April 9, 2025 • 22 mins
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Speaker 1 (00:12):
I was an an eleven year old boy walking home
from school around four pm. I was on an empty
road about five minutes away from my house. There are
a few houses around and a couple of alleyways. As
I was walking, a nineteen year old guy in a
black hoodie was walking behind me. He asked me, excuse me,
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are there any alleyways around here? I was a dumb
eleven year old, and he didn't see this as a
suspicious question. I thought maybe he'd use it as a
landmark so he could remember where he was going. I
pointed one out that was very close by and continued
treading along. About ten seconds later, I felt an explosion
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of pain in the back of my head and was
grabbed and frog marched towards the alley. I realized he
had sucker me, and even as I was being frog marched,
I remember thinking this must be some kind of joke.
We got to the alley, I was sobbing a bit
here and he must have wanted to shut me up,
so he pinned me against the fence, grabbed my head,
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put it against the stone post, drew it back, and
told me to just close your eyes. He then shoved
my head towards the stone pillar and an attempt to knock
me out. Luckily, I threw my hand in front of
my head to cushion the blow, and I wasn't hurt.
He probably watched too many movies and thought that that
would knock me out instead of causing brain damage. He
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then decided that this was getting too risky. He simply
walked away and I ran back home. The police were cold,
and the last I heard he tried to do it
again with someone else, except this time the child's father
saw him do it and sat on him until the
police arrived. This happened nearly ten years ago, and I've
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never been able to forget it. It was mid July
and I was out for a run important contexts. The
path I usually took, with some variations, ran through a
large public park, but the way back to the house
allowed me to take a shortcut through a smaller, non
connected park if I deviated from the main road and
passed through a neighborhood. I usually didn't bother taking that route,
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but this particular day I was a little uneasy because
a car was circling around the big park with some
jerks leering and calling at me. Wanting to avoid the
main road, I cut through the neighborhood and entered the
small park. It was pretty empty, which was kind of
odd for that time of year. As I was walking
down the path they passed the playground, I noticed two
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people heading towards me. A man who seemed like he
was maybe in his mid thirties and a girl no
older than fourteen or fifteen. They didn't seem like they
were together, but they were close enough that I wasn't
completely sure. The girl was wearing a bright pink shirt
and was holding a skateboard under her arm. As I
went past them, they spread out a little more and
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I had to pass between them. The man nodded at me,
but the girl didn't even glance at me. Something about
this whole situation set off alarm bells, but I assumed
that I was just being paranoid because of my earlier
running with those jerks at the big park. Still, I
passed by music, but left my headphones in. I passed
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through the parking lot and made it to the sidewalk
that led to the pedestrian street crossing that would eventually
lead me home. The sidewalk was shaded by a bunch
of trees, and I was avoiding some larger branches and
twigs that had fallen during the recent storm. Then, as
the crosswalk came into view, I shit, you not a
branch snap behind me. I turned and looked behind me,
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and the girl was springing towards me, skateboard held over
her head like a bat. I didn't even think. I
just took off to the crosswalk, and stupidly I stopped there,
staring at her. We made eye contact, and her face
was completely blank. She lowered the skateboard, took another second
to stare at me before turning and walking back into
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the park. I booked at home, and I didn't run
again for the rest of the summer, though I never
told my family why. For the rest of the time
I lived in that area, I avoided that park unless
I was with a group of people. I never saw
that girl again. This story is one hundred percent true
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and has always creeped me out. I think about it
a lot. About three years ago, I was out for
a late night walk at the park that was about
two blocks away from where I lived. At the time.
It was a pretty safe neighborhood, so I often felt
comfortable walking around alone. During these late hours. I remember
being three thirty in the mone. Don't ask me why
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I was out so late. We're walking around during this time.
Let's just say I was going through some stuff. In hindsight,
I know it wasn't smart, especially as a young woman. Anyway,
I approached the park, which was lined with large bushes.
There's also a street next to the park, and on
the other side of the street a large grassy field.
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Suddenly I spotted a bald man carrying large objects wrapped
in black plastic. He had on blue surgical gloves and
a long plastic jacket. He seemed to be transporting these
bag items across the street from the park and into
the field. I stopped and watched for a moment as
he began crossing the street with more bagged items. He
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stopped when he saw me and ran towards the bushes.
