9. I walk at night in my rural area regularly. I’ve encountered black bears, coyotes, bobcats, angry deer, and everything on down, with no real concern. But the creepiest encounter, was a little black pickup truck with rainbow and unicorn stickers. Bubblegum pop music blaring, and it smelled like cottencandy when it passed me. First time it passed me it swerved to hit me. I jumped out of the way easily. I thought nothing of it really, just figured they were startled by seeing me at night with my reflective gear. The truck circled back and comes at me again. I saw it coming this time and grabbed my dog up just in time to jump into a ditch. I heard little girl laughter, high pitched and maniacal. The tiny truck circled back for a third go at me, but by then I was hiding in my neighbors shrubbery. I watched it slowly drive down the road, hearing giggling as it passed me. Fortunately it kept on going and I made it home just fine.
10. I’m late to the party, but years ago some friends and I were going to have a campfire at a lake late at night, with copious amounts of alcohol. When we got there, we had to drive around a barricade, and one of the cars got stuck in the mud. While trying to get it unstuck, I looked around and made a joke about how we were definitely in the beginning of a horror movie. We all laugh about it. We get the car out and continue to the lake, get all set up, fire is going, music is playing, drinks are flowing, we are having a great time. All of a sudden some random fucking guy comes walking out of the woods with a beer. I get nervous, everyone else tells me I’m being paranoid since I watch a lot of scary movies. They invite him to join us, he ends up sitting next to me (but a few feet away). I go to grab another beer from the cooler, see the hatchet that someone brought and I decide I’m going to hold on to it. I sit back down and this random guy makes some comment about he can see my jugular and wants to bite it. I’m ready to peace tf out, but I of course didn’t drive. A little while later he makes a comment about he should have brought his chain saw. I’m completely alone in thinking this is going to end badly, I move across the fire and closer to the cooler and one of my friends. I set the hatchet next to me, try to ignore the guy and enjoy my night. Fast forward a bit, and the guy is making more weird comments so I reach for the hatchet. It’s gone. I start glancing around, discretely at first, when the guy smiles at me from across the fire and goes “looking for this?” and holds up the hatchet. I said “fuck all of this, I’m leaving” and managed to get one of my friends to leave. The next day everyone said that nothing more happened, but as someone who has seen A LOT of movies, I wasn’t taking any chances. I’m white, but I’m not laugh off a crazy guy with a hatchet white.