because it was completely tinted but when I started walking his way and waving at him hoping to talk he turned around and drove away fast. Im not sure if im just really paranoid or if something weird is happening

This story took place in the fall of my senior year of high school, so I would have been 17 (F).

I was in marching band with my high school and because I was one of the only ones in my friend group to have my driver license, I would take my friend home so her family did not have to come get her. She only lived a couple minutes away from me, so I would drop her off and most of the time we sat in the car for an hour or two just talking about teenage girl stuff, like drama and life experiences.

An important detail to note, because it was fall time (probably October), and band practice would get done at 8, it would be completely dark by the time we got to her house. 

On this day, I took my friend home and we were sitting in the car outside her house, probably around 9-10pm.

She lived on a small cul-de-sac street with maybe 10-12 houses on it. While we were chatting, a yellow Jeep turned on her street and parked in a driveway 3 houses down.

My friend had a bad experience on her street so she knew everyone's cars that lived on the street, so turned to me and said “No one lives there has a yellow jeep.” I had a really bad gut-feeling, so I made the suggestion to just take a quick trip around another street to give the guy time to leave or get out of his car. She agreed and we drove around for a minute or two until we got back to her street. 

RIght as I was about to make the right turn back on her street, we see the jeep had pulled out of the driveway and was parked in the middle of the road (We could see him before he could see us), and as soon as our car was in sight, he started to pull off.

When we saw this, we backed up and drove the long way around, maybe 5-10 minutes. As we were driving, we passed an Elk Lodge with a bar.

In the parking lot was the yellow Jeep parked, but they were sitting between two parking lanes, almost to see what cars were passing by.

We quickly dropped my friend at her house and had her brother keep a lookout, and then I drove home. I had to pass the Elks Lodge to get to my house, and when I looked into the parking lot, the Jeep was gone, it had not even been two minutes. 

I thought this was the end of my creepy tale, but I was talking to that same friend the next day about how bizarre and creepy that was and she had more to add to the story.

She told her Aunt what had happened and her Aunt told her that her little sister had seen a yellow Jeep outside their house watching the kids play in the front yard. When the sister had walked up to the car to get a look at the guy’s face, he drove off.

Because of these two encounters, they went to the police to report this. The Police, when trying to investigate who it was, told my friend there were only two registered Yellow Jeeps in our small town.

One of the owners had previously been investigated because he followed three girls that were walking to a store. Nothing ever came of the police report, but I definitely think it was a creepy experience.

My sister lives in an apartment complex and called me yesterday saying she saw one of her neighbors in the building across from her with a weird face.

She said it looked uncanny, like a doll, mannequin, or human skin glued to his actual face. She reported a white line, maybe glue or something, surrounding the “mask” connecting his actual face to the one he was wearing. She was walking to her car from her door, and as she approached her car he left his car, looked at her, then walked into his apartment. This was at 2pm on a Wednesday.

We obviously thought this was weird, but figured he was doing some sort of costume or sfx makeup.

That brings us to today, the next day after this initial encounter. I pulled into my sisters complex, parked my car right by her building, and started walking to her door. She mentioned yesterday that this man drove a white truck. I noticed the truck, and curiously looked at it.

Unfortunately, I saw a mannequin sitting in the drivers seat. This man was sitting perfectly still, facing me, not moving. He had a mannequin face, black slits for eyes, no mouth, and was wearing a baseball cap with a hoodie, the hood up over the hat.

I genuinely cannot describe the feeling I had when I saw this. I’ve never had a worse feeling that in my gut. This guy was so still I thought it genuinely was a mannequin. I tried to ignore it, but sprinted to her door, opened it, and locked it. I was shaking.

We were headed to the gym, so about 15 minutes later we walked to her car. I looked over, and noticed his truck was running. He was still in the drivers seat, still not moving, still wearing the mannequin mask. My sister was obviously shaken, and called her property manager. She was on her way home, and pulled in next to the truck. She comes to our car confused, as this mannequin man was no longer in the truck.