He stuffed the bag into the bushes and hid them.
I could see him clearly, and the whole situation gave
me bad vibes. I quickly turned around and started walking
back home. I glanced back, making sure he wasn't following me,
and I saw his bald head peering over the bushes,
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staring at me. I started speed walking, and when I
was a block away, I saw him sprint across the
street and hide behind a large tree. Again. All I
could see was his bald head peering around the side
of the tree, staring at me. By this point, my
heart was racing, but I kept walking quickly. I didn't
want to run because I didn't want him to know
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I could see him following me. My thought process was,
if a lion is stalking you, it's not a good
idea to run, because they'll start chasing you. I just
focused on staying calm and getting home safely. Finally, I've
reached my house and locked both the front and back doors.
I tried to shake off what happened to go to sleep.
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The next day was completely normal. I decided to walk
to the park in daylight when there were a lot
of people around, and I checked the bushes to see
if he left anything behind. Nothing. I decided not to
go on anymore late night walks after that incident. Even
though nothing happened to me, it was creepy and I
realized it could have turned into a bad situation. You
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never know what someone's capable of. It definitely seemed like
I caught him doing something suspicious. Later that night, I
sat down to watch a movie. While I was watching
the movie, I got up to grab a glass of water.
My kitchen window was next to the sink with a
view of my backyard, and I always kept the kitchen
lights off at night so I could keep an eye
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on the yard without anyone being able to see me.
When I looked into my backyard, to my surprise, I
saw him standing in the middle of my yard, just
staring at my house. I knew it was him because
even in the dark, I could make out his pale,
bald head. I immediately cracked open the window and yelled hey.
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He took off running, leaving the gate to my fence
wide open. Since then, I haven't seen the man again.
I still have no idea what he was doing that night,
or what his intentions were following me home and stocking
my house, but I don't think I want to know.
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I'm a female. At the time this encounter occurred, I
was nineteen years old and I just closed this door
I was working at with another coworker. They drove me home,
and since I lived right across the street that they
dropped me off at, I thought it was a safe
walk home alone. After all, it's a two minute walked
to my apartment. The apartment I lived in had an
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auto shop below the building, which my uncle owned. This
is important, trust me. It was around nine thirty at night,
so it was pretty dark out and the roads were empty.
Not even ten seconds after I walked across the street,
a dark blue minivan pulls up behind me out of nowhere.
This kind of startled me, so I looked at the
driver confusion. I was carrying some bags of stuff I
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brought to work, and the guy driving the van noticed
and asked me if I needed a ride. I kindly
declined his offer and just told him I lived a
few minutes away, and I started to continue walking. The
guy started slowly following me and continued, are you sure
you don't need a ride? I don't mind, and again
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I declined and continue to keep walking, but he was persistent,
and this started to creep me out, so I started
walking faster and ignored him as he repeatedly said things like,
come on, get in the car, Get in the car,
come on, get in. I was afraid to run inside
my apartment because I really didn't want this creep to
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know where I lived, so I was just gonna loop
back around the building to lose him. Thankfully, I noticed
that the auto shop's lights were on and the garage
store was open. My unco must have been working late
in the shop, so I sped walked towards the open garage,
and the advance sped off in a hurry. As soon as
they were about to pass the open garage store, I
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told my uncle what has happened and waited a few
minutes before walking out to get to my apartment. I
locked all my doors and windows and stayed in the
living room until my dad came home from our cousin's house.
Thankfully I never saw the van again. I did finally
buy some pepper spray after the incident. I usually always
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had my weighted pocket knife with me, but I had
actually left at home that day using it to cut
through thick string for some craft that I was working on.
To everyone, even if you only have a two minute
walk to get to your destination and you think you're safe,
please treat it like a twenty minute walk home at night.
Always be on high guard and continue with caution when
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going anywhere alone. I grew up in a very small
town next to the Mexican border in America. My family
had always taught me about being cautious of human traffickers
or drug traffickers in the area because of recent cases.
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Not quite sure if that's important to the story, but
it definitely helped with how I acted. My best friend
and I, who were both fourteen at the time and
in high school, decided to take a walk in a
nearby park. It was a popular park and was within
walking distance from both of our houses, so off we went.
