Could you call your local police station? Even if it’s nothing it might put your mind at rest xI found myself in a situation today, and was not sure what do about it.
I was on a bus, and happened to notice a youngish man sitting next to a toddler in front of me. They caught my attention because he kept telling her to sit, I glanced around and didn't see a pushchair anywhere. It was raining quite heavilly outside.
The bus arrived at my stop, the young man was getting off at the same stop. I noticed the little girl looked like she was wearing pajamas, and no coat even though it was raining outside. They got off and I was watching them for a while, he had a back pack on. They just didn't look right together, why was he dressed for the weather, and she wasn't.
I feel awful because I didn't do or say anything, I let them walk off. It could have been entirely innocent, but in this day and age, you never know.
I think I heard the child refer to him as Daddy, but it still made me feel uneasy.
I see you’ve updated your post but you can call 101 non emergency line if you are unsure or concerned for a child’s well-beingI found myself in a situation today, and was not sure what do about it.
I was on a bus, and happened to notice a youngish man sitting next to a toddler in front of me. They caught my attention because he kept telling her to sit, I glanced around and didn't see a pushchair anywhere. It was raining quite heavilly outside.
The bus arrived at my stop, the young man was getting off at the same stop. I noticed the little girl looked like she was wearing pajamas, and no coat even though it was raining outside. They got off and I was watching them for a while, he had a back pack on. They just didn't look right together, why was he dressed for the weather, and she wasn't.
I feel awful because I didn't do or say anything, I let them walk off. It could have been entirely innocent, but in this day and age, you never know.
I think I heard the child refer to him as Daddy, but it still made me feel uneasy.
That happened to me a few years ago. I have no memory of about 12 hours of the night it happened.. luckily I got home OK but I have no memory.This didn’t happen to me but to one of my friends.
She went out with her two housemates, they had one drink before leaving their house and 1 in a bar. The drink in the bar was spiked- as they have no memory of anything that happened after their drink, until they wake up the following afternoon lying on their kitchen floor, with foil blankets (the type ambulances have) wrapped around them.
To this day they have no idea what happened.
Oh my god, that is bloody awful. I cannot stand anyone touching my hair and if I ever have to get a bus or anything, I will always throw my hair over my shoulder, so that it sits on my chest. I usually wear my hair in a plait these days anyway, so much easier to control it.This is more bizarre than scary but it fits into the stories about the heinous and odd things men to do women and girls in this thread.
I was around 16, upstairs on a bus and I still remember the time and date, it was 9pm in November going into the city centre, as I was coming home from my Cousins house as it was her bday and I would’ve usually stayed over but I’m sure the reason I didn’t was because I was in school the next day.
On to the story, but the bus was quite empty as it was late in the day, so I found it a tad weird this fella got on and sat right behind me on the bus, but didn’t think twice about it UNTIL He began smelling my hair and remarking about how fresh it smelled! But because I’m a moron but also a bit afraid and weirded out I just stayed there sitting in pure bewilderment. Then the freak began to plait my hairand kept muttering how nice my hair smelled. I ended up getting off several stops early because I genuinely was thinking he’s gonna scalp me and wear my hair as a wig akin to Buffalo Bills skin suit.
So whoever you were strange man on the 13 bus from The Red cow to Westmoreland street, you ruined the pink herbal essences for me. I can’t even look at the bottle when shopping because it makes me wince.
To be honest when I think about it now it’s actually quite funny to me and I tell it to people often, because it was just so weird and funny. Most people look at me shocked that I am laughing at it. But I understand why most people would be horrified when hearing such a story because it is kind of sexual harassment of sorts.Oh my god, that is bloody awful. I cannot stand anyone touching my hair and if I ever have to get a bus or anything, I will always throw my hair over my shoulder, so that it sits on my chest. I usually wear my hair in a plait these days anyway, so much easier to control it.
There are some freaks out in society.
