9 True Horrifying Encounters on Public Transportation | Bus, Train and Airport Scary Stories - Scary Stories from Bad Vibes

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Speaker 1 (00:07):
This story happened to me in twenty twenty two, when
I was around twenty four years old. For a bit
of context, I'm non binary. I signed female at birth,
but let's just say I look very feminine. At the time,
I was studying in Paris and renting a room in
the house of a mom of a boyfriend. At the time.
This was in a city that was more than an

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hour away from Paris, but twenty minutes from Versailles, another
important city in France. It was a winter during school break,
I think, and I was going out in Paris to
see a long time internet friend for the first time.
She turned out to be a very toxic and problematic
person whom I'm not in contact with anymore. But the

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story is not about her. I must say that I
have a rather petite frame because of an eating disorder
I was dealing with ever since I was a child,
and I've always looked much younger than my age. Even
these days. I need to show my idea when I
want to buy alcohol. On the day of my encounter
with my friend, I was dressed casually with a skirt.

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Our encounter went very well since I lived far away
and was planning to go to my boyfriend's house later.
I had to leave before midnight because the public transportation
would become scarce after ten pm, and I had about
two hours of transit to get there. Unfortunately, I didn't
leave early enough, so I managed to get a train
to Versailles, but would have to wait almost an hour

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to get a bus to go to the New York
City for my boyfriend's house, where he could pick me
up with his car. While I was waiting near the
train station, I it was a group of bus drivers
who were smoking and talking to each other. I approached
them and asked them which one of them was going
to drive the bus to the city I needed to
go to. A small man with gray hair, who was

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probably in his late forties early fifties told me that
it was him. He noticed my skirt and said, you
must be freezing, so he offered me to go heat
myself up in the bus and wait there until departure.
I gladly accepted, as I was indeed freezing. While he
was walking me to the bus, which was parked in

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a very dark corner with no lights, he got very
close to me and started to act very familiar with me,
asking about where I live, and where I was going
to and such. I was feeling uneasy and uncomfortable, but
I was raised to be polite, and I've always been
a people pleaser, so I answered all his questions with
as little detail as possible until we reached the bus.

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He opened the door for me, and while all my
instincts were screaming to me, do not go on the bus,
I ignored them and got in any way. I sat
at the front of the bus, where there was a
bit of light, but mind you, I am black, and
even in the dark it would have been difficult for
anyone to see me. Besides the bus drivers. I saw
me leave with the driver. No one knew I was

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in that bus anyway. The second I gotten in the bus,
things got even weirder. He threw his lit cigarette away
and got in the bus with me as well, obole
telling me a bunch of antidotes about how the bus
was actually designed to transport the French football team, and
how there was a huge table and even a bathroom
in the back of the bus, and that I should

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come in the back of the bus with him to
see it. He suggested to me twice to come over
to the back of the bus, where there was absolutely
no light, and this scared me even more so I
texted my boyfriend might not come tonight. Weird bus driver
called me asap while ignoring is rambling. He then came

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back to the front of the bus and stayed in
the corridor, blocking my way. He talked about random things
I don't remember, and all the time his eyes were
fixated on me, especially on my phone that was in
my hand and my knees and thighs. All the time,
I was praying that my boyfriend would see my message
and call me, and when he finally did, I breathed

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a sigh of relief. The driver must have seen the
face of my boyfriend on the screen of my phone,
because he took a step back and told me that
he was going to smoke another cigarette outside. I answered
my phone and told my boyfriend everything that was going on,
while looking out the window to keep an eye on
the bus driver. When he was far enough away, I
ran to get out of the bus, only to discover

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and shock in horror that he had locked the door.
I was trapped in that bus, and no one knew
where I was except my boyfriend. The creepy bus driver
and the other bus drivers who saw me leave with
him still on the phone with my boyfriend. I went
back to where I was previously sitting and saw through
the window that the creepy bus driver was now coming back.