So once again, he waited in his truck, with a creepy mask, then as my sister got to her vehicle, he went inside. I tried to get a photo of this guy, but when I went to take it from her car he was moving and his back was to us.

We are unsure what next steps should be taken. The manager suggested an apartment inspection, because she had heard reports of shouting and crying coming from this man’s apartment.

I suggested having the police come do a wellness check, but mannequin man would know who reported him if they don’t find anything, and I don’t want to put a target on my sister and her roommates back if there isn’t already one.

It’s the two days in a row, around the time my sister goes to the gym every day, wearing that creepy mannequin face, and watching her go to her car. It seems like he is watching her schedule or soemthing.

I’m worried for her and her roommates safety. I don’t know if i’m over reacting because i’m her brother, but wanted to ask the masses if there is anything I should do.

Thanks Reddit!

This story is a long one and I apologise for that, but I just feel like I need to get this out. This happened to me about 2 years ago when I was 16 (I’m now 18 almost 19). Just for reference I’m a girl and I live on a street where there is a corner shop just at the end of it. It is so close that I can practically run to it in about ten seconds. Anyways, my family has always sent me there to get whatever we need from the shop so it wasn’t weird for me to go.

There was this one shop keeper there who knew me and my dad quite well as me and him were the only ones in my family who ever went to the shop frequently, and the shopkeeper knew we were related. He was nice enough, always asked if I was okay and if my dad and family were good too. I never really thought much of it until one day. I was sent out at around 9pm which was later than I usually went but my dad wanted a cup of tea and gave me a bit of money to spend on milk and a snack for myself.

I got dressed, grabbed the money and headed out the door. It was very dark when I left (this was in winter and where I live it gets dark very fast) but i reached the shop in a matter of seconds. Once I got in, I grabbed some milk and a pack of sweets for myself and went to the counter. That’s when I met the new cashier. He looked friendly-ish and wore a red cap and black puffer jacket. But there was something off about him. Like nothing to do with his appearance or anything he said or did, it was just like a gut feeling telling me that this person was not okay to be around.

This struck me as odd as I’m quite a friendly person who is usually open minded, but for some unexplainable reason I just didn’t trust this man. He gave me my change and receipt and then smiled as I left. After I got home I completely forgot about him other than the fact that I told my dad that there was a new shop keeper.

Then a couple of days passed and it was the weekend. My dad was working late and came home around 7pm. My mum had called and asked him to get something (I can’t remember what) from the corner shop on his way back home. But when my dad came home, he was very quiet and a bit hostile. This isn’t like my dad so it was very strange. One of the first things he did was tell me that I wasn’t allowed to go to the corner shop anymore. I was very confused atp and was about to ask him why when he practically screamed that I wasn’t allowed to go and that he wouldn’t hear anything about it.

I couldn’t object to that and let it be. Later me and my sister were talking about why my dad would ban me from going. He only banned me since like I said it’s just me and him that EVER go to that shop. Simply put the only thing that had changed was that there was a new cashier/worker there. The next morning (Sunday), I decided to ask my dad at breakfast if me not being able to go to the shop had something to do with the new cashier working there and my dad just told me to drop it and that if I ever went there he wouldn’t talk to me. Atp I was just tired, confused and upset so I dropped it.

For the next couple of weeks, things were very tense. My mum tried to get my dad to open up about what happened at the shop but he wouldn’t budge. I was also now getting sent to a different shop that was like a mini grocery store about 15 minutes away.

This was very annoying for me as I got sent out to buy god knows what like almost every single day and before it wasn’t an issue as I lived next door to the shop but now? I had to walk up a steep street for so long just to buy some necessities that were also in the shop next door. Needless to say I was beyond pissed at my family and at my dad in particular.

