What's the most creepiest or scariest thing that's ever happened to you?

[Lara98]

I went on my first girls holiday a few years ago and it was just me and my best mate. On the 3rd day we were in the pool and these two lads came over to us, your average "love island" looking types if uno what I mean, think they're gods gifts. My mate got all excited but they didn't fuss me however she was doing all the talking and invited us to their room in the evening for "pres". I wasn't keen however my friend insisted, I said okay but on the condition it's for an hour before we go out and then we head to the strip together. I had weird vibes off them and I wish I trusted my gut.
Come the evening we went to their room and we played a few drinking games n stuff, I wasn't that entertained, I'd rather of just been wirh her enjoying our time! However they had some vodka which they insisted on us having, it was like ciroc or something. We both were unsure and I wasn't keen as it was flavoured anyway however they insisted, so we agreed on just just shot of vodka and thats it.(we brought our own drink as we didn't wanna sponge off them anyway) Come some times later and boy 1 goes off with my mate to the balcony, I don't really feel comfortable with this but they say just 5 mins - my mate was head over heels for him and wouldn't let it drop. So then I was left with boy 2 in the room. I don't know how long after but things started getting fuzzy and I couldn't move properly, like I felt weak? Next thing you know boy 2 is kissing me and putting his hands all over me. I felt so weak lile I didn't even have the energy to push him off me or shout. Then all I remember is him on top of me and his dick in me and me just laying there thinking, if I go with it it'll end soon. My mate and boy 1 then walk in on us from the balcony and shw starts shouting and screaming at us and saying to me "how could you", " you said you wouldnt" etc and then boy 1 drags her back out on the balcony & boy 2 drags me into the bathroom and locks the door and proceeds to carry on. All I can hear is her shouting at me and him but lile I said I had 0 movement in me to help myself, after a few minutes he finished in me and let me go, my mate was furious at them and at me. However she calmed down when she realised something was wrong with me and I couldn't even walk properly or hold myself up. We went to our room and I literally blacked out, i woke up with sick all over my pillow and hair & a broken toe!! Safe to say I have no idea what was in those drinks or what had happened but it was scary the outcome and what happened.

I hated the way my mate blamed me for it and made me feel guilty for something I never wanted to do in the first place! Like I said I felt so weak and just wanted it over with. That guy has also been on a few tv shows, he is not well known at all here however he is a wannabe if you know what I mean and the sight of him makes me sick.

Sorry for the length of this!

 

[ChloChlo]

Another one, which is completely bizarre and may make me sound like I need sanctioning! I am not sure if it is mentioned here but premonition dreams. I, too am a survivor of abuse, my second husband put me through 5 whole years of coercive, controlling and severe physical violence - including being tortured in marshlands, stabbed and being kicked in the face which resulted in my entire bottom lip having to be stitched back together.

When I was with my first husband and pregnant with my first child, I kept having this strange, repetitive dream. I was alone, I had a couple of kids, lived in this big house, which was massive, the back garden seemed to be shared with the neighbours, who I'd sit on the roof with (smoking, I wasnt a smoker back then) I could place two Asian looking lads. I also seemed to have a room off my kitchen which had no use and a swimming pool under my window. These dreams also used to always feature a train journey. It seemed to be the same setting, but various things would happen. I remember them so well because sometimes I woke up missing the kids and the people in my dream and being somewhat feeling "off" with my husband, like I just didnt love him, either way we went on to spend a further 3 loveless years together, we even slept in seperate bedrooms and at 24 it was no way to live and eventually went on to meet my 2nd husband when I was working as a promo girl on the doors of my uncles raves.

He was the abusive one, I was out of my depth, we also went onto having a child and spending exactly 5 years together, which nearly killed me. By the end of our relationship I was weighing just 6 stone at 5'5" as I was not sleeping for fear he would kill us and completely stopped eating through the stress. I lived off prescribed drinks. One day, while I was so thin and weak, I kept collapsing and could barely walk but my husband forced me to go on a drive with him, worried about me, said I looked like I was dying and needed to talk.