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When he saw me on the phone, he left unlocked
the bus again. He did his back and forth a
total of three times, locking the bus behind him every time,
but the last time he stayed near the bus, so
I hung I open with my boyfriend and decided to
text him instead. At some point, I sat in another
seat to keep an eye on the creepy bus driver,

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and through the window I saw and heard an elderly
woman who asked him if the bus was going to
the city nearest to my boyfriend's house, and he deliberately
lied to her, telling her that that was another bus.
At this point, I was freaking out, frantically texting my
boyfriend that I was going to die, that the bus
driver would do terrible things to me, then kill me
and throw my body away. It was at this moment

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that the bus driver went back into the bus and
locked the door again. We were supposed to leave in
less than ten minutes, and suddenly something finally snapped into
my brain. I got up, trying to maintain a calm appearance,
and lied to him about how I needed to go
back into the train station to go to the bathroom.
He told me that there was a bathroom on the bus.

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Then I lied, saying I needed to get some snacks
from the vending machine. He hesitated, but eventually let me go.
Before he did so, he pretended twice at the button
to open the door wasn't working, and at this point
I didn't care about hiding my distress anymore. I told
him that if I couldn't get off the bus, I'd
picked then emergency hammer to break the door. And suddenly

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the button was working again. I bolted out of the
bus and took the deepest breath of cold, fresh winter
air that I've ever took. I've never been in prison,
but I imagine that's what it feels like to be released
from prison. I ran up to the train station, hid
behind a vending machine, and finally felt safe. I burst

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into tears. I called my boyfriend back, and he told
me that he called his sister, who lives in Versailles,
and her boyfriend would come to pick me up. While
I was trying to call myself guess who I saw
coming in the train station. The creepy bus driver. He
was acting like he was looking for something or rather someone,

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and that was likely me. I hold my breath and
waited for him to leave, and then start to cry
some more because I realized at that moment I was
his prey and I was right about bad intentions. Finally,
the boyfriend of my boyfriend's sister came to pick me
up and took me back where I lived. I couldn't
sleep that night or the following days. My insomnia worsened.

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I made it signaling to the bus company, but since
he wasn't the usual driver for them, nothing was done
and I didn't ever receive an answer. I am very
grateful for who helped me that night. And I know
it's been said before, but let's say it again as
a reminder. Trust your gut, trust your instincts. They're never wrong. Also,

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fuck being polite with creeps that make you feel uncomfortable, unsafe,
or uneasy. My cat recently passed away and I was devastated.
For days. I couldn't stop crying or think about her.

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One day, my sister, who lives in the nearby city,
called me about a ten year old stray kitten she
found next to its dead mother near a pile of garbage.
She suggested we adopt the kitten, thinking it might ease
my grief while giving the tiny creature a chance at
a better life. At first, I was uncomfortable with this idea.
The pain of losing my cat was still fresh and

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I had decided never to keep another cat again. My
sister understood and proposed a temporary solution. We keep the
kitten for a few days until she found her a
new home. I reluctantly agreed no, when I couldn't let
this poor thing starve to death. The only problem was
my sister lived forty five kilometers away in a hostel

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and getting there wasn't easy. Driving my scooter on the
highway was too dangerous, so I decided to take the
local train. My journey would involve five stops, with my
destination being a small area with in the city of Balai.
Local trains in my state are unreserved and often crowded,

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especially during the morning and evening hours. To avoid the rush,
I chose a noon train that departed at twelve thirty pm.
I arrived at the station early, hoping to find a
comfortable seat, and was relieved to see that the train
was only moderately crowded. I settled into a seat next
to a man traveling with his wife. As a train

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prepared to depart, a slim, bearded man with a large
bag boarded and took a seat beside me. I silently
hoped that he was a normal passenger, but unfortunately my
prayers went unanswered. I wasn't used to traveling alone, so
I was already feeling uneasy. At first, everything seemed fine

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to pass the time. I opened my phone and began
to playing chess against a bot. Then I overheard the
bearded man's phone conversation. He said, yes, I got caught,
but I'm out on bail. Now I'll finish the job.
This time, my hand froze. Was I sitting next to
a criminal? The man sitting across from me also overheard

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the conversation and exchanged a nervous glance with me. His
expression mirrored my own fear. I tried to ignore it,
reasoning that the man was unlikely to harm me in
a crowded train, but he kept making suspicious calls, casually
discussing things that sounded straight out of a crime novel.

