What's the craziest/creepiest thing that has ever happened to you?

here's a scary story.

(I am a guy)

I was in Atlanta 1996 for the Olympic Trials.

I went into town to check some things out and was walking back to the MARTA station to take the train back to the hotel.

Some guy in a station wagon drives by yelling out "hey!"

Then he comes around again and stops and starts talking to me. The way he was talking I thought he knew me, I though he was a coach or something.

He asked if I needed a ride, I said no.

He insisted it was no problem.

SO I GET IN.

Yes, I really got in a car with someone I don't know and I wasn't even looking for a ride.

He says he'll take me to the hotel. He asks what I am in town for. Alarm in my head. He really doesn't know me.

I mention the track meet.

He asks if I like to go out. He asks what kind of clubs I like.

He then asks me "what are you...straight, gay, bi?"

I say "straight" quickly and firmly.

He says "I'm bi". He was kind if a big guy.

I cannot tell you how scared I was at that moment but I couldn't show it. I look back in the back seat for ropes or hand cuffs or whatever, nothing there.

We stop at a light and I wonder if I can unlock the door, take off my seatbelt, open the door and jump out before he can grab me.

I decide not to risk pissing him off and not getting away.

I ask to be let out at the nearest station because I was planning to go somewhere else. He still wanted to drive me where ever I needed to go. I insisted that I really had to use the train.

He took me to a station and he let me get out.

I could not have been more relieved at that moment.

I was running 15 early one morning in Buffalo on a dark spring morning in the early 80s. I was shirtless. Two of Bflo's finest roar up and accost me, asking if I was a cat burglar doing a string of recent heists. I said I am a college prof. They didn't believe me because I was too far from home. They then pawed my arm to see if I was sweating. I asked them where I would hide the contraband. I told them i could define that. I said I'm calling my attorney when I get home. They asked who he was. I answered and they laughed because he is part of a legendary civic family and they didnt believe me. Later, he called the chief and asked him to rattle their cages. Being from the sixties, I have never liked cops, esp fat fascists like these thugs. They also interrupted my run.

OK- we were in Florida on vacation sitting on a bench at the beach (three of us, two if us asleep- we had a long night out)

Some old, creepy, fat guy comes up and starts telling me about his "friend" at his apartment. Then he asks me if my friends and I want to go see his "friend".

Our long night out included getting chased out of a strip joint by a guy with a gun for not tipping the dancer enough.

She wasn't wearing ANYTHING- where were we gonna put it? (I mean the money).

A couple of friends and I went to the old Pleasure Island at Disney world. We went to the big dance club with the spinning dance floor (if anyone knows what I'm talking about).

Long story short: Two of my friends got drugged!

Only two drinks in, they were falling on the floor. One fell getting of the spinning dance floor, so we laughed at him, until we realized how bloody his face was. The other made it off the dance floor and went to the bathroom. I found him in there on the floor mumbling "watch." I couldn't actually understand it at the time, but he meant that someone stole his watch while he was incapacitated on the bathroom floor.

Scary shit.

I heard one, a father is laying in bed after just waking up, he grabs the baby monitor and walks to his desk in his office at home, he has his baby on the baby monitor and hears his wife singing to her, he cracks a smile as he hears his wife “Go to sleep… go to sleep…” When suddenly the front door opens up and his wife comes in with groceries.

In high school, me and a friend went to my parent's cabin for the weekend to do some fishing. The cabin is pretty isolated and back in the woods of northern Wisconsin. Late at night, we started hearing weird sounds outside the cabin. The sounds got louder and intensified over the course of an hour or two. We both got extremely unnerved when we heard footsteps on the front porch and someone started to rattle the front door, like they were trying to break in.

It turns out that our other friends got whiff that we were at the cabin, and they were trying to spook the hell out of us. It worked. I'm leaving out a lot of details, but they did a good job of making me think that a maniac was busting into the cabin, bent on killing us.

To this day, it's the only time that I've ever actually feared for my life (it's not a good feeling). 20+ years later, I still get unnerved being at my parent's cabin after dark...all because of that night's events.

This happened a few years back when I was like 23 or 24 at the time.

