50 Truly Terrifying Creepy Stories Thatll Scare You Into Perpetual Insomnia

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1. Creepy passenger on cruise tries to break down my door

So I’m female, late thirties and I’m a travel counselor for a large tour company. We are pretty well known so I’m not going to be dropping any names for anonymity sake. That being said what occurred here is 100% for real, and yes I know everyone claims that on here but you’ll just have to take my word.

So as a travel counselor (fancy schmancy way of saying travel agent) I book many cruises, both my company and the many cruise lines offer us in the industry what’s known as a fam trip, to familiarize us with what the cruise line offers. So I was approached two weeks before the holidays with the chance to take such a trip on a four night cruise to the Baja peninsula, it left the day after Christmas. Since my husband had a big guys trip with his BFF lined up I thought perfect! My in laws have been begging us to watch our seven year old daughter so she went to grandmas and I went on a free cruise. What could go wrong? A little sand, surf, sun and while it’s winter 66 degree days are much warmer than the teens and below zeros we have up north.

The flight was perfect, the embarking went as smooth as butter. The lovely balcony room I was put on was wonderful, so far so good right? That night I’m at dinner and a Indian man sits next to me, now this struck me as odd as there were several empty seats available. He strikes up conversation, introduces himself and says he’s traveling with his elderly parents, sister and her family. He’s 26, works in communications and attended college in London. He seems nice, we have a lovely conversation and I throw in their that I’m happily married, have a child, etc.

Finally his family arrives to eat and we part ways, I figure I’ll never see him again. The next day I get off at our port, I signed up for a Segway tour and who do I see in line my new friend and his father and I assume his oldest nephew. He of course waves at me, and we make simple chit chat before starting our tour. After the tour there was the opportunity to walk around.

I chose to browse the shops and get some pizza however I felt I was being watched or followed. I turned around a few times but didn’t see anyone, I shrugged it off and went about my day.

I go back to the ship change into my bathing suit and go lay out on the deck, it’s a perfect seventy two degree day and my skin loved the vitamin D, I order a drink and put in my wireless headphones. I’m dozing when I feel hands roughly shake me, I jolt sitting straight up. It’s my “friend” although he’s frowning, staring at me disproving, he angrily tells me I’m not allowed to show off my body and that I’m disrespecting him and his religion by acting like a slut. By now I have two cruise employees I’m friends with (I have taken many cruises and get to know the employees) who hear the commotion and are telling him he needs to leave me alone. Never mind I’m embarrassed, I tell him I’m a married woman, and what I do isn’t any of his concern. As he stomps off, he informs me if I was his woman I’d be sorry.

I figure I won’t have to deal with him and the next day is perfect, no sign of him we are at sea and I hang out on my balcony sunning and dozing.

That night after a few martinis at the piano bar I settle in my room for the night after talking with my hubby through Facebook messenger. I’m about to doze when my door starts shaking, it sounds as if someone is violently running into my door. I throw a robe on and look out the peep hole. It’s the Indian guy, he looks crazed. It was formal night so he’s in formal wear, hair mused, red faced screaming profanities at me. Luckily the guy across the hall a pretty big guy opens his door and tells the creep to get the hell out of the hall before his kids were waken up. Indian guy gives one last profanity and then leaves.

The next morning the guy across the hall tells me something terrifying he swears the guy had a steak knife in his hand.

I inform the cruise director but I’m not sure what happened after that.

I only saw him one more time on the cruise as we were disembarking, he was carrying one of his nieces and luckily didn’t see me.

2. Craigslist roommatealmost slits my throat

When I was 21 I transferred to a college in San Francisco. I checked out a room for rent on Craigslist. It was in a really nice two bedroom apartment. It was cheap rent and close to campus, so it was the ideal spot.

The girl who lived there was 29 and her name was Beth. She was tall and wide, and she had jet black hair and wore pale makeup. She seemed nice, although a little quiet. But she seemed to like me, and agreed to let me move in. So far, so good.

My first night there we went out for pizza, and that’s when I could tell that something was a little bit off with her. Throughout dinner she kept telling me how much I look like Shia LaBeouf. I didn’t know what to say, so I just shrugged it off with a – Thanks? I mean, I look nothing like Shia LaBeouf, so it just didn’t make any sense to me.