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At one point, he mentioned heading to the city next
to where I was going for a court appearance. My
unease grew when I noticed him openly staring at my
phone screen, not even trying to be discreet. I was
too scared to confront him or move to another seat,
fearing he might react badly. After what felt like forever,

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finally stopped taking calls and struck up a conversation. This
game takes a lot of brains, doesn't it, referring to
my chest app I smiled awkwardly and looked away, praying
that he wouldn't continue talking. Thankfully he didn't. The rest
of the journey was tense, kept brushing his leg against

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mine and glancing at me with a piercing gaze. I
tried my best to focus on my game and ignore him.
The entire time. I couldn't stop thinking about the worst possibilities.
What if he followed me, what if he attacked me,
or worse, what if he raped me. These thoughts consumed

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me until the train finally reached my station. After I
got off the train, I knowed him getting off as well.
I was confused, but decided not to dwell on it.
My stop was only about five kill meters away from
the stoff that he sat on the phone, so I
assumed he might have business nearby. I stood on the
platform for my sister to arrive. I called her, but

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she didn't pick up. I figured she was driving and
decided to wait. Then I saw the man again, standing
at a distance and staring directly at me. When he
noticed I had seen him, he walked away towards the
front side of the station. Relieved, I called my sister
again and this time she answered. She told me that

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she was waiting at the back exit of the station.
I hurried there and was relieved to find her. She
handed me the kitten, which was so teeny it fit
in the palm of my hand. I placed in a
small basket I had brought along. We decided to stay
at the station until my return train at two twenty pm.

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I told my sister about the creepy man, but she
left it off, saying that he was probably just trying
to scare me. Her reaction irritated me, but I let
it go. Then I saw him again, this time on
the wad walking bridge, heading towards the back exit. I
pointed him out to my sister, who dismissed it all
as a coincidence. I tried to do the same, thinking

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he might have got off at the wrong station and
was waiting for the next train to get to the
next station. When my train arrived, I said goodbye to
my sister and borded with the kitten. The train was crowded,
so I stood by the door. Forty five minutes later,
just two stops away from my destination, I spotted the
man again. He walked through the crowd and stood directly

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in front of me, staring. I ignored him, but my
anxiety was skyrocketing. As the train approached my station, he
leanked closer and asked me about the basket was inside,
he inquired. I replied a kitten, and explained that my
sister had rescued it. He smiled and said, it's gread

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to meet people like you. The train stopped and I
quickly got off with it, responding. Instead of exiting through
the main station gates, headed to the local train parking
area about one and a half kilometers away, where I
had left my scooter. No one usually watched this section
unless they have a vehicle parked there. As I walked,

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I realized the man was following me. My heart raced
as I quickened my pace, so did he. By the
time I reached my scooter, I was trembling with fear
he had followed me to the parking lot. I started
my scooter and sped away, taking a longer route through
secluded valleys to avoid traffic. Thankfully, I never saw him again.

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His face still haunts me. I haven't traveled since, and
I am terrified of the idea. That three hour ordeal
was the scariest experience of my life. Let me know
if you guys think I'm just overthinking stuff. I am

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aware this happened ages ago, but I am now recollecting
bits and pieces from the event, and I'm thankful to
be sane and safe. I'm honestly just airing this out
so I can get input and opinions because I don't
know what to make of it. I'll preface this by
saying it happened a while ago, back in twenty nineteen,

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when I was sixteen years old, hence why I was
very naive and gullible. I'm aware this might not be
a case of human trafficking, but it does seem suspicious regardless.
For context. This happened in a relatively large North American city.
It was late December, a few days before Christmas, and
I had just finished hanging out with my friends and