My best friend has to go to a family wedding so he has asked me to dog sit his dog for the night. He lives in a somewhat safe area but its right beside a main street that hookers frequent and there are a few crack houses in the area. I know that sounds bad but its not that bad compared to other places here. He always had troubles with his neighbors wandering around his back yard so I was pretty used to seeing them. I have been going there for over 15 years so I knew everyone around his area

It was in October, (who has a wedding in October anyways). It was quiet the dark night and rainy. I was just sitting there watching TV when I hear this sound. Did not think much of it and continued to just hang out with the dog.

The noises kept getting more and more intense so I figured it was one of his crack head neighbors up to their usual tricks and all. Mind you I was a little creeped out as it was close to midnight now and did not want to go outside and have a look.

So this continued for like 30 more minutes and I was like "oh what the hell" ill go outside and have a look. I go out with the dog and look around the house and do a quick walk around the area.

Nothing unusual to report. As I am heading back inside tho, I look at the storage and the pad lock looked like it was tampered with. Since it was so dark and still rainy I didnt want to stand there and investigate any further. So I went in and called my friend and he said he would be home soon and we can have a look together.

Sure enough, the lock was broken but nothing was stolen. Now its not that big of a deal but if anyone has ever delt with someone that is high on crack, you know they have super strength and so outr of control when things get unsettled and it takes around 5 ppl to take them down ( i know this as I had to do that once at a job I worked in at a local grocery store). Never did figure out if it was just his neighbor or someone else. Nothing too crazy but its always that "you never know what could have happened" like if I came out and caught the guy trying to break the lock, maybe he would have just attacked me to stabbed me with one of his needles. Who knows.

On the night of April 21st 1994 I had a dream. I cant ever remember having a dream about my little brother, but I had one that night. I was driving down a city street and there was a line of people on the sidewalk like they were waiting to get in somewhere. The line had thousands of people in it, in various states. Some looked perfectly fine, some looked ill, etc.

As I'm driving past all these people I look over and see my little brother in the line. He looks as though he had been beaten up badly-bloody as hell, clothes torn to pieces. He is smiling and waives at me. I can't stop the car, and neither of us seems to be able to speak as I am forced somehow to keep rolling by.

I woke up and not 30 seconds later my phone rings. I knew what the call was going to be before I even answered it. My brother had just been killed in a motorcycle crash only minutes earlier.

Is this real, man? I mean, can you please be honest?

Are you from WI?

Ran for a small school in the midwest. We were out for a 14 mile Sunday run and this low slung 10' wide sedan ripped by us a few times, swerving and throwing dust at us. One of the guys flipped them off. The car stopped and two rather disheveled men and a woman sitting were in the car. Kind of Mansoneque. The driver leered and said, "What you doing there?" We waved and ignored him so didn't bother us anymore.

The next year there was a bank robbery-double murder in town and I recognized this guy's picture as the perp. Creepy.

This happened 2 months ago. I'm 19, male and not too muscular. Also, this all happened in Romania (which is my home country).

I always was a paranoid guy. When my dad would come home the first thing I'd do would be to lock the door. Even when he went out for 2 minutes, I still locked the door. He thought I was weird, but honestly I didn't give a f**k as long as me and whoever was in the house was safe.

Fast forward 10 years and it's the beginning of summer. Me and my girlfriend were both working at a bar. She worked during the day, me during the night. So, when she was going home, I was going to work. Everything was normal, but one day, me being paranoid as I am, I saw a stereotypical black car just next to the bar. I got closer to the car and there was someone in there. I was being weird so I just muffled a "sorry".

After a few days, my girlfriend, we'll call her Ann in this story, told me that this black car just followed her for a while and then the driver asked her if "my full name" is her boyfriend. She didn't know what to say, so Ann said she doesn't know me. The man smiled and apologised for bothering her.

I was f***ing scared by this point, but I wasn't going to show my fear in front of a lady, right? Fast forward 2 days, the man knocked on my door. When I saw him I almost died of fear. How the hell did he know my address? I didn't open. He stood there for 5 minutes, staring at the door. I knew he could feel my presence on the other side. He left. I left shortly after, and I slept at Ann's place.

Nothing bad happened for 1 week. I thought it was over. But it's not that easy with creepers, isn't it? Jumping straight to the point, it was pretty late, 23:"" and I was walking Ann home. Well, what do you think, the black car stopped in front of us. The man got out and grabbed me by the arm. I'm a real wuss, but I wasn't going to let him do whatever he wants with me. I said to get his hand off me( I don't think he seemed pretty happy about it). He surprisingly did and another guy (really big black guy, not racist or anything but.... f*ck it) got out of the car.

