tldr: after three nights of feeling uneasy about my bedroom window, i caught someone reaching through the blinds and slammed it shut. my cousin and her husband told me to pray about it, but i called the police. they searched the area and found nothing. the next morning, i found a handprint on the window.

earlier this week, i decided to take an almost 8 hour road trip to visit my cousin and her fiancé in another state. i’ve been to the state before, but never this particular city, so everything was pretty unfamiliar to me. ironically enough, almost half of my drive consisted of listening to true crime podcasts and let’s not meet stories, which makes this whole experience even more unsettling.

when i got to their house, they showed me the guest bedroom, which also doubled as her fiancé’s home gym. it was on the ground floor, which wasn’t necessarily a problem, but the first thing i noticed was the window. the blinds were partially broken and falling apart, leaving little gaps where someone could easily look inside. even during the day, something about that window made me uncomfortable. their backyard was also pretty open, so technically anyone could walk right up to the house. for context, i’m a black woman, and growing up, my family always emphasized being cautious about our surroundings. i don’t care how safe your neighborhood is, we’re locking every door and window because we’re not trying to become a statistic lol.

my cousin assured me that their neighborhood was extremely safe. in fact, when we started discussing crime in the area, she joked that the worst thing she’d heard of happening nearby was someone stealing a piece of candy from a gas station. so i figured i was probably just being paranoid from listening to so much true crime, and i mistakenly let my guard down.

the first night was pretty uneventful, although i definitely struggled to fall asleep. i wear glasses because my vision is terrible, and as embarrassing as it sounds, i’m still somewhat uncomfortable the dark alone, especially in unfamiliar places. being in a new city, sleeping on the ground floor, and having a window with broken blinds was basically a triple threat for me lol. i kept glancing toward the window thinking, “what if someone walks by?” or “what if someone tries to look inside?” eventually, i fell asleep and everything was fine. the second night was fine too. both nights, i’d left the window slightly open because the house was pretty warm, and the cool evening breeze felt amazing.

by the third and final night, though, something just felt different. her husband and i spent part of the day watching and discussing true crime talking about crazy stories, and i remember thinking that i seriously needed to give myself a break from these stories because i was starting to freak myself out. earlier that day, before we left the house, i actually closed and locked the window, and i remember thinking to myself that if someone ever tried to climb through it, they’d probably knock something over in the cluttered home gym and i’d hear them. again, just random thoughts i was having because i was being hypervigilant.

when we got back that evening, the house was still pretty warm despite the ac running, so i decided to open the window again. i got ready for bed, turned the lights off, and tried to fall asleep, but for whatever reason, i just couldn’t. i tossed and turned for almost three hours, and i felt like i was being watched. i kept thinking about closing the window, but the room was so warm that i convinced myself to leave it alone. at one point, i even considered sleeping with my phone flashlight on because i was so uncomfortable, but then i remembered that with the broken blinds, having any light on would make it even easier for someone outside to see directly into the room.

eventually, i gave up trying to sleep and started doom scrolling. i was on tiktok for a little bit before switching over to amazon to look at halloween costumes. maybe five minutes into scrolling, i heard rustling coming from the bushes directly outside my window. initially, i didn’t think much of it. i figured it was probably the wind or a squirrel moving around. but then i heard it again, except this time it was louder.

i was lying with my back facing the window, and something in me told me to stop what i was doing and actually listen. i put my phone facedown to eliminate any light coming from the screen and just laid there quietly. the rustling continued, except now it sounded like something was moving closer to the window. my heart immediately started racing. i slowly turned around to face it, and although it was dark outside, there was just enough light for me to make out shadows.

that’s when i saw it. the silhouette of a person standing directly outside my bedroom window.

i cannot even begin to explain the feeling that came over me. my heart was literally in my throat. i kept trying to convince myself that my eyes were playing tricks on me, that maybe i was just seeing shadows from the bushes, and that all these scary stories were finally getting to my head. I continued to try to lay perfectly still, and just listen, trying to make out any sounds or movements. but then i heard something that made my stomach drop into my ass.

the blinds started moving.

not the bushes. the actual blinds on the window.
i immediately reached over to grab my glasses, which were sitting on a weight beside the bed. in the process, i was trying to do so very quietly so i could potentially catch this person in the act and get a look at their face. but of course, like in every horror movie ever, i accidentally knocked over my hydro flask, which made a ridiculously loud metallic bang when it hit the weight. at that point, i knew whoever was outside had probably heard me. i quickly threw my glasses on, looked toward the window, and there it was. a HUMAN HAND reaching through the blinds.

i didn’t scream. i didn’t even think. i immediately jumped out of bed and slammed the window shut in hopes to maybe catch their hand. i slammed the window so hard that i actually broke one of my nails off completely. as soon as it closed, i heard someone rustling out of the bushes to run away.

i ran upstairs and started banging on my cousin’s bedroom door, frantically trying to explain what had just happened. they were so deeply asleep that it took them almost five minutes to even answer the door. i was absolutely terrified and refused to go back into that bedroom. i ended up spending the rest of the night in the living room, falling in and out of sleep until around 3 am, just waiting for the sun to come up. part of me wanted to pack my things and leave immediately, but i knew driving several hours in the middle of the night while terrified and exhausted probably wasn’t the smartest idea.

the next morning, while packing up my things, i actually started questioning myself again. i kept thinking, “what if i really was just being paranoid? what if all those podcasts finally got to me and my mind was playing tricks on me?” so i decided to look at the window in daylight, specifically to see what someone standing outside would’ve been able to see if they were looking into the room.

and that’s when i noticed scratches through the dust on the window and a handprint. i genuinely felt sick.

i still have absolutely no idea whether this person was trying to break into the house or if they were some creep trying to watch me sleep. i don’t know how long they were standing there, whether they’d noticed me sleeping in that room the previous nights, or what their intentions were. and honestly, i don’t think i ever want to know.

what really gets me is how many times throughout those three days i had this weird feeling about that exact window. i kept telling myself i was being paranoid, that i needed to stop consuming so much true crime, and that nothing was going to happen because the neighborhood was supposedly so safe. but on the one night i genuinely could not fall asleep, something actually happened.

i’m a VERY deep sleeper. once i’m out, i’m out. had i fallen asleep that night, i genuinely don’t think i would’ve heard anything. and had i not been there at all, who knows what could’ve happened to my cousin and her fiancé? they were sleeping so deeply upstairs that they couldn’t even hear me frantically banging on their door for several minutes. the thought of someone potentially getting inside and moving around downstairs without anyone noticing absolutely terrifies me.

i know some people might think i’m being dramatic, but i genuinely feel like the universe was looking out for me that night. between not being able to sleep, constantly feeling uneasy, and deciding to put my phone down and actually listen to what was happening outside, i feel incredibly lucky. i don’t know whether it was intuition, hypervigilance, or just sheer coincidence, but i’m so grateful i was awake.

and something else i’ve been struggling with is this overwhelming feeling of being violated. it’s honestly such a strange feeling to explain because technically nobody touched me, and i don’t even know if this person actually saw me. but your bedroom is supposed to be the one place where you can completely let your guard down. it’s where you sleep, change your clothes, and exist in your most vulnerable state. the thought of some random person standing inches away from where i was lying, potentially watching me or trying to get inside, makes my skin crawl. i keep replaying the entire situation in my head, especially the moment i saw that hand, and wondering what would’ve happened if i hadn’t been awake to slam the window shut.
needless to say, this was probably one of the scariest things i’ve ever experienced on my own, and i don’t think i’ll ever feel comfortable sleeping with an open ground-floor window again.

and to whoever was standing outside my bedroom window that night, let’s please, PLEASE not meet again.

This was in the mid-90s and I was about 18/19. In those days, no internet, no cell phones.

I was out of high school and didn't have a car so I would walk everywhere ( good way to stay in shape lol). One evening I was walking home (alone) from being at a friend's house earlier.