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As we were walking around and talking, a grown man,
maybe in his forties, came up to us. He said
he was new to this town and didn't know where
anything was. My friend and I both gave each other
a look of slight nervousness, but kept our cool. We
didn't engage him much in the conversation, but it was
getting more and more uncomfortable. He asked if we went
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to the local middle school down the street, and I
said no, we're high schoolers, but didn't mention when one.
It already bothered me that a grown man wanted to
talk to who he thought was a middle school kid.
Then I noticed something and gave my friend a signal
with my eyes. There was another man behind us, also
following us. I wouldn't have even noticed him if the
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guy talking to us didn't give him a smile when
I confirmed that we were under age. This man kept
his head down when I looked back, and wore a hat,
seemingly to hide his face. As we walked around the
park and the first guy kept asking questions, the second
guy didn't stray too far. I didn't even try to
act as though he wasn't following us. This was getting
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too much for me. The first man's questions were either
about our small town or about our lives in the town.
Nothing too invasive until he asked for our phone numbers.
This was almost ten years ago, and even though smartphones
were a thing, I had a flip phone. We were
broke teens. My friend claimed that she didn't have a phone.
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I can't remember if this was true or not, but
I do remember knowing I couldn't pull the same sentence
dude to being on my phone fiddling with it. It
was a foot phone, so there wasn't much I could
do on it in the first place, so I just
admitted that I'd rather not give out my number. He
started telling me things like, oh, come on, why not
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you girls can show me around things like that. I
explained that I had limited texts and minutes, so I
didn't give out my number easily. This is when I
noticed how dark it was getting outside. His questions kept
us stuck in the park till dark because we were
too scared to try to walk home out of the
fairly popular park where there were other people who we
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could run to if worse comes to worse. These guys
were much bigger than us, and we didn't find anyone
we knew. I knew we couldn't keep the laying, so
I just bit the bullet. I told him it was
getting dark and we started heading home, then directing my
friend towards the edge of the park to our houses,
but that didn't stop him. He followed after, saying that
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he could drive us home and we wouldn't have to walk.
I lied and claimed that we were just down the block.
It was really about five very long blocks away. Google
says it's a twenty minute walk. He claimed to be
wonderful right letting two young girls walk home alone, and
then he pointed to the nearby parking lot and saying, look,
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my car's not too far. Let me just drive you home.
At that moment, I noticed the second man following us
was suddenly only two or three steps behind us, instead
of the distance he had been at. Nope, nope, nope,
not dealing with this. I said, it's faster if we
just walk, then quickly said bye, nice to meet you,
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and sped off. My mom had always taught me to
be polite, and looking back, I wish she hadn't. Ladies,
please don't be I like to men that creep you out.
I was too young, but if this happens now, I
wouldn't be so polite. Anyway, my friend and I sped
across the street, only to see both men hurry to
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the parking lot. I didn't think much about them hurrying away,
only feeling the rush of the relief that they weren't
following us anymore. The relief, however, was shortly lived. We
were on the left side of the road. While walking,
we noticed the van turned onto the street on the
right side of the road. It was freaking them. They
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were obviously on the opposite side of the road, but
they were a hardcore, staring at us as they drove by,
only to do a sharp turn at the end of
the block. Feeling a bit weary, we decided to cross
the street, just in case it was the right decision.
They came right back to the road. Luckily, this time
we were on the right side of the street and
they were on the left side. Luckily, these streets were
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pretty big, so they couldn't just drive to the opposite side.
More stairs as they drove past, only to do another
sharp turn at the end of the block. There was
nothing for us to do in the middle of this
long block except for hide and hope for the best.
We ducked behind a car parked and someone's driveway and waited.
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An old lady spotted us and seemed suspicious, but didn't
say a word. She watched the street as well, and
there went the same van. We couldn't see them at
our angle, but we knew it was the van. The
van drove by much much slower. We felt like it
was taking forever for them to clear out the block.
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They left. You should be good, said the old lady.
