Life is full of unforgettable encounters with individuals who leave an indelible mark on our memories. But beware, some of these encounters are more chilling than you can imagine. Whether it’s a chance encounter on a dark street, an unsettling conversation with a stranger, or a series of events that escalate into a nightmare. These firsthand accounts will send shivers down your spine and remind you that reality can be scarier than any horror movie.
The story began at around 6:30 PM, I had finished eating and decided to go on a run, as usual. I always use the same path, cross the street, run for about a kilometre, and pass the gate that goes into the woods. Something important to note is that the trail I use in the forests is separated about halfway through, one path is paved, and the other isn’t. I usually go into the un-paved path first and then turn into the paved one after about 3 KM
Nothing ever really goes wrong, I meet some rare people walking their dogs, but other than that I’m pretty alone. At least, I thought I was. I had been running for a while now when I heard a notification coming from my phone. An airdrop notification. Since I didn’t want to make it look like I was worried, I kept running for a couple of minutes and then stopped to “change the music”. I opened the airdrop dreadfully, who the heck was sending me stuff, I was pretty sure I was alone. I clicked on the drop and my heart sank. It was a Snapchat picture of me running with the caption “You look good” I didn’t turn around. Instead, I kept running like nothing happened until I reached a certain point.
You see, the forest is surrounded by a fence to stop children from coming in unsupervised, and I didn’t like that rule when I was little, so my friends and I cut a hole in it. When I was aligned with that hole, I quickly turned and buried myself in the forest, aiming for my escape. I could hear ruffling behind me and I still didn’t turn back. When I finally reached the hole, I jumped through it and absolutely booked it to the fire station that was a couple of streets down. The last things I could hear when leaving the forest were an angry huff and metal meeting metal.
I still don’t know who it was or what they wanted from me, but I never ran into this forest again. So, creepy stalker guy or whatever you are, I truly hope we never ever meet.
I woke up in the hospital in the middle of the night to a nurse saying he needed to replace my IV. He jabs me 2 or 3 times but doesn’t hit a vein, so I ask if he could get someone else to try. He says no and keeps going. As he is doing this, he is pushing and wiggling the needles around under my skin saying he is trying to get the vein.
By the 7th or 8th needle, it registers that he is intentionally trying to hurt me. I ask him, “Why are you doing this?” he just says, “It’s your own fault you’re here.”
I was too weak to fight back and it was the middle of the night, there was no one else around I could call out to. I have no idea how many times he ended up puncturing me in the end.
The next day a different nurse was taking out my IV. She was horrified because she said it was the biggest needle she’d ever seen used on a “living” patient (not sure why you would use needles on a dead patient, but that’s what she said).
A lot of people shrug this off when I tell them about it, but it was so terrifying being alone, helpless, and knowing that the person who was supposed to care for you hated you and wanted to cause you pain. So yeah, a night nurse who loves huge needles and hates mentally ill girls, let’s not meet again.
My mother, younger brother and I went to go see a movie. He wanted to see the new Sonic film and I didn’t really want to so I went to see the Birds of Prey movie. I had already seen it but I wanted to enjoy the cinema popcorn and hotdog and quite frankly wanted to watch it again. I had gone off by myself to the viewing room and it was completely empty. Just me in there so I felt relatively safe being able to see the whole room given I was also at the very top. It was pretty amazing to have an entire room to yourself until it’s not.
About halfway through the film I went to the restroom, the soda didn’t last long. So I went and once again it was just me in there. Every room was in current running progress so nobody wanted to miss the films. As I was finishing up there was an elderly woman at the sink, about 70. I thought I was alone but I suppose not. She was washing her hands right next to me, moving from her original spot. Now, for context, before I say what she said to me, I’ll give you a brief description of myself. I have black hair, green eyes, relatively sharp features, high cheekbones and arched brows. Yeah, a typical Disney villain (which I somewhat blame for her response). I think I’m somewhat attractive but nothing to lose your marbles over.