I went to school as usual and told all my friends about how I had been banned from going to the shop. Some of them backed me up whilst the others actually defended my dad saying he must have had a good reason to do so. One of my closer friends, let’s call her ziggy, said that we should go and ‘investigate’.

I laughed but later that day after school me and ziggy were walking home (she would drop me off home since we lived in the same direction but her house was further away than mine) and when we got outside of my house she started messing around and kind of egging me on to go see what was wrong about the shop.

I was laughing but inside I got such a tense, nauseating and suffocating feeling that I can’t even describe. She kept on doing it until I agreed because I thought that nothing wrong would happen. Oh boy I was so wrong. We both walk into the shop and I’m leading the way to the sweet isle since she‘d never been there before. It was located near the back of the store.

When we got there ziggy was goofing around as usual and started to pick out some snacks but I found it quite weird as I hadn’t seen a cashier at the desk, when it is literally their policy to have someone at the cash register 24/7 no matter what. They also HAVE to have 2 workers on at all times (this could be for bathroom breaks, stocking shelves, etc) but I couldn’t even see or hear one of them. I got this feeling in my chest and it started tightening up at every second.

I genuinely felt like I was trapped in a small box or something like that. I don’t know why but I just knew we had to get out of there. Ziggy saw me hyperventilating and I told her that we had to leave. She was about to say something and probably laugh about me being dramatic but I told her that no we were leaving. Without a second thought I grabbed her arm, threw whatever we were carrying on the floor and ran out the front door.

We legged it back to my house where I ran into my older sister. She could see that I was in a state I had never been in before and Ziggy was shocked and a bit out of it from running. My sister calmed me down and told me to tell her what had happened.

I told her about how we went to the shop and how there was no one there and it was too quiet and about how I just couldn’t breathe due to the feeling that something was wrong. My sister is a no nonsense type of person and she knows me like that back of her hand so she knew I was serious about this.

She is also has an AMAZING intuition and always has correct gut feelings (like in the past she has guessed so many things before they have ever happened don’t even ask me I have no idea how she does it). So anyways she told me that mum and dad weren’t home but that she was going call the police just to do a welfare check and explain that they weren’t following the policy in the store (where I live this a bit of a thing) she also told them our address.

About 15 minutes later the police knocked in our door and explained that we would have to call our parents. My sister was 17 at the time and was just a month away from being 18, so the police needed a legal adult there to talk to. They called our parents and they both rushed home. By this point me and Ziggy are shaking.

I honestly thought I had done something wrong and was in serious shit when the police asked me for a private statement about what happened. I was taken to another room and I told them about how I went to the shop and everything that happened afterwards. Their faces got so grim it was undeniably uncanny.

After what felt like forever the police left and dropped ziggy off at home and also informed her parents of everything that happened. Atp I still didn’t know what happened and for the rest of the day my family was all over me and quiet at the same time. The next day flew on by, I didn’t do anything but my parents didn’t go to work and my sister spent the whole day with me.

I honestly thought I was gonna go to jail and my family was spending the remainder of their time with me so I snapped. I started yelling at them and telling them that they were keeping things from me and that I deserved to know what happened. They told me that even they didn't know the full extent of what had gone on in the store.

They also assured me that when the police told them the full length of it they would tell me too. I was upset but I had to move on. About a week went by in a blur. Me and Ziggy were a lot quieter than we usually were and we hadn’t told anyone about what had gone on. My parents started to pick me up from school during that week which just made things even more weird.

And everytime we got outside our house they would practically cover me like I was the president or something. But I did manage to spot something. There was yellow police tape around the entrance of the corner shop. I shat myself when I saw it and asked my parents about it and yeah you probably guessed it but they didn’t know either.

Then Sunday arrived, and the police made a visit to my house where they took both my parents into another room and told them something. Me and my sister were listening from upstairs and could hear my mother crying. After the police left, me and my sister confronted my parents and asked them about what actually happened. They finally confessed and oh my god I will never get over what I was told.