We thanked her, then ran towards where we lived. My
friend lived closer than me, so I made sure she
was home. I then ran all the way to my
house non stop. I kept around on the street for vans,
but they either lost us or gave up. I've still
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never been more scared than the moment I had to
run two blocks home at night by myself. This happened
shortly before weed was legalized in Germany. In Berlin, regulation
was already quite loose. As long as you didn't bother anyone,
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you usually wouldn't get arrested for smoking in public. I've
been smoking daily for years. I know it's not great,
but that's besides the point, so I can function pretty
well when I'm stoned. However, I almost never smoke in public,
partly to avoid trouble, but mostly because I enjoyed the
comfort of my own home. One late night, around three am,
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I was chilling online with friends, ready to call it
a day. I wanted to relax with a joint and
one of my favorite shows, but unfortunately I had no
snacks left. Determined to end the night with a proper
MUNCHI session, I decided to hit up the nearby convenience store.
At that hour, only the sketchiest ones are still open,
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often operating illegally. I grabbed my coat in keys, but
stopped short before leaving. Why not add a little joy
to this cold walk, I thought. Rolling a small joint,
I lit it as I stepped outside, braving the freezing breeze.
Therey I live in is pretty rough, mostly foreign residents,
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many from Arabic countries. Poor integration has led to the
crime in violence being all too common. Even so, I
was in good spirits as I strolled towards the flickering
neon sign of the convenience store. Just one more intersection
to go. A group of men stood at the corner.
They looked middle Eastern, a bit older than me, and
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watched me as I walked by. It felt normal, nothing
to worry about, I thought, already a little high. I
crossed the street without giving them much thought. Then I
heard a voice call out, routine ID check, Please show
me your identification. My heart sank. Of course, this happened
to me the one time I smoked in public, I thought,
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turning to the police. Only they weren't police. It was
the group from the intersection, now slowly approaching me. Routine
ID check, Please show me your ID. We're undercover cops,
one of them said, with a smug grin. I froze
the fact that they weren't cops became clear when, despite
their demand, none of them breached for any identification. You
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know smoking wheed is illegal, don't you, the man continued.
His pupils were enormous, like saucers. It was obvious that
these guys had no authority whatsoever. They began to circle me.
Show us what's in your pockets, the leader demanded, So
it's the robbery. I thought, as long as I don't resist,
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maybe I'll only lose my phone and a few bills
I brought for snacks. Then a wave of dress hit me.
My weekly tips, about three hundred in cash, were also
in my pocket. I had forgotten to deposit it earlier.
Losing that money would crush my tight budget for the month.
But now, as I slowly reached into my pocket, the
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leader pressed me was taken so long. I pulled out
an old packet, gum and some broken headphones, hoping to
satisfy them. Where's your wallet? I need your ID, he insisted,
still fumbling. Too stubborn and too stupid to hand them
my tips, I interverntentally revealed something that shocked even me.
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The glint of the glock tucked into his belt, knives
and metal rods are typical weapons here, but a gun
that was insane even by my local standards. German gun
laws are incredibly strict. My adrenaline spiked Slowly, I pulled
out five euro that I had planned to use for snacks,
trying to keep my expression neutral. You've gotten a wall,
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basically growled at me, his face darkening. My brain screamed
at me to do something, anything, before this escalated further.
Then a desperate thought flashed through my mind. The Arabs
in this area had a well known fear of Russians,
with frequent clashes between the two groups. Maybe, just maybe
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I could use this. In a heavy Russian accent, I stammered,
my friend's on my wallet. They're coming soon, we meet here.
To my surprise, their poor English comprehension worked in my favor.
They exchanged glances, muttered in German, and decided to wait.
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I forced myself to look confused, maintaining the bluff. It worked.
Their effort to translate or figure me out must have
seemed like too much trouble. Their leader finally pointed out
my five euro. All right, then you get us something
to drink. Reluctantly, I followed them into the convenience store.
They grabbed a six pack of coke and I paid.
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Heart pounding, I was certain this wasn't over. They'd either
searched me themselves or retaliate when my non existent friends
didn't show up. But then, just like that, they left,
no violence, no further questions, nothing. I stood there in shock,
unable to process what just happened. Looking back, I can't
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believe I bluffed in such a dangerous situation. It could
have been my last day on earth, all over three
hundred euro. I've learned my lesson these days. I avoid
walking around late at night when the streets are empty.