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was using public transit the subway to get back home.
My friend lived in a different area, so I did
travel back alone in that direction. The subway wagons were
pretty much empty. It was already dark out. I recall
it being maybe eight nine pm. I was sitting on
an individual seat where the setup was structured in a

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way that had another seat perpendicular to my current one,
which was empty. This one guy, who looked to be
relatively young, plopped down on the adjacent seat and greeted
me with a smile. Instantly. I didn't think much of
it at the time. I thought he was cute physically.
He had a middle part chestnut hair, was relatively tall

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and very slim, nice facial features too. I don't remember
his face in a very detailed manner, but I remember
thinking that he was really cute. He was dressed in
his sweater and jeans, didn't look dismantled or overly casual either.
Upon sitting down, he greeted me smiling, presented himself and
shared his name. We then started making small talk, and

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he brought up the fact that he had just finished university,
which made me ask for his age. He claimed to
be twenty four, which seemed to match his appearance. What
really creeped me out is that in response, I told
him that I was sixteen years old, and he didn't
seem even slightly phazed by that. Matter of fact, he
was smirking and had formed a small visible grin talking

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about him misbeing this young and advising me to stay
in school. He proceeded with asking me what I was
doing alone on the metro, my plans before that, and
if I had plans coming up in the next few hours,
to which I stupidly answered no. He then started explaining
how his friends had came up with a supposed to
dare where he had to bring the random girl over,

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a complete stranger to their party hangout by accosting them randomly,
such as this very occasion. I remember finding this hard
to believe, so I insisted on going home about a
handful of times, to which he starts pleading with me,
claiming that it would be fun and if I were uncomfortable,
he would bring me right back to the subway. Station.

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I kept insisting that my mama get mad and asked
him if there was another day that we could do that,
but he answered that it was a one time thing,
that it's a very uncommon gathering. He hasn't seen these
friends in a long time and wouldn't see them after
this event because of a full schedule. He also kept
pushing the fact that he wasn't going to keep me
for long. I eventually gave in. I know, super stupid.

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I still can't believe it to this day. We had
gone through the subway stations and got off at a
pretty desolate area which was known for drug use, prostitution,
and poverty. But to be frank, I didn't know that
at the time, although it was pretty obvious that neighborhood
still has a pretty tarnished reputation to this day. The guy,

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let's call him Ben, then revealed his real name to
be different than the one that he initially gave me
and was seemingly Slavic. The name he revealed to me
is most likely fake two. To be honest, he then
started asking me pretty intrusive questions such as, what are
your darkest secrets, what's your home life like, what's trusting

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you out right now, Why did you decide to come along?
He claimed he liked getting to know people beyond surface level,
hence why he was being this in truce of I,
in all honesty, was a straight a student, so I
simply told him that studies were my main concern as
of now, to which he answered that there had to

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be more than that. We had to be about fifteen
minutes in at this point when a car slowed down
next to us and rolled their windows down. A man
let out a hey, but was immediately shoot away by Ben.
Ben then told me that that man was a supposed john,
which I didn't know meant that the driver was essentially

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a client in that sense. I started to get weary,
but still made it to the hangout a few minutes later,
which was located in a regular townhouse. It wasn't worn
down or anything. I was greeted by maybe five or
six dudes who were all seemingly over twenty five. Two
of them looked like they were above thirty as well.

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They all stared me down and immediately asked how old
I was, and I told them that I was sixteen.
One of the guys seemed sort of phased and led
out a come on, man, that's my sister's age. They
might even be in the same high school. They all
kind of left it off and moved on. They never
spoke about it again and barely asked me any questions

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except for how did you guys meet? Also, it was
obvious that someone's dad owned this place, as the old
man was dozing off on the couch. We were all
gathered around a dinner table. Though served me some food
along with the other guests, but I refused to eat
as I was honestly starting to feel a bit queasy
about the situation. After everyone except me finished eating, we

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all went upstairs. Ben started playing guitar and the other
man joined in playing some keys on the piano. They
asked me to film them using Ben's phone, so I did.
When that was going on, honestly started getting terrible vibes
and felt like I needed to leave, so I put
the phone down and slowly made my way through the