They sound a ‘nice’ bunch of people to piss off on their own. That outing could have had an entirely different outcome for you had the woman not come back for you.About 5 years ago I went walking with a group on some moors in the Yorkshire Dales. The walk was about 10-15 miles or something and it was the winter, Jan or Feb. Anyway, towards the end of the walk the group split into two and I went with some people who were going back a bit earlier. I was following behind them and they picked up speed and left me in the middle of bloody nowhere and it was coming in dark at 3.30.p.m. So I started running after them and it was compacted ice and I slipped and fell and twisted my ankle. I thought it was either broken or badly sprained. I was panicking because I could hardly walk and didn't know the way back off the moors plus it was freezing cold. I thought I was going to die.
I made a plan to walk in a straight line and that I'd eventually get off the moors. After about 1/2 an hour someone had the decency to come back for me and I went with her to the train station. There I got told off for dawdling and being slow etc. I didn't say anything because I didn't trust myself basically.
I had to go to hospital the next day and they said it was a bad sprain, my ankle was black and swollen like an elephants. It took a year to heal and for me to be able to walk a distance again. I'll never walk with a group again ever and I'll always take a map etc. I can map read with a compass/ or GPS etc and the laugh here is that if I was on my own this wouldn't have happened. I really thought to myself this is it on that moor.
That didn't happen in Bournemouth, did it? There was a murderer (forgot his name) who was from Italy and murdered a girl there and buried her body in a church. He later moved to Bournemouth and murdered his neighbour and her children came home from school to their mum dead. He cut women's hair on the bus and had a hair fetish. Creepy thing was, the mum that was murdered used to make curtains for locals and he knew that he could get her alone by saying he had some curtains he wanted sorted out.My mum had her hair cut on a bus before. Literally came home with a piece of hair cut of the back.
I watched the documentary on this! And no it was in south London. It was so strange because she only had shoulder length hair so it was so obvious it had been cut. I think if I remember rightly she felt something tug at her hair At the time but didn’t think anything of it.That didn't happen in Bournemouth, did it? There was a murderer (forgot his name) who was from Italy and murdered a girl there and buried her body in a church. He later moved to Bournemouth and murdered his neighbour and her children came home from school to their mum dead. He cut women's hair on the bus and had a hair fetish. Creepy thing was, the mum that was murdered used to make curtains for locals and he knew that he could get her alone by saying he had some curtains he wanted sorted out.
Derby by any chance ? Happened to my friendSat at a bus stop quite late after work in the city centre and a young lad in a motorised wheelchair starts chatting to me. I humour him, not wanting to be rude. A little while later he starts saying he cant feel his toes as his shoes are too tight but he cant reach down to untie them, so he asks me to help. Again, Im not rude but I feel uneasy. So I loosen the velcro straps. He then says his feet are cold and could I please help warm them up? Well this idiot here obliges. I feel like I had no choice in the situation, who would let a disabled person be uncomfortable?
So it turns out he actually has mutliple restraining orders and is a known sex offender. He hsd done this to at least a dozen women all across the Midlands. I felt like such an idiot when I found out. Never actually told anyone apart from my neighbour because he did it to her too!
Next time I will say no and Fuck Politeness!
I'm Nottingham, but yeah he did it in Derby too!Derby by any chance ? Happened to my friend
Oh, they probably think that deserting you and you then trying to hobble along with a bum ankle for half an hour was somehow hilarious.About 5 years ago I went walking with a group on some moors in the Yorkshire Dales. The walk was about 10-15 miles or something and it was the winter, Jan or Feb. Anyway, towards the end of the walk the group split into two and I went with some people who were going back a bit earlier. I was following behind them and they picked up speed and left me in the middle of bloody nowhere and it was coming in dark at 3.30.p.m. So I started running after them and it was compacted ice and I slipped and fell and twisted my ankle. I thought it was either broken or badly sprained. I was panicking because I could hardly walk and didn't know the way back off the moors plus it was freezing cold. I thought I was going to die.
I made a plan to walk in a straight line and that I'd eventually get off the moors. After about 1/2 an hour someone had the decency to come back for me and I went with her to the train station. There I got told off for dawdling and being slow etc. I didn't say anything because I didn't trust myself basically.
I had to go to hospital the next day and they said it was a bad sprain, my ankle was black and swollen like an elephants. It took a year to heal and for me to be able to walk a distance again. I'll never walk with a group again ever and I'll always take a map etc. I can map read with a compass/ or GPS etc and the laugh here is that if I was on my own this wouldn't have happened. I really thought to myself this is it on that moor.
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