Seriously, folks. I know the mod team have been busy lately, but it's right there in rule two: "Stories focusing on... sexual abuse... will be deleted by the mods." As of now, all posts focusing on encounters with people exposing their genitals will be removed by the mods without further warning. Thanks in advance for your cooperation!

-the mod formerly known as /u/MyFingersAreFinging

I grew up in a pretty small town in Northern Louisiana. I went to public school and, with going to public school in one of the lowest ranking states on the education board, I got to experience plenty of crappy teachers but, one will always stick out among the rest of them, Mrs. Semen. Mrs. Semen was my third grade teacher. She was a very bitter, loud, mean old woman who enjoyed telling students how dumb they were, yell very loudly at them to "Shut up" and ostracize children from the rest of the classroom, once child in particular, Rachele. Rachele was a quiet student who mostly kept to herself. I didn't know much about her except that she was poor. She often came to class in shirts that looks a little dirty, with unkempt hair and old worn out shoes etc. None of our peers ever cared- I mean we were in third grade we didn't give a shit, not until Mrs. Semen. I don't really remember how it began but, suddenly Rachele wasn't able to sit with the rest of us, her seat was moved to the very front of the classroom, facing the chalk/dry-erase board where we could all see her and her embarrassed face whenever Mrs. Seman would call her out on anything and everything. I remember once Rachele was just sitting there, absent mindlessly scratching her arm while she paid attention to the lesson when suddenly, Semen stops in like, mid-sentence to say: "RCHELE, YOU PROBABLY WOULDN'T ITCH SO MUCH IF YOU'D BATHE MORE OFTEN." I'll never forget how her face turned bright red and she turned away to face the board, probably to hide that she was about to cry. Soon, everyone was making fun of Rachele for everything. No one wanted to sit with her or talk to her. Everyone saw how the only adult in the room acted toward her and assumed that's how we were supposed to treat her. Now, I never said mean things to her but most of the time, and I'm not proud of this, I just ignored her. Well, there was this one time that I let her play Power Puff Girls with my friends and I and she played an excellent Sedusa but, most of the time I just left her alone.

Rachele wasn't the only person Mrs. Semen mistreated although, Rachele got it the worst, there were a few others. Like me, she couldn't stand me and my friend Danielle. We talked a lot during her class so we were often held inside from recess to write 200 lines of "I will not talk in class."

I remember one incident that actually ended up getting Semen in trouble (mostly with Danielle's mom). We had a classroom bully she was a girl named Aquanetta (no lie.) and she liked to pic on Dani for some reason, I can't remember well Dani tried telling Mrs. Semen about her bullying all the time but she'd never listened or didn't care so nothing was ever done about it until things went too far. I was inside writing lines one recess with my friend (and boyfriend for an hour that year) Travis, while Dani was outside with the rest of the class. Well, she had nothing to do since I was trapped with the Semen so she was just chilling buy one of the building walls when Aquanetta came over and started shit talking her. Dani wasn't having any of her bullshit that day so she told her to back off and leave her alone. Instead of doing that, Aquanetta takes the bigass sucker that she'd been working on out of her mouth and spits a huge amount of sticky, gross lollipop mixed saliva all over the front of Dani. Needless to say, Mrs. Semen didn't so anything about it even when Dani cried to her covered in saliva. The next day, however, Dani comes to school escorted by her VERY PISSED mother who walks into the classroom and very nicely asks Mrs. Semen out into the hallway. As soon as the door closed behind them you could hear Mrs. Natalie yelling and ripping into that old bat about how she should have done something and how she's a terrible teacher and yadda yadda. For my peers and I it was sweet justice that day, Dani's mom was our hero, after that Mrs. Semen was still pretty mean but she let up a little. Last I heard she's still teaching and still kind of a bitch. Apparently she got so much slack from the administration because her husband had cancer so people felt sorry from her. As for Rchele, I don't see her very often but when I do she seems normal and well put together. As for Dani and I we're roommates and her mom is still badass.

First off I just want to say I'm using a throwaway because I believe this person is monitoring my known online handles and I don't want him/her to see me reacting to it.

Now, let's start from the beginning about 8 months or so ago. I started getting cryptic, strange messages on several of my online accounts such as Skype and Steam. It was always from a throwaway account too, the messages were always something random and seemingly meaningless like "Examine the stars, if you want to see the sky" or sometimes some phrase in Latin.

These messages continued to get more and more frequent and harassing until I finally decided enough was enough and called the police. Nothing ever came of this, though, probably because the creep is using some kind of proxy like tor.

A couple of months ago the messages ceased and I thought I could finally be at peace again. That is, until I got home from work today. When I went up to my room I immediately noticed a notecard on the keyboard. It had but one word: "Necare.", latin for "violent death". Stupidly, I did not run out of the house at that point, I needed to check my camera. You see, the creeper's messages had made me develop paranoid habits like leaving a motion-detecting camera software running on my computer while I'm not at home. It never picked up anything until today. This is what the camera caught.

At that point I felt more terrified than I ever was at any other point in my life. I ran out of the house and called the police. They sweeped the house and found nothing. They also found no signs of forced entry despite all the doors being locked, which meant he must've been watching me or a member of my family when we enter through the garage. I called my parents, but they won't be able to come home from our lakehouse for at least another 24 hours. They told me to go to my aunts house, which I am about to do, but I still don't feel like that will make me safe, hell what if the guy tails my car? I probably won't sleep tonight either. I promise to update you guys as this develops, but please be patient as I have been really fucking emotionally scarred by this whole ordeal. It was already terrifying to relive this event by typing it out but I feel like this is something that was important to post here. Never assume you're 100% safe in your own house.

Background info:So in my town about 2 months ago there had been a break in that had ended in a murder. Now i didnt really pay attention to this as it never seemed like its something id ever have to deal with. I did however keep my handgun in my room as opposed to our safe as a small precaution.