A car pulls over and its a very sexy good looking, muscular guy probably in his mid to late 20s. I was a shy girl, plus I had a boyfriend, so I did not flirt - I just noticed he was hot but kept it to myself. He gives me a ride home- so now he knows where I live. We did not exchange numbers, so I had no expectation of seeing him again.

There is a Walmart like 4 blocks from my house & I oftened walked to it a few times a week to shop. A few days or weeks later, I see this guy at the store. This time he introduces himself and we exchange numbers and he asks me out. Im on a break with boyfriend and I think this guy is hot ( even though Im shy) so I agree. He says he remembers where I live, so he will pick me up.

He picks me up to hangout ( or like a 1st date) a few days later. Its pretty uneventful we just went to a park to walk & talk & drink a beer. We kiss but don't heavily make out. But since Im aloof I feel like he kept coming on stronger & stronger- trying to get me to see him again.

That was the era of long phone conversations (on the home landline) since we didn't have texting or personal phones. He would call me all the time ( trying to get a 2nd date) and we would talk a long time. I was kind of disinterested because IDK there was something that felt off or I was distrustful. So I avoided meeting up with him again, but I didn't know how to get him to stop pursing & calling me.

Then he called and said let's go run away to Seattle ( about 4 hours drive away from where we lived). We have to leave now he says. He's packed and ready and wants to pick me up now or by tomorrow morning to go. Leaving me to make an instant decision with no time to think. I said no & he kept persistently begging, saying he has cancer and needs to move up there for treatment ( to live with his brother up there). He insists I go with him,saying im 18 and can make my own decisions. Im not doing anything but living with my parents. I told him thats wild talk because we hardly know each other. He insists he is strongly attached to me ( likes me a lot) and Im the most beautiful woman he has ever seen yada yada. The whole thing is crazy so I firmly say no and tell him Im getting back with my boyfriend and not to call anymore.

I had a part time job at the local jail as the commissary delivery girl. They warned me that cell block D was for serious offenders - rapists & murderers on the way to prision - so be aware of that. I had to wear no makeup and was told to make minimal eye contact & very brief interactions.

A few months go by since the Seattle phone call & guess who I see in cell block D? Yep! I asked the guards what he was in for & they said rape & murder! He comes up to the window and tells me its all a big mistake.

Im shocked but Im glad I dodged a bullet -- something was always off about him but I never consciously knew what. Maybe it was his desperation to get me to run away with him - he was always strong and persistent about getting me to go off with him.

Fast forward like 5 years later. Ive moved out of the area, out of my parents house and am now married with a child ( early 2000s). My parents tell me so & so called for you, so they gave him my new number. He calls me! Tells me he's out- it was all a big mistake and anyway he wants to see me. Saying he always thought about me through all the years. He didn't want to call or write to me because he didn't want my parents to see it was from prison ( I nevertold my parents about him). I tell him I'm married and have a kid now and live 3 states over. That still didn't deter him - he kept droning on & on about how there was something about me that he couldn't forget and he really really wanted us to be together. I told him to never call me again -- and fortunately I never heard from him since.

The whole thing was bizarre! I think I escaped a potential rape & murder. Otherwise I don't know why he was so weirdly and feircly attached to me for years when we only went on 1 date!

Hey Reddit, so this happened to me some years ago when I was in middle school, but I still think about it today, because it’s really weird. So I (16F now, then I think 12) was waiting at my bus stop in the morning and my bus was late. I saw an older man looking to be around 60-70 year old walking his dogs, which were two corgis. This is important for later. He was walking down the sidewalk I was at, and one of the dogs stopped by me and started sniffing my leg, probably since I had a piece of gum in my pocket. We make small talk, talking about the cold ass weather and his dogs, and he let me pet them too. He was very nice, and after a couple minutes he went on his way, saying bye and to have a good day at school(not weird that he said that because I had my backpack on). I noticed that he turned to walk down where my coldesac where I lived, and then my bus arrived. I got on and when we drove by, passing my coldesac, the man had disappeared. I didnt think much of it of course, as I was a 12 year old with a short attention span and severe ADHD(now diagnosed but then not), so I went along with my day and totally forgot about it. Then I went home after school and my mom asked me how my day was. I told her about school, and then remembered the old man and told her about him and his dogs. My mom then said something along the lines of “thats weird, I didn‘t see anyone walking their dogs down here“. I was a little weirded out. I asked her if she was sure, and she said yeah. For background, she sometimes works from home, and her home office has big windows that show the coldesac, so it was really weird that she didn‘t see him. What was also weird was that I had never seen him before that day. Ive hung out outside with my younger brother and his neighborhood friends, and all of my neighbors have big dogs, usually golden retrievers or yellow labs, never any small dogs. The next day my bus was late again, and again I saw the man walking down the same sidewalk with his two corgis. He saw me and said hi again, asking how my day was going, saying that the dogs missed me and stuff. I talked to him too, and then decided to ask him something. I asked, “I saw you walking down that coldesac over there. Do you usually walk your dogs down that way, or do you like to try a new path every time?”. He replied, “yeah, I always walk the two fellas down and around there. They never wanna go anywhere else haha!”. I felt confused and a little scared now. Now I was 12 and a little stupid, so I said, “huh, that’s weird, I’ve never seen you down there when I play with my friends on the weekends“. I didn’t wanna say that I lived there of course, just in case he was dangerous. I was stupid, but not that stupid lol. His friendly smile then suddenly dropped, and he became very serious. It scared me. He then talked in a much lower voice, saying “Bye Aria(not my real name, but he did use my real name when saying this), have a good day”, and then left down the same way towards The coldesac. I had never told him my name. I was spooked and just went on the bus that just arrived then like 5 seconds after, and texted my mom asking her to look outside and see if she sees him, because I didnt get a chance to look since I was a little scared to. She looked outside, but she didn’t see anyone at all. After that day, I haven’t seen him ever again, except for one time a couple days after that day where I thought I saw him walking outside during the night, but when I looked again he looked to be much taller, like eerily tall, but it was the same exact dogs from before. After that, I’ve seen him again. I’m no schizophrenic, I didn’t have a gas leak in my house at the time, and there was no carbon monoxide poisoning in my house at all either. It was just a very creepy experience, and sometimes I still wonder if I’ll ever see him again, but then again, I‘m a bit glad to have not.

Yesterday this creepy dingy looking man parked in front of my house.

My ring notified me and I walked to the front door and opened it. He immediately starts by saying I would like to ask you some survey questions... Who are you going to vote for in the senate? He was trying to look like he was reading questions from his phone.

But then it dawned on me. He was recording me. I said I don't talk politics and closed the door. As I was closing it, he said to me: I guess I will have to put you down as refused and he said my first name!!

He then went back to his car and left. He didn't go to any other houses. Now I am freaking out. I let my ring subscription lapse because I live in a small town and nothing ever happens here, lesson learned. Well at least he thinks I have a video of him. Guess I will just have to be hyper aware of my surroundings for a while.

When I was about 13/14 I used to spend summers at my aunt's house while my mom worked. I often road my bike around her neighborhood by myself. One day I wanted to go to a playground that was nearby. I'd been there before with my aunt and knew how to get there. She was making dinner and told me I could go by myself and she'd meet me there in a few minutes when she was done.

So I left and road my bike to the park. Got there easily and parked my bike near the swing set and hopped on a swing and started swinging. The swing set was down a small hill from the parking lot where I'd entered. After a little while I noticed an older man in the parking lot. He was near a picnic table and he saw me too. He started walking down the path towards me and I don't know it just didn't feel right. I got up and jumped on my bike and started riding it away from the man and the parking lot.

This park had a large open field for playing sports and a paved path around it all that looped back to the parking lot. My plan was simple, ride the path around the loop, get back to the parking lot, and leave. As I'm nearing the parking lot from the other side I notice he's turned around and is in the parking lot again, blocking my escape.

At this point I'm freaking out. I turn around and head to the exact opposite side of this large circle so I'm as far from the parking lot as I can be. I sit there and wait. He starts walking towards me again, taking the path. Once I think he's close enough to me from one side, I take off in the opposite direction as fast as I can just trying to make it to the parking lot.