She had looked at me with the most subtle but unnerving grin, still with her hands under the water but not doing anything and said “Young lady, you are quite a gorgeous girl.” I said thank you and she went on to say, “A beauty like that is only something an evil thing can have. Your eyes are just so hollow and soulless” She continued with that same d*mn smile. I was seriously starting to get creeped out but I do live in the Bible Belt of Texas so I chalked it up to her being a nut job. But then she got closer and said, without a smile “You shouldn’t have that beauty.”
I hurried and left as soon as I possibly could. I didn’t like being alone with that woman anymore and I waited outside the restroom where it was populated but she never came out. After 5 minutes I went back to the viewing room and was paranoid for the entire rest of the film. I could not get that crazy lady out of my head. Like, who says that to a kid? I seriously considered getting exorcised by a priest after that encounter. After that, I told my mother and she didn’t let me go alone until I was at least 16. Never do I want to see that woman again. I still get paranoid after that anytime I’m alone in a public restroom, in fact, I avoid them altogether. Still don’t know what to make of it.
So when I was 7 years old, I went to a small school in our little oilfield town in Alberta. there was this guy, named Daniel. I don’t know if that’s his real name, but when I think of him my mind defaults to that. Well, Daniel had slept with my mom ages before I was even conceived and somehow had in his brain that I was his child. Full-blown delusional.
So, Daniel decided the smart and rational thing to do, was to stalk me. Hardcore. He apparently plotted out a map to my school, he knew my name, he knew how old I was, he knew what I looked like. I have no idea how he got this information. My mom never really used Facebook and he lived in a different province. I had never met this man before. Daniel decided that one day he wanted to take it a step further. He had been ranting to his wife about me and kept telling her I was his kid, and that he was going to drive from British Columbia, all the way to Alberta, to come get me and bring me back to BC with him. He was convinced I was conceived earlier than I was, and I was his kid and my mom made some conspiracy to hide the fact I was his kid.
His wife decided to call my mom and warned her, and my mom decided to put safety measures up like making sure I was in groups, and I had to be home by 4, etc
I was only told about all this when I was about 14, and still don’t know all the details. Obviously, he never went through with his plan.
So Daniel, who for some reason thought I was his kid. Let’s not meet.
Right outside my apartment smoking a cigarette, an unknown person snuck around a corner and sprayed me with pepper spray while I was looking at my phone.
I could make out a tall, thin man with a backpack walking away with his hands in his pockets before I lost the ability to keep my eyes open. There were no other people on the sidewalk in either direction.
I didn’t see his face. He didn’t say anything, or try to take anything from me or grab me. He didn’t even stick around to watch me be all messed up. I just.. walked away. Like nothing happened.
I’m very thankful that I was able to feel for my keys and get back into my building, but then I started to realize that I could have permanent damage if I didn’t get to a sink. I couldn’t find the key to my studio. I was starting to not be able to breathe.
I pounded on every door I could feel until my neighbor, whom I had never met before this moment, opened up for me. She let me bust into her bathroom and toss water everywhere. I felt so terrible for just commandeering her bathroom and bringing in that smell to her place, but I will be eternally grateful to this lady for helping me and calling the police. They didn’t find him, and now I’m wondering if this was random or if this dude was waiting for me.
So, to the **shole who randomly attacked me for who knows why, let’s not meet.
I was standing in line at the local pharmacy to get my prescriptions. This is a small town and I am a regular there, so they know me on sight. I was behind a couple of other people in line, and there were a couple of people behind me.
I kept feeling a tickle in my hair at the back of my head, but every time I looked behind me, the guy there was a few steps back and looking at the floor. This happened several times by the time I was at the front of the line. The pharmacist told me she wanted to talk to me about my medication in the consultation room they had at the time (since converted to a bathroom). I thought this was weird because we both knew I had been on this medication for years and would be for life. Nothing new.
I get back to the room and close the door, and she comes in from the door on the other side that leads to the pharmacy. She told me that the man behind me had been stepping forward, sticking his nose in my hair, and smelling, before stepping back and looking at the floor. This shook me pretty badly as this is such weird behavior, especially in my little town.
The pharmacy staff insisted on having me wait there until the guy was distracted (by another pharmacy employee), and they had a security guard walk me to my car and watch me drive off, to make sure I was gone before Hair Sniffer came out and saw what I was driving and what direction I was going.