(important note: I loaded the magazine with a blank followed by real ammo so i could have a warning shot without hurting anyone. Side note my family didnt know i had a gun)

One night i was home alone with my family members out at the local high schools orientation course i decided not to attend. I was sitting in my room with my lights off just playing on my ipod when i heard faint footsteps from down the hall. I immediately went to defcon 1 as im a big fan of creepypasta. So i tense up and avoid making any noise and listen. The steps are moving away from my room so i silently retrieve my small pistol from my dresser drawer and open my door slightly. I look down the hall and see a huuugggeee man facing away from me with what appears to be a large knife that looks perfect for murdering. I stare at him and mustering every last drop of testosterone i can scream "GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE MOTHERFUCKER I HAVE A GUN!". He turns around and i see he's wearing a freakish pig mask. He starts to walk towards me building up speed and i point the gun at him. He stopped and looked but must have thought it was fake because he started walking again (I had a long ass hallway) So he's quickly coming up on me and i go full pussy and jump back into my room and slam the door locking it behind me. He starts banging at the door and im thinking "fuck fuck im going to fucking die" Then i realize i still have my gun and i start to shoot through my door not even aiming. I fired 5 shots and he started to curse and groan then i heard him running down the hall and out the front door. Im to scared to do anything so i just sit in my corner with my gun watching the doorand windows my phones in the kitchen and theres no way in hell im leaving my room so I just sit there for about an hour until my parents come home. They freaked out when they saw the blood trail in the hallway and bullet holes in my door. After counting the holes in the wall outside my door i only actually hit him once and it was somewhere in the shoulder area. The cops came and it was all very csi with the crime labs but i wasnt punished for shooting him because it was a home invasion. Of course we moved immediately and i havent seen mr.piggy since even though i have acquired 2 more guns and consider myself ready to kill that bastard if he ever tries to come murder us again.

tldr: Scary pig masked murderer broke into our home. Shot the fucker in the shoulder

Hey reddit. This story is about my friends relationship with his ex- girlfriends and I'm on my iPod so excuse the layout.

So some background my friends name was Chrissy and he was 16 and the girlfriend was called Gemma who was also 16 and this story is based in Falkirk, Scotland.

So one day my friend Chrissy is on Facebook and is added by a girl name Gemma he thought she was hot so he thought fuck it and added her. Now Chrissy had never had a serious girlfriend and was quite shy but he started talking to Gemma more and more and they started meeting up and she seemed lovely and a romance formed.

One day she comes over to meet his parents and she doesn't say a word just ignores them and phases them out. Now since it was his first relationship he became quite clingy and attached especially since he was getting his dick wet from her. We started seeing him less and less, never came out with us, blew us off for her and became really distanced. Now their relationship started going a bit dry and they relied on sex to keep it going.

All of his close friends took a big dislike to her. She hated anyone that took him away from her. She gave us abuse and she was a massive cunt to everybody now this is where it gets weird. After a month or two we convinced him to end it she was bad for him and everyone around him.

She did not take the news well. Here comes the barrage of suicide threats from her. Emails Facebook messages anyway to contact him and get him back. He stuck to his guns for a while even though the harassment continued. Saying she can't live without him.

One day he's coming to my house to play games and have a good night. She was stalking him and stalked him to my house she then sat outside the house for 2 hours waiting for him. We called his sister to pick him up and as she was driving away Gemma sat in the road. We had had enough he told her to get out his life and fuck off.

Nearing the end here. One night she messages him when I'm sitting in a skype call with me. She's sending him blogs with her suicide notes and saying she's taken pills with alcohol. Fuck this I said I called the police and told them what she had done. I don't know what happened after that. She dropped contact. All I know is she said if she wasn't his she'd kill herself.

Tl;dr: psycho ex gives boy his hole then tries to kill herself when he goes onto pursue his other destinies.

After reading many stories here I (17 f) never figured Id experience something that belonged here. Today after i walked home from school i changed into my pjs and i browsed letsnotmeet (ironic huh?) Just like I do every single day. Well about an hour later i get a message on facebook from a weird account telling me to go outside. After investigating i realized he's messaged me before only saying "hi" so half asleep half stupid me figures why not? Im not home alone nothing will happen right? Wrong

I go outside and i see a tall guy with long hair and a Children of Bodem shirt on. I love CoB so i figured he used to go to my school but graduated since he didnt look that much older than me. He looked really happy to see me so i figued i did know him but i dont remember him, I have VERY, bad memory, so i gave him a quick hug but he hugged me a little longer. Okay i said to myself kinda weird but not really. "Oh my god you're so beautiful! " "Heh thanks..." "I was scared your facebook pictures were going to be filtered!!" "... (WHAT THE FUCK)" Around there I realised I had no idea who this guy was. But he kept a firm grip on my hand. "Come to my car! Its over there!" He pointed to a little broken down red car at the end of my block" "...no i have to take care of my sisters.." I was completely alone. "Come one just for a while!!!" He started pulling my arm and my alarm bells are screaming. "No I have to go!" I pull free and quickly turm to my house when he grabbed my wrists. Fuck He mumbled something then grabbed my ass in a very tight grip. Im 5"3 he was like 6 something so he was hovering over me. "Let my lick your asshole" What. The. Fuck. I guess it was the flight or fight that kicked in and i just squirmed until i broke loose. He grabbed my face and tried to kiss me but I lightly punched his sholder and told him to get the fuck away. Thankfully my neighbor from across the street saw everything and screamed at him. He let me go and bolted to his car and sped off. My neighbor came over to me and asked me if I was okay and walked me to my house got me water and called the police. All we could provide is a small red honda with a tall male with a CoB shirt and long hair. They'd told me they'd call me if they found him to let me know im safe, yet the havent called. Still scared, still grateful my neighbor was home early and still have my sanity.

When I was 16 (I'm 21 now) me and my friend Emma liked walking around our medium sized town at night. I know now that was very stupid. Doing this my friend and I were approached by many guys and some were more innocent than others but only once did I think I wasn't coming back.