When we got back home she asked if I had seen her room yet. I said no, and so she took me to see it. Her walls were covered in posters of Shia LaBeouf. She even had printed out photos of him all over her mirror. She owned all his movies. I didn’t know what to make of it. It was creepy. The whole night she had been saying I look like him, and now it’s obvious to me that she’s obsessed with the guy.

A few weeks passed, and I never really saw her that much. We didn’t spend any time together really. She would come home from work and practically run to her room. She would spend the whole night in there. She had this creepy high pitched giggle, and I would hear her giggling through the walls all night. I wondered what the hell she could possibly be doing.

Occasionally she would come out and talk for like 2 minutes, and she would always be slurring her words – so I suspected she was drinking a lot. Sometimes she wouldn’t say anything and she would just stand in the hallway and watch me in the living room. I would turn and see her and be surprised and say “hello beth” and then there would be this long awkward pause and she would give out her creepy high pitched giggle. It was uncomfortable being around her. She gave me the chills.

One night I woke up at around 2am because I heard what sounded like the front door being unlocked. I came out of my bedroom, and all the lights were off, but I could still see Beth standing at the front door. She had her face against it, and she was turning the lock back and forth over and over again. And every time she turned the bolt she mumbled my name!!! “Max Barker….Max Barker…Max Barker…”. Seeing her standing in the dark, and mumbling my name, really freaked me out. And it doesn’t help that she kinda looks like a bigger version of the girl from The Ring. I just quietly went back to my room and tried to sleep.

One night I was watching Gladiator and she stumbled out of her room and turned on the living room light, forcing me to pause the movie – which was annoying. She then asked me if I wanted to hear about her ex-boyfriend. It was an uneasy segue into the topic, but I just said sure and then awkwardly sat back to listen to her.

Ten minutes into her story and she was so riled up. She was screaming at the top of her lungs about their breakup. I was worried that the neighbors were going to call the cops – and she wasn’t listening to me when I was asking her to lower the volume. Amidst all of her screaming, one thing she said really freaked me out – she was in such a fit and yelled: I’ll slit his fucking throat.

That was a big game changer. Suddenly I had no idea what this girl was capable of. She was practically a stranger, and everything I had seen was becoming alarmingly disturbing. After a few more minutes she told me thanks for listening and she startled doing her giggle.

I got out of there pretty fast, and went to my room to go to sleep. I had a pretty unsettled feeling about being in the house with her, and what’s worse is that there was no lock on my bedroom door. I pushed the edge of my dresser in front of it, to act as a little barricade.

I woke up in the middle of the night to the sound of my dresser scraping against the floor. Beth was pushing the door open! I turned on my light – shouting at her to stop. I could see her through the opening of the door. She was so drunk, and had this insane look in her eyes.

I pushed the door closed, and yelled at her to go to bed. I could hear her walk back to her room, but I couldn’t fall back asleep.

The next morning when I went out into the hallway my heart dropped. I saw one of her steak knives was on the floor by my door. I got goosebumps all over my arms. All I could think about was her saying she would slit that guy’s throat. I confronted her about it, and she said she didn’t remember trying to push my door open. She said she didn’t even remember telling me about her ex.

I had enough. My lease was month-to-month, so I found a new spot and moved out. About a month after I moved out she contacted me. I was at the movies, and my phone was off. When I got out I turned my phone on – and to my shock I received in 40+ text messages that she had sent me over the past two hours. They were all just insane texts that ranged from everything between “Hi how are you?” to “I fucking hate you!”. It was insane. I didn’t respond, and I never heard from her again.

I always wonder if I hadn’t set my dresser in front of my door, would she have quietly come into my room and slit my throat? It freaks me out.

3. Creepy neighbor Keith

At the age of around 6/7, I lived next door to an old (60 or so) year old man named Keith. He would often go running around the streets as he was very fit for his age. At the time, I lived with my grandmother, she was friends with him and would often invite him round for a cup of tea and to gossip. Things were fine for a little while, until one day, I looked out of my window in my bedroom, from my window I could see clearly into his garden. He was laying on a deck chair masturbating, as I was a child, I didn’t understand, of course. I assumed he didn’t know I was there. The next day, I went to open the curtains in the morning and saw him, doing the same, again. He looked up at me and smiled, then carried on.

A few weeks later, with me not mentioning it to my Nan, incase she thought I was lying about it, I continued to see him almost daily, I started to realise it wasn’t right when I noticed he would make an effort to make me look, by doing things such as making loud noises outside and shouting my name.