I was a kid and I was scared so I didn't wait very long or let him get very close before I started booking it. He was actually so far away that he made it to the parking lot at about the same time I did even though I was on a bike and I only just barely made it past him. I rode as fast as I could back to my aunt's house but I met her on the road not far from the park.

I think I told her what happened but to me she seemed unconcerned. She suggested still going to the park and I agreed and we went back together. It could only have been a few minutes later that we returned to the park and the man was nowhere to be found.

This still haunts me because if he had no ill intention why did he keep coming for me when it was obvious I wanted nothing to do with him? If he was simply taking a walk around the park and wasn't even trying to talk to me (or worse) why did he keep turning around and blocking my path?

Okay so i was walking from station. I was inside the tunnel station. Then i see a man he looks at the train board. From there i just knew " yeah something's wrong with him. " I was walking slowly but surely so that I don't look too alarming. I walk. I look behind me i see he walks. I retrieve my phone and he's walking next to me watching me retrieve my phone we make eye contact for like 5 seconds before I look back at my phone. He still looks at me Infront of me while i am watching my phone not paying attention to him. He looks So long i thought he was gonna snatch my phone and run away.

Then he continues walking. A train controller walks by and he's basically arguing with the train controller while the train controller walks? Like he's arguing with himself? Like idk what he was doing honestly.

I call my mom and dad. At first they didn't answer so i was stressing. I see he stops to let a car pass. I stop too but further from him. I was thinking of going another way to my house but i immediately thought that its too isolated and if something happened and he was really following me i would be alone and helpless. So i take the sidewalk across from where he was or else i had to walk next to him.

My dad answers finally. I put him on speaker and talk super loud saying " Hey! I am in [ city]. " Because he was really just standing there looking. Idk if it was my imagination but i felt like he wanted to cross the road but because he heard it he stopped? This really might be my imagination because it was like he wanted to take a step but the moment i talked loud he halted. But it was a nanosecond so i could be overthinking it.

I kept telling my dad " stay on the phone " because he wanted to call my mom to pick me. The problem is idk if he spoke french or dutch so i was hesitant to tell him someone was following me since he could hear so i waited just told my dad. " Stay on the phone. Please don't hang up. " He said okay then i said that someone might be following me he also became alterted. I told him to stay on the phone until i am at school. Because At this point i decided to go to my old school and not home incase he did follow me and wait for my mom.

He stays there for a while waiting and watching while i am on the phone. I walk, i cross and go on the sidewalk he was in since that's where my school was but he wasn't behind me because I look on the street mirror luckily I don't see him i take this sign to walk faster.

I see an old teacher. I warn her saying " there's a weird guy please be careful. " Then she asks if everything is okay if he talked to me i just say what happened she says go to the school. my school where i went to is like 2 minutes from my house. I see him coming i tell here " he's here " we part ways. I walk faster I don't even look behind me. I immediately ring my school. I didn't see him come. I enter my school and wait for my mom. And my mom came.

I am literally shaking because idk if i was imagining it or not?

This might gonna take a while, but I want to share my story of an acquaintance I made around June/July who ended up breaking my ankle because he can not get a girl since he was 20.

So, I am 27m and currently at university studying so I had a lot of freetime this summer and I live in a small town in western Europe so I decided to go drinking once or twice a week to the local bars. I met all sorts of people but one guy, let's call him Peter (not real name) was not very liked by the other regulars there and I did not get why. I was the only one not being weird to him. He is big, Like 1,80 and visibly trained, he told me he weighs 110 kg once. I also do strength training and am around his size but with a little more body fat at 107kg because I drank regularly back then. We bonded over common interests. He seemed rather normal, so I was confused as to why the others treated him so cold hearted, like they would not say 'go away' or such but turn passive when he attempted to talk to them.

It got to the point where people would come up to me and say things like 'hey we noticed you talk a lot with Peter' or '...do you know him? Do you guys train together?'. I thought it was weird, but whatever. Guy was friendly to me. However, first red flags started to show. I noticed that his relationships to women are rather questionable. When he got drunk he told stories that were so obvius lies, it is kind of insane to believe anyone would ever believe them. According to him (when dunk), he had s.. every week, almost every day, with women in his car for at least 3 hours/session and those women were not normal women but women like russian oligarchs or adult movie stars... I was like, yea right, but whatever. Guy is drunk, it did say dumb stuff when drunk. And probably lonely. Kind of felt bad.

However, once he told me something different. He told me when he was around 40, so almost 10 years ago, was when he fell in love for the last time with a woman. He messed up by obsessing (I learned that he ist very obsessive and compulsive, but we come to that) over her and it got to the point where he stalked her until she caught him almost in front of her house. He told me though he knows it was wrong and dumb. I was like, yea, 10 years ago and he regrets it, still I slowly began to see and dive into his dark side.

I then learned people do not like to be with him because he is obsessive, compulsive and holds grudges... Forever. His nephew took his own life this april and he told me. I did not believe him back then (though I learned it was 100% true down the line). I acted like I believed it though back then. He also told another guy, who told him 'Yea, but if he did not want to live it is none of your business'. He beat this guy up after and got banned from the pub. He to this day stalks the waiter who banned him and flips him off from inside the car when he drives by. Right then and there was a turning point in his behaviour.

He had my number because we watched movies together before at the cinema. I ignored him at first but I knew I would bump into him anyways. I am the only guy that really talked to him regularly, he seemed to like me. He even treated me differently but I was getting tired because the Drama he instigated and he would vent a lot. Especially about girls. I started to realize that this dude was not just a little conservative in his views but full blown redpilled incel when he told me women should not be allowed to work, get tattoos, should know their place and should know that they are ugly once they turn 40. Mind you, he does not even get the idea of different people having different tastes. Like he does not get the concept that their even might be people that like older women because of his 'experience'. Because of his 'experience' he also knows more about psychology than the waitress inside who has a master's degree in psychology btw.

One day around 6 weeks ago i went out with my friends. There were 2 girls with us our age and 3 guys in total. Guess who also was there, Peter of course. We sit down and he comes around, gravitated towards the girls like a fly. He sit with us because 'we were buddies'. At this point I was very weirded out about his life. He told me a lot more concerning stuff on the phone and I got tired of him. But I thought yea whatever. He ignored all the guys at the table for the most part and talked to the girls. Whatever. He actually was normal, no sign of misogynie whatsoever. I warned one of the other guys though. He annoyed the girls so much though that one wrote me a message that he should go away because he was talking non stop. I decided to ask him to go smoke outside to tell him politely to let us alone for tonight.

He did not take it well. He was like 'I am talking to girls for once in a long time and now you gotta ruin it' and something among the lines of that he always wanted to be a father and women and society would not let him. He turned full on enraged and started pushing me, i punched him once after that he pushed me so hard that i fell on my ankle and it completely broke (Weber B fracture with syndesmosis tear). He actually was sorry about it and actually did first aid on me (He was a nurse but neet for a long time) til ambulance arrived while he was also crying. Next day he called me to apologize and cry more, he knows he has anger issues and a lot of his past that explained a lot, but I was like dude... Just leave me tf alone.

So here I am, still in a cast but in 5 days I relearn to walk again. Cannot sleep so I decided to share.

I had a note on my apartment door a few years ago, saying maintenance would have to come in the next morning and to leave it unlocked. It had the building logo on it so I almost believed it.

However my neighbor didn't have one so I called the office. They said nobody had booked for maintenance.

They looked at the hallway camera. Some random guy I’d never seen put the note there at 6:12 p.m. Then he sat in the stairwell for almost two hours watching my door.

He had gone about five minutes when I got home.

I’m also on the 4th floor. Super creepy stuff.

I’m 20F and I was walking home today from college and it was already dark because my classes end late.