It was spring break but my friends and I didn't have much money to go on vacation so we decided to throw a small party. I arrived at Emma's house before we were picked up for party so we could get ready together. Her boyfriend who I hated was there. Emma told me that she forgot the orange juice for screwdrivers. Her boyfriend was leaving in the next 30 minutes because he went to a different school and had class the next day.

I told E that I could go pick up orange juice at the near by grocery store. I insisted that they stay there so they can spend that time alone but I most insisted it so I didn't have to be around him. He was younger than us and very annoying.

It was sunset when I left and the walk was mostly pleasant. I was almost there when an expensive silver truck that had been in park pulled up to me in the alley . It was a big man in 50's with gray hair. It seemed he had been hiding around the back of the grocery store near the dumpsters.

He pulled up to me and spoke in the creepiest voice I ever heard in my life. He said in a high pitch voice. "Hey, there pretty girl. A pretty girl like you should be at a party. I'm going to a party, you should come with me." I tell him politely no thank you but he follows me as I walk still trying to talk to me. He did it just someone would do in a horror movie.

He tried to talk to me again "You're probably going to a party already." Kinda I replied. "I should of known a pretty girl like you would be going to a party because pretty girls go to parties. You should let me give you a ride to that party" he said. I say no thank you goodbye to cut things short and I walk away. I'm 20 yards away from the store when I look back and he's following me slowly with his car.

I run the rest of the way to the store and call Emma and her boyfriend. I almost burst into tears I'm so scared. They come and pick me up at the store and take me back to her house after we buy the orange juice. I never saw him again and I am so grateful for that.

First reddit post, forgive me for any grammar mistakes or anything else.

I am 14, at the time this happened I was around 5-6. This was just after Madeleine McCann went missing - if you don't know who she is, she was an English girl who was "kidnapped" from her hotel room while her parents drank with their friends in the hotel restaurant in Portugal. At the time we were on holiday in Spain, but news of Madeleine spread everywhere fairly quickly and lots of people ended up getting held up at the airport asking if they'd seen her. Now, Madeleine was 4, and I must have looked 4 to this security guard, as he comes up to my family and keeps pointing at my mum, asking if I knew who she was.

I don't know many 5 year olds who know their mother's real name, but I was not one of them so of course I just answered that she was my mum. He keeps asking and asking if I was sure, and at this point we've been held up for around 10 minutes by this security guard and my mum's getting annoyed, so she asks what the guy's problem was. He seems to have thought I was Madeleine, which I know believe is a rubbish reason as I have brown hair and Madeleine has an eye defect I do not. Around the same area on my eye was a darker colour when I was younger, or at least appeared that way so for that reason I can probably understand why we got held up rather than the numerous other children (maybe also the fact that while I'm Scottish, I've been mistaken several times for an English person by my accent and practically every other child there was American), but the rest of my face was completely different and you could clearly see the family resemblance between my mum and I.

This experience led to the rest of the airport staff treating us weirdly, and a young me spending way too long researching Madeleine McCann's disappearance. My sister actually got told she wasn't allowed to let me on the computer because I'd sit for hours researching her, and at this point I could probably still write an essay on her disappearance.

Anyway, not exactly the creepiest encounter with security, but it was scary enough that I remember having a few nightmares about it for the month after. It also seems to have affected me long-term, as the next 3 holidays we went on from when I was around 8 - 11, I kept insisting to my mum that I knew where her body was hidden in Spain.

So, to the security guard who had me mistaken for a missing child, let's not meet.

Sorry Mods, its not your fault.

Most of these posts im reading are so daft. Even Nosleep can make up less over-exaggerated, illogical, bullshit stories. Even worse is the gullible people that people it.

mods should add some sort of "verify" passage. Provide evidence that the thing that actually happened instead of claiming that it happened with no evidence to back it. Nearly everyone has a smartphone, so don't tell me you couldn't catch a picture of a person laying down in the middle of the road before you drove off, nor could you had of the guy groping a woman on the fucking bus.

Evidence pls or Otherwise, we are just like the people who upload shaky, low quality videos of "UFOs" on youtube. Or worse, we are r/nosleep

during a university trip to a ski resort, me and some friends went to watch the stars. (we were all apart of the astronomy club, and wanted to note down some key information we wouldn't have seen with the bright city light) it was our first year and the university, and we went to the forest, but still close to the skiing place.

we took some pictures, and noted things down, until our legs got cold, so we decided to go up. 2 of my friends (lets call them Steve and bob) fell down, grabbing us thanks to instinct, which lead us all to fall down. *note, we crossed the barrier, so that's why we kept falling. we were rolling, but since our hands and arms were cold, and we ourselves are tired, we couldn't move despite our best attempts. after a while, we dropped to this unused ski trail that were double black diamond.

we later learned that the trail was abandoned, but didn't know it at the time. as we stood up, we felt like we were being watched. time also seemed to go really fast somehow, but that's probably because we were tired, and the place was very calm. we walked around the trail, but heard the scream of a man. we thought someone had tripped like us, so we ran to help, yelling for them.

no response ever came from the man, other than screaming, moaning, groaning, and crying. we yelled again, but the man never responded. as we close in the distance, some of us tried to go back, because the man might do something bad to us, but as we walked just a few steps closer, we saw the shadow of a 30ish year old man, weeping. we were probably around 20 meters away, but that man, was the most scary thing I have seen my entire life.

doing nothing but crying on the snow, with nothing but a jacket, and a pair of sweatpants. as soon as we saw him, we ran as fast as we could up, holding back the pain. we spent a good 30 minutes re-climbing that cliff. when we finished, we quickly ran back to our rooms. we reported the incident to the police, but I never heard back the response.

this was legit the scariest thing that has every happened to me, and my group of friends. the trail somehow made time go so fast, with it's calmness, and beautiful glow under the moon light, and the light of the stars. my memory is kind of crappy, but I remember that what felt like 5 minutes wondering, was almost 15 minutes outside.

