I work for a major stationary brand managing a pop up store in my major city district. We are situated in the middle of a large shopping centre, and have an open plan layout (like most pop up stores) which means people and walk through freely. The brand I work for are all about giving the best customer service, and going above and beyond the usual retail requirements to help out our customers. Being new and eager to show my loyalty, I made sure to follow this code with all customer interactions (which can be difficult in retail but nonetheless I stuck to it)
Now, the first time I met Eugene he was wearing a very old black 3 piece suit, red tie and a top hat with a feather (not shitting you). I would put him at about the 75-85 age bracket, and on this day he had grey hair and a walking stick to help him walk (important). Being in work mode, I greeted him with a “You’re looking very snappy today! Are you going to a special event?” Or something to that idea. Now, something to keep in mind is that the centre is filled with noise and sometimes makes it hard to hear. I am sure everyone has done that thing of when you heard what another person has said, you just laugh or nod rather than ask them to repeat. So when he replied quite softly and I didn’t hear what he had said I just nodded and smiled.
This was the first mistake, because (determined from the conversations to follow, as well as other people’s interactions) Eugene had actually asked me If I had been abused as a child. When I nodded not hearing what he had said, he assumed that I was saying yes to his question which opened up the opportunity for him to tell me all about his abusive childhood in great detail. Honestly, at the time I was too shocked and dedicated to staying in a professional character that I just let him go on and eventually he left. Over the next couple of weeks he would continually come and discuss this issue with me, probing me for my own details as well as asking me when my lunch break is so he can have tea with me. Yes, looking at it now it was creepy but I just thought he was old and lonely, and wasnt too bothered to give him his 10 minutes of ranting.
However, things got weird… he came in one day with completely bleach blonde hair and wearing what I can only describe as ‘young modern clothing’. He still had his walking stick, which he still seemed to be heavily dependant on. When he came up to me on this particular day, instead of diving straight into memory lane, this conversation occured…
Eugene: Do you have a boyfriend?
Me: …Hi Eugene! You’re looking summer-y today, what can I help you with?
Eugene: I said do you have a boyfriend
Me: I am happily engaged in fact, which is exciting. What about yourself?
Eugene: oh no not me, I am not interested in girls who haven’t had the same life experience as me…
Me: Well I am sure you will find someone Eugene
(At this point he starts to get uncomfortably close to me)
Me:… was there anything I could help you with?
Eugene: I have found you. Be with me. Can you marry me.
Me: Oh well…thats a lovely gesture but I am as I said engaged. Thank you though!
(I start to move away and pretend to clean, however he follows me. At this stage the centre is quiet of customers, and I am desperately trying to find a way out of the conversation without being rude or upsetting him)
Eugene: If you weren’t with him would you be with me.
Me: I would like to travel actually Eugene so probably not…
Eugene: (shouts) I WANT TO TRAVEL! When do you finish work, we can head off after that.
At this point I am in fight or flight mode and mumble something about working late. Thankfully, a passing customer comes by to ask me about a product and I move away to serve them. Eugene leaves.
After I am alone again, I call security to tell them what happened and that I feel extremely uncomfortable – they say next time I see him to call them. I also inform the other staff working in the centre what happened. Security walks me to my car that evening and I get home safely.
2 weeks pass and no sign of Eugene which is a relief and I assume he had given up.
It was a pretty quiet day on this one particular day so I decide to do some serious cleaning of our shelves. I’m cleaning for about 15 minutes on my knees before I have to grab some more paper towel. I stand up and turn, and directly behind me is Eugene.
He was so close that I could feel his breath, and even as I write this I can feel the same cold shock sweep through my body that I felt on that day. I was fucking terrified – how long had he been behind me watching? Today he was wearing all black – joggers, tshirt and even his runner were black. He had absolutely no walking stick in sight and was just staring at me blankly. I had pretty much lost all professionalism at this point and said to him I will help him after I make a quick phone call.
Thankfully he didn’t follow me to my POS station, and as soon as I put the phone to my ear he strode YES HE FUCKING STRODE off! Security answered and were actually right by were he was and escorted him out of the centre. At this point I was just so terrified and shocked that I went and stood by in a neighboring shop. When security came back he asked me how long I had known him for – I told him I only knew him as a customer and nothing else.
The Security guard then said to me the whole time he kept saying
… Somehow knew what fucking bus I took??? At that point I just burst into tears and called my fiance to come get me and called a girl for another store to take over.