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frame of the door. One of the older guys was
standing near there and asked me what's up and if
I'm enjoining their company. We started talking for a minute,
and he claimed to be an accountant. He started leaning
in and tried to slightly hover over me against the
door frame. However, I stepped back into the staircase and
made it to the front door, opened it, and went

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out to the driveway. Luckily the door wasn't locked. Ben
followed and asked me if I wanted to leave. I
immediately said yeah, and this time he didn't insist on
bringing me back in. I should add that right before leaving,
I had told Ben that my mom was recently calling
me and was worried, to which he obliged. On our

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way back, he proceeded to ask me if I was
generally sixteen and not below that. He told me that
if he or my dad he would never let me
out of his sight again because of what I just did,
which was going to a party in the first place,
that it was the dumbest thing he'd seen any girl do,
especially since I had no reason to do that, according
to him. Once he accompanied me back to the subway station,

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I asked for a snapchat I was a complete moron
or any type of social media he had. He told
me he doesn't use his phone like that and was
fully off the grid. I went back home and never
heard of him again, although I didn't get conventionally harassed,
violence and sexual endeavors, etc. I'm honestly scared I could

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have been potentially raped or a human trafficking victim. The
latter might be a stretch, but you never know. I
want to know if there's any way I could leave
an anonymous tip to the city or something. I was
searching through public records but couldn't find anything. What do
you guys make of this? I'm a female twenty one.

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I was visiting my cousin in a neighboring city. She
lives in the middle of nowhere, on a suburb with
high crime rate. Her specific area is more secluded and safer,
but you have to ride the bus through the shady
part first to get there. I rode the bus to
the center of the city and got onto another bus

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towards the suburbs. When I got on, I paid my
fare and quietly asked for the ticket guiy to announce
my stop. He said it would be a long way.
I huddled in the seat in the tail of a
bus and waited for the bus to depart, keeping close
watch over my possessions. As the stops came and went,

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the bus became packed and a lady sat next to me.
At some point they need Across from me on the
front of the bus was a man that looked to
be in his late twenties chatting with a group of friends.
He kept staring at me. When the lady next to
me got off the bus, he rushed to get up
and walking towards me, presumably to sit next to me.

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But thankfully another passenger was faster. I took the seat,
so he went back to his friends. I remained composed,
but my gut was telling me something was very off.
In that moment, the ticket guy, who was handing out
tickets to new passengers, loudly tells me that my stop
is two stops away. I see the creep, look at
the ticket guy, then at me, and exchange a look

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with his friends. We reached the middle of nowhere, part
of the suburb where the stops were literally in the
middle of nowhere, with a few sparse buildings and no
people on the street. It had started to get dark.
At this point I was aware I needed to think fast,
and think fast I did. The bus came to stop

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and the doors opened. I waited until the last moment,
got up and made my way towards the doors at
the end of the bus. The guy jolted up from
his seat and hurried his way to the other door,
which was in the middle of the bus and closest
to him. He walked out right before the doors closed,
but I remained inside. When he realized I didn't get off,

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he started following the bus. I still wasn't safe because
he knew my stop was next. I talked to the
take A guy and the driver, and God bless their hearts,
they kept watch over me. Let me ride the bus
to the end of the line and back, and my
cousin and family waited for me at the bus stop
on the way back. This happened fairly recently. I was

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trying to get a train to the city for a
night of drinking with some friends. Unfortunately, the trains weren't
running in the city center that day for some reason,
so they had a replacement buss server instead. So off
I toddled looking for where they had hidden the replacement
buses in the train station. After a while seemed like
I was on the right track. Just as I found

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a very promising corridor, I heard running footsteps coming from
behind me. I glanced around to find an Arabic man
springing to stop beside me. I know he was Arabic
because he tried to offer and teach me Arabic while
I was trapped with him. Later on, he asked me
if I knew where the replacement bus service was. I