So I'm a 20/f from the UK. First time post also,

When I was back in school I had to learn the French language which wasn't all bad because at the end of the year we all got to go on a class trip to Paris! Needless so say I was very excited! On our holiday there everything was going great when we were all just going around some beautiful sights when we came to the church. (Let me just add in here quickly that I have an identical twin sister) Anyway back to the story, we were all heading up to this church when all of a sudden I notice this guy staring at my sister. I kept an eye on him as we were making our way around when I noticed he was starting to come over to her with a freaking horrible look in his eye! I already start to feel that something is about to happen so as I go to get I the way of her and him, he also lunges and puts this weird bracelet thing around her wrist and is trying to drag her away! Well obviously I am furious as this creep thinking he can touch her! So I charge into him like a bull and push him away from her, grab her hand and got her away from him! When I told the teachers about all they said is that it's a foreign country and that we didn't understand!!! Last time I relied on them to help with a problem!!!!

Or does it seem like this sub is less about scary/creepy encounters (The Smiling Man, Dr Ramsay etc), and more so people being stupidly afraid of ANYONE they don't deem 100% 'normal'?

Half of these threads are shit like ' omg she lied so much, totally a serial killer, lets not meet ' or ' omg he talked to me on the bus twice a week! Totally a rapist, lets not meet '.

Today, a group of friends and I all went down to the local beach for a barbecue and just to mess about for a bit. Now it was a group of guys and girls and we all decided we were going to go off and run up and down the sand dunes because why not.

So after a good bit of duning we headed back to our little camp to get a drink, play Frisbee and do all the other stuff teenagers like to do. Me and my two friends were walking along the top of one of the dunes when we caught a glimpse of a pair of feet. okay, not too creepy, just someone enjoying a sunny day in Scotland (which doesn't happen very often)then, a pair of hairy legs that seemed to go on for far longer than they should have until we realised he mustn't have a pair of shorts on. then as we get closer to this man we notice to our horror that the only thing the man was wearing was a single sock no i emphasise this sock was not "fitted" it was simply lain on top of his dick, in such a way that a small gust of wind could blow it away, scarring everyone for life. As soon as we noticed this we noped the fuck out of there, my friend stifling his laughter and disguising it as a sneeze in order to not offend the creepy sock guy. And that was the time we saw the bloke with the sock on his cock.

Apologies for a lengthy post, there's alot to the story to try to make it less confusing!

This happened in 2003, at the time I was a 19yr old with a 1yr old daughter. I was single and not having alot of time to go out with friends, the internet became my 'social life' through chat rooms. I first started talking to this guy in a chatroom and I liked his sense of humour, we shared 'northern humour' which is pretty dry and sarcastic. Anyway we'd started talking in PM and though his jokes could sometimes be a little out there, I was intrigued by his quirkiness. Cut to a few weeks later and we are literally spending every available hour online chatting on msn, I admit I had a crush and since I was pretty lonely at the time I was willing to over-look some of his weirdness. Pretty soon the convo got sexual and he confessed that he was a pre-op transexual into light bdsm. Ok, well we all have our kinks right and the TS stuff didn't bother me much. So one night i persuade him to put webcam on so i can see him finally, he reluctantly agreed but goes ahead... what was revealed when the camera focused genuinely set heckles on my neck... he was wearing a really bad marily monroe mask and wig. And he wouldn't speak, just type. It was so fucking weird and all of my flags went up. I would love to say the story ends there but nope! He convinced me it was just a joke, but he was really shy so didn't like to be on cam. Ok fair enough, weird, but ok. For some god only knows reason I agreed to meet him... I honestly have no idea why!! He told me his house was hard to get to so would meet me on the motorway and i could follow in my car to his house. (This was before google maps and smart phones with gps obviously) so i agreed and set off the next day to meet him. The minute i pulled into the layby behind his car and he got out i knew i had made a mistake, he seemed so 'off' but because i'm british, young, stupid i agree to follow him anyway! So we get to his house, he makes me a coffee and we sit in his living room and have absolutely zero to chat about. After months of talking online and texting 24/7 it's just... nothing but very awkward silence. He sat on the couch across from me just staring at me until i saw his record collection and made a.comment about it... he suddenly got all animated and encouraged me to flick through his box of vinyls and see if there's anything i like while he goes upstairs to 'change'. At this point i'm fairly certain i'm about to be axed to death but sit and look at his weird ass records trying to plan my escape. He then comes downstairs in the grubbiest shittest french maids costume i've ever had the displeasure to witness and sits on the living room floor next to the box of records, next to me. At this point i have no idea how the convo even went because my heart was racing expecting to die any moment but he asked me to braid hia long hair in pigtails like a schoolgirl. I actually did it. With trembling hands i did it. He got up and was looking himself over in the mirror... visibly turned on by what he saw. I grabbed my chance while he was cooing over himself and made my way to the front door trying to be calm and polite saying "i have to go now..." I trully believe in that moment he had forgotten whatever plans he had for me that day because he just said "ok well i cant take you back to the motorway looking like this" I readily agreed, assured him i would find my way and got the hell out of there! i drove for about 10mins and then stopped, cried and couldn't believe i had been so incredibly stupid but had escaped. I refused all contact with him after that and received many nasty msgs and emails but thankfully after changing my number it didn't escalate any further. I look back on it now and realise i must have been bat shit crazy to put myself in the situation and to have not listened to my gut but meh, we live and learn. My daughter is now 12 and has internet safety drummed way into her head by me so at least that's a good outcome!

I was walking home around 1130pm from work because I had to stay late and the buses had stopped running. I take this busy road almost all the way and generally feel safe, albeit exposed.

Well about 40 minutes into my walk (it takes an hour) I realize there is a man around 60 who is walking in front of me some way. I realize with my pace i'm going to catch up to him eventually. As a woman who walks alone I try not to come off scared around strangers, men or women, but I have had many occasions where a person has verbally assaulted me or threatened me so I am very aware while walking.

So this guy keeps looking around at me and I try to tell myself maybe he is looking at me to change pace so I don't think he's creepy, and he actually walks off the sidewalk to this church on my right side.