Soon after it was my birthday, my nan invited him round to my party as most of our neighbours had been invited too. I was alone in the kitchen getting a glass of water when I heard the kitchen door open and saw him walk in, he was wearing gold cycling shorts which very clearly showed off everything. At the time, I thought it was just a fashion choice but now I see that he wanted people to look.

He said to me “If you were my daughter I would never let you leave the house looking so sexy. Thank you for keeping our secret.” I don’t remember my exact answer but it was something along the lines of “sexy is a bad word.” He started to pull down his shorts and I panicked and called my nan, she rushed in to see him standing over me, quickly pulling his shorts up and with an erection.

Thankfully I never saw him masturbating after this. My nan called the police and he got a warning. In my opinion this wasn’t enough for what he did. I lived next door to him for another 6 years.

4. Thank God our house has shitty wiring

A few weeks ago I was moving some stuff around in my room and accidentally broke the glass on my window. It was a small crack, and didn’t fully break, but it was enough that cold air and condensation were getting in and making my window ice up. So i threw a space heater in my room to try warming the place up. Now, we have an old house and if we have two heaters on at the same time the fuses blow and shuts off power to the back side of the house.

The other night got particularly cold so I plugged in the heater to the outlet closest to my bed. This outlet was controlled by the light switch so when I turn on the switch the heater goes on. (its one of those ones with dials not power buttons)

When it got time for bed my room was sufficiently warm so i turned out my heater. I told my parents my room was warm enough so they put their heater on for the night. Fast forward to about 2 AM and I hear some noise in my brothers room. I think nothing of it and just shake it off. I just laid there and the noise had stopped so I lay back down and try to fall asleep. Then I started hearing noises in the kitchen, which was odd as nobody would be rummaging through the kitchen drawers at this time of night.

I start to get a little worried and check my phone- I see a snap from my brother from about 1AM and he was out getting wasted with friends, so I calm down and think he just got an uber. I was wide awake at this point so I checked my texts and email, and got back on snapchat. This is when I really started freaking out.

On the stories, there was my brother, posted 13 minutes ago at a buddies house who lived more than 20 miles away. It wasn’t him in the house. Reading too many LNM stories I had put an old broken hockey stick in my room in case of emergencies. Not the best weapon but it’s what I got. So i quietly get out of bed to turn on the light to find it. I had forgotten my heater was plugged in so as soon as I flipped the switch the light went out. But so did the rest of the power. It also just so happens that on that end of the house is where our CO detector is, and when power is cut it beeps. LOUD. Whatever the case was this startled whoever was in my house and the kitchen door opened quickly. I woke up my parents and let them know what happened.

Once we got power on we noticed my brothers bedroom window was wide open. We saw footprints beneath my window, but thankfully the ice had frozen the window shut from the outside. Whoever was in my house climbed into my brothers room, and was rummaging around the house. The bags left over under the Christmas tree had been torn through and all the kitchen drawers were open.

We contacted the police who took down the information and said this kind of behavior is normal around holidays. People find empty houses and look for gifts/cash things of that sort. I don’t know what would have happened if I had come face to face with this guy.

5. “You know exactly who this is Darlin’…”

When I was 22, I moved 1,000 miles away from my Midwest home to the beautiful foothills of Tennessee. I had a new job, new car, and a nice apartment, but didn’t know a soul outside of work.

If my phone rang, I expected to hear a far-away family member or my long-distance boyfriend – still in college. This was a landline; no cellphones yet. Despite being very alone, I was managing well with the excitement of all the new things in my life. I had only lived there about 2 weeks when the unwanted calls started.

The first call: A man’s friendly voice asked what I was doing. I couldn’t place him, and thought maybe it was one of my cousins or uncles. (I have a huge extended family.) I ask his name; he laughs a little, and his tone gets dark, a bit angry. He says, “You know exactly who this is, Darlin’.”

I pause, deciding if this guy simply called the wrong number or is a creep. I choose the former, laugh, and politely tell him he has the wrong number. He then recites my brand-new unlisted/unpublished phone number AND my name. WTF?! An intense chill races through me. I’ve only given my new number to my parents, sister, boyfriend, apartment manager, and employer. I’m new to this city and this lovely southern state.

He does NOT like it when I tell him he called the wrong number, and starts yelling at me, then tells me in a much calmer voice the many vulgar things he’s going to do to me. I hang up and brush it off. He calls again around 1:00 AM; I tell him to f** himself and hang up. He keeps calling, so I unplug the phone and return to sleep.