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replied that I was probably just as lost as he was,
and I was trying to find it myself. I thought
that would be the end of our interaction, but he
continued walking beside me. Fair enough. I thought we were
both looking for the same thing, so maybe he thinks
we stand a better chance of finding it together. I
wish I would have turned around and darted into the

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bathroom or something. It turned out that the corridor did
lead to the replacement buses, and the driver was standing
outside of the doors. He assured us that we had
plenty of time and we're the first ones here. He
opened the doors to let us in, and the bus
was completely empty. I decided to take a random seat

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in the middle and held it up next to the window,
ready to put my headphones on. And where does this
guy choose to sit on a completely empty bus right
next to me, trapping me in the row of seats.
I thought it was a little weird at the time,
but I figured no harm would come of it. He
asked me why I'm headed to the city center. I

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told him that I was meeting friends there for a
girl's night out, then very pointedly put on my headphones
and started to find a good song to listen to.
He insisted that he should join us, but I tell
him it's girls only and I don't really know him.
He answered with we could get to know each other
and I'll buy you to drink. I tell him, no thanks,

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I just want to see my friends today. The bus
has got him moving at this point, and there are
a few others on board. From there, he proceeds to
badger me with questions, all of which I ignore or
give one word answers to. After a bunch of them,
my replies became variations of I just want to listen

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to my music now and I'm not interested in talking. Sorry.
He starts complimenting my body, telling me he thinks I'm beautiful,
and repeating over and over I really like you. My
only responses now are leave me alone, which I say
every so often, and I'm visibly shrinking away from him
as he leans in closer. The bus driver doesn't seem

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to know where he's going for the next stop, and
the city center is ages away. I'm trapped in the
sea and starting to really panic. He starts stepping it
up to I love you and leans right up to me,
making kissy sounds with his lips. That was the moment
my hero intervened. It was a man around my age,

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sitting in a few seats back. I'll quote what I
can remember to the best of my abilities. Excuse me, mate,
she asked you multiple times to leave her alone. Fuck off.
You need to move away from her. You're clearly bothering her.
Mind your own business. We're fine, ma'am. Do you want

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him to move? I'm practically pinned against the window, getting
pretty scared, and say yeah. The creep gets up and
storms over to the man. Do you want to fight?
Do you wanna fucking go right now? My hero simply
replied with nah, I'd rather you control yourself and leave

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her alone. The creep was visibly ready to start throwing punches.
When the driver calls back to see if there's a
problem and if he needs to kick anyone off the bus.
The creep quietly says no and moves to a few
seats behind my hero. Much to my relief, I mouthed
several thank yous to my hero, who just smiles like

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it's no big deal. The creep tries to follow me
off the bus when my friends meet me there, so
he walks off. I'm so glad he intervened when he did.
A couple of years ago, my friend and I were

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on our way back home from a concert around eleven pm.
Because we were at a concert, we only had the
necessities with us and nothing to defend ourselves with. In
the train station, there are five total people, three men
and us, two twenty year olds something women. The first
of the two men were pretty normal, a businessman with

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a briefcase and a homeless man, both minding their business.
The third man, however, was highly intoxicated and was already
shouting out obscenities before we entered this station. When we
came down the stairs, the man noticed us immediately, and
we definitely noticed him. He was walking around in circles,
muttering to himself with a huge liquor bottle that was

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two thirds of the way empty. We sat down on
a bench near the businessman to wait for the train.
As we waited. We didn't talk much. We paid attention
to what the man was saying, trying to make any
sense of it, just in case something did happen. Eventually
we started to understand some of what he was saying.