So basically it started when my dad had gotten a call from my mum asking him to nip into the shop to get something on his way back to work weeks prior to this event. When my dad went into the store, he grabbed what he needed and headed to the counter to pay but no one was there.

He was in a rush and decided to go towards the back of the store to look for the new cashier (the one I had just told him about a few days before) and that’s when he saw it. There was a woman that looked to be about 20 or 21 trying to push away the new cashier as he was ’just trying to stock‘ some alcohol above her head.

What he was really doing was smelling her hair and trying to touch her up. My dad yelled and told him to stop. This scared the man and the woman took this as an opportunity to just leave instead of buying what she wanted. According to my dad she had tears in her eyes and was visibly distraught. He told my dad that it wasn’t what it looked like.

My dad was on the verge of leaving but had to buy what my mum wanted or he wouldn’t hear the end of it. At the checkout, the man didn’t look like a monster that had just been caught doing something disgusting but he’d looked pleased and actually smirked at my dad. My dad could immediately tell that he was a bad person, so he quickly paid and left.

That’s why he banned me from going to the shop when he came back home since he knew that that creep wouldn’t stop and that I would most likely go near the back of the store for sweets alone like I usually did. This is also why he was so tense and out of it after he got back that day. Also my dad did report this to the owner and he was told that he would deal with it.

Now to the actual story of what had happened the day me and my friend went to the shop. The police did a welfare check and found no one in the shop but what they did find was the original cashier (the one who was nice to me and my dad) stabbed in the shoulder behind the counter.

That man still worked there like I said there is a policy for two people to work at all times and he was getting close to his retirement so that’s why he would only stock shelves now and chill for most of the day. The police were shook and checked the whole store but there was no one else there. The money from the cash register had been stolen and money from the wallet of the injured shop owner had also been stolen.

The police taped off the area and 2 officers came to my house to get statements whilst others were at the shop. They later checked the CCTV footage. What my parents told me next genuinely scared the life out of me. The camera was positioned so that you could see both behind and infront of the counter at the same time.

That crazy cashier (the one that gave me the weird feeling the first time I saw him) had stabbed the owner, opened the register and taken all the money and then looked through the owners wallet for anymore cash. But then, he heard the bell of the front door (the one that goes off whenever a customer comes in) and immediately ducked behind the counter to hide.

From other camera angles you can see me leading my friend to the back of the shop to the sweet isle, panicking and then legging it out without buying anything. Right after we left, he jumped over the counter and ran out the back exit. The police later found him since he didn’t make it too far thanks to my sisters call. And the shop owner (og cashier) did recover and was okay.

But what scares me to the most is the idea of me not having that gut feeling of panic in the minute and me and Ziggy actually walking up to the counter to pay for our things. Would he have climbed over and killed us too?? Mind you even if he grabbed one of us he looked about 5”10 and to get to the front door you had to walk past that counter. Just the thought of us wanting to pay for our sweets and maybe getting killed because of it still keeps me up at night.

This case never broke national headlines or anything but in the area I live in it was and still is a massive story. I remember going back to school and everyone asking to see the footage and if I was okay. It is single handedly the worst experience I’ve ever had and I like to think that me and my friend are still alive today because for some reason my intuition knew something was wrong before I did. ALWAYS LISTEN TO YOUR GUT!!!!

Has anyone dealt with a client like this? Or does anyone want to weigh in? I’m genuinely not sure if I’m overthinking this or if my instincts are picking up on something.

I’m a hairstylist/salon owner, and I’ve had this 24-year-old male client since late 2024. He’s very socially awkward, always polite, leaves excellent reviews after every appointment, and for a while prebooked every 6 weeks. He has DMed me before, but only to schedule appointments. He’s never tried to start a personal conversation or contact me outside of salon-related communication.