Since then, he has only come into the centre a couple of times – each time security will come and inform me and hang around my store until he leaves.
This happened in May 2007, and for reference, I’m female, was 20 at the time and weighed about 115 pounds so overpowering me would have been extremely easy.
I live in a city in Northern Ireland, and at the time, I was best friends with my ex-boyfriend. My ex-boyfriends cousins band decided to play a small gig way out in the countryside, so we had to drive for about an hour or more to get to the location. We arrived, and it was literally a field amongst fields, smack back in the back arse of nowhere. Apparently, one of the members of the band knew the owner of this field and apparently we had permission to be there, I never checked so I don’t know but whatever.
There were several cars already there when we arrived (me, my ex, his sister and 2 friends traveled together) We had packed the car full of tents, sleeping bags and a ton of alcohol. The plan was to watch the band, then blast some tunes, have a bit of a party and spend the night in the field in our tents.
The way the field was laid out was kind of in an ‘L’ shape. All the tents were set up around the corner and the band had set up a generator across the field on the other side. Then beside where the tents were, there was a hole in a bush to the other field, we went through here to go to the toilet so we had some privacy from everyone.
There was roughly 30-40 people in the field, and the band started playing, we started drinking and generally having a great time. Any time I needed to pee, I went with my ex’s sister or a friend as it was a good few minutes walk to the next field and none of us wanted to go alone even though we were in the middle of nowhere.
I was sharing a tent with my ex for the night, and at about 3am I decided I’d had enough and wanted to go back to the tent to sleep, I told him I was going, and made my journey across the field to the tents.
As I got in to the tent and pulled the zipper down, I felt someone tugging at it and assumed it was my ex, until I heard an unfamiliar voice say “Let me in!” quite aggressively. I called out “Who are you?” and he said “I know you’re alone in there, you can’t hold the zipper down forever, let me in!”
Over the next minute or so, I was gripping on to the zipper of the tent and holding both sides of the fabric together to prevent this guy from getting in to my tent. A couple of times he managed to get the zipper up a bit but I always managed to get it back down. For the life of me, I have no idea how I managed to do this. The whole time we were struggling against each other over the zipper, he kept saying things like “I’m going to get in eventually, bitch” and “It’s going to be worse if you don’t fucking let me in.” – I was absolutely petrified.
Then I heard my ex boyfriends booming voice shout “What the fuck are you doing at that tent?” Then I heard a smack and a thud, and my ex called to ask me if I was OK. My ex had saw what was happening, punched the guy and he fell! He had watched me walk to the tents, and watched this dude follow behind, assuming he was going to the loo, but he kept watching him to make sure. When he saw him turn towards the tents, he came over to make sure I was OK. Thank God he did!
Anyway, a huge fight broke out and then one of the creepy guys friends ended up hitting him too haha. Turns out, he was known for this kind off creepy behaviour and had been in trouble with the law for sexually harassing women in the past. And my ex’s cousin had said that he was staying over at her house with her brother one night and she woke up to find him standing in her room watching her sleep.
I really don’t know what his intentions were had he managed to fight his way in to the tent that night, no one would have heard anything as the music was so loud, but thank goodness my ex still cared enough about me to keep an eye on me as I made my way back to the tent that night!
My ex actually bumped in to the guy a few weeks later and told me that his lip was still pretty busted up and looked like he was going to have a permanent scar from the 2 punches haha.
ANYWAYS, here’s the story about one of the creepiest things that has ever happened to me and my boyfriend.
So this all started in May 2016 when my boyfriend, Sam, moved in. He lived in Oslo, and therefore we needed a car to move all his things. His best friend Jessica agreed to help us when she got off work, which meant it was going to be a long night. Around 11.30 pm we left Oslo and started the drive to my place. Because of roadwork, we had to stop for some time, and didn’t arrive until 1 am at my place.
Because Hnefoss is a small city, it was dead silent when we arrived. We started unloading the car, and I grabbed some plastic bags and went around the house. Right as I stepped onto the small porch outside the basement I heard a sound from the woods down the steep slope. It was the sound of leaves rustling in a particular rhythm, as if someone was walking in the woods and kicking the leaves when they lifted their feet. I thought this was kind of weird, because I knew there wasn’t any hiking trail down there or any other reason for someone to be walking there at 1 am – it was just woods and an empty field.