We went on this drive and all I could remember from my past life was driving down the country lane coming out of Cliffe village in Kent back to Rochester, I felt myself slipping away as I was so weak, I heard my husband say "oh look a Robin" and then looking up colliding into a black van coming head on. Then BLACK. I felt like I quickly squeezed through a hole, opened my eyes to our car facing the complete opposite way, behind the van. My husband and the driver was arguing, beating eachother up in the middle of the street but both vehicles were fine I was unphased and sat still as a board. I was so baffled by what I had experienced , but my husband was adamant we were driving back INTO the cliffe village and the man in the black van had launched himself out at my husband was was ex army and a semi pro boxer so the fight was very messy, because my husband had been "driving up his arse". Everything felt different and I felt disconnected from my surroundings, in a way I couldnt describe.

The next day my life entirely changed. My sister who I hadnt seen for years knocked on one day with her girlfriend while my husband happened to be out. She took one look at me and called the police, I was skeletonal. I was made to go to a refuge 250 miles away *on a train, like my dreams*. I spent some time in the refuge and put on a bit of weight but I was clearly mentally disturbed (but didnt see it at the time - my kids had social service involvement because I became so ill, everyone could see it but me, however at the time I used to get hysterical, as I was convinced I had died and was put on a parallel universe. And was so sad for my family on the past one that I was ripped with guilt. Now please go back to my first paragraph with my prophetic, repetitive dream, I eventually got my own house with my kids, which was huge, nothing like what I would have got down south *premonition dream big house* it had an empty utility room off the kitchen which I couldnt figure out what to use it for. I got so friendly with my next door neighbours, a woman lived there with her adult sons who were my age, who were half Yemeni, that when the wind blew our fences down we left them like that and just shared a double garden. I also bought a 15ft swimming pool for my kids which yes, was sat underneath my kitchen window. I also used to sit on the wash house roof in the evenings and smoke with my neighbours - ALL things I had dreamt of. Like I say I got extremely ill 7 years ago, getting my head to accept it, and accept my house had been seen in my dreams a further 7 years prior, I didnt realise just how ill I got, people still tell me to this day I would roll around holding my heart, I would stare into space for long periods of time or rocking back and forth. I was be constantly crying, I kept crying because no one was the same. Hysterical.

I have died and instead of my life ending, was switched onto a different universe.

 

[ComeonLen]

This thread reminds me of the podcast Let’s Not Meet, it’s full of tons of real life stories like this!

The creepiest thing that happened to me was also kind of the funniest.

I used to live quite near to central London so we’d often catch the tube to wander about up town. One time when we were about 14 we were in Trafalgar Square while there was some sort of celebration happening, can’t remember what for but it was all typically British stuff. We decided to sit on the highest step of the Lion statues to watch as Morris dancers started to perform. There were tons of people & some were sat below us. As I’m sitting there with my legs hanging over the edge tapping my foot along to the music my friend nudges me with a worried look and says that man is staring at your feet. I looked and I kid you not the man who was probably in his 60s was laying on his stomach with his head in his hands, intensely staring at my feet. I looked at my friend and just absolutely burst out laughing at this weirdo as I thought it would snap him out of it, it didn’t....

So I decided to keep tapping my foot along to the music and I realised that the faster I went the faster his head would go up and down too, and so I kept moving it faster, then slower, then faster, absolutely dieing at this man and he didn’t once look away from my foot. Eventually I got bored and being the feisty teenager I was I told my friend to get ready to leg it, I then proceeded to kick him in the face and we bolted to the tube.

 

[instasheep]

I was also about to say this, the original post was written in a very articulate manner - no need for the condescending tone... "just trying to make you consider your words a little more". The original poster never meant any malice to those with autism... no requirement to be so pertinent.

 

[ChloChlo]

I have my views on this very subject but quite afraid to air them, for the woke brigade come with their pitchforks.

There are two genders - men and women. End of. Anything in between should be, by law, whatever you were born wether you like it or not. This protects the womens rights women before us fought so hard for! I personally find the phrase "born into the wrong body" very clap trap. How would you possibly know what being the opposite gender/sex is like if you have never been it, like ever? I find it down right insulting that a man can just go ahead and "identify" as a woman when they quite frankly have no idea about it.