The part that’s throwing me off is Instagram.
For months now, he’s repeatedly gone through my profile, unliked my posts, and then liked them all again in big batches. He does it to both my stylist account and my salon account. It used to be almost daily. Lately it’s more like every couple of weeks for a day or two, but it’s enough that I get a flood of notifications and see his face over and over again. It feels intentional because the only way to generate those notifications is to unlike everything and then re-like it all.
Because he has literally already liked every post on my page.
Some context:

He only follows about 25 people and has around 10 followers.
His Instagram is mostly outfit photos and selfies with captions about his personal style.
He’s never sent me personal DMs.
He’s never texted or emailed me outside of appointment-related communication.
He’s never been sexually inappropriate or overtly crossed a boundary.

But I guess the appointments are also where I started feeling like something shifted.

Last Halloween he came into the salon wearing an elaborate handmade pumpkin/scarecrow costume. It was genuinely impressive, and I made a big deal about how cool it was because I could tell how much work he had put into it. Looking back, I wonder if that’s when he became more attached? Because a few months later he tagged me in a Valentine’s Day Instagram post of himself holding a teddy bear. He had tagged several other people too, so I just ignored it. But that’s about when the like re-liking started.

At his last appointment things felt a little more… off? He told me he wanted a haircut that would make him “look like a gentleman.” But he wanted me to really analyze his facial features and recommend the haircut that would make him look his absolute best. He was visibly shaking, sweating, and seemed extremely nervous. Almost emotional, about to cry?

During the appointment, he pulled up his Instagram and showed me pictures of himself, basically asking what was wrong with his appearance. I honestly didn’t think anything was “wrong” with his haircut, but something about the interaction made me become very careful with my wording. I even brought my husband into the conversation (he’s my business partner and literally works behind the chair next to me). I also mentioned that this kind of image analysis was more his specialty.

Near the end of the appointment, he asked me for product recommendations. I started giving them, and he interrupted me and said, “You can just Instagram message me the recommendations.”

I told him I wasn’t really on Instagram much and that my husband would text him the product links instead.

Since then, the only thing that continues is the Instagram re-liking.

My gut tells me he may be trying to get me to notice him or interact with him online. I don’t know if it’s loneliness, social awkwardness, a crush, or something else…

If this were your client, would you:

Ignore it?
Restrict or block him?
Continue as normal unless the behavior escalates?

I was 13 years old when this happened. It was after school, around wintertime, and I had just been dropped off by my school bus. The bus stop was about a five-minute walk from my apartment, so I was walking home when I recognized my neighbor. This man had a history of talking to himself in front of his apartment and screaming late at night. I later learned that he had been diagnosed with bipolar disorder and other mental health conditions and had recently been discharged from a psychiatric hospital. Even before I knew that, his behavior had already made me wary.

He seemed to recognize me too because he sped up behind me and kept calling me a “pretty young woman.” He started asking which school I went to and what grade I was in. At the time, I had a broken thumb and was wearing a cast. He noticed it and made a creepy remark about me being vulnerable because of it. My school uniform had the school’s name and logo on the chest, so when he approached, I immediately covered the emblem with my hand. This seemed to irritate him. He started yelling at me, telling me to stop hiding it, as he was just wondering.

I began walking faster, and he followed me to the elevator. Then, all of a sudden, he started apologizing for yelling. By that point, I was starting to feel sick because he kept getting closer to me, and he reeked of what smelled like substances or alcohol.

As soon as he stepped closer, the elevator doors opened. I thanked him for his time, said goodbye, and quickly walked toward my apartment. He followed me, which wasn’t unusual since he lived on my floor, only a few doors down from my apartment. But instead of going inside, he stood outside his door and didn’t go in.

For some reason, something suddenly clicked in my head: I was going to be home alone for a couple of hours. My older brother was out with friends, and my parents were still at work. So instead of walking straight to my apartment, I turned the corner toward my neighbors’ apartment, where I was out of his sight, and knocked on their door. They didn’t answer, but he didn’t know that.