Ann called the police before he got too close, and they drove off. As I said, nothing happened for 2 months, but I still feel like I'm being followed. I've alerted my family and friends to be on the lookout.

In 1972 I was driving a cab in San Francisco at night when I was held up at knife point. Two guys... one reached over from behind me, lifted my chin up and put the knife to my throat.

When I was 13 a friend and I got stuck half way up a 300 foot cliff on Devil's Slide, just south of Pacifica, Ca. That was much scarier than being held up at knife point. It lasted a lot longer.

This was just weird but one day I was walking home from taking my kids to school and a lady pulls up in a mini van. She kept trying to get me into the van. I refused and she pleaded with me to talk to her from the sidewalk then. She told me that she had been watching me for years and was worried for my life as she was really worried that something horrible was going to happen to me. She kept asking me to get in the van. She told me that she was worried that I had an eating disorder and explained that she sat in her house and worried each time that I ran by. I explained to her that I run so much not to control my weight but to train for races and that a byproduct of intense training is that over time that one gets leaner. Esp as years ago when she starting stalking me I had just had a baby and it is quite normal for a woman to get thinner after pregnancy. I did not even try to explain to her that by the standards of Let's Run I actually could lose 10 lbs. The entire conversation she tried to get me in the van. I imagine she was just a lonely mentally ill person but I was freaked out that some stranger spent so much time thinking about me. I think as runners we would like to think that we just blend into the background.

Reading this thread is more frightening than seeing a scary movie at the theatres :-0

when I was 16 my family moved to the suburbs of a big city in the Midwest

me and my brother drove to a mostly wooded park by our house to play catch and walk around

it seemed like a nice place but there weren't many cars there

out of nowhere this old fat guy walks up and pulls out his weiner and asks me to suck it, all of this in broad daylight

turns out the park was a popular gay cruising spot

Long time lurker here.

Background Info: So I live on the outskirts of a large military town, which usually comes with larger populations of low-income households and sketchy areas. That being said, the neighborhood in which I live in now is half-sketchy, half-ghetto. Behind my house is a run-down apartment complex, yet the street I live on is sprinkled with very pleasant and cute homes. It's really hit-or-miss with this area.

The way my house is set up, there is a window right next to the front doors that is an awkward length and shape, so finding a curtain to cover it has been difficult for two interior-savvy females. Thinking nothing of it, we never took the time to cover it up. Now the weirdest part of this window is that it looks down the main (and only) hallway of our house. All of the rooms, minus the living room, empty out into this hallway, so if anyone was to look inside, they could see us move from room-to-room.

The odd layout of my house and the intermingling of high, moderate, and low income areas tend to cause some interesting mixes of events in daily life, I've come to find out...

What happened: While starting getting ready for work one day, I was alone in the house as usual (my roommate is military and I work retail, so our shifts are very different). I took a shower and proceeded to walk around the house naked. *Yes, I realize this is now a stupid decision, but my roommate and I did it all the time at our old apartment which always had the blinds shut.

I go into the kitchen to grab a snack, and I hear someone open our glass screen door. The second door --a full, wooden door-- is still shut, and luckily deadbolted and locked on the handle. At first, I thought it was my roommate. But the door remained open, yet nothing else moved.

Now, red flags immediately start to fly when I hear the door open first, and the person begins to obsessively ring the doorbell. And by obsessively, I mean non-stop for a minute straight. Whoever it was could not see into the kitchen, and I couldn't hide into another room because they would see me, naked, from the window at the door.

This is when they begin trying the second door's handle and pounding on it. They went back and forth with ringing the doorbell, banging on the door, and hollering "AYE! IS ANYBODY THERE?! HELLOOOOOOOOOOO?!"

Naked, scared, lacking a cell phone (it was in the ipod dock in the bathroom) and holding a butchers knife, I was ready to stab first and ask questions later if they entered my home. This continued for about 15 minutes and with a quick peek, I could see they left, and the front door closed.

I don't think solicitors pull shit like that. And neighbors CERTAINLY don't act like that. Soooo, I don't know who the hell decided to pull a stunt like that, but they would have made a grave decision entering my house.

The window has been covered since, and I have loaded mace on the ledge next to our door.

Unknown person at my door, lets NOT meet.

I had some skank pounding down my door one night, had no clue who it was and they sounded super pissed and possibly dangerous. Think it might have been a stripper I got pregnant.