When my son was a baby, a guy leaned in and whispered, “I can smell your milk.”
2. Hey, Leigh
I work the PM shift and get done around midnight. Was walking into the grocery store when a man from across the parking lot started cat calling. I can deal, as a woman I’m used to it. But he started walking quickly towards me, and I got a little nervous. It’s midnight, it’s dark. I’m on edge. He starts commenting on my hair ( it was dyed green at the time) saying he likes my scrubs and asking if I have a boyfriend. I politely rebuff him and go into the store.
I come out about 15 minutes later and he’s still there, standing in the row about 20 feet from my car. He starts up with the same stuff, I’m trying to smile and laugh it off even though I’m pretty sure he’s going to murder me at this point. I get to my door and he says “Hey, Leigh!” I slowly turn and he walks up to me and says, in a very sinister voice “Yeah, I know you.” I asked him how he knew my name and he said: “Oh, don’t worry about it.” I was frozen and about to push the panic button on my car alarm, when his mood suddenly goes from crazy serial killer rapist to goofy best friend. He lightly pats me on the arm and says “haha, don’t worry, yous good peoples!” He then proceeds to ask me if I have any cocaine, which I did not. He got into a car and drove away.
3. Guy Starts Getting Creepy In The Back Seat
Left a party and some guy asked me for a ride. Chose to sit behind me rather than in the front with me (weird, right?).
So I’m driving him to Maccas and he’s sitting behind me chatting away and tells me he’s due to go to court and will probably go to jail for grievous bodily harm and car theft. Might I add I’m a 5ft 5, 20 something-year-old female and this bloke is telling me this shit and I’m freaking out!!
So I ask him if he’s going to hurt me, because fuck it, I may as well just ask! He says no but asks me to pull over and stand next to my car so he can take a photo of me and my car, still not sure why. Anyway, I pulled over on the side of the road, let him get out and I quickly drove off.
Never saw him again, didn’t get murdered and my car wasn’t stolen, shit yeah.
4. Stranger Walks OUt Of The Woods
One time I was driving down a dirt road deep in Northern Alberta while on a fishing trip. It was about 4 am and the northern lights were going crazy so I parked at a hilltop and was watching from inside my truck.
I was about 50km from any reasonably sized town, but here comes a man walking out of the forest in front of me wearing a fucking suit and carrying a duffel bag.
He walks up to my truck and I roll down the window. I ask him if he is alright and he says yes. Then he speaks a sentence that I will remember for the rest of my days;
“Do you want an Oreo?”
I said yes and the man pulled out a fresh pack of Oreo doublestuffs from his bag, gives me exactly one cookie, then walks back from the same direction he came from.
Who this man was and what he was doing is the subject of many long nights.
5. Taking the Back Roads
I grew up in a small town and lived out in the country. My mom and I were coming home from Walmart really late one night and decided to take the back way home. I still had my learner’s permit, so I wanted to take a road with less traffic. Anyone who has ever lived or been to the country knows how creepy these roads can be at night. I was going around a curve, right before a one lane bridge, so I slowed down in case I had to stop. Out of nowhere this woman jumps in front of me to the driver’s side of my car and starts pounding on the hood of my car. Her mouth was moving but I couldn’t make out what she was saying. My mom started freaking out and told me not to stop, and just keep driving. I kept going and we both looked back to see where she was and no one was there. To this day my mom and I still remember it clearly. Turns out there’s apparently a legend about a woman who died around the bridge and supposedly can be seen sometimes late at night. I get goosebumps to this day just thinking about it.
6. Sketchy guy at the amtrak station
When I was a freshman in university, I lived in a dorm which closed for the winter holidays. It was a 7.5-hour train ride to get home from uni. I mixed up the week school started up again and wound up arriving a week early (which was bad news because the dorms were still closed). I bought a return ticket home on the next train which wouldn’t arrive until 7 am, and it was about 1 am when I arrived in town. Seeing as I wasn’t comfortable sleeping in a sketchy Amtrak station, I stayed up till the morning train. This lack of sleep is primarily what makes me doubt the following events even happened.