A car full of guys all wearing white shirts about my age slowed their pace and started whistling at me, about 8 people maybe. At first I didn’t understand and when there was whistling over and over again I looked back they were making sexual gestures to me nonstop. A whole suv full of guys and me just alone on the walkway going home. Ik how I look to others when I have my bag pack on. I look like a high schooler at most 16 years old. They had the audacity to follow me a whole block and basically catcall and harass me for no reason. I feel so fucking uncomfortable now and I don’t feel safe walking home already because of random catcalls. This time because it’s a whole group and a car I feel like all lines were crossed for me. I felt like crying and when I got home I did. They kept trying to speak to me but I kept ignoring then they all laughed and sped off.

It was a specific group of people who already get away with everything they do. Think about that whatever you want. I couldn’t have been able to fight them or talk back even if I wanted to. It’s always college guys that get away with writing an essay. I hate this world.

I late 20s f. My neighbour 60ish plus m.

TLDR: neighbour makes me uncomfortable anytime he is around and forces us to interact constantly to the point I can't use our own garden.

I have a neighbour who is pretty much constantly in the street trying to interact with people. He stops dog walkers, cars, walkers anyone he can.

However sometimes I can't tell is he just an overly sociable guy who can't really seem to read the room or do I need to take any steps around safety with him.

I started to worry a few years ago when I caught him watching me though the back window of our house, this window is only accessible through our garden so he was in our garden to see me (we have a middle height fence he had climbed to get in). It really badly spooked me and I ran into the other room where he couldn't see. He then knocked on the door several times but I was too scared to answer. The next time me and my partner saw him after this he was very defensive and kept saying 'neighborhood watch' whatever that means and said he thought someone had broken into our house. But his weird tone and defensiveness made me feel like he knew he'd really crossed a line and I can't even describe my gut feeling in that moment I felt so violated being watched without realizing even though I was in normal clothes just doing normal cooking and things in the kitchen.

I haven't caught him since but we have since gotten heavy curtains that I mostly keep shut.

The other weird thing is that he wears, I don't know the term even, man thongs in summer, he is as close to naked as really possible and he will try to make conversation with me when he's like that. It makes me extremely uncomfortable and I try very hard to not interact when he's dressed this was as I feel it's inappropriate.

I've also noticed he will do things like for example when I walk the dog and deliberately blank him or choose a route to avoid him, he will suddenly have positioned himself somewhere else along the route to force conversation. He has also literally followed us down the road before to force us to talk when I don't want to. I have a reactive dog so his behavior is honestly a nightmare my dog barks like crazy at him in particular and he goes out of his way to get a reaction out of my dog.

He also sometimes sits facing directly at the path I have to take to get to my house, for context he has a large garden and it really bugs me when he sits like that because he is directly facing my front door like literally at the edge of his property facing my house.

He is pretty much always hanging around somewhere it honestly puts me on edge knowing he'll 'just happen' to come around the corner every time I leave the house.

Unfortunately he also does this in the back garden which means it feels like he's watching for comings and goings no matter where you go.

I was excited to move to a house with a small garden but I don't even use it because he is 100% guaranteed to come stare at me over the fence. It's such a shame because if love some relaxing outdoor space but I feel so on edge waiting for him to show up. He is 100% the type to kick off and say it's a violation if we put a high fence up as it would shade a tiny bit of his garden but I don't know if we are able to just do it anyway. I tried growing a climbing plant on our side of the fence which keeps mysteriously not doing so well. Maybe it's in my head but I think he is secretly spraying it with something or cutting it when we're not home.

Also he doesn't even live alone he has a family which for me makes this so much weirder he never seems to want to hangout with them and whenever I've tried to speak to his lovely wife he speaks over her so I don't get the impression she is like kicking him out the house and that's why he's outside all the time.

So my question is:

A.) do you think he is a threat to safety and if so what steps do I take?

B.) is there a way I can make the garden more private or unwelcoming to him so I can actually use it?

I (18F) stopped at a supermarket on my way home from work the other day. When I was walking back over to my car I noticed a man, large, i’d assume around late 50s, stood next to what i assumed was his vehicle, not really doing anything just stood there staring at me, We made some uncomfortable eye contact for a few seconds before i looked away, and got into my car as fast as i could. I remembered seeing him down a few isles i’d been in while i was in the shop, but hadn’t thought much of it.

I locked my doors and tried to forget about it, i’m kind of a paranoid person so i have to teach myself to not get so stressed out over just a “creepy vibe”. I stayed in my car for several minutes, just shuffling my playlist and getting my maps sorted ready to drive home.

The carpark was a multi-story (this is important) and the exit was on the lower floor, there IS an entrance to the supermarket on this floor but the one upstairs is much more convenient/closer. having pretty much forgotten about this weird guy now, i started to drive down to the lower level to exit the carpark. when i reached the lower level, i noticed the same car parked by itself with the engine on right nearby the queue to exit, with the same man stood next to it, just watching the carpark, we made eye contact once more through my windshield.

immediately i thought this was weird now because i had JUST seen him parked and stood near my car on the upper floor, why move his car again to the lower level and park up/not leave when he was right next to the supermarket entrance before?

Trying to shake off my anxiety I told myself he must be having some kind of mechanical trouble.
this was until i spotted him in my rearview mirror getting into his car and joining the queue directly behind mine. This was wayyyy too many coincidences for me, so I started to panic.

It was late and dark and i really needed to get home and didn’t want to play the “am i definitely being followed” game, so at the first chance i got i slammed my foot on the gas pedal right before some traffic lights on the entrance to a ring road went red. managed to weave my way through traffic and successfully lose his car, after he was forced to stop by the lights.

It’s a few days later now and all i can think is why was he stood next to his car twice instead of being in it?? the only thing i can think of is that he might have spotted me beforehand and wanted to see which car i got into/ ensure he didn’t miss me. i don’t know if i’m jumping to conclusions here or what, but i was really creeped out and still am.

EDIT:
Thanks so much for the support on this post. I genuinely wasn’t sure if i read too deeply into this situation or not, since my boyfriend seemed to think i was being a bit dramatic. anyway, will absolutely continue trusting my intuition in future. thanks again :)

I am a 17 year old female, and completely understand how when stories like this come from teens they’re extremely easy to look at as fake. But on everything I swear I wish this was fake.

I live in a two story home with my dad, mom, and my brother. Our town is fairly small but is growing in the upcoming years. This particular day I was going in late to school after not feeling well, I was in my room getting dressed when I heard some noises coming from beneath my floorboards. But our neighborhood is notorious for having cats and we’ve even found them under the house before so I shook it off as some cats moving around down there and kept getting ready.

I went out to my car and started it up while texting one of my friends I was on the way to school, there was a man outside of our home who came up to my car and explained that he was a man my mom had hired to go into our crawl space and clean it up a little bit, which probably explained the noise I had heard before. But since I’m smarter and had seen way too many horror movies I called my mom to make sure this was the truth to which she confirmed. After this he asked me to come over to the door to the crawl space, still I was a little uneasy but since I was the only one home I figured it was important to see what he wanted so I could tell my parents.

He brought me over to the small door that led under our house and picked up a rusty old switchblade that laid just in the grass beside the open door. He told me he had found it while underneath our house and had also heard some noises. I immediately responded confused since he was so vague “like a person??” And he replied he wasn’t sure. But he had gone to his truck to get some rat repellent since he thought it was maybe a rat and when he came back to the door there was insulation from the inside spread across the yard like someone tried to run. He asked me if he could look under the house to which of course I replied that of course he could.

He went under the house and I waited outside I’m not even joking with a baseball bat saying I had his back jokingly. He went underneath and when he came back out he dusted himself off before telling me there was like old clothes, blankets, and even food wrappers hidden in the insulation. So you can imagine I immediately called the police. About 10 minutes later the police showed up and we explained the situation. They looked under our house and during this time I also called my mom though she didn’t answer. I called my dad who picked up and he drove home from his work to be with me and the police. A short summary we were super uneasy but I kid you not the police told us there was probably nothing to worry about and it was maybe a homeless person who crept in because of the cold. They advised us to keep the door locked and call again if we heard another noise.