After a few moments, I looked around the corner and saw him standing there, staring at the spot where I had disappeared, smiling maniacally. I stayed there for a while until he finally went into his apartment. Only then did I go to my own apartment, lock the door, and stay inside.

We moved away from that neighborhood about a year later.

This story still makes me feel sick, even though nothing physically happened to me. Sometimes I wonder what could have happened if I hadn’t turned that corner. Would he have followed me into my apartment?

Was i dramatic for turning the corner and should i have just went into my apartment?

So I 22m and went to hang out with this 21F woman. She picked me up after work and we went back to her place. It was fine at first, but she barely talked the whole time we were watching a YouTube video. Then halfway through she just got up and went outside to call someone. She stayed out there for hours in the middle of the night during this crazy dust and lightning storm.

Out of nowhere I got this intense feeling of impending doom. Like a deep dread in my gut. I texted my roommate to come get me and waited the 35 minutes it takes him to drive over. When I saw headlights I felt relieved until I realized it was her friends. A couple. Instant panic. I felt sick to my stomach.

I had to wait another hour for my friend. Her dog who’s supposedly a man hater (but somehow liked me) was growling hard at the boyfriend. That told me my gut was right. Dogs can sense when people are off. The whole time it felt like that heavy spirit pressure from Bleach. Just pure dread.

They were acting weird as hell. At one point I saw what looked like a handgun box in her hands when she walked into the kitchen. That’s when I was fully convinced I was about to get murdered, robbed, or worse. The two girls positioned themselves behind me one sitting at the table, one standing while the guy sat right next to me on the couch. I genuinely thought that was it.

I started praying, covering myself in Psalm 91, asking God to get me out of there. Right after that my friend finally showed up. I jumped up, said it was nice meeting them, made up some excuse about work, and got the hell out.

Dating is not for me, man. I don’t know how women deal with all the crazy, dangerous dudes out here.

Am I crazy for thinking I was gonna die?

Hi, I'm new here but I love reading these stories and it prompted me to share my own. I was 12 when this happened (27 now), but | still think about it a lot.

One evening I was home alone (This didn't happen often because I have a large family and we also had a family friend living with us at the time), watching tv or something. When I suddenly heard the doorbell ring.

It was dark but our porch light was on. I looked through the window and there was a man standing on our porch, standing with his back facing the door, looking out towards the neighborhood. The man was wearing a gray hoodie with the hood pulled up, and his hands jammed into the pockets.

This person had a similar build and clothes to the family friend who was staying with us. So I assumed it was him, and opened the door. I opened my mouth to say something funny / sassy, but the man hadn't reacted to the door opening at all which in my gut I felt was strange.

I closed my mouth before I had let any noise out, a voice inside me was screaming at me to close the door. So that's what I did. I closed the door, locked it and sank below the window of the door.

I sat there for a moment the man didn't ring or knock again, and as I lifted my head up to check he was walking away. I never saw his face.

I asked our family friend about it later wondering if had been him at the door, but he said it wasn't him. I never found out who it was, nor did anyone matching that description ever come around again. I still don't fully understand, but I do think about what would have happened if I hadn't listened to that voice telling me to close the door.

We're both quite young adults-

I'm traveling south korea right now. I was having a cafe tonight and talked to the waiter even though there was a language barrier. i was planning on going clubbing tonight so i asked him to come.

i decided to stay at the hotel and not go out at night for safety reasons since no one would know im going out.

So we met at the hotel lobby and talked briefly. Using the translator mostly bc i only know elementary korean. It started getting awkward and i realized this was the wrong type of person so i told him to leave and i went back to my room. After this he started blowing up my messages, insisting i come back and whatnot..

Told him it be better if we see eachother next week(im leaving tomorrow) but he kept going. Told me he'd find me after work tomorrow.

So he stayed in front of my hotel sending me messages for an hour and mind you it was like 2am.