The train that arrived was packed. I sat in the window seat, and a very presentable looking guy sat in the aisle seat next to me. He started up a conversation about uni, the holidays, etc. and seemed normal enough. However, I started getting some red flags. Whenever I would mention something in the conversation he would coincidentally have a similar experience. I knew I was tired though so maybe I was just imagining things. I was getting vibes though that this guy might be a very convincing liar. So next I go to pull a snack out of my backpack, and the motherfucker reaches over and starts pulling snacks out of my pack and helping himself. He said he never had these before, and just had to have one. Whatever, have one and just leave me alone…right? Wrong.
He pulled out a can of soda, chugged it, and proceeded to bite into the can. Like a damn goat. I was sitting next to a goat-boy or something.
I pulled out my cell phone to text my then-boyfriend, and he takes my phone from my hands and says that he’s going to tell my boyfriend that I’m now taken. I take my phone back before he could do anything, and tell him to fuck off. He starts asking me questions about my sex-life, and about how he’s always been able to make a woman squirt.
I’m so tired at this point that I just don’t have the energy to deal with this lunatic. I was planning on flagging an attendant or someone down to switch seats when he pulls up his shirt and shows me a scar on his back that said a girls name. He said his ex scratched her name into his back when they broke up, and in retaliation, he went and stabbed her next boyfriend with a knife. Before I could process da fuck he just said, a girl sitting in the aisle seat across from us asked him about the stabbing. Turns out that she had also stabbed an ex before, and they got to talking about it.
This was all too much so I took my carry on, pushed my way out the seat, and hid the remainder of the trip in a bathroom stall. When I came back to my seat at the end of the ride to get my overhead luggage, he would not stop asking me for my phone number. I was worried he was going to follow me off the train so I stuck around in the crowded train station until I got a ride home. I could not make this stuff up, it was the creepiest/weirdest experience that I still doubt to this day.
7. “You Ever seen a dead body?”
I was taking a bus one night and a creepy guy sitting a couple of seats over says to me, “You ever seen a dead body?”
I replied that I hadn’t. He goes on, “Well I have. I was the caretaker for this old lady and was living in her house for free, but then one day she just up and died on her couch.”
At this point, he starts getting more agitated, and in an increasingly nervous tone he continues, “The police thought I had something to do with her death, but I didn’t! I didn’t murder that old lady! She was old!”
It was at this point that I was considering jumping off the bus at a random stop and just running home, but then my morbidly obese holey-sweatpants-wearing bus buddy who was always riding the same bus route as I and liked to talk to me about his hobby of listening to director’s commentaries got on the bus.
The creepy guy shouts to him, “Hey, how’s it going. I was just telling this guy about the old lady who died.”
Bus buddy replies, “Stop talking to people about that, it’s weird.”
Turns out the creepy guy was friends with him and the creepy guy was traumatized by the experience, but too socially awkward to properly relate it to others.
8. Stranger comes to the house
When I was 10 years old I had a really freaky thing happen at my house. I woke up in the middle of the night really thirsty. It was around 1 in the morning and the entire house was dark. I got out of bed and went downstairs to get a drink. Conveniently my mom had just gotten up to do the same thing. We head downstairs to the kitchen for some water. Right when we got in the kitchen a random car pulled into our driveway and a man got out. My mom and I are standing in the kitchen watching him very aggressively start coming towards our door. He was wearing a hoodie and black gloves, really big burly dude. Right before he reached the door my mom flipped on the light. Since the entire house was dark he couldn’t see us but we could see him. The instant the light flipped on he stopped looked right at us, ran back to his car hauled ass out of our driveway and down the road. Never saw the guy again.
I don’t know if he was trying to break in or what he was planning to do, but I had nightmares about it for weeks. Scared the shit out of me.
9. “i have been watching”
A guy once said to me:
“Wow, your hair grows really fast!”
I replied “no, not really”
He replies “No, it does. I have been watching it.”
10. Creepy Uber Driver
Uber driver told me, “Isn’t it scary that your life is in my hands?”