However, as days go by the calls continue, and escalate. He starts mentioning personal things about me… said he liked the white quilt on my bed, knew what was in my fridge, that he’s allergic to cats (I had one) and then asked me if I was in love with Mari.

As I listened to his words, I was standing in my kitchen looking at the calendar taped to the fridge. It had “Mari” written in pink on the 17th with a heart around it, because Mari is my sister and the 17th is her birthday. I started shaking and crying, because suddenly I realized this creep has been in my apartment! I was alone, with no friends or family to run to for the night. It was me versus a creepy mystery man.

I didn’t sleep much that night. Early the next morning, I talk to the apartment complex manager before heading to work, telling her what happened and that I want the locks changed that day. She gets a weird look on her face, and after a long pause, says SHE KNOWS WHO HAS BEEN IN MY APARTMENT, and that “it won’t happen again.” WHAAAT???

Turns out she had a creepy, rapey maintenance guy who noticed a young woman moving into an apartment alone, and thought I was his new pet. She had the locks changed immediately, and promised that she would personally keep the other key.

Although the calls stopped, I was paranoid for a year as I came and went from my apartment, because I never even knew what this guy looked like. I moved out the moment my lease was up.

Only after thinking about it years later did I realize that her weird expression likely meant that it had happened before. Plus, she didn’t even fire him. I regret not calling the cops; I was young and naive.

6. Creepy man who drugged female friend stalkedus with a metal pipe

I am sometimes too nice to my friends. I tend to do favors for my friends even if they seem pretty ridiculous as long as it’s not terribly out of my way. Most of the time it’s “halp I’m drunk and need a ride home.”

Well one night at like 1:30AM I get the call, a very very drunk friend of mine, Claire, is begging me to come pick her up and give her a ride home soon, the bar is closing soon and she’s too drunk to drive home. The bar she is at isn’t too far from my house, about a 10-15 minute drive, but the issue is that she lives like 35-45 minutes on the other side of town. Claire has been extremely nice to me in the past and I did owe her a solid so at about 10 to 2, I grab my keys, and my concealed carry, and leave the house.

I get to the bar at around 5 past 2, and she’s sitting outside on a bench by the doorman. I pull into the parking lot, which was pretty empty since the bar is closed and I assumed that the cars remaining were the workers who had yet to leave.

I get out of the car and start walking to Claire who is kinda slumped over. I was hoping she wasn’t passed out drunk, and when I got to her, the doorman asked me if I was her ride, lmnthrowaway222. I told him yes, showed my ID for proof, and what he said next was of some concern. He kind of pulls me in and says (I’ll leave out where I interjected, and just write what he said),

“Hey, I was supposed to leave when we closed but I have a strong feeling your friend was roofied. She’s been on the porch drinking all night and some guy kept hovering around her. I assumed it was a boyfriend or whatever but she never turned to talk to the guy. She was either drinking or chatting with other girls around her. Well anyways, she chugged her last drink, came up to me and told me you would be coming to pick her up, and she asked me if she could sit by me, she told me she felt very dizzy and sick. I told her ‘sure’ hoping she just drank too much and she passed out right after she sat down. After that I couldn’t see that guy anymore but I didn’t want to take any chances.”

So visibly concerned, I thanked the guy profusely. And he even helps me carry Claire to my car. Mid way to carrying her, she’s kind of coming to, like someone just waking up after a surgery. That really groggy, not knowing where they are, talking of nonsense kind of talking. I don’t remember exactly what she was talking about, but I’m sure if I wasn’t on high alert about her possibly being drugged, it was some funny shit.

So we get her buckled in, I thank the guy again and he just says he hopes she gets home safe. So now, hoping my friend is only stupid drunk and not drugged, I start driving to her house. The whole time I’m trying to keep an eye on her, and an eye on the road. She’s now snoring asleep, which puts me at ease a bit. But, about half way to her house, my fuel light comes on. Cursing the fuel economy of a sports car, I pull into the next gas station.

It’s one of those small gas stations that doesn’t have 24 hour store. So I’m on extra high alert while I start to pump gas. The Gas Station is about a block from the freeway, and right at the corner of the intersection. The street itself is pretty dark, with lonely lamp posts shining very pitiful lights at large intervals. I get that really dead feeling, like this place is just abandoned.