My dad grew angry at me for calling the police over something so simple but the worker who was still there at our house tried to tell him even he was worried, and would’ve done the same thing. I think it is also worth mentioning in our house there is a hatch that leads under the house to the crawl space, the old owners had informed us of when we moved in a couple years ago. It just so happens that hatch is underneath the carpet in my closet. The nights that followed after that I slept in the living room and even slept over with my brother some nights upstairs in his room.

However, the story does not end there. Last night I came downstairs to my kitchen to get a drink when I felt the unease of someone watching me, it was dark due to my sneakiness of not wanting to wake my parents and I turn around to the kitchen window to look outside and make eye contact with someone peaking over the ledge in the dark. It looked like a man who stared wide eyed before quickly ducking down and running away from the window. I froze and couldn’t help but start crying in fear thinking some how this man would get inside. I ran back to get my parents shaking them awake to which my dad went outside with his pistol to look. He came back in and I was standing with my brother and mom in the kitchen and my dad informed us to call the police again. My mom asked why and my dad responded saying the crawl space hatch was open and the lock had been broken off of it. The police arrived and again told us there was nothing to worry about and to go back inside and keep our doors locked and again told us to call if we feel threatened.

Edit: This morning we’ve all woken up scared and unsure what to do, nobody seems to
Listen to us and we’re scared to sleep here

Edit 2: hey everyone thank you so much for all of the requests I didn’t expect so many people to see this. As an update the police came by last night and ensured us we weren’t in any legitimate danger and claimed “well if he wanted to harm your family in anyway he probably would’ve already attempted it.” Which we don’t feel comfortable with. As for the hatch in my closet, when we moved in we carpeted most of the entire house so the hatch got carpet placed over it. However, I did get to see where the hatch was before it was covered. So after seeing some of the comments I went inside the closet to see if there was anything I could place over the ground where I knew the hatch was underneath to stop it from opening. I was busy cleaning up some dirty clothes out of the closet to see clearly and when I scooted into the corner I practically froze. There was a part of the carpet that looked like it had been partially ripped or cut away from the ground in the corner. For now I have a heavy safe laying on top
Of the hatch and my dad say he might peel back the carpet tomorrow to either seal it up or peak underneath the house. But for now we have cameras set up at our doorbells and I believe my dad is setting up a couple cheeper ones outside to watch what happens. I’m worried to get through the night but there is nowhere else we can afford to go right now. Whoever is underneath the house, please just leave us alone.

I work in marketing/sales for a home improvement company with a central office that’s located about an hour north of where I live. Thankfully, I don’t frequently have to venture that way except for when I work events and need to drop off the display afterwards. This was one of the weekends I worked an event, however, so I needed to get everything back to its rightful spot by Monday morning. It’s especially inconvenient because my car is currently out of commission due to the engine overheating. But I live with a good friend who recently became something more, and he was willing to cart my helpless ass to the main office to offload the stuff. We’ll call this fellow Greg (32M).

Greg and I were already having a sort of strange night. The vibes were off from the jump because I’ve been going through a lot of turmoil in my personal life. By the time I’d finished up everything at the office and was ready to leave, it was close to midnight, and when Greg set his GPS to get us home, he saw that a rather large accident had occurred on the main highway we had to take. We agreed that it might be kind of fun to take the backroads, so we found an alternate route back home.

The ride was not without its share of weird events. Even before we left the office, we noticed a cop circling the outside suspiciously. At one point on the road, we passed what appeared to be a very small airport with an unsettling lone beacon cutting into the thick fog. On two occasions, we came close to hitting deer. All of these things contributed to the eerie feeling that was following us, but nothing could prepare us for what we saw toward the end of our journey.

We were finally coming up on the relatively populous college town we live in, but we had just a few more miles of cornfields before civilization. We were chatting about something when I looked up and saw a figure moving in the road. It was not a deer this time. This was a grown man who had just emerged from the fog and was running in the direction of our car. Greg, a literal saint on earth, slowed down for a millisecond with the intent to be the Good Samaritan in this situation. Normally, I would do the same. But that millisecond he slowed was all the time it took for my instincts to kick in. I will never forget the demented, deranged expression on that man’s face. Something told me to get the fuck out of there, IMMEDIATELY. I screamed at Greg to keep going, and we managed to make it to town a few minutes later. But we were both shook for the whole rest of the car ride.

Now that I’m safe at home, I realize this man was probably on some kind of drug or was otherwise unwell in some way, but I’m glad we didn’t stop to find out. The way he was running was incredibly unsettling, and his disturbed look told me we made the right call in getting out of there ASAP. I’m getting chills just typing this out. I hope he gets the help he needs, whatever that looks like, but man, running into the road toward unsuspecting cars in the middle of the night is not the way to get it. Next time, I think we’ll just brave the highway.

I live in a tiny student residence where the rooms are very small. Due to both the size of the rooms and the rules of the residence, everyone in this building lives alone, so it’s usually pretty quiet, especially late at night.

This happened this past weekend, between Saturday and Sunday night around 1:20 AM. I was in my room with my noise-canceling headphones on. Out of nowhere, I noticed a flag, which is pinned to the wall, moving around. At first, I thought I hadn't closed my window properly and it was just the wind, but the window was completely shut.

I took my headphones off to figure out what was going on, and that's when I heard it: loud, heavy knocking. The flag was moving because the wall itself was vibrating from the force of the hits.

Someone was relentlessly pounding on my next-door neighbor's door.

I quietly crept over to my door and looked through the peephole. Because of the angle of the hallway, I couldn't see his face, but I could clearly see a tall man standing there wearing what looked like dark coat.

I immediately turned off my room lights so he wouldn't see the glow from under my door and realize I was awake. I went to my kitchenette, grabbed a knife just in case, and stood in the dark waiting.

This went on for 30 continuous minutes. It was incredibly unsettling standing in complete darkness in such a tiny room, listening to a stranger violently pound on the door right next to mine.

Eventually, for no apparent reason, he just stopped and left. I have no idea who he was, what he wanted, or why he spent half an hour trying to get into a student room in the middle of the night. Thankfully nothing happened, but it was creepy asf.

First of all, this is a real story that happened to me about 3 years ago, I told this story to quite a bunch of people but most laugh it off thinking it was just a figment of my imagination but I am very certain it wasn’t since I have seen it with my own eyes and I was entirely awake, sober and not inebriated in any way. 

So basically one night I visited an old friend of mine in the evening. She lives a bit away, bad to reach by public transport at night (in particular, the bus I’d have to take to get back to my place comes very inconsistently and there is none past like 8pm). My parents both took our cars and since that was shortly before I was able to by my own motorcycle I decided to use the electric scooter I owned(it’s a ninebot scooter, similar to the lime scooters, max speed is 20mph). That scooter when fully charged has just enough range to go to her place and back. It was around a 30 min ride each way. 

I never liked being on the main road going that slow on a scooter with cars overtaking you all the time and stuff so I used the benefit of being able to drive through smaller roads/paths (like a bicycle can) which you couldn’t normally drive on with a motor vehicle. In particular for that way, I could take a shorter (by air distance) path that goes straight through the woods and some smaller residential streets.

Anyway, to get to the story, on my way back it was getting later than I thought (it was around 3 am in the summer), yet since the scooter had a headlight I decided to take the same way back home. The last 5-10 minutes of my ride goes quite deep through these woods. To paint a clearer picture, the road there is wide and not just a gravel/hiking path but an asphalt road a car can drive on (some hunters use it on occasion) but there is a waist high gate at the start (or on my way back, end) of the road that can be lifted up to let cars go through but it is usually closed with just a small gap at the side of it for hikers and bicycles (or me on the scooter) to pass. So I could go the full 20mph there even with just my headlights lighting the way. In the night it is PITCH BLACK there with tall dense trees and bushes completely surrounding it. 