And to those guys from that night, let's not meet
again ever.
I was an an eleven year old boy walking home
from school around four pm. I was on an empty
road about five minutes away from my house. There are
a few houses around and a couple of alleyways. As
I was walking, a nineteen year old guy in a
black hoodie was walking behind me. He asked me, excuse me,
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are there any alleyways around here? I was a dumb
eleven year old, and he didn't see this as a
suspicious question. I thought maybe he'd use it as a
landmark so he could remember where he was going. I
pointed one out that was very close by and continued
treading along. About ten seconds later, I felt an explosion
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of pain in the back of my head and was
grabbed and frog marched towards the alley. I realized he
had sucker me, and even as I was being frog marched,
I remember thinking this must be some kind of joke.
We got to the alley, I was sobbing a bit
here and he must have wanted to shut me up,
so he pinned me against the fence, grabbed my head,
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put it against the stone post, drew it back, and
told me to just close your eyes. He then shoved
my head towards the stone pillar and an attempt to knock
me out. Luckily, I threw my hand in front of
my head to cushion the blow, and I wasn't hurt.
He probably watched too many movies and thought that that
would knock me out instead of causing brain damage. He
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then decided that this was getting too risky. He simply
walked away and I ran back home. The police were cold,
and the last I heard he tried to do it
again with someone else, except this time the child's father
saw him do it and sat on him until the
police arrived. This happened nearly ten years ago, and I've
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never been able to forget it. It was mid July
and I was out for a run important contexts. The
path I usually took, with some variations, ran through a
large public park, but the way back to the house
allowed me to take a shortcut through a smaller, non
connected park if I deviated from the main road and
passed through a neighborhood. I usually didn't bother taking that route,
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but this particular day I was a little uneasy because
a car was circling around the big park with some
jerks leering and calling at me. Wanting to avoid the
main road, I cut through the neighborhood and entered the
small park. It was pretty empty, which was kind of
odd for that time of year. As I was walking
down the path they passed the playground, I noticed two
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people heading towards me. A man who seemed like he
was maybe in his mid thirties and a girl no
older than fourteen or fifteen. They didn't seem like they
were together, but they were close enough that I wasn't
completely sure. The girl was wearing a bright pink shirt
and was holding a skateboard under her arm. As I
went past them, they spread out a little more and
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I had to pass between them. The man nodded at me,
but the girl didn't even glance at me. Something about
this whole situation set off alarm bells, but I assumed
that I was just being paranoid because of my earlier
running with those jerks at the big park. Still, I
passed by music, but left my headphones in. I passed
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through the parking lot and made it to the sidewalk
that led to the pedestrian street crossing that would eventually
lead me home. The sidewalk was shaded by a bunch
of trees, and I was avoiding some larger branches and
twigs that had fallen during the recent storm. Then, as
the crosswalk came into view, I shit, you not a
branch snap behind me. I turned and looked behind me,
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and the girl was springing towards me, skateboard held over
her head like a bat. I didn't even think. I
just took off to the crosswalk, and stupidly I stopped there,
staring at her. We made eye contact, and her face
was completely blank. She lowered the skateboard, took another second
to stare at me before turning and walking back into
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the park. I booked at home, and I didn't run
again for the rest of the summer, though I never
told my family why. For the rest of the time
I lived in that area, I avoided that park unless
I was with a group of people. I never saw
that girl again. This story is one hundred percent true
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and has always creeped me out. I think about it
a lot. About three years ago, I was out for
a late night walk at the park that was about
two blocks away from where I lived. At the time.
It was a pretty safe neighborhood, so I often felt
comfortable walking around alone. During these late hours. I remember
being three thirty in the mone. Don't ask me why
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I was out so late. We're walking around during this time.
Let's just say I was going through some stuff. In hindsight,
I know it wasn't smart, especially as a young woman. Anyway,
I approached the park, which was lined with large bushes.
There's also a street next to the park, and on
the other side of the street a large grassy field.
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Suddenly I spotted a bald man carrying large objects wrapped
in black plastic. He had on blue surgical gloves and
a long plastic jacket. He seemed to be transporting these
bag items across the street from the park and into
the field. I stopped and watched for a moment as
he began crossing the street with more bagged items. He
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stopped when he saw me and ran towards the bushes.