Now this man is looking back at me every now and then as I continue pace inbetween staring at the led church sign as if it's a television. And when I'm pretty close he starts walking back towards me. SHIT.

I immediately pull out my phone and call a friend as the man saddles up next to me. "Hey there! You wanna walk together? I hate walking alone!"

I politely respond sure while waiting for my friend to pick up and make no eye contact with this man. He is carrying a bag in one hand and a cooler in the other.

I hurriedly explain that i'm meeting some friends at the next main street which is about 7 minutes walk away but visible. The man keeps swaying his arm near to me so I tweak my walk to get farther away from his side.

He then tells me it's good i'm walking so far from him so that the sidewalk sprinklers don't spray us both. Then he goes off about how terrible his day has been because his sister was found murdered in her bed and his brother is a lying methhead asshole. By this time i've told my friend my coordinates and she has realized I'm in a situation.

The man goes on to say his night wasn't too bad because he found a cooler full of beer, and I tell him theres always a silver lining then mention again that my friends are looking for me and are right up ahead. I think he got the hint and tells me to have a good night, turning on the next street.

This is my first post on reddit :) my encounters haven't been as creepy as they have just been... strange? So here it goes (apologies, I'm not a native English speaker).

I'm a woman living in Beijing, China. Certainly a big city, with lots of things going on, but not necessarily a dangerous place.

I was coming back home after meeting a friend for dinner, and the subway system is rather extensive. I was bound for a 45 min. ride through 17 stations when I got in. This Chinese man - impossible to guess his age, but I would say somewhere in his early - mid thirties - stares at me. Since I am a foreigner, I am used to people sometimes looking at me, smiling at me and even snatching pictures when I go clubbing with my friends. So I thought nothing of it. Except that through the entire ride he was just looking at me, sometimes he smiled. If someone stood on the way, he'd move his head to unblock his sight. I guessed he must have been trying to figure out where I came from or something similar, so paid no mind. 2 stops before my final destination, he finally gathers enough courage to walk to me and ask me if he could talk to me. I replied with a single "NO". He looked a bit baffled and said "ok". And got off at the next stop. I doubt that was his stop, because that would have been perfect timing: get rejected, get off the train. So I wondered if perhaps he missed his stop so he could approach me...

On another occasion, not long ago, I was on a bus. Same thing, a Chinese man kept staring at me. This time, we both got off at the same stop, and without missing a heartbeat he asked me if I was a foreigner and if I was friendly. All the while I'm searching for something inside my purse, asking in Chinese "what do you want??". He even stopped some random dude to ask him if he could speak English so he could translate for me. But I kept asking what do you want, what do you want, what do you want. He then got his phone out and asked me for my number. I told him I didn't know him, so I wasn't giving it to him. He immediately ran away.

While on a trip to Bangkok, I was walking on a sidewalk on broad daylight, when I hear someone "ssshhhhh" at me, it caught my attention immediately and when I looked, I was greeted by this guy who had his junk out and was jerking off. He wanted me to watch him do so, but I just got grossed out and walked away.

I am originally from Mexico, a mid size city, and one summer afternoon I was walking back home from college, when someone pulls over, and says something I didn't understand. I was way too distracted, and thought that this guy was talking to some people that were standing by the sidewalk. I kept walking, and I hadn't taken more than a few steps, when the guy pretty much blocks the sidewalk with his car - yes, he actually drove the car on the sidewalk, almost hitting me - and asks me in an angry voice if I needed a ride. I shook my head, and squeezed in the little space between his car and the wall, and walked slowly to see what his next move was (there were some small alleys I could take), but he screeched his wheels as he sped off.

To close this post, I was once drinking with one of my best male friends. He got drunk, but I didn't drink more than two beers, so I was fine, but a little bit dizzy. We head to sleep, but he grabs me and tries to touch me in an inappropriately manner. I am crazy about martial arts, and figured that if someone was to get "humiliated" that wasn't going to be me. Enter Brazilian Jiu Jitsu to solve the problem. I'm only 1.57 (5 2), but have a bit of an attitude. A few days later, he shows me he's got a torn lip, and multiple bruises and scratches from my submission. Travelling is kind of dangerous for a woman, but I guess knowing martial arts and coming from a violent country, have helped me be aware of my surroundings?.

Sadly, the person who is currently harassing me is a former 4 time national Muay Thai champion. Not so easy as just slap him or back talk to him to scare him away.

I have also lived in the US, but the craziness of my long time encounter deserve an entire post...

Thank you for your time, and I hope you enjoyed reading :)

I went camping about a month ago with my friends, Rob, Janet and thier two kids Maggie and Kenny and my son Jonathan.

We camped out in the middle of nowhere up in Northern California. New place for all of us, really lovely. The weather was clear. Bright sun shining of a small lake and a breeze just light enough to cool the skin without annoying the senses.

We set up camp late in the afternoon after enjoying a little cookout. Somewhere between cleaning up dinner and sending the children off to bed, my little hairs went up. I told Rob and Janet about my feeling and they poked fun at me, being a city girl out of her element, and that everything was fine. Rob reminded me of the shot gun in his truck, the .22 in her holster and the handcannon hanging lazily in the cup holder of his tattered fold up chair.

"That's all fine and dandy, Rob," I said with those prickles down my spine, "but wild animals don't know your packin'." They giggle still and comment that my wide eyes won't leave the dark forrest the engulfs us.

I have Rob and Janet help me move Jonathan into thier tent. I decide that's where I'll be tonight also. My insticts are on high and I just can't relax. Janet wispers to me between sour shots and sweet chasers that she feels the heavy of something too. "But don't worry honey, we got our little family all boxed in together. Rob is going to keep us safe." I sip my beer and glance past my friends gaze. My heart double taps hard, then stops. "Forphuckssakes." I choke out as bitter carbination scrapes at my sinuses. I wisper Rob's name. "Fuuuuckisthatoverthere?!" I wishpered faster and more panicy than I had his name.