About 15 seconds before exiting the woods and entering the lit residential street I heard something moving through the undergrowth ahead of me so I slowed down a little bit because I thought of not possibly hitting a deer but then my headlights lit up something I’ll never forget. Coming into view right beside the road, a small hill going up with thick undergrowth/bushes, was a MAN ON ALL FOURS. Like in a bear crawl like stance. His arms were outstretched and both hands and feet touched the ground with the knees slightly lifted and upper body and hips in the air. He had a long white t shirt on which reflected my headlights the most. He had NO pants on (idk if he had underwear or not). He was bald, a little bit heavier set and looked to be in his mid to late 50s. 

When he came into view he was still just for a brief second turning his head straight at me before very quickly crawling (moving on all fours like an animal) up the hill into the bushes disappearing. I can still hear the bushes rustling right next to me as I flew by. My mind literally froze for a few seconds and internally I was scared shitless. I, immediately, as soon as I saw him looking at me hit the accelerator as hard as I could. I pressed my hand all the way down rushing to get out of there ASAP. It looked so strange and weird. I remember just thinking “what the fuck” and then two or three seconds later I went “oh shit” …

like that deep bad feeling in your gut when you know you  going to crash but nothing you can do anymore to stop it? That exact feeling. it all happened so fast, as I told you bout that gate before for a reason - the guy was like a maybe about a hundred yards or so down that road from the gate and in my scared state I completely forgot to even think about that damn gate, I just happened to think of it as I literally rushed into it but THANK THE LORD it was surprisingly opened up so I just rushed through. 

That truly truly was a miracle, that gate is almost never open but that moment it was and if it wasn’t I would not have been able to slow down even ONE BIT, the last part of the road also goes downhill so I was above 20mph for sure for sure and if it would’ve been closed I would have been at least severely hurt. I am very tall so I would’ve definitely hit my pelvis into it and then fly head first onto the asphalt. I don’t remember if it was already open on my way to my friend’s (I don’t think so though) during daylight but yea this was terrifying as hell for a split second I truly thought this was it for me. 

As soon as I got home I texted my friend of my encounter and also told my parents the next day but they don’t believe me, they think I either imagined it or mistook him for an animal but I am actually sure it was a human. Like I said, I was awake and alert. I wasn’t even sleepy. I am always paying full attention on the road when I am driving especially going through total darkness with just my headlights.. I already was very very focused on the driving itself when it happened. I not only saw his entire body and bare legs, I also saw his face for that split second. 

In real life when shit happens it happens very fast but when you think back later it feels like slow motion, like your mind was so alert you still remember each detail. His face had a look of surprise in it, as if I had caught him in some weird act of his. He wasn’t injured or hurt, I could tell mostly because he immediately fled very quickly and hid from me in the bushes. Also, since my electric scooter is quiet and nobody else was around that I could see, I don’t think there was another person other than him. I can’t say this for sure, someone could‘ve been deeper into the bushes but I did hear him move before my lights even illuminated him and there was no other rustling other than that coming from him.  

Ever since then I am not going into these woods in the night anymore which by the way was something I did dozens of times in my past. Especially when the first lockdown hit 2020 I had a weird phase in which I enjoyed listening to scary stories while intentionally moving into that total darkness into these same woods past midnight. I did this dozens of times but only encountered other people like 3 or 4 times at most. When it happened it was always a bit weird but never THIS weird. Usually it was folks walking their dog at 1 am for some reason. 

The area is also quite away from the busy area and well hidden at the dead end of a long small residential street that people never drive to if you don’t live in one of those houses, the closest thing that even attracts people there is a bakery but that is not even on that street but all the way down where it already had turned into the main street cars actually commute by. 

It was the most “unnatural” scary encounter I had at night, definitely beats my old best friend’s (RIP to him) story of his neighbor who would aimlessly roam around the cemetery for hours almost every night for no reason , this guy was elderly too but later found to have had dementia and I too think my encounter could’ve been possibly explained with this theory too but I really don’t know. All I am sure of was it was a man in his 50s, who was bald, white t shirt and no pants behaving like a deer caught in the headlights of a car. Strange. 

I hope this fits in this sub.. Any ideas what he could have been doing possibly?

Edit:/ I hope this goes through now, I didn’t paragraph it at first, a mod told me to paragraph and resubmit it. Is this fine now?

This happened almost two years ago now, but I still think about it often.

For context: when I first started college, I got a part time job at my local gas station. Due to my schedule with school, I could only work the closing shift. It’s a small town and I honestly (perhaps naively) had always felt safe. A lot of my regulars were friends, and even though I worked alone at night I never felt afraid there.

Because it was a small town, our busy season was Summer with tourists and the like. But fall and winter it wasn’t uncommon for me to go over an hour without a single customer. This story happened in winter, on one of those slow nights. It had been dark since 5pm, and around 9pm that night a man walked into the store. He was older, at least in his 60s, and from the beginning I got a weird vibe from him. I had never seen him before this night, but I had only been working there for a few months at this point.

The man went over to our coffee machines and poured himself a little bit into a cup and began drinking it right there. A little unusual, and looking back I don’t know if I was fawning because something in my gut told me things weren’t right or if I felt sympathy for him. Regardless, I partook in light conversation while doing my nightly routine, silently hoping one of my regulars would come in.

It didn’t take long before the man started calling me beautiful, saying I was too beautiful to not be married (I never told him I wasn’t married, at this point I had just started dating my now husband). It wasn’t the first time I had been hit on while at work, and I was always polite yet professional. This time though… it just felt wrong. Not only because this man was older than my grandfather, but there was something unsettling in his eyes. Even now I can’t describe it.

Next came the moment I will never forget. He was so casual when he said: “There are many women who have been murdered in Kentucky, and their bodies have never been found. Did you know that?”

I was so taken aback I just told him no, I didn’t know that.

He then asked me if I wanted to go to Kentucky with him.

I don’t know how I kept my composure in that moment. I know my mind was racing, thinking I could possibly talking to a serial killer; wondering if I could fight him off because of his age. On the outside though, I was calm. I remember giggling and telling him I couldn’t leave work, trying to make it seem relaxed and funny.

It was at this moment that my sister-in-law walked into the gas station. She has lived in this small town her entire life, and even worked here before I did. I would later found out that this wasn’t the man’s first encounter at my work. He had even told another coworker he was going to put her in the backseat of his car, and when she told him that was kidnapping he ended up leaving. Everyone, especially my manager, treated him as harmless but weird.

Me though? That night was truly one of the scariest of my life. My sister in law must have seen my fear, because she ended up staying with me until the end of my shift, and the man left soon after she arrived. I never personally saw him again after that, but I reported it to my manager and she pretty much brushed me off.

I know one thing though, I never felt quite safe working alone at night after that, and I left that job last year partly because the manager didn’t have our backs when those situations arose.

Last year I was trying to find a place for me and my boyfriend to rent. I was in my second year of university and I was trying to find a place close to my school. My mum sends me a private house listing and we both enquire about it. It was an old house but pretty large and was cheap for the size and it was a 10 minute walk from my university. The owner of the house reaches out to both me and my mum (My parents lived 2 hours away and they wanted me to rent a place big enough for them to stay in if they decided to visit). He asks some questions and mostly just seemed very awkward, there wasn't really any warning signs initially. He organized for me to come see the house as part of a group house tour with the other applicants. It all seemed pretty legit, even the cheaper price of the house wasn't a red flag because it was quite old and needed some work.

Over the weekend that I was meant to view the house there was a massive storm, the man called to cancel and we rescheduled for the following week. So when the day came I finished my last class of the day and headed to the house. I got there 15 minutes early and there were no cars around the house. I didn't want to go inside so early so I decided to wait , sitting on the wall of a church that was across the street. The house just creeped me out for some reason. The front door was wide open but it was really dark inside so I couldn't see into the house at all and I felt like I was being watched. It was enough of a weird feeling for me to call my aunt who lived close by to come and look at the house with me. I just felt so uncomfortable, kind of sick, like there this anxious pit in my stomach and I couldn't shake the feeling of being watched from the front doorway which was shut when I looked back. While I waited for my aunt I decided that when the other potential tenants arrived I would walk over to the house.

They never arrived. I was the only one meant to be viewing the house that day.