I still use this pharmacy and some of the same people still work there. I will always be grateful that they took the initiative to make sure I was safe that day.
My brother and mom both had a habit of waking up in the middle of the night to use the bathroom. I only knew this because I was always a light sleeper and they just couldn’t help flushing with the door wide open. This night, however, my brother stopped on his way to his room and came back towards the bathroom, “I’m gonna try to pee before I go to bed. The past few nights I’ve been too afraid to walk to the bathroom. I keep seeing a man wearing stripes at the end of the hallway.”.
Years later, when I was about 18, my mom and I were having a conversation in her car about a dog we had for a very short time when I was little. We were sharing stories about Max’s tendency towards destroying my shoes and other unruly behaviors when my mom blurted out, “Do you remember that time I opened the front door for the cops and Max ran inside to the kitchen and started tearing open that big bag of dog food we had?”. This really caught me by surprise, because in all the years I lived in that house we never once called the cops (gun owner family in a quiet, rural WV neighborhood, etc.).
I asked her what she was talking about and she looked equally surprised as if she had just revealed something by accident. “Oh, that’s right! I never told you because you were too young at the time. One night, I woke up hearing noises outside my window and when I looked I saw a man staring into my bedroom.”. She went on to describe how turning on the lights caused him to take off running and how she grabbed my dad’s pistol before calling the cops. “I can’t remember all the details I gave them when they showed up… tall white male, wearing a striped shirt and jeans, short dark hair… something like that. They said it matched the description of a man they were looking for in the area. It turns out he had escaped from jail on a m*rder charge.”
Now, I know it sounds so obvious hearing those two stories back to back, but it wasn’t until a few years ago, in my mid-twenties, that I pieced together that my brother had unknowingly warned us about a m*rderer who spent multiple nights casing our home.
I was watching my daughter’s kids while she and her husband go out of town. They have a teenage daughter (let’s say her name is Alyssa.)
At like 3 am I‘m woken up by a weird rustling sound and look out the window and see movement. I saw a boy emerge from the bushes on the side of the house. I saw a bike tossed on the lawn that definitely wasn’t ours.
So I went out on the porch, flipped the lights on, and said “Can I help you?” In my classroom voice.
He walked up closer to the house and said “Yeah I’m looking for Alyssa.” I gave him a disapproving glare, hoping he’d realize he came looking for a girl late at night and a grumpy old person answered, it’s time to split.
I’m thinking what must’ve happened is Alyssa knew her parents were going out of town and maybe before she knew I’d be staying over told a secret older boyfriend to come over.
It was late and I was alone with several kids so I didn’t want him coming any closer to the house. I also thought it was weird he came so late and wanted to be sure Alyssa actually wanted to talk to him. So I said “I’m sorry. Who?” And he said, Alyssa. You know, Alyssa Lastname. This is her house.” I thought, he knew her full name, they must be at least friends.
I said, “You wait there.” He started to walk up and I felt a sick burning in my gut. Instinct kicked in. I yelled “NO! STOP. FREEZE” Then readjusted and said “You stay right there. This is private property don’t take a step closer. Wait. There.”
So I go in and Alyssa is asleep just one room over from where the rustling first occurred and I wake her up and say something to the effect of “I don’t know what the big idea was to have friends over this time of night but you tell them to go home.” She has no clue what I’m talking about.
I say “There’s a guy outside asking for you.” Confused, she gets up and goes to the window. She sees him and goes white as a sheet.
“He asked for me?” “Yeah.” “By name?” “Yes.” “Call the police. I’ve never seen him in my life.”
I called 911 immediately, but as I was on the phone with them, Alyssa started tugging at my arm. “He’s coming up!” I had younger kids in the house to think about so I kept the door latched and pulled it just open enough for the latch and yelled “I asked my husband and none of us know an Alyssa Lastname. Leave my property or I’m calling 911.”
He got angry and started yelling for her to come out. Thankfully the police came pretty quickly and when he heard the sirens he grabbed the bike and ran off. I watched where he was running and he jumped into the passenger side of a car without headlights or front plates and sped off.
