February 18, 2025 • 30 mins
In this spine-chilling video, we dive into real-life stories of attempted abductions that will leave you on the edge of your seat. From terrifying close calls to moments where survival instincts kicked in just in time, these heart-stopping tales are a stark reminder of the dangers lurking in the shadows. Join us as we narrate the most chilling and disturbing accounts of people who narrowly escaped the unthinkable. Be prepared for a rollercoaster of fear, and remember—sometimes, reality is scarier than fiction. Don’t forget to like, comment, and subscribe for more unsettling stories! #HorrorStories #TrueCrime #AbductionStories #ScaryTales #RealLifeHorror You can also listen in podcast form "Scary Stories from Bad Vibes" Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/show/6WCjzGChSiOtskaZjonvqz Apple Podcast: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/scary-stories-from-bad-vibes/id1614005565 iHeartRadio: https://www.iheart.com/podcast/53-bad-vibes-nightmares-94022380/ Deezer: https://www.deezer.com/show/3497187 Podcast Addict: https://podcastaddict.com/podcast/3868720 Podchaser: https://www.podchaser.com/podcasts/bad-vibes-nightmares-4264713 JiloSaavn: https://www.jiosaavn.com/shows/Scary-Stories-from-Bad-Vibes/1/A7Unzn6te1Y_ Become a CHANNEL MEMBER for early access for as little as 99 cents a month: https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC7N-0n6MRuhtRVfCpj_oArQ/join Perhaps buy some MERCH: https://teespring.com/stores/bad-vibes-storytelling Follow me on Social Media: TWITTER: https://twitter.com/BadVibesYOUTUBE INSTAGRAM: https://www.instagram.com/badvibesstorytelling/ Send your TRUE story in: badvibes760@gmail.com Music by: C.O.A.G: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zXZsUCwRkPs Timestamps: Story 1:(00:00) Story 2: (04:4) Story 3: (06:0) Story 4:(08:2) Story 5: (11:2) Story 6: (17:3) Story 7:(20:04) Story 8: (23:16) Story 9: (26:03)
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Speaker 1 (00:03):
Back when I was twelve. I went to private school,
so I needed to take a long walk to my apartment.
Since my school was a bit far from the city center.
This was in Zagreb, Croatia, so I had a lot
of public transportation options to get home. My usual routine
was to get on the bus at the station in
front of my school, all the way down from the
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main street, then take a tramp to the public park
and walk home the rest of the way. Our school
had a double timeline, where one week we went to
school in the morning and the other week we had
classes in the afternoon. This happened during one of my
afternoon weeks. I was walking out with a few classmates
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since we all got on the same bus. The rest
of my classmates were picked up by their parents. When
we got on the bus, there were a few empty seats,
so I took a seat in front of a balding
middle aged man who was wearing slightly dirty shoes. That
was my mistake. As soon as I sat down, he
started staring at me like staring with a cold look
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in his eyes. Feeling uncomfortable, I took the book out
of my bag and started reading. I would have used
my phone if I could, but it was dead because
I forgot to charge it before I left the house
that day. The guy didn't stop staring at me for
what felt like the whole bus ride, to the point
where I couldn't even concentrate on my book, but I
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refused to put it down because I was scared. I
would have mentioned something to my classmates, but they were
all spread out on the bus and I was too
scared to move. I don't know why, but I didn't
want him to see that I was scared, thinking that
maybe that would deter him, or maybe I thought he
was just staring at me for some stupid reason. When
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it finally got to our stop, my classmates and I
got off, and some of us headed to the tram
station while the others walked to their houses. The guy
who was staring at me also got off with us,
and he started telling us while keeping a fair distance.
I told one of my friends about this, but urged
him not to look back, thinking ignoring him would be
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our best option. When we got to the station, different
people got on different trams since each of them had
different routes. I needed to take tram too, and so
did my friend. We waited for her to arrive, and
the guy was somewhere to our right, but we refused
to look at him. When our tram arrived, my friend
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and I got on, but so did the creepy guy.
When I arrived at my stop, I tried to quietly
discuss with my friend if getting off with me just
in case was a good idea. But then we saw
the guy get off himself and start heading back into
the park, opposite where I needed to go. He probably
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overheard us talking, since there was barely any people in
the tram at the time it was around nine pm,
but I didn't think of that, so I thought that
it had all been a misunderstanding. When I got off
and the tram sped away to the next station, I
started walking home. It was a short distance, so it
would have only taken me five minutes, but then I
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noticed someone following me. I immediately knew it was the
same guy, so I picked up my pace and walked
to my apartment. As I turned the corner into the
alley that has my apartment, the guy was getting closer.
I got to the building and buzzed my mom on
the intercom. I wish he would have hurried up, but
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in the end the guy managed to catch up with me.