Rob arms himself quickly and I heard a loud click-click of him rousing his lazy handcannon to attention. At once Lazy HandCannon is erect and alert, pointing precisely where I was staring.

Fuck me twice if I didn't see FOUR shining eyes staring at us from the dark hell just beyond the light of our dying camp fire. Despite the cold, I feel sweat pouring out. Rob's back was strait and true, focused and ready to kill. Janet grabs her flood light and powers it on towards our wood-demon...

Deer. A doe and sweet Bambi faced offspring. I almost calapsed in hystarical laughter.

No joke though. Later on that night after us adults settled in, and the quiet pushed down on us, I started drifting off to sleep with my prized possession snoring lightly in my arms, I came too as I heard a deep breath sniffing at the corner of our tent. I'd be lieing now if I said I hadn't release abit of fear-water from down below when I realized there was a mountain lion checking out the terribly tastey veal inside this little duchoven.

Then I heard the arousal of Lazy Handcannon as he 'click-clicked' into readiness from Rob's side.

Many hours later I finally passed out as Rob and Janet got up to make breakfast. Poor guy sat ready all night.

I'm glad he never had to use his gun.

I'm a single father a one. My daughter (we'll call her Lisa). She's 8 now. This happened about a year ago, just before her 7th birthday.

After school I would usually take her to a fun place to play. Usually either the mall or a park that was close to where we lived. At the park, I would run around with her and play hide and seek, or just sit on a bench and let her run and play. On this particular day, I was sitting on a bench, playing a game on my phone while keeping an eye on Lisa and she found another little girl to run around with.

I noticed him first as Lisa walked past him. A heavy set man that said hello to her as she walked by. He was sitting on another bench about twenty feet away from me. He had brown hair and a permanent grin on his fat face. I watched but Lisa just looked at him and kept walking. I must have taught her pretty well not to talk to strangers.

She kept playing but this asshole kept staring at her. My blood felt like it was boiling. I just watched him until Lisa ran past him again and he stood up. At this point, Lisa had run past me and the man would have to walk past me to get to her. I stood up, blocking his path and asked what the fuck he was doing. He just kept grinning as he walked out of the play area. I felt like chasing him down and bashing the shit out of him. Looking back, I should have called the police, but I thought he was gone and I would ever see him again. Boy was I wrong.

I took Lisa home after that. We went home, had dinner, then I put her to bed. That night, she came into my room and told me that someone was outside her bedroom window. Her bed is right next to the window. I asked her about it but it just seemed like she had been dreaming. I didn't think too much about it.

Over the next couple of weeks, It kept happening. I started to believe her after the second time. After the third or fourth time, I called the police. They would look but never find anything.

I moved Lisa's bed into my room. She would wake up at least four times a week crying, thinking there was someone standing over her. I would calm her down and tell her she was ok and I was there. I would tell her that I would never let anyone hurt her.

One night, around 3:00, I woke up with a very uneasy feeling- like someone was watching me. I didn't move, but I looked over at the window and saw that mother fucker from the park looking in my bedroom window! How the fuck did he find where I live? I tried to say something, but I couldn't make any words. I reached over to my nightstand, unlocked my pistol from my gun safe and turned back to the window. He was gone.

The police would patrol every night due to my frequent calls but they never caught him.

Tired of the police's inefficiency, I started staying up at night, waiting. Lisa slept in my room while I stayed up. I would sit with her on her bed. I kept my gun with me at all times.

After about a week, I heard a noise outside. I left the room as silently as possible and snuck outside. As I turned the corner of the house, I saw him. He was looking in my bedroom window.

In my opinion, anyone that scares a child so badly,

knowingly scars them for life, does not deserve to live in this world with the rest of us. They don't deserve to live at all. I am very protective of my daughter. She's a little girl who deserves all good things. I can't even describe how I felt. I just kept thinking that he deserves to die.

He just stood there staring. He didn't know I was there. I raised my gun, wanting so badly to shoot him. My hand shook. I wanted it to be over. Forever.

This is the latest encounter what just happened last night.

So I got home from work about 12.30 AM, nothing strange about it. Checked my mailbox and found no mail inside. Only,a piece of paper with the number 25 on it. I live in a large apartment building, so I thought this was for the people of 25 and dropped in their mailbox. After that I went upstairs to get my dog for a last walk.

She didn't greet me as usual but spurred outside. Thought that she had to pee very badly, happens often. I walked the way she was running and found her about 0.5 km further. Growling and barking towards a man on a bench. I ran over to her to get her back from the man and to apologize to him. And then I saw it.. It was that creep I encountered before. So I let the dog loose again.

He just looked at her with his evil grin. He was obsessed with my dog in some way. Without looking at me he started talking. "Have you found my little note?". I felt a chill trough my spine.. The note with the number on it was yours?

He told me he wanted my dog, no that he had chosen my dog for his lifework. This sick fuck told me he ate one of every type of dog and collect the skulls as a souvenir. He chose my German Shepherd and was willing to pay for her. Did I no accept his offer, he take her by force.

I saw it in his eyes he was serious. There was no fucking way I was let him taking her. I said: if you lay one hand om her I 'll brake it. He looked up to me and laughed. After that he stood up and jumped on my dog. She tried to bite him, kick him but it didn`t work. In a second I grabbed him and tried to pulling him off of her. It didn't work, so I beat the living shit out of him. I kicked and punched him in the face several times. He still wouldn't let go. In a furious rage I kept hitting him in the face.

After a minute what felt like hours he finally let go. His face looked like a bloody pulp but he still had that evil grin. I said to him that if I ever saw him again I would kill him, still rage rushing trough my body. He looked at me and laughed. I took my dog who was shaking terribly, I really never saw her like that.. Didn't look back and went home.

I couldn't sleep because of that he maybe was still lying there. I decided to go back to the spot. When I arrived the guy was gone. The only thing I found was a piece of paper with the number 25 on it. And the number was crossed..