11. A Polite Conversation Takes A Turn
I was in an elevator with a guy and I was having polite elevator conversation with him until he interrupts my sentence with, “I want to cum on the left side of your face.”
I was walking along the footpath, and another pedestrian, a larger lad, was walking towards me. I made eye contact and gave a tiny smile. He looked grim but not dangerous. The second I passed him he simply said “Goodbye.” I walked a little faster and was only brave enough to look back after about 30 steps. Weirded me out for the rest of the day.
13. “Action Figures”
I was walking with a friend in Fred Meyer (it’s classier than Walmart, my friend says) and we were being nostalgic about how when we were little and how we would collect random things. My friend was talking about hot wheels, and I said ‘I used to collect action figures when I was little.’ And this guy walks past us, looks into my eyes, and says ‘Those are downstairs’ and gives me a smile whilst gesturing toward his testicular area. I’m fourteen. This was two days ago.
14. A Creep In The Corn Maze
A few years ago my wife and I went to a haunted corn maze a couple days before Halloween. We’d been drinking a little bit so we managed to get lost as fuck inside. We had wondered around for about 20 minutes when this weird looking guy starts following us around. We made a turn and ended up at a dead end. When we turn around to find another way the guy was right behind us. Really calmly he looked at both of us and said, “some psycho could come here and kill people, everyone would just think it’s part of the show.” Scared the shit out of us. I have no idea if the guy worked for the maze or what, but we got the fuck out of there by cheating and walking through the walls of the maze.
15. Guy in a hooded robe
It was a hot summer night in 2004, I was 16 and thought I was in love. On this particular night, I was too angst filled to sleep, so I climbed out my window to have a walk around the neighborhood. After a few hours, I decided it was time to head home, and turned around.
I remember looking down at my feet for a minute or two, and then after looking back up, I froze. Standing in front of me in the center of the road was a tall figure in a black hooded robe. The person had the hood up with their back to the light and head slightly lowered so that the hood cast a shadow over their face. In the figures right had was a large staff or walking stick of some sort. Clearly whoever this was, was making an effort to be intimidating. At three in the morning on a mostly dark empty street, it worked. I was scared.
I stood there for what seemed like a long time, wondering if I was about to get beaten or robbed. I decided to run and was getting ready to make my escape when he spoke. “Stop. What are you doing?” He asked.
“Wait, what? Who are you?” I asked, confused that the guy in the black robe thought I was the one up to something shady. He responded by telling me he was the protector of the neighborhood, and he was here to stop crime. I didn’t feel quite so scared anymore. “Oh, well I’m not doing any crime man, I’m just trying to clear my head,” I told him. “Good” he responded.He walked forward and pulled his hood down. I instantly recognized him as a guy who had gone to my school and graduated the year before. I had never spoken to him before then, but I knew of him as one of two guys who were called “the twins”. They both looked and dressed the same every day, although they weren’t related. Shoulder length red hair worn in a braid. Plain black tee shirt, tucked into plain black jeans with a black braided belt and a black trench coat. Also some black fingerless gloves and sunglasses. I saw them most every day, and never without their “uniform”. They stood out, even among the goth or emo kids, and as far as I could tell, didn’t hang out with anyone but each other.
They also acted with a weird dramatic flair. I once saw one of them get off his bike, grab his water bottle (black) get down on one knee, and then hold it about a foot away from his face as most of it splashed into his mouth.
That night on the street though, after he realized I wasn’t a super villain and I realized he wasn’t going to beat me up, we actually had a nice talk. He asked me what was on my mind, and I told him about my girl troubles while he offered bad advice. I told him to keep protecting the neighborhood when we parted ways, and I suppose he took that to heart.
I told a friend about it the next day, and he had a similar late night run in with the guy. Apparently, my friend went to the store around midnight to grab some cake mix (stoner), and saw the guy dressed in a full suit of samurai armor, swords and all, looking at wrestling magazines.
It’s been a long time, but the last I heard, he was arrested for peeking in some woman’s window late one night. Keep on protecting us, buddy.