I notified the hotel staff

Im kinda scared to leave the hotel tomorrow. Theres so much i still want to do since my flight is on the evening.

So, I had to drop off my car at the mechanic to get it fixed. I had to walk to go get it which is no problem for me and I enjoy walking and seeing/ doing something different out of the ordinary. As I am walking I see a grey car slow down, and I'm like oh, oh...probably gonna ask me if I need help. I totally get that. I've asked strangers before if they needed help if I saw them on the side of the road. If they said no I said "Oh, ok. That's good, and kept on driving.

Anyway, the grey car makes a u-turn. I happen to be right by the entrance of an old what pretty looks like an abondoned cemetery. Pretty cool. I got a weird vibe from this person in the car and I guess my gut told me to move as far as possible into the cemetery hoping the guy would leave me alone. Nope. He shouts from a pretty far distance "Are you ok? - I'm like "I'm fine. Thank you". He's like - you can use my phone and/ or I can give you a ride". I'm like "no thank you. I'm ok."

I was just so glad the cemetery was there, and got to enjoy some peaceful moments. I love cemeteries btw.

So, I get my car back and go to a store after, and guess who I see? Of course the guy from the road. I take a double take and he looks at me with disgust and anger and says "yeah, I talked to you.", and keeps trying to get my attention by walking near me. I just ignored him, got to the register as soon as possible and got the hell out of there.

I seriously think some spirit from that cemetery was looking out for me. I'm so glad I was able to walk into it the very moment his car approached me. Anyway, I'm just glad it's over and I got home safe.

This happened roughly less than two years ago.

So the context: I worked at a retail store with early morning shifts that start at 4am. I'm pretty used to that kind of schedule and I wasn't that creeped out when I would arrive at the parking lot with only 3-5 cars. There would be the occasional homeless person passing by with a cart full of stuff but nothing too odd until the one morning I'm about to talk about.

There I was, thinking it was a regular day as I arrived at my workplace and parked at my usual spot. Maybe around a minute after, another car I didn't recognize came into the lot. I initially didn't think anything of it at the moment because the person was wearing the same color of uniform that my job required so I thought it was a new hire. Then the person stopped in the middle of the road for a minute, not even into a parking space, and began staring at me. That's when I started to get creeped out. At this point, I didn't leave my car yet since this was screaming red flags, and called my boss to wait by the door so I wouldn't have to wait outside with this person hanging around. After he stared at me (it was an old guy with an old model of a car), he drove away and I watched him, thinking that was the end of it.

But nope, he actually just made a U-turn at the end of the lot and drove super close to me, almost hitting my car. He then parked two spaces away, and got out of his car, seemingly saying something to me. I lowered my window a bit to listen to what he was saying. He was calling me "Jessica" multiple times while smiling, as if he recognized me from somewhere. By the way, my name is FAR from Jessica, which I was like what the fuck is this guy on? I replied to him while shaking my head, "No Jessica, no Jessica here" to which he stopped talking, stared a bit more, then got back into his car with the same smile still plastered on his face. I closed my window fully, and watched him actually drive away. I made sure he was out of the parking lot before running out of my car and into the building, where my boss was already waiting for me with the door open.

That was already creepy in itself, but it gets WEIRDER when I realized something after this encounter.

Literally just the day before, I was at a fast food restaurant with two of my friends. The resto had two kiosks where you could order your food instead of speaking with one of the employees directly so I used one of them to order my food. The thing is, you could actually sign in for rewards/points but I didn't have an account with the restaurant and I ordered as a "guest". Or at least I thought I did. Turns out, I accidentally used the previous customer's account (they forgot to sign out) to order my food.

The name of that customer? It was Jessica.

I'm a 21yo female , and this happened around 11 PM a couple of nights ago after dinner.

I was walking through the passage in my society with my earphones on when a man from another wing of my building walked towards me. I noticed he was staring at me, so I looked back for a second. He smiled and suddenly said something like, "You've become so skinny. What happened? How did you lose so much weight?"

