17 Extremely Scary ‘Creepy Man’ Stories That Will Scare The Crap Out Of You

Tapping

“When I was around 11, I lived in my parent’s basement and I was awoken one night around 2am by a tapping on my window. The tapping kept going for about 20 minutes and scared the crap out of me. I never opened the blinds to see who had climbed down the ladder to our basement well, but I have always wondered about it since it never happened again.” — Royalty13

The worst customer

“I used to work at a pub chain in Canada, called ‘Elephant & Castle’ and the owners of that particular franchise were absolute dicks who didn’t care about their staff (I’ve since learned that they have been shut down, so that’s something)

On Thursday and Saturday nights in particular it would get pretty rowdy because of hockey and some pretty good happy hour deals. We had this one regular, a pretty huge guy, who would consistently cross boundaries with me. He would try to drag me onto his lap when I was serving him and his buddies; he would grab my ass (even after I straight up yelled at him and even slapped him once.)

I begged my managers and the owners of the pub to ban him, but that didn’t happen. The best they would do was to kick him out if he went “too far” which usually involved him grabbing me in some way. He was always free to return the next day though, because he was a “good” customer.

One Saturday I was on my cigarette break, in the alley beside the bar, when that fucker sneaked up and grabbed me around the waist and started to drag me backwards. I immediately went into fight/flight mode, and smashed my head backwards into his face (ended up breaking his nose pretty badly) and when he dropped me I laid on the ground and kicked up into his groin several times.

When I had a moment to think, and realised who it was who had attacked me, I took my lit cigarette and put it out on his arm. I think I did a fair bit of screaming and I spat on him as well. I was really really angry/afraid and I don’t have a very clear memory of the rest of that night, I guess the bouncers arrived at some point and the cops were called.
The cops came and I gave my statement, the guy got arrested. I quit that job and never returned to that shitty pub. I never got a chance to find out what happened to the guy, or even what his motivations for grabbing me were, because I moved to Scotland a few months later.” — stone_opera

He said he wanted lottery tickets

“An expensive looking car was parked outside a video rental store and as I walked past an old looking man opened the passenger door and held a 500 SEK bill (~$60) and asked if I could go into the video store and buy him some lottery tickets. I complied and he said “Don’t run away with that money now, that happened to me before”. I went into the store, they didn’t have any lottery tickets and I went back to his car and told him the news and handed the money back. He asked me to sit down in the passenger seat and I complied, naïve and gullible as I was. He asked me to close the door but I said no at this point after a bit of deliberation and got out of the car and closed the door. I didn’t think much about this until about 5 years or so later when I realize just how close I was to probably being kidnapped.” — Carlyone

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