No one else pulled up to the house until my aunt got there. There wasn't even any sign of the owner. She arrives parking on the front lawn and we go up to the house. My aunt didn't knock she walked right in and we run into the owner of the house. He seemed extremely surprised to see my aunt and he looked kind of annoyed. But I assumed it was because she just walked in and didn't knock. He proceeded to give us the tour of the house. It was much more run down than it looked in the pictures and they had put up walls and blocked off doorways very haphazardly. The house smelt kind of weird, a bit damp and gross but it could've just been old house smells. The house was very windy and complex and it was very easy to get turned around. The man would either follow us extremely closely, seemingly without any idea of personal space and when he wasn't following us he would just vanish, only to appear in front or behind us without warning.

We tried to make small talk but he would just stand close to us, not say anything and just smile. It was very uncomfortable. He would occasionally ask questions about my boyfriend as I had mentioned him in the initial phone call and he asked if I would be living with any other girls. I said no, just me and my boyfriend and occasionally my parents and siblings when they came to visit. The listing had mentioned that it was pet friendly so I decide to ask if when my parents visited if it would be okay for them to bring our golden retriever and if the yard was safe for a large dog. He suddenly became extremely annoyed and snapped at me for even asking about pets, especially a dog. He went on a rant about how he had spent YEARS on his garden and he wouldn't have a dog ruining it. The garden consisted of a single tree, some weeds and dirt. There was no plants, no garden bed, nothing.

I got an awful feeling from him that I just couldn't explain and looking at him was very strange. It felt as though I was looking at someone who was trying to appear older and more frail than he actually was. He was dressed like he was in his 70s and he would hunch over, but occasionally I would see him standing up straight, I remember he had extremely clean white sneakers that were kind of chunky and in fashion especially among guys around my dad's age. He also had really yellow teeth which i remember thinking was strange because he was apparently a dentist. We ended up leaving the house very quickly and we never enquired about it again or heard anything from him.

But I did look him up and I was right, he was younger than he appeared, he was in his late 50s, maybe early 60s and he ran a dental practice nearby. I don't know if this counts as creepy because nothing really happened aside from me feeling uncomfortable but I just hope that he didn't end up renting that place out to any young girls.

edit: my post got deleted so i’m reposting it!

I was out at a club with my friend, normal night. We’re at the bar trying to get a drink and a lot of people are trying to talk to us in the mean time. We’re very social so this is nothing unusual, and we make friends with some of the people around us.

There's this one guy in particular standing near us, just a regular guy in his group of friends, seemed cool. He offers to buy me a drink and I just get this feeling, I don't know what it was, I just say no.
He keeps insisting because we had already sparked up a conversation, and says “at least you won’t have to spend any money”.

Being a young, naive college girl I eventually just say fine, and let him buy it. When he ordered it i made sure the bartender hands it to me, making sure i wouldn’t get roofied. He says “okay perfect!” As i’m drinking it the look on his face turned cold. And then he just casually goes, "If you try to leave me, I will murder you."

At first i tried to laugh it off, but the look in his eyes was undenying. I had never seen someone look so cold and scary. I'm freaking out at this point. I grab my friends arm trying to be discreet and tell her i have to pee NOW. we go through the large crowd of people to the bathroom across the bar.

In this particular bar bathroom, there is a lady selling perfume, gum and all that type of stuff. We start talking to her and tell her what just happened and she told us to wait it out in there with her. We had already been in there for like fifteen minutes trying to rationalize the entire situation and what to do from here, i honestly wanted to stay in there till the night was over, but that just didn’t seem necessary given how big the bar was.

It finally felt like enough time had passed so we decided it was okay to leave the bathroom. The lady in there told us to be careful and let her know if we needed help.

We finally open the door to leave, and he's right there. Standing outside. There were four bathrooms total in that place, and somehow he knew exactly which one we were in. I still don't know how.
I barely stepped out before he goes “Oh, perfect. I thought you were trying to leave me."

I run back into the bathroom and the lady before called security on her walkie talkie to tell them what happened, and she told me they found him and kicked him out right away.
So to the guy in the bar who said he would murder me, let's not meet again.

A few days ago, I posted about a guy at the gym who had been tracking my movements and approaching me: https://www.reddit.com/r/creepyencounters/comments/1wvxfhv/guy_at_the_gym_told_me_hes_looked_at_my_calves_20/

Thank you to everyone in that thread for commenting -- I'm newer to Reddit and was really surprised by how helpful everyone was.

Late at night after I made that post, I butt dialed a number he'd given me about a week ago. He messaged me the next day and I didn't respond. When I later went to the gym, he said he'd seen me at the water fountain and asked if I'd noticed him. I said yes. He asked me, "Is there a reason you didn't say hi?" and I didn't respond.

Yesterday I went to the gym at around 6pm. Previously the guy had said that he goes everyday from 8-10pm, and would never step foot in the gym any earlier because of the crowds. However at 6:10pm I looked up and he was standing a few feet away from me. He didn't say anything, just stared, and started stretching.

I immediately abandoned my equipment and ran to a trainer at the gym who knew about the situation. The trainer told me that while we were in the staff-only room, the guy was looking around the gym as if searching for something. About 20 minutes later, when I finally turned around and left the staff room, it looked like he was gone. The trainer said he's never seen him at the gym this early. I stayed glued to the trainer for the rest of the workout.

At 11:37pm he calls me twice and I don't answer. He then texts me, "Called twice cuz ur on dnd and not cuz im psychotic btw"

I messaged back, "Do not contact me or approach me." and blocked him. I've also changed gyms since I'm honestly freaked out. I'm going to stay a bit hypervigilant for the next several days when I'm around that area. I'm also planning on telling the old gym's staff later today.

We live out in the country, and one of the homes next door to us is a rent home. There have been several different occupants since we have lived here the past 10 years. An orderly couple, a family, a woman and her boyfriend, etc. None of them ever gave me an off feeling.

Then this past spring a car showed up next door and a man, woman, and young child were walking around the property as if they were checking it out. The following day a uhaul shows up and it seems as if they are moving in.

A few times after, I see the woman occasionally. Then nothing. The car would be gone for days at a time, and I'd only ever see the young man.

Then a uhaul appears, and that original car leaves one day, and within minutes another vehicle shows up. That vehicle stays for a couple of weeks. When that vehicle leaves after the appearance of a uhaul, within minutes, a truck shows up. Again, there for a couple of weeks. Then the original comes back. This goes on for awhile. I start feeling weird about it and mention it to my husband.

The truck comes back and stays. Never moves for seemed like a month. No activity outside of the home. No trash can. Nothing. (I'm a STAHM who is outside a ton so I notice things and see every one on our road come and go)

Then it starts again. At about dusk a uhaul shows up. They pull it ALL the way to the back door just before sundown. Turn off all lights. At dark they move whatever they move, and the next day the uhaul leaves. Two weeks later, same thing. Two weeks after that, again. Some times the truck is the only vehicle, sometimes the other two appear but only when the uhaul is present.

This evening my daughter went to play on my children's playset on that side of our property (which is fenced in and we have two outdoor dogs.) Immediately a young man comes out onto the porch to the furthest corner where she would be in his view. When he notices me, he picks up his phone. My husband comes walking by minutes later and he Immediately begins messing with something bending down. When my husband walks off, he stands back up. My husband comes back a few minutes later and the man disappears.

Should I call about this??? My instinct tells me to beware, but my husband is not very concerned and so it makes me feel a bit crazy.

When I(f) was around 17 years old, I went to a comic convention. Near the end of the con, I was feeling tired, so I sat down in the hall. A man randomly walked up to me with a camera and asked to take my picture. I didn’t think anything of it at the time, so I said it was okay, now I wonder why he would do that? He didn’t ask for money for the photo and I never asked what it was for. I’m large and not an attractive person, so it’s just something that has been haunting me for over a decade.

This happened in like 2020 or 2021. I was recently discovered existence of this sub so I thought I would share this creepy encounter I share often when demonic activity comes up in conversation.