The police followed in the same direction once I pointed them. But they didn’t get him. They advised us to take all her social media details offline if she was sure she didn’t know this person and said they’d had a couple of similar reports recently and were looking into it.
I got a heavy-duty lock and she slept in my room for the remainder of my visit.
One day, when I was an elementary schooler (I think probably 3rd or 4th grade), I was awoken by my mom in a rush. She had overslept, and since she always woke me up in the morning, this meant that I too overslept and now there was just no way I was gonna be ready for school early enough to get on the school bus.
So I’m sitting there at the dining room table eating breakfast, still in my pajamas, and it’s now about 6:50. We hear the bus pull up, about 10 minutes earlier than usual. My mom peeks her head out of the door, into the foggy morning and waves the bus on. She closes the door and comes back inside, but the bus doesn’t pull away.
There’s a knock at the door, and Mom opens it to find a man in a bus driver’s uniform. He explains that he’s a substitute driver because the regular driver called in sick. He says he knows he’s a few minutes early since he wanted to get an early start on the route since he didn’t know it well. Mom explains to him that she was gonna take me to school since we woke up late. He gets visibly upset and says that he can wait a few minutes since he’s already running ahead of schedule. My mom insists that no, I won’t be ready to go in a few minutes, and tells him to go on ahead. He seemed angry about this but turned around and got back on the bus and left.
I return to eating my breakfast and still don’t have my school clothes on at this point. But at 7:00 AM sharp, another bus pulls up to my house. Mom thinks this is weird and goes outside to talk to them. She comes back inside looking terrified but doesn’t really say anything about it and tells me to finish getting ready for school. At the time, I didn’t know what happened, but Mom would end up telling me a few years later.
When she went to this second bus, she found that it was being driven by my regular bus driver, and it was full of all the other kids that are usually on the route (the other bus was empty, by the way). Mom asks the driver about the substitute driver and about him calling in sick. “I never called in sick. There is no substitute driver on my route,” he says.
The driver immediately called dispatch in a panic and told my mom to go inside and call the police (which she did, without me knowing) and report this incident. There was absolutely no one doing my driver’s route that day. Whoever this was who had targeted me.
I never heard anything about it again. Not even if someone else had ended up being picked up by this mysterious fake bus driver. But chances are, had I gotten on that bus, I would have never made it to school, or back home. And if Mom hadn’t overslept on that specific day, I would have been on that bus.
When I was 19, in the early 90s, my brother and his wife were newly married and living in Baltimore. I was from Maryland but had not yet spent time in that city. I knew it wasn’t totally safe in parts, but I also knew that I was just going straight to my brother and sister-in-law’s house, so it would be fine.
Until I turned onto the wrong street. This was MLK Blvd., and back then it was a stretch of abandoned gas stations, sketchy bars, and boarded-up houses… A few people were walking in the middle of the street drinking out of paper bags. I knew that I had messed up, and instead of freaking out and getting more lost, I pulled into an abandoned gas station. There was a bank of pay phones and I parked about 10 feet from them, hopped out and called my brother.
He was impatient at first because he knew the city quite well, but it was my first time driving in it and I was trying to write down his directions as he gave them to me. Just then something caught my eye, and I looked over at my car. Three men were leaning against it. Two on the passenger side, one against the driver’s side front door. They were all staring at me with their arms crossed. I started to silently cry, thankful that I had on sunglasses.
My brother heard me sniffling and said “Why are you upset? I’m giving you directions!!” but I couldn’t tell him what was going on, as the men were within earshot. I got the rest of the directions, put them in my pocket, and walked to my car. The man leaning against my door reached up and wiped the tears from one cheek. Then he said,
“Why are you cryin’, baby? Nothing bad has happened yet.”
Without even thinking about it, I responded, fully sobbing now.
“I just shot my boyfriend, and I’m in a lot of trouble. The cops are–“
That’s all I got out. The three men had all taken off in separate directions at full sprints, away from me.
If I hadn’t been gifted with that lie from my guardian angels or whoever saved my a** that day, who knows what would have happened?
Dudes, I no longer live in Maryland, but let’s not meet again.