To give an idea of positioning(because this is important); The gas Station is at the corner of the intersection, the Store front would be facing ‘South’ and we were right in front of it where the pumps were. The ‘East’ would be where there are the air pumps and tires and parking spaces and the ‘North’ would be a diesel fuel pump right behind the store accessible from the street behind the gas station.

I drive a corvette so the filler is on the rear end of the car, and I’m leaning against the rear looking around. To me left I hear this weird metallic scraping sound. So I turn and see this guy, about 15-20 feet from me, come around the corner dragging a long metal pipe on the ground.

I immediately sense that I’m in a possibly dangerous situation now, the guy looks almost possessed but he’s not looking at me, rather like he’s trying to look into my car.

I’m on the defensive, but hope I can get him to leave so I call out, “Hey, everything alright?”

Without looking at me he answers back, “You took my girlfriend from me, I’m here to take her back.”

Now he turns to look at me and he’s got blood in his eyes. Before he begins to take a step though, I start yelling, hoping it’ll get him to back off. I’m a little over 6 feet tall and not exactly skinny, but not exactly bulky either, but I have a really deep voice.

“Back the fuck off, turn around and leave and no one has to get hurt!”

He takes a step towards me, clearly unimpressed. So almost automatically, I pull my handgun from my inside-the-waistband holster and draw a bead on him.

“BACK THE FUCK OFF, YOU DON’T HAVE TO DIE!” I start yelling louder. Pretty sure my voice cracked because A. I’m scared shitless. No amount of self defense classes and time at the range prepares you emotionally for this kind of situation. B. Even though I carry, I’m really against violence and killing someone is not something I want to do. C. Did I mention I’m fucking scared?

Anyway, in a panic the fucker throws the pipe at me. It whizzes by (thankfully not towards my car but to my right) and I dive behind my car for cover (I have no idea if he has a gun himself or what, but I was going to put some kind of cover between me and him) and by the time I kneel up and aim over the rear of my car, he’s booked it. I hear a car door slam and tires screech, and he launches off the curb on the ‘East’ side of the lot and is tearing down the road, swaying all over the place.

In a my own panicked hurry, I pull the pump out of the car, screw the cap on, and tear out of there myself. Claire, however is still passed out in my car, and now I’m afraid because I’m convinced she’d been drugged and we were followed by that guy. Me being more concerned about her earlier and keeping on the road, I must not have noticed being followed.

The whole way back to her house I’m wary of any car that’s behind me. I’m also driving very aggressively (read: speeding like a jack ass) and when I get to Claire’s neighborhood, I circle a separate block that’s not hers 4 times to make sure no one followed me.

When I was satisfied thinking I wasn’t being followed anymore I pulled up to her house and tried to shake her awake. She’s doing that groggy waking up stuff from before, but now she’s able to get up. I’m able to walk her (thankfully, I was worried I was going to have to call an ambulance if she didn’t wake up) and I get her keys from her bag.

I managed to walk her inside, and this point she’s kind of coming around, asking me what’s going on, where she is, etc. I tell her she’s home and get her to lie down. She’s completely lost looking, and her eyes start welling up. She clings to me and starts sobbing, she’s still very out of it but I’m guessing she realizes something bad was going on or attempted on her.

I was able to get her to lie down, and she get her to sleep. I write a note for her which pretty much said “hey I’ll be in the next room, we’re going to the hospital in the morning to get you checked out.”

Fast forward to the morning, she’s sick as a dog, and after she expelled some demons from her stomach, I drove her to the hospital where she got tested and treated.

I still shudder to think what might have happened had I not had my CCW with me. I do know martial arts, but that’s not something I want to take against a crazy person with a pipe. Claire still doesn’t remember much from the night except calling me and wanting to sit next to the doorman.

My advice for your guys on this sub, either be with friends you trust when you go out or at least be vigilant if you’re by yourself. That night could have ended badly in a thousand different ways but thankfully even luckily, everyone made it out safe.

7. Customer tried to kidnap me after my shift

For reference, I am a 20 year old Hooters girl and encounter creepy guys all the time but never likes this. I occasionally get asked for my number and to go on dates by older men but always politely turn them down without really upsetting anyone. (Anyone who says anything perverted or uncomfortable gets kicked out by the way so thats a rare occurrence.)