And this is coming from someone who has actually felt really intimidated in the presence of a trans person. It does not mean I am trans phobic. I had the displeasure to once work with one, he still had a five o'clock shadow, was built like a brick shit house and I could see his nuts exposed through his Primark leggings. Having to use the ladys loos with him/her shaking his/her tackle on the other side of the door? He was horrible. Even the manager had to have words with the way this person threw their weight around. It was all women that worked there and obviously the regular womens topics would come up all the time, monthlys, menopause, childbirth, shit loads of girly sexual banter, for someone "identifying" as a woman, he looked a bit lost in translation with the topics women generally talk about.

Just saying!

It is very insulting.

 

[Bec3007]

You are just nitpicking she went through an horrendous experience and she can describe it whatever way she wants. Imagine you are 17 and in that situation how would you describe it?

Agreed. I think too many people are way too sensitive over the word ‘autism’. I’m sure it’s difficult however people shouldn’t have to walk around on eggshells around the word.

 

[Twinkle485]

When I was 14 I went to meet what I thought was a lad off of Habo hotel. Turned out he was a 30 year old man who grabbed me and stuck his tongue down my throat. He tried to get me into his car and ask if I wanted a baby I’ve never told a soul. He sounded my age on the phone. Fucking terrifying.

 

[Deeznutslol]

When I was a kid, I woke up in the middle of the night to a hand touching my face, I immediately tried to push it off me, but I couldn’t move it, it was all cold and floppy.
I immediately assumed it was my sister, who I shared a room with at the time, trying to wind me up so I started shouting at her to get off me, but she said “I’m not on you, I’m here”, and I could tell from the direction of her voice that she really was on the other side of the room. So at this point we both start losing our shit, I’ve still got this unknown hand on my face which I’m repeatedly trying to get off of me but can’t, we’re both now absolutely terrified, so she puts on the light….
Turned out I’d fallen asleep in a weird position and given myself a fully dead arm and it was so numb that it was just like a total dead weight that I couldn’t push off of me . When we look back it was funny but at the time it was one of the scariest things to happen to me when I was younger lol

 

[Sailorontheseasea]

Not really creepy or scary but very weird, actually kind of a nice story but here goes:-

My grandad passed away quite suddenly in February, we got a call from my auntie saying he was in hospital and she didn’t think it would be long before he passed so to get there as fast as we could. I left my toddler (then around 19 months) at home with my partner and went to the hospital.

Sort of back story but my son had always been a bit weary of my grandad for some reason, always a bit scared of him (he was a big bloke, paralysed so never got up and walked about, big bellowy voice so we just assumed this scared him a bit).

Anyway, he passed around 8pm that night with his family around him, everyone obviously except my son and partner. I hadn’t let my boyfriend know that he had passed until we left the hospital around 10 but when we got home he said that our son had been really unsettled going to bed (really unusual), kicking up a fuss etc despite taking him up to bed usual time (7:30ish) and doing the usual routine. Then he said something really strange happened - our son was lying there being a bit of a rascal then all of a sudden he sat up, looked out the window from the bed, waved for a few seconds and said “bye bye” and then just laid back down and went straight to sleep. He’s never done that before and not done it since but I really like to think my grandad paid him a last visit before he went to wherever he was going. Breaks my heart but also makes me feel very comforted as my Grandad always believed in things like this happening so yeah my partner absolutely swears to me this really happened and I believe him.

 

[Apple In My Pie]

This is going to sound awful but I’ve never told a soul until now. I promise I’m not trolling. It is hands down the worst secret I have to keep.