He stuffed the bag into the bushes and hid them.
I could see him clearly, and the whole situation gave
me bad vibes. I quickly turned around and started walking
back home. I glanced back, making sure he wasn't following me,
and I saw his bald head peering over the bushes,
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staring at me. I started speed walking, and when I
was a block away, I saw him sprint across the
street and hide behind a large tree. Again. All I
could see was his bald head peering around the side
of the tree, staring at me. By this point, my
heart was racing, but I kept walking quickly. I didn't
want to run because I didn't want him to know
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I could see him following me. My thought process was,
if a lion is stalking you, it's not a good
idea to run, because they'll start chasing you. I just
focused on staying calm and getting home safely. Finally, I've
reached my house and locked both the front and back doors.
I tried to shake off what happened to go to sleep.
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The next day was completely normal. I decided to walk
to the park in daylight when there were a lot
of people around, and I checked the bushes to see
if he left anything behind. Nothing. I decided not to
go on anymore late night walks after that incident. Even
though nothing happened to me, it was creepy and I
realized it could have turned into a bad situation. You
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never know what someone's capable of. It definitely seemed like
I caught him doing something suspicious. Later that night, I
sat down to watch a movie. While I was watching
the movie, I got up to grab a glass of water.
My kitchen window was next to the sink with a
view of my backyard, and I always kept the kitchen
lights off at night so I could keep an eye
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on the yard without anyone being able to see me.
When I looked into my backyard, to my surprise, I
saw him standing in the middle of my yard, just
staring at my house. I knew it was him because
even in the dark, I could make out his pale,
bald head. I immediately cracked open the window and yelled hey.
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He took off running, leaving the gate to my fence
wide open. Since then, I haven't seen the man again.
I still have no idea what he was doing that night,
or what his intentions were following me home and stocking
my house, but I don't think I want to know.
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I'm a female. At the time this encounter occurred, I
was nineteen years old and I just closed this door
I was working at with another coworker. They drove me home,
and since I lived right across the street that they
dropped me off at, I thought it was a safe
walk home alone. After all, it's a two minute walked
to my apartment. The apartment I lived in had an
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auto shop below the building, which my uncle owned. This
is important, trust me. It was around nine thirty at night,
so it was pretty dark out and the roads were empty.
Not even ten seconds after I walked across the street,
a dark blue minivan pulls up behind me out of nowhere.
This kind of startled me, so I looked at the
driver confusion. I was carrying some bags of stuff I
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brought to work, and the guy driving the van noticed
and asked me if I needed a ride. I kindly
declined his offer and just told him I lived a
few minutes away, and I started to continue walking. The
guy started slowly following me and continued, are you sure
you don't need a ride? I don't mind, and again
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I declined and continue to keep walking, but he was persistent,
and this started to creep me out, so I started
walking faster and ignored him as he repeatedly said things like,
come on, get in the car, Get in the car,
come on, get in. I was afraid to run inside
my apartment because I really didn't want this creep to
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know where I lived, so I was just gonna loop
back around the building to lose him. Thankfully, I noticed
that the auto shop's lights were on and the garage
store was open. My unco must have been working late
in the shop, so I sped walked towards the open garage,
and the advance sped off in a hurry. As soon as
they were about to pass the open garage store, I
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told my uncle what has happened and waited a few
minutes before walking out to get to my apartment. I
locked all my doors and windows and stayed in the
living room until my dad came home from our cousin's house.
Thankfully I never saw the van again. I did finally
buy some pepper spray after the incident. I usually always
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had my weighted pocket knife with me, but I had
actually left at home that day using it to cut
through thick string for some craft that I was working on.
To everyone, even if you only have a two minute
walk to get to your destination and you think you're safe,
please treat it like a twenty minute walk home at night.
Always be on high guard and continue with caution when
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going anywhere alone. I grew up in a very small
town next to the Mexican border in America. My family
had always taught me about being cautious of human traffickers
or drug traffickers in the area because of recent cases.
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Not quite sure if that's important to the story, but
it definitely helped with how I acted. My best friend
and I, who were both fourteen at the time and
in high school, decided to take a walk in a
nearby park. It was a popular park and was within
walking distance from both of our houses, so off we went.