I was working the night shift the other night and had a forty something year old man sit at my table by himself. I greeted him the same way I greet all customers; lots of smiling, laugh at their jokes, ask about his/her day etc. He was really irritated and didn’t seem to want to talk to me at all, so I assumed he was there to eat and go without all the chatting customers expect from the waitresses.

I offered a box and dessert at the end of his meal, but he just paid and got up to leave. When I brought back his change, he grabbed my arm and pulled me close and said “I want you so badly,” before letting go and walking out the door. I was so uncomfortable that I just stood there until he left. This was around 8 p.m., so I told the other girls then got over it.

We close at midnight on weekdays so by the time I was ready to go, it was about 1:30a.m. I carry a stun gun in my bag and normally have someone walk me to my car, but it was so late that nearly everyone had already left and those that were still there were busy trying to clean up so they could leave. I had parked right in front of the doors leaving my car only five feet away, so I decided to quickly get in my car without being walked.

I always lock my doors out of habit and went to check my phone which was dead. I have one of those crappy chargers in my car that only charge at a certain angle and was trying to get my phone to charge when a truck pulled up behind me blocking me in. I couldn’t pull forward because the restaurant was in front of me, and I couldn’t back up because of this truck. At first I thought it was my roommate who will sometimes come check on me if I get home too late to make sure I’m okay. It was a silver truck which is what my roommate drives, but when I turned to look at it, it was a different model which made my heart sink.

This person then proceeded to honk their horn at me over and over for a good five minutes trying to get me out of my car. When I refused because momma didn’t raise an idiot, he pulled up next to me, started knocking on my window and yelled at me to get out of my car. It was the same guy that was at my table five hours earlier. My phone wouldn’t turn on, so I switched into reverse and fast and furioused my way out of the parking lot. He started following me with his truck, so I ran a red light and started speeding. He stopped at the light, and I drove for a bit before going home in case he caught up and tried following me to my house.

I checked my car when I got home in case he hit my car and was trying to let me know, but I didn’t see any marks. I don’t know whether he was trying to rob me or kidnap me, but creepy man who waited five hours in the parking lot for me, I really hope we never meet again.

8.Once you read this, you’ll never want to make new friends…

Ok so a little info about me I’m 21 now this happened 5 years ago when I just started my job as a scaffolders labourer after recently leaving school I’m from a small city in the north of England on the border of Scotland bit of a nowhere place really

So anyways I started my job and as any young lad I was eager to make friends at my new work place and sure enough I did his name was jay he was a couple years older than me and we hit it off really well so after a few weeks he ended up coming round to my house where I lived with my Mam and younger sister (she was 13) in a bungalow (single story house)

Everyone liked jay he started to become a permanent fixture round the house he would normally pop round and I would go round his place a lot after a while my sister and Mam started to notice things going missing normally underwear but no one thought much of it as things often get misplaced.

In the next few weeks things got creepier my sister screamed out one night that there was someone outside watching her so I raced outside with my Mam to find no one there but we where all majorly creeped out we rang the police but they just advised to close all the curtains and lock al windows and doors after that we went and stayed at my grandmothers house for a few days until we all calmed down a bit

So we had been back at our home had cctv installed and the works jay helped us put it all up and he was a great help to be honest more than happy to help us feel safe in our home again

So a few weeks have passed the past incidents have been pushed to the back of our minds as best we could (it’s not healthy to torture yourself) I went outside one morning to find some footprints in the mud we went back and checked the cctv and the creepy fuck who ever it was managed to get in and out the only way cameras where not facing (I know we should have put all the facts together )

So once again we where creeped out and all a bit on edge that very same night my sister seen someone in the garden again and screened we rushed to her and I caught a glimpse of the guy we rang the police again they arrived 45 mins later ( absolutely terrible response time ) they did a check of the garden and found a phone

They brought it inside to see if it was one of wasn’t but we all recognised it to be jays the police later arrested him and upon a search of his home they found a box in his attic with my sisters and mothers underwear and lots of pictures mainly of my sister but some of my Mam he ended up being jailed for 2 years and he moved away after it

So I guess the moral of this story is don’t trust everyone.

9.Forced to kiss a man to escape his disgusting clasp

I was always a very introverted girl, And all of my close friends were over the internet. And I was dating (and still am) a lovely young man from Scotland. I lived in the South of a England at the time, and after 5 months of dating ldr I’d finally get to meet him in person. I knew he was a legitimate person, but being the anxious ball of nerves I am, I made sure to do it in a very public place. He was exactly who I knew him as, and was not the one who tried to kidnap me on that day.