This was no ghost or demon. This was a living, breathing sick mind who tried to fucking eat my dog! He is still out there searching for other victims. My dog is a little bit shaken up all day. I know she's going to be fine because she's trained for fucked up things. But I know this will leave a scar on her, it was a big impact to her and to me.

So I want to say to all of you: watch out, because there are living really messed up people in this world!

Hello y'all. So this happened to me a few weeks ago on the second week of school

This story takes place in 5th period English class, I am a sophomore in high school. So I walk into my class and theirs a substitute teacher sitting in my teachers desk. Everyone was thrilled that there was a substitute so early in the year, because when theirs a sub EVERYONE goes wild. It is very entertain to watch and to participate in.

I go to my normal desk and my friend gets out of his assigned seat and comes sit with me. The sub gives him a dirty look then brushes it off. 5 minuets go by and he hasn't said anything. He suddenly jumps out of his chair and announced his name as "Mr St John" my friend looks at me and says "that ain't to normal name. he a special one ain't he?" I just look at him and shrug. Mr St John tries to explain to us that we have work to do but nobody is listening for the 1:40 long period we were supposed to read a few chapters and answer a few questions about it.

I finish my work early and I let my friend look at my work and I pull out a different book. The whole class period John has been on his phone or writing something down. He stopped looking at his phone and turned to the class "does anyone mind if i film you guys?" We all immediately go silent. My school takes filming the students very serious (except if its for a class like video arts and stuff like that) If you want to film a student for any reason at all a teacher must give us a form for our parents to sign asking if its okay to film. If not we have to sit outside on the benches and fill out a different piece of work instead of being filmed.

So this was a big deal. We all turned to him not knowing what to say. Before anyone can say anything he explains himself. "I have a friend in prison, in Guantanamo Bay and shes texting me right now and wants to know what im doing, I told her i was teaching right now. Then she asked if she could see. This woman has not seen the outside world in seven years. She just wants to know what its like, what the average classroom looks like" The whole room is dead silent. People are whispering to each other wondering if this guy is for real or not.

"Please guys. it'll only take a second. just pretend like you are working. just act normal." Again everyone is speechless. We don't know what to say. John continues, "I wont do it if you guys don't want me to. just say it and i wont" He sounded really defensive about it. I just started laughing. It wasn't a serious, genuine laugh. This was a nervous laughter. John then shoots his head in my direction and gives me a huge smile. I after i see that I sink my head deeper into my book.

"So is that a yes or no?" No one says anything people just mumble "no" and get back to their work. No one says anything! What could you say in that situation?! I have no clue! Another solid ten minutes of silence goes by until people start chatting with their friends again. Me and my friend whisper back and fourth to each other. Kinda talking shit about him. I also in that time took a really bad photo of him. Me and my friend continue to make jokes to each other about how he looks like the stereotypical pedophile and hes dressed like one too. Me and my friend just continue to whisper about him all this sort of stuff. I really hope to god he didn't hear us but to be fair he never looked in our direction. My other friend texted me and told me I should strike up a conversation with him.

Five minuets before the bell rings so we could go home, everyone is packing up and standing near the door. I am sitting near his desk and I start stretching from sitting for an hour forty, and i look over at his desk and I see hes writing sheet music. So I get closer and I ask "what do you play?" He tells me that hes plays guitar. I told him that I was trying to teach myself guitar using guides online I also told him that I play alto sax" He looks and me and smiles and pulls out a business card out of his fanny-pack that was sitting on the desk. He hands me the business card and I look at it and it was disgusting. It had Cheetos stains on the back of it. Neither him or I were eating Cheetos so i have no clue how it got there.

He tells me that he teachers guitar and since i'm a student I would get a discount. I thank him and shove the card in my pocket. He then reaches to shake my hand and ask what my name is. "Im Ottavio. nice to meet you" He holds my hand for an abnormal amount of time and tells me that I have a beautiful name. The bell rings so he lets go and I walk out of the classroom. My friend catches up with me and asks if we should report the whole asking to record us thing. Neither of us have done anything with that information. I tell my brother who sounded concerned and i handed him the business card. He notices that theirs a back side covered in More Cheeto stains and has a list of what he teaches on the back. At the bottom of the list theirs a word crossed out as if he yanked it out of the printer and it smudged.

That night I went home and Posted the blurry photo of him on my Ig with the statement "Pedophile lookin' ass" And then I also posted about if anyone had a weird experience with him that day in another class. No one responded.

That's my story. I am still thinking about going to the principal about this but am kinda nervous to ask. I have a photo of him and the back of the business card I could put a link to them on here you people want to see

TLDR: A substitute teacher asked the class if he could take a video of us for his friend in Guantanamo bay. And then gave me a cheeto stained business card.

(Throwaway because I don't want this under my main account.)

So I went for a run today. It started out normal as ever with me taking one of three routes that I run in a loop that both begins and ends at my house. For more context, /r/LetsNotMeet, I am a "petite" sixteen year old girl with long hair down to about my butt or so. I was wearing my standard running shorts and a tank top with my hair tied back, since it is hot as hell today.

I was on the 5 minute "cool-down" part of my run, near my house when up ahead of me I saw a man walking his dog. I didn't think anything of it because it's a perfectly normal sight to see for me. (I live in a good neighborhood.) I turned right, into my neighborhood and both sensed that something was different in a bad way. He kept looking at me and acting like he wasn't. (I am a teenage girl; I am used to looks from men but this had a different, more sinister feel about it that grabbed my attention, even though my brain was still fried from taking the SAT this morning.) I walked along the sidewalk and right before I was at my house, I turned to look at him and he was still staring at me. He looked away and almost instantaneously I decided to keep going. I didn't once look at my house amongst all of the other townhouses in my court, I just acted as though I was just passing through and kept on walking.

Now, I know my neighborhood very well as I've lived here for 14 or so years and have played many games of both hide and go seek as well as tag with my friends when I was younger, so I knew that if I kept walking, there was a series of narrow back alleyways between the awkward rows of townhouse backyards that led back to the street to my neighborhood. Once I could no longer see his teal shirt, I ran as fast as I could through the alleyway, somehow not tripping over roots and cable wires that threatened to slow me down.