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As we were walking around and talking, a grown man,
maybe in his forties, came up to us. He said
he was new to this town and didn't know where
anything was. My friend and I both gave each other
a look of slight nervousness, but kept our cool. We
didn't engage him much in the conversation, but it was
getting more and more uncomfortable. He asked if we went
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to the local middle school down the street, and I
said no, we're high schoolers, but didn't mention when one.
It already bothered me that a grown man wanted to
talk to who he thought was a middle school kid.
Then I noticed something and gave my friend a signal
with my eyes. There was another man behind us, also
following us. I wouldn't have even noticed him if the
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guy talking to us didn't give him a smile when
I confirmed that we were under age. This man kept
his head down when I looked back, and wore a hat,
seemingly to hide his face. As we walked around the
park and the first guy kept asking questions, the second
guy didn't stray too far. I didn't even try to
act as though he wasn't following us. This was getting
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too much for me. The first man's questions were either
about our small town or about our lives in the town.
Nothing too invasive until he asked for our phone numbers.
This was almost ten years ago, and even though smartphones
were a thing, I had a flip phone. We were
broke teens. My friend claimed that she didn't have a phone.
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I can't remember if this was true or not, but
I do remember knowing I couldn't pull the same sentence
dude to being on my phone fiddling with it. It
was a foot phone, so there wasn't much I could
do on it in the first place, so I just
admitted that I'd rather not give out my number. He
started telling me things like, oh, come on, why not
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you girls can show me around things like that. I
explained that I had limited texts and minutes, so I
didn't give out my number easily. This is when I
noticed how dark it was getting outside. His questions kept
us stuck in the park till dark because we were
too scared to try to walk home out of the
fairly popular park where there were other people who we
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could run to if worse comes to worse. These guys
were much bigger than us, and we didn't find anyone
we knew. I knew we couldn't keep the laying, so
I just bit the bullet. I told him it was
getting dark and we started heading home, then directing my
friend towards the edge of the park to our houses,
but that didn't stop him. He followed after, saying that
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he could drive us home and we wouldn't have to walk.
I lied and claimed that we were just down the block.
It was really about five very long blocks away. Google
says it's a twenty minute walk. He claimed to be
wonderful right letting two young girls walk home alone, and
then he pointed to the nearby parking lot and saying, look,
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my car's not too far. Let me just drive you home.
At that moment, I noticed the second man following us
was suddenly only two or three steps behind us, instead
of the distance he had been at. Nope, nope, nope,
not dealing with this. I said, it's faster if we
just walk, then quickly said bye, nice to meet you,
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and sped off. My mom had always taught me to
be polite, and looking back, I wish she hadn't. Ladies,
please don't be I like to men that creep you out.
I was too young, but if this happens now, I
wouldn't be so polite. Anyway, my friend and I sped
across the street, only to see both men hurry to
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the parking lot. I didn't think much about them hurrying away,
only feeling the rush of the relief that they weren't
following us anymore. The relief, however, was shortly lived. We
were on the left side of the road. While walking,
we noticed the van turned onto the street on the
right side of the road. It was freaking them. They
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were obviously on the opposite side of the road, but
they were a hardcore, staring at us as they drove by,
only to do a sharp turn at the end of
the block. Feeling a bit weary, we decided to cross
the street, just in case it was the right decision.
They came right back to the road. Luckily, this time
we were on the right side of the street and
they were on the left side. Luckily, these streets were
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pretty big, so they couldn't just drive to the opposite side.
More stairs as they drove past, only to do another
sharp turn at the end of the block. There was
nothing for us to do in the middle of this
long block except for hide and hope for the best.
We ducked behind a car parked and someone's driveway and waited.
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An old lady spotted us and seemed suspicious, but didn't
say a word. She watched the street as well, and
there went the same van. We couldn't see them at
our angle, but we knew it was the van. The
van drove by much much slower. We felt like it
was taking forever for them to clear out the block.
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They left. You should be good, said the old lady.