Sam came up behind me and he also stopped, wondering why I was just standing there listening. “Shh… do you hear that? The leaf-sounds?” I asked, but he didn’t answer. Jessica had also stopped to listen at this moment. “Hear what?” Jessica asked, but before I even had the chance to answer her, Sam told her about the rustling sound. “Yeah, I hear it. What is it?” she asked, but I literally had no idea. We all just brushed it off as some neighbors or kids, even though there wasn’t a lot of neighbors that far into the woods.
About a week later, at 1 am, me and Sam sat outside smoking when I again heard the sounds from the woods. We joked about what it could be – because as I said, we’re from Norway, and creepy things just doesn’t happen here. Stupid thinking, I know. We didn’t pay much attention to the sounds, and eventually we went inside.
A week later, same time, we heard the noises again. At this time, I actually pieced together that this happen at the same weekday, same time, which was kind of strange, and we got a little scared. We joked about it being a killer living in an old abandoned house next to us, or some other creep like the ones we had read about on LetsNotMeet. We laughed, and again, brushed it off as just some kids or an animal. But still, we were somewhat afraid of what it could be.
The next week passed by without any sounds from the woods, and we completely forgot about it, until the week after. I didn’t want to smoke, so Sam went out on the porch alone. After a few minutes, Sam busts through the door. His eyes were wide and he sounded scared as he whispered “Quick! I can hear those sounds again!”
I ran outside and listened from the porch. Sam was right. The sounds were there again – the same rhythm and pace as before, only this time it sounded as if they were closer. I was a little nervous, so I just looked at Sam, who were just as nervous as me.
Still, being so sure of nothing happening to us because of our safe country, we walked closer to the slope and I shouted “Hahaaa! Very funny, maybe I should call the police to let them know someone is creeping around my house!” We both just laughed, but then we heard the sounds stopping immediately. Thinking we scared off whoever it was creeping in the woods, we enjoyed the silence and I shouted “Lol!”.
Right as I had shouted we hear the sound again – just faster and louder – and this time it sounded as if someone was full on sprinting right towards us from down the steep slope. Just imagine if you have ever tried walking up a steep hill covered in leaves, and your feet almost slipping under you because its so steep. That was the sound we could hear.
At the same time both Sam and I just turn around and run as fast as we can inside – cigarette still in hand – locks the door and turn off all the lights and falls to the floor. I was so scared. “Did you hear that too!?” I asked. Sam looked terrified and nodded. “And someone was running towards us?” I asked. He just nodded again. Right as he nodded we heard a sound that still give us both goosebumps to this date. It was the sound of boots walking on the wooden porch. I was so shocked, my mouth was just open while holding my breath – scared that whoever on the other side of the door could hear us.
Sam looked at me, and pointed to the door in panic, signalizing that he also heard it. I lifted my shoulders – I guess it’s the international gesture for “I don’t know!” We both just sat there for some time – too scared to move to the living room, when we heard a loud bang on the window next to the door. We both just sat there trying not to make a sound. Now, the way the house was built, was so that the upstairs where the lady lived was at street level, but if you went around the back, it would look like a two story house, even though my apartment was the basement, so basically just half of my apartment was the basement, if that makes any sense.
The layout of my apartment, was that when you entered the apartment, there was a bedroom to your right, a kitchen straight ahead of you, next to it was a bathroom which was between the kitchen and the living room, which was to your left. The living room was fully underground, and just had a small window by the ceiling and you could just see a flower bed and a bush… But now, we also could see a pair of worn out boots in the dark.. I looked at Sam and pointed to the window and whispered “Hva faen!” – Norwegian for “what the fuck”. Sam didn’t say anything and just looked at me, still terrified.
I’m not sure if the person outside even knew where in the apartment we were, because then he probably would have sat down to look at us.. Maybe he thought that basement and upstairs were connected, and that we ran inside and upstairs, and now the person outside was trying to look inside if he could see us.. We crawled into the bathroom and locked the door and just sat there. We didn’t have our phones, so I’m not sure how long we sat there. We sat there listening, but we couldn’t hear anything.
After probably half an hour we crawled to living room and put the sofa pillows in front of the small window and called my mother to ask what we should do – and if we should bother to call the police. Stupid Norwegians, I know, we should just have called them as soon as we got to our phones. But it’s just not how we do it over here, and besides, the person was most likely gone now anyways..