I (33F) lived in a rental in Riverside California from 2019 to 2022. Behind my house was a large open field and then a large main road called Van Buren. This is relevant because there's a huge water canal (that's often dry) and it's filled with homeless encampments. (IYKYK) It was common to see people camping in their tents in the open field, but if they didn't bother us, we didn't bother them.

One day, I was in the living room and I happened to look out the sliding glass back door and saw a man walking along the bricks of my back fence. I swear I've never felt my heart drop into my gut that hard. He was probably in his 20s and wearing baggy pants and a t-shirt. I banged on the glass and then opened it and asked him what he was doing? I told him to get the hell off my fence and get out of here. He looked a bit dazed for a second, said nothing, and kind of slowly kept walking. When I confronted him, he was in about the middle. He just very slowly walked to the end and slid off the fence into the field. I ran over to the fence and got up on a chair to look over because I was mad curious and confused. He ended up grabbing a bike that he had leaned against the bricks (that's probably how he got up and over) and just walked (not rode) it away. I'm like okay this guy is just an addict or homeless and/or mentally ill. Whatever.

We were at the very end of the turn in the street, and it was only 2 short blocks before the entrance to the neighborhood that he was walking toward. So it wasn't long before he turned the corner and walked onto our street with his bike. I didn't know this though until I had talked to my neighbor later that evening about what happened to ME. Apparently he had walked his bike around the corner and into our neighborhood. He knocked on her door and when she answered, he asked if he could come inside. Of course she says no. He said he needed to get inside to get her Ouija board. She keeps insisting there's no Ouija board in her house. He started pointing to the top left corner of the hall closet behind her and saying "It's up there, I can hear it. I can hear it calling to me." She tells him he needs to leave and he does. Sure enough, as soon as he leaves, she checks the closet and there's a freakin Ouija board up there right where he was pointing.

She told me she found it while cleaning weeks or even months before (I can't remember) and threw it out because she didn't want it in the house. Her 17 year old son saw it in the trash when he was visiting and put it back in the closet so he could play with it with his friends. I think she burned it (which apparently is bad?)

Now with the context, it makes sense that he was on my back fence if he was hearing demons calling to him or something. He was trying to get an angle on her house wherever he was hearing voices. At first I just thought he was on drugs and a homeless guy I had to chase off. The hearing voices would have made it more creepy of course, until he pointed directly in her CLOSED CLOSET where he claimed to be hearing a Ouija board, and there WAS one in there. There is no possible way he could have known there was a board in her house in that closet, and exactly where it was in her closet.

This is possibly one of the creepiest things that has ever happened to me in real life. I'm a Christian and I absolutely believe in demons. Believe that I prayed a bit harder that day.

Do not play with Ouija boards. And maybe go get yourself blessed here and there.

This happened at 11:40pm on a Sunday. I was leaving my boyfriends apartment and we had the door open. I was standing outside the door waiting for him and saw a woman turn the corner and just stop in her tracks and started staring straight down the hallway towards me. I didn’t think anything and turned to say something to my boyfriend, and when I stepped back outside she was still standing in the same spot just staring down at me. He came out holding some bags and she continued to stand and stare. She was in the direction we needed to go. She also wasn’t facing a door to any apartments and was facing down the hall. I told him to go back inside and said out loud “she’s not moving!” In hindsight maybe that wasn’t great to say but I was scared! The building is locked and you need a specific key scanner to get in, however, if someone else unlocks the door it’s easy to walk in.

Am I wrong for being scared or was this a weird experience?

This happened to me in 2018 when I was around 21 years old. I am now 29 - and I’m a female by the way. I still have no idea what even happened or if it was something worth being creeped out about or not. It was just overall weird to me.

I was on the north shore of Oahu, Hawaii going to university and was a junior at the time. It was a Friday night, and I had just finished going to a play that my university was putting on. I remember being really upset because I saw my ex there with another girl and got jealous/felt hurt. So, I was in a bad mood. Before going back to my dorm, I went to one of my favorite places to be alone (on campus) and prayed to God about all my frustrations and sadness and such.

This place was at the business building of my school and behind it was the edge of campus and a lot of Hawaiian land/woods. I was on the second floor of the building at this balcony that overlooked the campus. Not many people passed by this area, and it was really beautiful and peaceful, so I went there a lot and never got bad vibes. My university was private as well and had very good security.

Anyways, after talking to God for like … 15-20 mins and pondering the night and my life and the future like the dramatic heartbroken 21 year old that I was, I left my favorite spot and starting walking home to my dorm. (about a 7 minute walk from the building) at the foot of the building is a parking lot, a backroad, and across the road is the wooded area that wasn’t really connected to campus. I hope I’m explaining this in a way that can be visually understood. To the left of the parking lot was a short road that led to the front of the building and the main road. NOT the backroad behind the building.

This is where something happened that I do NOT understand AT ALL. I was in a really bad mood that night (you know, because of the ex thing), and didn’t want to deal with anyone. SO. When a white van turned from the main road down that short road next to the parking lot and stopped in front of me, I wasn’t scared at all, and just annoyed and kinda pissed off. 😂 which probably helped in my case to be honest.

THEN. The side door of the white van slid open and a guy was … as I remember, it looked like he was trying to get me into the van that had a few more guys (all of them looked college aged by the way). He didn’t touch me, but he looked like … kinda like an animal that was a bit nervous but ready to pounce on its prey or something.

Me in the annoyed state I was in just looked at the guy almost in disgust and a “what are you even doing right now, idiot??” Expression on my face. I also locked eyes with him. The guy seemed surprised with the look on my face and turned to look at the driver of the van who I believe was kinda telling the other guy what to do.

This is when my attention turned to the driver of the van. I locked eyes with him too and raised my eyebrows in a “what the heck are you doing??” Incredulous way. Looking back, I think my expression was giving “what are you lowlife people trying to do here, because I am unimpressed.” After locking eyes with the driver, he legit froze for a second before yelling something to the guy in the back of the van. After another second, the guy slid the side of the van shut and it continued down the road.

Weirdly enough, as soon as they were on their way again, this fear and uneasiness suddenly hit me full force as I thought back about what had just happened.

I have NO IDEA where that fearlessness of mine came from - maybe because I had just prayed, God had helped me out in some way by erasing my fear, I dunno. But as soon as they started driving away I was like “wat the heck was that..???” Friday night + dark parking lot area + guys in a white van = me suddenly remembering that true crime exists and white vans are BAD NEWS.

Keep in mind, all of this happened SO QUICKLY. Within maybe 20 seconds. I hardly had time to think during this situation. But as all of these realizations and uneasiness came to me, I watched the car, curious where it was going. It turned onto the backroad and then turned left again and went into the brush/forest area behind the business building. I remember there was a small dirt path it turned onto. I watched the lights of the car as it got deeper and deeper into the woods. Eventually the van stopped far into the brush and the lights were on for a bit before they shut off.

I stared a second longer before SPRINTING back to my dorm room in full blown panic mode.

I have no idea what had happened that night. Even to this day. It could be as innocent as they were supposed to meet someone there and instead met me? And since I wasn’t who they expected, they just left? But I don’t know.. when you add in the sketchy vibes of it all, it doesn’t make much sense. Maybe they were going to smoke or do drugs off campus in the woods… but why would they open the van door for me??? Why did it look like they were about to grab me? And why did they instead up and leave?? It left me SO CONFUSED at the time. Did I scare them off with my intense anger and this fake confidence/superiority? Did they want to drug me and do who knows what with me? Were they trying to kidnap me for some purpose? And what the heck were they doing in the woods just off campus??

I know that last question might seem stupid, but on the north shore of Hawaii, there are SO MANY great places to go to - even places that are very secluded. And much nicer than the place they went to.

So yeah, it all confused me. It still confuses me. But I’m just glad I didn’t look shy or innocent for these guys because maybe that’s what they expected? I dunno. You tell me what you think happened. It could be a totally innocent thing that happened or something more sinister. But I don’t think I’ll ever know. Let me know if you’ve got an idea about what happened that night! It was a weird one…