We thanked her, then ran towards where we lived. My
friend lived closer than me, so I made sure she
was home. I then ran all the way to my
house non stop. I kept around on the street for vans,
but they either lost us or gave up. I've still
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never been more scared than the moment I had to
run two blocks home at night by myself. This happened
shortly before weed was legalized in Germany. In Berlin, regulation
was already quite loose. As long as you didn't bother anyone,
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you usually wouldn't get arrested for smoking in public. I've
been smoking daily for years. I know it's not great,
but that's besides the point, so I can function pretty
well when I'm stoned. However, I almost never smoke in public,
partly to avoid trouble, but mostly because I enjoyed the
comfort of my own home. One late night, around three am,
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I was chilling online with friends, ready to call it
a day. I wanted to relax with a joint and
one of my favorite shows, but unfortunately I had no
snacks left. Determined to end the night with a proper
MUNCHI session, I decided to hit up the nearby convenience store.
At that hour, only the sketchiest ones are still open,
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often operating illegally. I grabbed my coat in keys, but
stopped short before leaving. Why not add a little joy
to this cold walk, I thought. Rolling a small joint,
I lit it as I stepped outside, braving the freezing breeze.
Therey I live in is pretty rough, mostly foreign residents,
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many from Arabic countries. Poor integration has led to the
crime in violence being all too common. Even so, I
was in good spirits as I strolled towards the flickering
neon sign of the convenience store. Just one more intersection
to go. A group of men stood at the corner.
They looked middle Eastern, a bit older than me, and
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watched me as I walked by. It felt normal, nothing
to worry about, I thought, already a little high. I
crossed the street without giving them much thought. Then I
heard a voice call out, routine ID check, Please show
me your identification. My heart sank. Of course, this happened
to me the one time I smoked in public, I thought,
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turning to the police. Only they weren't police. It was
the group from the intersection, now slowly approaching me. Routine
ID check, Please show me your ID. We're undercover cops,
one of them said, with a smug grin. I froze
the fact that they weren't cops became clear when, despite
their demand, none of them breached for any identification. You
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know smoking wheed is illegal, don't you, the man continued.
His pupils were enormous, like saucers. It was obvious that
these guys had no authority whatsoever. They began to circle me.
Show us what's in your pockets, the leader demanded, So
it's the robbery. I thought, as long as I don't resist,
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maybe I'll only lose my phone and a few bills
I brought for snacks. Then a wave of dress hit me.
My weekly tips, about three hundred in cash, were also
in my pocket. I had forgotten to deposit it earlier.
Losing that money would crush my tight budget for the month.
But now, as I slowly reached into my pocket, the
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leader pressed me was taken so long. I pulled out
an old packet, gum and some broken headphones, hoping to
satisfy them. Where's your wallet? I need your ID, he insisted,
still fumbling. Too stubborn and too stupid to hand them
my tips, I interverntentally revealed something that shocked even me.
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The glint of the glock tucked into his belt, knives
and metal rods are typical weapons here, but a gun
that was insane even by my local standards. German gun
laws are incredibly strict. My adrenaline spiked Slowly, I pulled
out five euro that I had planned to use for snacks,
trying to keep my expression neutral. You've gotten a wall,
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basically growled at me, his face darkening. My brain screamed
at me to do something, anything, before this escalated further.
Then a desperate thought flashed through my mind. The Arabs
in this area had a well known fear of Russians,
with frequent clashes between the two groups. Maybe, just maybe
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I could use this. In a heavy Russian accent, I stammered,
my friend's on my wallet. They're coming soon, we meet here.
To my surprise, their poor English comprehension worked in my favor.
They exchanged glances, muttered in German, and decided to wait.
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I forced myself to look confused, maintaining the bluff. It worked.
Their effort to translate or figure me out must have
seemed like too much trouble. Their leader finally pointed out
my five euro. All right, then you get us something
to drink. Reluctantly, I followed them into the convenience store.
They grabbed a six pack of coke and I paid.
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Heart pounding, I was certain this wasn't over. They'd either
searched me themselves or retaliate when my non existent friends
didn't show up. But then, just like that, they left,
no violence, no further questions, nothing. I stood there in shock,
unable to process what just happened. Looking back, I can't
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believe I bluffed in such a dangerous situation. It could
have been my last day on earth, all over three
hundred euro. I've learned my lesson these days. I avoid
walking around late at night when the streets are empty.
And to those guys from that night, let's not meet
again ever.
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