I was around 10 or 11 when this happened, and I was home alone. The doorbell rang while I was watching TV, so I hastily moved my bowl of cereal and got up to answer the door. It was the mailman who said we had gotten a package, but it was so big that he needed help carrying it. Something felt off about him, as he wasn’t wearing a uniform, but a dirty white shirt and jeans.
I asked him where his truck was because I didn’t see it parked out front and he said it was around the corner, and I just need to follow him out to grab my parcel. He kept telling me to go with him, but I politely said I wasn’t feeling well and that we would just get our mail from the post office. He said how much of a hassle that would be, and just to go out and get it then and there. I said I had to get my shoes on from upstairs and he waited outside. I locked the door and bolted upstairs, closing all the windows.
I called my mom to come home and explained everything. The man was still outside and he shouted at me, asking if I’d gotten my shoes. I replied that my mom was coming because she’s much stronger and could help carry the package – once I’d said that he was quick to run and I never saw him again.
They never caught him and hope that he never lured any kids and tricked them into going near that van. Dear fake, creepy mailman, let’s not meet again.
Just a little note before we get started my son looks nothing like me and I have a baby face so when people see my son and I, they see a babysitter, not a mother.
I’d just gotten off work and my husband was waiting for me with our son, who was four months old at the time.
We ordered something to go and my husband went to use the bathroom while my coworkers coo-ed over my baby at the pickup counter.
I see this older man watching us, but I dismiss it because my son usually gets a lot of attention plus he came to the McDonald’s pretty regularly and didn’t raise any red flags. He came up to us and smiled at my son and asked if he could hold him, I politely declined. He pulls a twenty out of his wallet.
“Why don’t you take this and get yourself a sandwich and leave the baby with me.” He said, trying to hand me the money.
“No, thank you.” I tried to be polite, I needed my job, we just got a new general manager and I wanted to make a good impression.
“Aren’t you hungry? It’s so hard to work two jobs. I’m sure if anything happened the parents wouldn’t blame you.” I was about to go off on him when my husband came out of the bathroom and placed himself between the man and me. “Oh, you must be the father.” He offered my husband the money but didn’t talk about taking our son.
We made our way out of the store and the man followed offering us money the entire way. My husband fed up stopped on a dime, the man ran into him and my husband stared daggers at the man until he went back into the store.
A few weeks later he came back to the store, he ranted about how he could have given that baby a better life than that young man, I told him I was the mother and that he could get his sausage biscuit somewhere else because he wasn’t welcome here anymore.
Creep that tried to buy my son let’s not meet again.
My entire primary school experience felt like a fever dream but I don’t think I could fit it all in the post so instead, I am choosing to tell the most bizarre experience in my schooling life. In my school, the language sub that I was taking had teachers leaving almost every 3 months. Some are due to finding a job with higher wages. This teacher, however, left due to his disturbing attitude to kids( 8 to 10)
This teacher is Mr John. He came to our school during the second semester of grade 5, my class. He was not only a language teacher but a PE and arts teacher as well despite not having any experience in either field. At first, he made a good impression. Cracking jokes and giving helpful advice. However one day, he started deterring to very mature topics while he was teaching. He would talk about paintings but somehow divert the conversation to body odor and what kind of object would emit such terrible smells as excrement. He would go too much into detail about excrements(nothing you learn from bio) to the point where it’s not funny but disturbing.
He later talked about puberty which at first seems normal but later talked about how puberty changes you such as your body parts, and other ‘feelings’ you get. We were 8. He then showed pictures of his ex-girlfriend when she was 17 to her selfies. She was getting married. He had her photos in a file on his computer.
The final blow was him taking off his shirt and showing every scar and injury that was inflicted on him. He forced us to look at all of them. We were so uncomfortable. Finally, I complained to the principal along with a few others. He tried to find those who complained about him. He asked around and interrogated two of my friends
To Mr John, let’s not meet.
I was in line at a stop light waiting for it to change so I could get to the school to pick up my older kids. I had my toddler with me.
While I was waiting, I heard my passenger side handle move like someone was trying to open it. I always lock my car doors out of habit. My car is older so they don’t lock automatically when I start the car like newer ones do.