when I was eleven, purely out of curiosity and unfettered internet access, I joined a fetish website. I was very sheltered, no friends, and had no sexual education so very misguidedly thought it would help me understand what sex was (at a time when my friends started to talk about it but my family refused altogether). I never did anything. The website had forums similar to tattle where (in between the porn) you could chat and this was fairly inoffensive. I used to chat there, do stupid forum games. People used to ask me to go on webcam and flash my bits or whatever. I knew this was wrong and refused. Never took part in anything like that Or told anybody who I was - knew they would get in trouble otherwise too. Well, one day a guy appeared in my inbox. He said he saw how he had seen that I liked a certain tv show and started talking to me as if he was that character (if that makes sense - think like he pretended to be Spock. An Obviously fake character, not like a celebrity - I knew he was faking). it went on for months, just chatting or joking about ‘oh hi Spock, beam me up’ etc. well, I turned thirteen and suddenly his attitude changed completely. He started saying I turned him on, if I had ‘big tits to squeeze and *** all over after I give him a bj’ (always sticks in my mind that) sending me videos of him jerking off, asking me what I would do to him if he was naked in my bedroom. Bear in mind I was thirteen, he knew I was thirteen by the way I spoke, and hadn’t really had a clue about sex, hadn’t ever done anything to provoke him. If I ever refused to reply or Said he made me uncomfortable he would get really angry with me and threaten that he was going to track me down and attack me and tell my whole family what I had done. Somehow he found me on Facebook (bear in mind other than my age and name he knew nothing about me) and started threatening me there too that he ‘deserved’ pictures of my private parts for talking to me or ‘deserved’ a BJ. It was honestly awful, I used to cry myself to sleep worrying he was going to kill me! i Can’t remember what pushed me to but I just blocked him one day and deactivated all the accounts he knew me on in a panic. it took me until I was fifteen to have a Proper social media following again and even then I felt sick for years and years thinking he could find me or hurt me.

Even now it makes me feel sick - I hate Myself for doing it in the first place, I was so bloody stupid, I probably deserved at least part of it for being on there in the first place. It has put me off bringing it up because I know people will point fingers at me. It honestly makes me sick to think of what could have happened if I let it escalate even more. I can’t ever tell any of my family about it but I know now to lock down as much of my social media as possible and that when I have a kid they are not ever having unsupervised internet access until at least their twenties

 

[Tweacle]

Many years ago after a drunken girls night out, came home paid babysitter ( husband was away with work) locked up and went to bed. About an hour later heard a noise, dog growling lightly, so stuck my head out of the window as the sound was coming from under the window. Pitch black, can’t see a thing, think I’ve been dreaming get back into bed. Ten minutes later banging on the door, police with dogs, telling me to get the children and stay in one room. As I had looked out the 2 men trying to get in had laid down on the ground so I couldn’t see them. Luckily for me the elder lady across from our house was getting painkillers and had seen them and called 999. Both men were convicted rapists and police believe they had seen me leave the bar and followed me home. Still makes me feel odd 20 years later.

 

[Sickofinstacrap]

I have many 1 was when I was 11 and a girl moved to our tiny Irish village she was abit rough and her mum would bring her to the pub let her smoke and drink and I remember she used to text this guy who was in his 20s. Anyway my family event was in a pub and she was there and she asked me to come outside with her and go to this field with her and this man. I seen him there and then my mum came out and went crazy and banned me from ever seeing her. At the time I was so mad but now it's mental to think what could have happened. Also this guy on Instagram used to message me all the time begging for a date I eventually agreed as it was NYE and I felt sorry for him he was by himself so invited him out with all my friends. He arrived looked 20 years older then his pics and I agreed to 1 drink with him as felt bad. Well I don't know what he put in my drink but I don't remember much of the night. Just remember him taking me in a taxi back to my house him taking me down an allyway and holding me up and then I started vomitting and thank god I peed myself. He left me there and stole my bag. I'm positive I would have been raped had I not peed myself

 

[Mrs Cucumber]

Just remembered another, recently I was walking home from the school run with a friend, our kids were running ahead as we were in a playing field, we could see them the whole time. We saw a teenage boy approach them and noticed that my son grabbed his sister and put himself in front of her and their friend was shaking her head, we drew level with them and I asked if the kids were okay, the teenager laughed and ran off. Asked the kids what had happened and he had asked them to go with him, when they said no he said to my youngest go on, just you I'll buy sweets!! I ran after him and managed to get his name and address from another kid who knew him and took it to the police who said he was known to them but as he is only 12 they are restricted on what they do!

They also had a go at me for not holding their hand, it was a play area!!! I really don't understand to this day how our lack of hand holding in a play area was the crime that day!

 

[Ohflogoff]

Well, I was plodding along, holding down a job, family life, planned the future and then this thing called a pandemic happened and swept the carpet from right under my feet. We couldn’t leave the house, antibac hand gel was sparse, people were dying, we couldn’t see our nearest and dearest.

never did I think I’d be writing that this time last year.

 

[elloelloello]

I have a couple but one of them is really long I’ll write when I’m less knackered..