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He was screaming about how he wanted to rip our
faces off, and at this point my friend and I
were panicking because this was the only train that took
us to where we needed to go, and it was
almost there. The man began going on about how he
was gonna rip your cheeks off and fuck them. The
train came after about three minutes of extreme panic and

(31:52):
we got on. Luckily he didn't. I've kept this one
inside for nearly fifteen years now and finding the right
platform to relieve the bird, and it's nice. When I
was fifteen, I went to a show in Liverpool, UK

(32:13):
with a friend. My friend told me that he was
staying at a friend's house, so I boarded the twenty
five minute train home alone. This was the last train home,
around eleven thirty pm. I found a seat and stared
out the window as the city lights faded into periphial twinkles.
Some five minutes in. My trance was broken by the

(32:34):
soft croak of an older guy, maybe fifty, with dusty
blonde hair and aviator framed glasses. Hello, young man, are
you okay? You look lonely, shocked and confused. I nodded,
I'm okay. Thanks. The name is Dean. Do you like
smoking weed or drinking beers? I've got something at my house.

(32:57):
Are you stopping at Crew? You can pop in and
now I'm getting off. I run corn, I mistakenly replied,
cringing internally, I excused myself to use the bathroom. As
I made my way hastily across the carriage, the twinkling
city lights now replaced by dank fields and suburban decay.

(33:18):
I peeked back, noticing that the man was playing with
something that seemed like a needle. I sped up to
the bathroom and locked the door. It was only ten
more minutes until I stop. Next stop is run corn.
I don't think a digitized trade announcement has ever sounded
so heavenly. I threw the door open and bolted to

(33:38):
the exit. As my feet touched the station floor, I
felt a firm grip on my shoulder. Looking back in
fear and trying to shake off the grip, I acted
fast and instinctively. I shouted dad at a completely empty
side of the gate. The now stumbling backwards Dean let
out a oh fuck under his breath and ran to

(34:01):
the other side of the train while I ran through
the gate, printed all the way home and told my parents,
who called the police. We never heard anything. Firstly, I'm
a twenty four year old guy, and I'm not great
at writing things out like this, but I just wanted

(34:22):
some advice as I'm a socially awkward person. I decided
to go into town the other day and took the
train in. I arrived at the train station, got my ticket,
then waited for the train. I was approached by this
man I'll say in the sixties. I must have been
someone he knew or seen before, because he said, Wow,

(34:44):
I haven't seen you in some time. I replied, sorry,
I think you may have the wrong person. You continue
to push the conversation by saying, oh, you must have
a twin. I left and brusted off. Once the train arrived,
I got in and sat down. I sat down in
the two seater chair. The man sat down next to
me and asked me my name. Trying to be nice,

(35:08):
I replied with my name and he said his name.
He asked me a few questions and I gave answers.
Up to this point, it's fine. He asked me to
use my phone to make a call, which I didn't
see the issue with, but after this he sent a
text message, which was fine. His phone beeped. He then
turned to me and said, I have to number now

(35:30):
we can catch up later. He had called himself on
my phone to get my number. I tried to play
it off all cool, but I was pretty creeped out
and couldn't leave since he blocked me in. Finally, he
got off at his station straight away text me, and
each day he has been texting me to come over
to his house or go out to get coffee. I

(35:52):
felt bad for him because he seemed lonely, but it
just feels really odd and creepy. I just wanted to
hear some people's thoughts, as I've never been in a
situation like this before and don't really have friends to
talk to about this. So this is a situation that

(36:14):
happened to Dubai Airport. Although I wasn't the main victim
in the story, I was trying to get to the
terminal in order to catch a flight out of Dubai
when I realized the taxi driver took me over to
the wrong terminal. Disappointed at the fact that I was
in the wrong place, I allowed it out of fucking
hell out of frustration at myself, and decided to figure

(36:36):
out where to go next. A few minutes later, two
police officers came and detained me and went off at
me for swearing an Arab woman who I assume was
somewhere around me, and a whole host of insults that
would only be really offensive in Arab Asian culture, including
threats of violence, until they saw I had a passport
from a western country and steadenly decided to become polite.

(37:00):
I don't look like I'm from the West. However, the
worst part of that hour long ordeal was the fact
that there was a Hungarian girl they came in with
her dad and complained about being raped. Only did he
get yelled at by the police and they told her
to get lost. Is this a common experience in authoritarian countries?
What would a woman do if she was attacked like this? Anyway,

(37:22):
I'm glad I wasn't a girl at the time. Also
due buy police, let's not meet

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