He had to catch the train back to London where he was staying late that evening, and I, knowing the area like the back of my hand and having walked around it thousands of times before at much younger ages, walked HIM back to the train station, and said my very tearful goodbyes to the boy I loved. I left, crying, not knowing when I’d see him again, and made my way toward the bus stop that’d take me home. That was, until a very tall Indian man (About 6″, Roughly in his 40s) came up to me as I was crossing the street, and hugged me.

Now, I was beside myself with sorrow at my love’s departure, and the hug made me cry even more, despite all the red flags going off in my head. People in this area had been known to be quite friendly, even with strangers, and I just had to pray he was one of them. He took my hands and held my wrists so I could not walk away. I began to panic at this point, too weak to break the mans hold on me, too choked up to call for help. He asked me what was wrong and told me “A sweetheart like you shouldn’t be on the streets crying. Come with me, I can make it all better.” I immediately declined, saying that I had just had to say goodbye to my boyfriend (big mistake to tell the man I was definitely alone, I know now.) and that I just wanted to go home.

He wouldn’t let go of my wrists after that, and tightened his grip to a painful amount. He told me he would give me things that would make me feel better, and that I needed to come with him. I continuously declined, praying someone would walk down that street (usually very busy, but not at 8pm when the shops in that area are all closed.) and to my luck, nobody did. The man eventually started demanding that I give him a kiss and he’d let me go. Keep in mind, I had only just had my first kiss with the boy I loved earlier that day… and now I was being made to kiss this disgusting man, or else who knows what would’ve happened to me. I did, as much as I hated it with every bone in my body, and he did let me go, to my surprise.

I hurried away from him and ran as fast as I could to the bus stop, immediately calling my boyfriend and telling him what happened. He still beats himself up to this day about it, saying he should’ve made sure I got home safe first. I always tell him there was no way he could’ve known that would happen, and having walked that route so many times in the past I didn’t think that something like that would ever happen to me.

It still troubles me to this day, and I’m still very nervous going anywhere alone. Granted, I use the event as a comedic point towards the common statement “Never meet strangers off the internet.” But the whole ordeal definitely makes me very uncomfortable still.

10. High AF people driving up and down our rural street

So, about four years ago my husband and I decided to do some work on out house. The first thing we decided to do was fix our front steps. We had worked on them all day and as it go dark we sat up some shop lights and went inside to eat dinner. My sister, her husband, and my baby niece were all living with us at thee time.

We ate dinner and myself and my brother in law stepped out on the porch to smoke. The neighbors across from us ( we live in a very rural area on a mountain) were on vacation. We see this car pull up at their house and just sit there for a while. The car only had one head light which I noticed right away. After a few minutes and nobody getting out the pulled out and left.

So about five minutes pass and we are still on the porch this car comes back and pulls in my driveway. This scruffy, nasty, bearded man gets out and so does his wife who was twacked out on God knows what.

They come to the porch and ask if we have seen an explorer for sale. We say no and they proceed to tell us that they had directions but left them at the motel they were staying in.

I asked if he remembered their name or even some of the directions. He says they said to turn RIGHT off of the exit, which we live left of the exit. I told him this and he says..maybe it said left. Ok, maybe so. So I asked what the vehicle looks like, he says he don’t know.

Meanwhile his wife is telling me about her house which is in the same twon as the motel they are staying in. She is telling me all about it which makes me wonder why they are staying in a motel so I asked. She looks at me weird and says they aren’t staying anywhere but home.

As she is talking I see someone in the car light a lighter and see two more people in the car. At this point nothing they say makes any sense and she is high as hell. She keeps glancing into my sunroom when she thinks nobody is looking at her.

After a few minutes my husband walks outside with his pistol in his hand and asked if he could help them. When they see this the ones in the car open the door and yell at these two to come on. They say thanks and walk really fast back to the car.

For the next hour we watch them drive back and forth up and down the road. A few days after this our neighbors house was broken into and a few things were stolen. A pistol being one. I have to wonder if they were casing my house and maybe thought it was just me and my brother in law here. I haven’t seen the car since then and hope I don’t again. I told the police about them and they said they would check it out but nothing ever came of it.

Still want more scares? Proceed to page 2 here!

11. Eugene

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.

12. “I know you’re alone in there…”

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.

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