But one of my first childhood memories, I have no idea how old I was maybe 5? I went swimming with my and mum. I was in my own changing room getting dressed and when I was naked I looked down and saw a man with a mirror looking up at me from under the wall of the changing room and I just froze. I never said anything and I didn’t tell anyone probably because I just didn’t get what was going on.

I completely forgot it even happened until about 3 years ago and it really freaked me out when I remembered.

I now have a young daughter and take her to the local pool all the time. Recently on that ‘Nextdoor’ app someone posted on there that this had happened again, not the same pool but nearby about 25 years later. I feel so guilty because I can’t face taking my daughter there anymore. (The guy was never caught from my local pool.)

Mind you if that happened now to me and my daughter I’d probably go to prison cause I’d punch the head off him (to put it politely)

 

[shortgirl]

I'm sorry that happened to you and sounds quite scary, but could I please recommend you consider your words in future? Just because someone is a bit "not right" as you say doesn't mean they're autistic and vice versa. A freak can be that way just because, they don't need to have a condition to be so and flippant comments like that can be quite damaging.

I actually am autistic and was assaulted by a freak in front of all his mates just because he thought he could get away with it since I was quiet! Nothing wrong with him, he was just a disgusting pervert.

Either way, hope you're doing a lot better now.

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So carrying on from my last post, full story:

I wasn’t intending to be rude or cause offence to anyone however this man DOES have something wrong with him, he displayed a lot of autistic traits and I was also told by a colleague who briefly knew his parents that he was slightly autistic. I’m by no means blaming his actions on being autistic - I was just trying to include all the details of his personality so people could try and and picture what this guy is like. Nor am I saying anyone else with Austism is a pervert. I apologise if I caused offence but that honestly wasn’t what was intended.

 

[spangly]

I was a passenger in the car as my Mum drove us home from my Nan's in the 80's (I was about 10). As we were driving along, we heard a thud on the car roof - we looked around and couldn't see anything.....so we carried on, assuming it was branch falling onto the roof from the trees above.
As we got home and parked up, a body started sliding down from the roof, down the windscreen and onto the bonnet - all spreadeagled! I screamed so much until the "body" stood up and walked up to the window.
It was my Brother who had seen us driving along as he was walking home from army cadets and somehow he had jumped onto the moving car and sat on the roof rack until we got home - then he thought it would be funny to pretend that we had hit somebody!
I think that's the most scared I've been in my whole life!

 

[Pinkii]

Bit off topic but having read this, its made my blood boil.. anyone who tries to minimise what women have to go through everyday at the hands of men really needs to read this thread.

Its so very rare that a man might sit there posting about how they were scared to walk home from work because of women or how they were harassed

Its a disgrace thats stuff like this can and still does go on and yet we as women are told WE need to be careful and watch out for signs and not walk late at night, why can’t men be taught be to not be fucking creeps!

 

[freshhead]

Scariest thing that’s ever happened to me...
My now 3 year old who was 2 at the time was out on a walk with me. We were collecting leaves one minute, the next my son darted off chasing a squirrel, I ran after him and before I could grab him he had got to the edge of a river bank. He slid right down and was out of my sight. I ran to the edge but the bank was so steep I couldn’t see far enough in to the water, there was also no sign of splashing of bubbles in the water. I never want to feel that feeling again in my life... at that moment my only instinct was to jump in to the water to try and find him. I didn’t know how deep it was going to be, and when I was fully in the water was up to the bottom of my neck. I panicked knowing how deep it was and then turned around to see my son clinging on to the side of the bank, the water up to his chest. He looked so shocked he couldn’t even speak. I grabbed hold of him and held on to the side of the bank and called for help. We were eventually both pulled out, with difficulty as the people who helped us were struggling not to fall in themselves with the bank being so steep. It was like living a nightmare and I’ve never been so scared in my life. Accidents can happen so easily and we all think we are untouchable... we now don’t go for any walks near water as I’m too scared to even attempt it. My son will be starting swimming lessons and im hoping it helps ease a little bit of my anxiety. I also now can’t stand squirrels...