I look over and there is an older woman aggressively trying to open my door. My window is cracked a bit for fresh air but not all the way down. She reached up trying to get the window to go down but couldn’t get her fingers in.
Woman “Excuse me, I need you to help me out. I need a ride.”
Now I’m all for helping people but not when they are trying to get in my car with no explanation. You just don’t do that.
Me “Do you need me to call 911?”
Woman “No, you need to help me. Let me in. Come on now. Help me out.” Pulls on the door again.
Lucky for me the light changed and I told her “Sorry but I have to go, I can’t help you.”
I drove off and haven’t seen her since. It’s the only way to get to my kids’ school, so I have to drive through that way about every day. Lady, let’s not meet.
When I was 18 I worked as a lifeguard by a small pool. Nothing fancy, I was basically just a babysitter to all ages. When adults got bored looking after their kids they sometimes sought me out, for some reason, to have a free therapy session. Mothers and fathers talking about their hardships, I know I worked as a lifeguard but I can’t save that kind of life.
One day a 50-year-old man with his two kids came to the pool. As many other people did, he went up to me and we started talking. It started with some small talk, like how he didn’t let his children eat ketchup because it has the properties to remove even rust from metals. But as the hours went by he started talking badly about one of his kids. How she was overweight, had anger issues and was “worried about boys when no one would ever look at her”. I’m not gonna lie, the last statement made me go quiet and I tried to somewhat reason with him to not speak like that about his daughter. He seemed to listen to what I had to say so I was happy that I could possibly help his kid in some way. Having a parent like that would’ve given anyone a hard time.
The next day he came back, extremely happy, telling me that I was “so good with kids” because my talk had apparently helped him. He then began the day by trash-talking his ex-wife to oblivion. Like how she had the most custody over their kids and that the kids only ate fast food at her house. I didn’t say much because I felt like it wasn’t my place to speak and I didn’t wanna create unnecessary drama at my workplace. But what set the first red flag in motion was when the conversation suddenly shifted into him wanting a “young wife”. It was as if he had tried to trash-talk his ex to get me to understand he was single and interested in a relationship with me.
The days went by and he continued to visit the pool every day. To some extent, I had the feeling that he now came every day just to see me. I was fairly creeped out by this thought so I tried to ignore it and just do my work. As the days passed he started asking more and more personal questions, like: “Where do you usually go grocery shopping?” and “Is there a cafe close to where you live?”. As I was fairly sure he was trying to figure out where I lived I kindly deflected all of his questions with something very obscure.
During my last work week, I had an afternoon shift. I asked my colleague, who had the morning shift if anything had happened that day that I should be aware of. He told me that they had to ban a man from entering the pool area because he had reached behind the counter at the small pool shop where the workers keep their personal things. Apparently, he had been denied by my coworker to get a look at our work calendar so he had tried to get a glance at it in a more “illegal manner”.
That last week I saw him twice at the end of my shifts. Standing near the pool entrance. The second time I saw him there I reported him to the pool security guards and after that, I never saw him again.
So, I hope we never meet again, you creep.
Me and my friends used to hang out in a friend’s basement, smoke the good stuff and play video games or watch movies until late at night.
My best friend at the time lived just a couple of houses down the street from where I lived and usually, it was the two of us riding our bikes back home.
There were two routes we used to get home, one through the city or the other significantly shorter one through a small forest maybe 1km, completely dark but proper forest road. That route made a 90-degree turn to cross some rails and a major unlit highway via a bridge.
We only took that route when we were equipped with lights and in a group of at least two people because there were a lot of boars and you don’t want to be on your own in case something happens.
So one night we set out to ride home both quite stoned and maybe a couple of beers in but not off the deep end.
As we got close to that 90-degree turn where the road heads up the bridge my friend who was riding in front suddenly brakes because there was a relatively large tree laying across the road. We both took our bikes and lifted them over the tree and continued.
Maybe 10 to 20 meters later we suddenly spot a fire on the side right at the junction where we had to make our turn, just the size of a small campfire.
We both got a little slower as we saw the fire and then when getting closer we spotted 6 or 7 people around the fire forming a semicircle all facing us.