I managed to make it back to the street and I walked home from there, checking behind me tentatively every second or so, waiting for even the slightest flash of teal. Luckily I made it home safely without seeing him again, and I hoped that I had fooled him (if he did have malicious intentions) by switching directions on him. I also hope to never encounter him again.

So what I have to ask is what are your thoughts on this? Was I just being my mega-paranoid self, or was I acting reasonable? Do you think I did the right thing, /r/LetsNotMeet?

Edit: Thank you all so much for responding! I know this isn't as certainly creepy as any of the other stories in this subreddit, but I've been thinking about it all night. I'm going to try to write it off as just a coincidence or something and if I ever see him again, I will definitely take much more notice and possibly post again if anything major happens. If I don't, then assume the best happened. I'm trying to be an Optimist Prime here and not a Negatron.

It was about 2AM. I was about to fall asleep, after watching some scary videos on YouTube (new, but into horror). Suddenly, I hear my cell ringing. I checked my phone only to find that I didn't recognize the number. Being it was 2AM, I didn't pick up. After waiting for the call to end, I find a voicemail was left. The call had spooked me a little (I had been watching scary videos after all) so I wasnt as sleepy. I decided to check the voicemail.

The first 30 seconds were silent, with some static in the background. Then I heard a deep voice incoherently shouting about something. I couldn't make out the words, but the man sounded drunk and hostile. I got the impression that he was involved with something dangerous, possibly illegal. After the yelling, the man kept mumbling, but with a tone of regret. The voicemail ended with a short silence. In total, it lasted about 2 minutes. I wasn't sure what to make of it. It could have been a drunk, but maybe it was something I wasn't supposed to hear, even if it was inaudible. Either way, I didn't sleep well that night.

The next morning, I looked up his number. After some searching, turns out the number belonged to a late 40s black man who lives about 30 minutes away from me. After, I showed my dad the voicemail and what I discovered about the number, who decided to put it off.

It's been a couple of months since that happened. I'm still not sure what the voicemail was about, but I haven't heard from the number since. I was a little bit uneasy the first couple days after the voicemail. It was during the school year, and I kept my eyes open for anybody who looked like that man.

What do you guys think? Did I overreact? What scares me the most was the hostility in that voicemail, and how I might have heard something I wasn't supposed to hear. I'm over it now, but I think about what if every once in a while.

My first time posting here but I have had my fair share of creepy experiences or being stalked.

This happened a few months ago.I have a habit of going for walks at really odd times mostly when am stressed or just tired of being indoors (which is always).I like being busy.

So the evening is nice and breezy almost 9pm and I ask my sister to walk with me.am older, so we walk a few blocks .about 4 streets from my house.mind you we just moved to this area so am not very familiar with the area. We get to a gas station that's closed and decide to walk back home -rewind to 5 minutes earlier we saw a guy standing on the side walk as we passed by ,he was by my right and I am sure I heard him grunt and mutter "hot".I took no Notice as am accustomed to men doing that.

(Fastfoward to 5) minutes after .its pretty dark and quiet and we are walking back home when my sister tells me Jazz someone is following us.I look back and sure enough the same guy was behind us.needless to say,I was freaked out! Ok.... Jazz calm down he's probably just walking home no need to worry(wrong!).

he keeps following and I knew I had to do something so I held my sister and gently pulled with me to The first turning which turned out to be a fairly busy street but Mr creep turned with us too and kept following .I was contemplating Turning around and telling the Asshole to quit! But what if he had a gun.

We decided to just keep taking any turn we saw.the last turn we took was a very busy street.so I told my sister we should hide behind a car.we did and the idiot Walked past obviously looking for us and I could see something shiny in his jean pocket am not very sure what it was ,I could only see it shine because a street light kinda reflected on it.

When I was sure he had gone far.we traced our way back and ran like Hell.I suck at running but I couldn't believe how fast I was that day ....the things you can do when adrenaline kicks in. I never walked in that area at night again.EVER ,I was too spooked to.

I thought i'd share this story as it gives me shivers every time i tell it. I met my gf last year and she lives in a little village in greater west London and told me of the horrible things that have happened down a country lane near her, this one though really gave me the creeps.

So a woman in her early 30s is driving down this country lane at night on the way home to her boyfriend. After about 10 mins of driving down it she comes across a pram in the middle of the road. She is very creeped out by this but her conscience wont let her drive away without checking it. She proceeds to get out the car and check the pram. The pram is empty but she feels as if she is being watched. She moved the pram to the side of the road and jogged back to her car, she got back in and continued to drive home.

After 10 seconds of driving full beam lights from the car behind her are blinding her rear view mirror. The car is driving erratically and incredibly close to her. The woman is now terrified and calls her partner to ask what she should do. He instructs her to come back immediately as now she is only 4 mins away from home. For the full 4 minutes, which must of felt like an age, the car behind did not stop following her.

Eventually she reached her house and ran to the driveway where her boyfriend was waiting with a bat in his hand. The car that had been following her pulls up too. A man stepped out and the boyfriend ran up to him shouting in his face "The hell you doing following my girlfriend!?" very calmly he replied "I saw her get out and check the pram....and when she wasn't looking...a man climbed in the back seat".

Apparently the man was still there when they checked and was arrested. Turned out to be a Gypsie with a plan to rape and kill someone. Annnnnd theres those shivers again.

When I was 10 years old, I went with my mom to get something from a friend's house. We got to the house and my mom told me to stay in the car. Just as she said that, the radio turned on and a voice came out.

"Don't stay, young one." it said. My mom was freaked out. So she took me inside.

There was a knock on the door a few minutes later, it was the gardener. He said that he was mowing the lawn when the mower hit a rock. It jammed the machine and one of the blades flew out.

It flew through the window on the passengers side of our car. When the went outside, I saw that the blade had destroyed the window and had embedded itself in the seat.

The scary part is: the passengers seat is where I would have sat if I had stayed in the car.