 

[Holidaybobs]

I’ve just remembered one from when I was 14 on holiday in Turkey. At the time I was obsessed with Facebook and catching up with my friends so I used to go to the Internet cafe next door to our hotel. It was only a short walk and the security guard of the hotel could see into the cafe so my mum didn’t mind. So every night at 8 I’d go to the cafe. One night I accidentally left my profile logged on - big mistake. The next day I had a friend request from a good looking man from Germany. I accepted it as at the time it was all about having the most friends on Facebook and I was fascinated with Germany. The man then starts messaging me, nothing sinister but, constant. The next day I went at 9 instead of 8 and he sent me angry messages asking where I had been. I thought, that’s strange, why is he so bothered and didn’t think much of it. The next day I received a message saying I seen you around the pool today, you are very beautiful. Are they your real parents as they don’t look like you. I then realised, oh shit, this man is in Turkey he’s not just a random add that you used to get back then. I casually asked was he staying at the same hotel. He replied - no . So I said, oh how do you know where I’m staying? (The hotel was an all inclusive resort and you could only get in with a band so I had no idea how he had seen me by the pool) He replied saying, I see you every day, I know everything about you. This really creeped me out and I decided to not go back to the cafe. Stupidly, I didn’t tell my mum as I knew she would go mad saying, why are you talking to strangers online. But, at the time I genuinely thought it was safe. Then one night I’m walking around the complex going to meet a friend I had made. All of a sudden this tanned, blonde man jumps out in front of me. His whole frame towered over me and I’m 5’8 so not exactly petite. I didn’t speak and just tried to walk past. He then creepily says, aren’t you going to say hello (my name). I shit myself. I was in the middle of a secluded area in the dark with no phone and my friend was about a 8 minute walk away. I just looked up at him and said hi? He proceeded to say, you are much chattier online. How have you been, I’ve seen you at the markets, did you enjoy your cherries? I thought, oh my god he’s been following me. So I started walking down the path and he got angry shouting don’t turn your back on me. I said, no let’s walk together - just trying to get to my friend and in a lighter and more populated area. It then dawned on me that the picture on his profile was years old and this man was easily in his early 40s and I had seen him everyday in the Internet cafe. I felt so naive and stupid. As we were walking he kept getting closer and closer and touching me. I knew there was no way I could stop him if he attacked me as he was so muscular my only option would be to run. He then felt my breasts and said, my how large they are for a child. You’re my very own Lolita. Then out of nowhere one of the entertainment reps comes along and says hello to me, I’d been partaking in the games in the day time so he knew my name. I gave him puppy dog eyes and he must have known something was not alright and he said, oh you’re late for the show. Come on with me let’s run before we miss it. The man was taken aback by this and stood there in anger as I happily ran away with the rep. When we got to my friends he asked was everything ok and I paraphrased what had happened. He then alerted security but, the man had vanished. For the rest of the holiday I stayed with my mum and stepdad unless I was in the group of friends I had made. When I got home, I went on my phone and found all these messages on Facebook from the man. He had bombarded me none stop and said how disappointed he was that we were disturbed and couldn’t have any fun. I instantly told my best friend everything that had happened and we went to town for a Starbucks. A few days later I got a message from the man - I had deleted him but not blocked him. He said, guess who is in Manchester and needs a guide. I froze, I thought omg he knows where I live and he did - he knew my school and everything. At the time I had my school on my profile and a line saying my favourite music and favourite places to go - as you did back then. I didn’t reply and told my friend. We thought, Manchester is a big place he’ll never find me. The next weekend we went to town as we did every weekend and went to go in Starbucks when I froze and said to my friends, that’s the man. I started shaking and was uncontrollable. I couldn’t believe he was actually here. We went straight home and I told my mum everything. She didn’t fully understand at the time as she didn’t use Facebook so she didn’t understand how it worked. She alerted the police and school. They told me if he messaged again to let them know. He messaged me the next day saying, I have a cappuccino waiting for you - just how you like it. The police then went to the Starbucks and gave him a warning. Thankfully he never messaged me again until a year later. When I was on holiday again but, in a different part of Turkey. Originally I was in Marmaris and now I was in Kusadasi. He messaged saying, so we meet again. Luckily, my 6ft3 18 year old brother was with us this time and we were sharing a room together. He didn’t leave my side once. I have no idea how he knew I was back in Turkey. He must have hacked my account or something as I had gone private and blocked him. It was honestly so frightening and an eye opener. Now I post nothing online, I just use Instagram and post once a year with no location and only have friends on it. There are so many creeps out there!