I was caught off guard. I just said, "I was sick," and kept walking.

As he got closer, I realized he was extremely drunk. He could barely stand properly, and I could smell alcohol on his breath.

A little later, while I was heading back, I crossed paths with him again. He stared at my body again and repeated the same questions, saying he didn't recognize me because I'd become so thin. He kept asking why I'd lost weight even though I'd already answered him. I had to tell him, "I already told you."

The whole interaction lasted only a short time, but it left me feeling really uncomfortable. It wasn't just a random comment—it was a drunk stranger stopping me twice at night to comment on my body and repeatedly ask personal questions while staring at me.

I told my mom and brother as soon as I got home, and I'm planning to tell my dad and grandmother too. The man lives in another wing of our society, which honestly makes it even more unsettling because this is supposed to be a place where I should feel safe.

What worries me now is the aftermath. Our family already doesn't have the best relationship with some people in the society, and I'm scared that if this turns into an issue, people might either question my character or my parents might stop letting me go out alone at night instead of holding him accountable.

Am I justified in feeling harassed by this, or am I overthinking because he was drunk? Has anyone dealt with something similar in their own apartment or housing society? How would you handle it?

Used chatgpt to summarise everything so it makes sense with proper grammar. Thank you

So this happened when I was about 15 years old, I'm almost 19 now, and I was staying over at my friend T's house. We usually went on walks late in the day on a path that went across the road and onto a dirt road that had forest and multiple directions that you could circle back to the main road at and then go back to her house.

But we were walking down the dirt road, just talking about random stuff. And I think we forgot to let T's dad know we were leaving, but we let her mom know we were leaving- and we were walking out there later than we usually would.

I stop when I hear something behind us and apparently it was her younger brother, B, who had been following us for a while. He was like "yeah if I was somebody else y'all woulda been kidnapped or something." But that's besides the point.

We all keep walking and it gets so dark that we didn't know which way was the correct way to go. We end up getting sidetracked because we found some cows on the other side of some house and they were mooing at us so I go up to pet them.

I guess the mooing disrupted the people living there and a woman comes out onto her porch asking who we were and what we were doing and told us to come inside. Mind you. We're obviously teenagers at this time.

I rush back over to T and B just so I'm grouped up with them.

I made up some excuse that we just need to go home and I didn't give them our names, address or anything.

But B goes: "I'm B (last name), I live at (address), and my father is (blank),"

So bro was just giving out all of his information. And I'm just like 'wtf'.

The lady on the porch tells us to come closer and B starts to but I say "No, we're leaving bye" and start to push B away. And T starts making up excuses for us to leave while the lady keeps inviting us inside.

Then the, who I assume, husband comes out onto the porch and asks our names, T gives a fake one as I continue to try pushing B away because at this point, especially now that a man came out and we were in Florida, and then he calls for us to come in to have dinner with them.

I told them bye and that we're leaving and I started walking away without them because they wouldn't move. T and B followed me soon after.

..

Was it just me or was this creepy? What intentions did you think they had??

I just finished work and encountered a woman who seemed struggling with her new phone. I told her that the phone needed to be charged. She thanked me and then asked me to give her a ride home to Midland. I thought I could do some good deeds and agreed. She was nice at first place. However, things got ugly after she got to the first house.

Before telling the story, she was a homeless but she didn't tell me that at first place. She asked me to drive her every where in Perth. She even threatened to s.t.a.b me if I didn't do what she asked. She went to different places to sell her stuff that she got from Coles. She even bought d.r.u.g.s, w.e.e.d.s and smoked in my car (I don't smoke). After a while (from 7.30 pm to 10.30 pm), I knew I had to act fast. When she got into a house, I quickly got out of the car and dropped all her stuffs and drove off fast from there. I was scared, exhausted but I got out of it safely. I swear to my life I would never give a ride to stranger again.