All of them were wearing long white dresses or gowns with masks.
Not KluKlux-like masks but rather like a sailor’s hat with veils.
A couple of seconds went by, we were just staring at them and I guess they were staring at us. Then one of them moved towards us and we started to sprint away towards the bridge on our bikes and didn’t stop until we were on a well-lit road again.
That has been the craziest story among me or my friends ever since, but please people:
Let’s not meet again.
My family at one time volunteered at a veteran’s homeless shelter quarterly. It was with a group of people from our church. We had gone several times. I had a small baby that I was wearing on my body with a wrap while serving the food, and I would occasionally mingle and talk with the veterans while they ate.
One evening, I was speaking to two men at a table and one asked me where I lived. I didn’t take it to mean anything other than the general town I was from, which I told him. It was nowhere near where this shelter was.
But then, the other man at the table, who I had never seen before, looked at the other guy and told him exactly how to get to my house. He told him where I lived.
Then he looked at me and he said, I used to live on the hill across the road from you. I used to watch you all the time. You and your children.
So that was the last time I volunteered anywhere like that. I reported him to the shelter director. I found out later, and he DID live across the road from us at one point. I’ve never been so creeped out in my life.
I don’t have a car so Uber/Lyft is my main mode of transportation to get to work. This morning, I requested an Uber a half hour before I had to be there and the pickup was supposed to take less than 5 minutes, but for some reason, my Uber driver kept going in circles. He ended up calling me asking for directions and I was telling him exactly where he needed to go and so was the GPS in the background. At that point I was irritated and asked if there was a way he could cancel because I was going to be late, he said he couldn’t and ended up finding his way to my apartment at the time I was supposed to be at work. He kept apologizing and I would mumble “It’s fine, I just need to get there” He ended up taking me to another store that was on the way and asked “This is it right?” (It took all of me not to just blow up) I calmly gave him the directions to the actual store I work at and just told him to please listen to the GPS. We FINALLY get to my job and I’m nearly 20 minutes late and as soon as he parked I muttered “thanks”, got out, and bolted to the office to clock in.
An hour or so into my shift, one of my managers came up to me to tell me that my Uber driver has been harassing the people in the front of the store trying to get ahold of me/my manager to take fault for me being late/apologize to me. (You need a membership to shop there so he kept getting kicked out.) He tried 4-5 separate times to come in. Another hour goes by and a different manager approached me to let me know that the Uber driver had resorted to blowing up the store’s phone begging to speak to me. She had asked me to not leave alone and be on the lookout in case he came back.
I contacted Uber support multiple times to let them know and you wanna know what they did about it? They gave me a 3-dollar credit. I made sure to give him a one star so I wouldn’t get him as a driver again but it’s just scary to think that he knows where I work and live.
I was driving home when I realized a truck had been behind me for miles. Just to be precautious, I made an abrupt last-second u-turn. He did too.
It was there that I realized he was following me.
While on the phone with 911, I made sharp turns and ran red lights to try to lose him. He wouldn’t stop. Literally almost hitting my car a couple of times as he sped up trying to catch up. The 911 operator instructed me to go to a local grocery store and wait for the police. I parked right in front of the store’s entrance (surveillance cameras) and waited. He decided to park his car at a distance and waited for me to get out of my car.
All of a sudden I heard a hard knock at the window. I freaked out and it turned out to be the grocery manager letting me know 911 just notified him of the situation. He asked if I wanted to go inside the store and he would protect me until the cops arrived. I honestly feared the worst and told him no. I was shaking, but I thought ‘This maniac might have a gun. He could shoot me and everyone in there.’
Cops arrived and luckily cornered him in the back of the parking structure. I was shaking as they came to my car. My hand gripping the wheel very tightly. They arrested him soon after for a 3rd DUI and police filed a report. I didn’t know who he was. Apparently, he lived a couple of miles away from me.
Unfortunately, 2 months later I received a letter notifying me that I may be subpoenaed. I call the DMV (who issued the letter) and they notify me that not only is he free again, but that my information including my address was on the police report that was provided to him and his attorney. (Thanks LAPD!)
I now live in fear he may come any day and hurt me.