My mother was kind of angry that we woke her up at 2 am, but after we told her what happened she said it was okay and that we should call the police if we felt it was necessary. At that time we were just tired, and we knew that there was nothing the police could do. I mean, we didn’t actually see the face of this person or anything other than his boots.
We were actually planning to move anyways because of some disagreements over rent with the lady upstairs, so I didn’t ask her if she noticed anything the next day. We moved out like a week after.
14. After this experience, never going on a dating app ever again
For some back round information, I live in a small apartment complex, right outside my campus, with some friends. I am also a 20 year old girl.
So, all my friends where always bashing on me for never meeting up with any boys, or going. I had gotten sick of it. I didn’t wanna be the little friend who stayed home and eat pizza while my friends where out on dates with boys. So, I signed up for Plenty of Fish.
Now, I’m not the type of person who would say yes to any random stranger. They had to be nice looking, they had to have plenty of photos of themselves, and we both had to have at least 2 common intrests.
So, with those rules in my head, I psyched myself up to join the world of online dating. Within a few days, I already had 2 boys I was talking to. One said he was a doctor (kind of hard to believe because he was 20) and one said he worked as a construction guy. (easier to believe) I didn’t like that the ‘doctor’ guy was lying to me.
But one day, (as I was getting crap from my roommates) the construction guy, who we can call Dan, messaged me on a messaging app we where using and asked if I wanted to go out for a bite to eat.
I told my roommates where I was going, and who I was with, you know, all the things someone should do so someone knows if you’ve been abducted. I even had a check in time so that when my roommate texted me if things where good, I had to say some silly code word that meant things where good. If I responded another code word, it meant ‘help me get out of this.’ and if I didn’t use code words than she would call the police for help.
So, I quickly ‘dolled’ myself up and got ready for my date. I put my hair up in a classy bun, leaving strips of it hanging down around my glasses. I put on a nice white blouse and some black pants, and I was ready to go.
I jumped in my car and headed out to the restaurant where Dan had chosen. It was just out of my town, but it was still only a 15 minute drive from my apartment.
I arrived at the restaurant and saw him almost immediately. He was wearing a nice cloths, and looked just like his photos. He was waiting just outside the restaurant doors for me.
His eyes lit up when they saw me. He walked over to me and smiled. We chatted a little bit outside (since it was summer and not cold) and then walked inside.
We ate dinner and talked about our life and things like how school was going. I got the text from my friend but since everything was all good, I sent that code word back. Dan talked about how much he liked his job and things, and altogether, it was pretty nice.
Except for one thing. Dan was boring. He didn’t do anything exciting, or really talk enthusiastic about anything, and it was boring. It was an average date, and I honestly didn’t care to go on anymore.
The next day I woke up to the feeling of my phone vibrating non stop. I looked at it and realized it was vibrating so much that it had fallen off my dresser. I almost laughed. Then I saw all the messages where from Dan. At first, they where all saying how much fun he had had, and that he would really like to go out again. But then the messages took a turn. They got violent, and angry that I wasn’t responding. It was seven in the fricking morning. I was SLEEPING. I noped out of that situation. I texted him back and said I had been sleeping, and that no, I was not going on anymore dates with him. I was just about to block his profile on both sites when I got a finale message. “Watch you back.”
At first I was really creeped out, but then I thought that since I had him blocked, and all my accounts where deleted he could do nothing. Wrong. Later that day I saw a text from a random number, telling me how pretty I looked in my blue pjs. I glanced outside just in time to see non other than Dan, running down my road.
“How the hell did he get my number.” I thought wearily. I blocked that number and continued what I was doing.
Later that night, I fell asleep pretty early, and woke up to my phone text alert going crazy. It was from the number I had just blocked, earlier that day. There where dozens of messages, saying how I was going to get “it”. I quickly showed all my roommates the messages. They all told me that I should go to the police, but since I was a stupid person, I didn’t.
I blocked the number AGAIN, and went back to sleep. But once again, I woke up to my phone buzzing. I didn’t wait. I jumped in my car and drove all the way down to thee police station. Once there, they told me that they couldn’t do much to help me, and just told me to block the number. I did. At least I had it on record.
Nothing happened for a few days. The number stayed blocked on my phone for a while. abut then the pictures started. They where pictures of my house, of me in my house, my car, my work. I went back to the police and finely, I was able to get a restraining order against Dan.
I never received any messages from Dan again after that. I now never ever use dating websites.