I could smell the stench coming off of him as
he started talking, Hey, how have you been, buddy? I
saw your dad yesterday and he told me all about
how you were getting on in that new school of years,
and I immediately knew he was lying, since my dad
had been away on work related business for months and
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I hadn't returned home in that time. Once, I didn't
know what to do, so I just stood there quietly
staring at him. Just then, the door buzzed and unlocked,
so I bolted for it. I managed to rush in
and started running up the stairs, but he was following
behind me, running himself. Never in my life have I
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felt such an adrenaline rush as I ran up those
stairs to the third floor. I had my backpack on
with books weighing me down, so I had a disadvantage.
But in the end I managed to arrive at the
door when my mom was happily waiting for me. With
no warning, I shoved her away from the door as
I entered, before slamming it shut. Fortunately, the guy had
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enough common sense not to continue chasing me. After that,
I told my mom what happened, and she called the
police and they arrived some time later, questioning me on
how the guy looked and what exactly happened. In the end,
they looked at camera footage, but since it was so
dark and I didn't turn on the indoor building lights
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as I entered, they weren't able to get a clear
view of his face. For weeks, I was too scared
to go home, so my mom picked me up every time.
Two weeks later, when on the news the man was
arrested for kidnapping and raping of children, they showed his
face and it was the same exact guy I saw
that night, so I finally breathed a sigh of relief,
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knowing I was safe for now. But that didn't excuse
the fact that I was so careless by not charging
my phone, and there's still so many bad people out there.
To the person I met, you're ever going to get
released for some ungodly reason. I hope I never see
your face again. This truly felt like something from a
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horror movie. I'm posting this to look for any possible
answers or closure. I've since told the police about this,
and the police asked me why I didn't call them
when it was happening. My friend and I were in
a dark car park by the lake in my city.
The lake is surrounded by various car parks and trees.
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The closer you get to the lake, the further you
are from the main road, which takes you out of
the wooded area. My friend and I were part five
meters from the lake, with the car facing the lake.
We were sitting in there listening to music and chatting
for about ten minutes with me and the driver's seat,
but the condition off. When all of a sudden, my friend,
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who was looking out my driver's side window, says to me,
is that a man standing there? I laughed and looked ahead,
and all I see is the dark lake in front
of me. I say no, but he points his finger
at the driver's side window, and I turned my head
to see a man with what seemed to be a
cat mask covering the top half of his face, standing
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about ten meters away, staring and not moving. I'm immediately
extremely freaked out. The way he was standing there and
just staring at us through the mask was so unnerving.
I immediately start the car as quickly as I could,
which leads this man running straight to my driver's side
door at full speed. Thankfully, my doors were locked and
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he stood no chance against my car. Just as we
breathed a small sigh of relief that the car was
now moving, we see a white car following closely behind
our car. Now, as I mentioned, we are in the
wooded area with dirt roads and several turns which I'm
not familiar with. Each term we made, which were all
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wrong turns. Unfortunately, the car would follow us. We were
screaming the whole way, not sure what they wanted from us. Eventually,
the worst thing that could possibly happen happened, and I
was making the wrong turn into a dead end car park.
The white car parks at an angle, blocking me in.
At this point, generally fearing for my life, and the
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mass man appears from the forest, coming at my car quick.
I drove around, nearly hitting them, but I managed to
east past the white car at an angle. I finally
drove out of that the right way and got onto
the main road. To me, the scariest part is wondering
what they wanted from us. It felt more like a prank.
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Considering the whole car pursuit. There's no attempt to block
us in. I don't know what kind of weapons they
had in the car. I thought it was possibly an
attempted carjacking, but if that was the case, I feel
like there would have been more efficient means of doing this.
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I'm not sure if this is going to be that
interesting of a story, since it happened at such a
young age that the story had to be relayed to
me through family. When I was around one or two
years old, me and my sister were at our anne house.
My mom, sister and I were outside in the front
yard and she said she needed to get something from inside.
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My sister was around five or six at the time
and should have never been put in charge of a
baby anyway. During the time that she left and it
was just the two of us outside, apparently someone had
grabbed me and no one noticed until my mom came
back outside and I was nowhere to be seen. They
immediately freaked out and my uncle at the time drove
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all around the area searching for me. He had a
feeling that he knew who it was. He was in
the verge breaking into the guy's house because he banged
on the door multiple times and was ignored. My aunt
must have talked him out of it, because they ended
up going back home and called the police. When the
cops got there, they were driving all around and ended
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up finding me a couple blocks away, just standing outside
of the very house my uncle said the guy was in.
They never made it any arrest on the guy, and
I don't think they questioned him. My family says that
they think once he heard the sirens, he panicked and
just let me outside, and that's why they found me there.
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There's no way a baby that just recently started walking
could have wandered off that far. So guy who kidnapped
me and left me on the side of the road,
let's not ever meet again. When I was fourteen or fifteen,
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I used to have absolutely no stranger danger awareness at all.
I didn't mind being out at night on my own,
not that I was much at that age. I'd go
down the back streets on my own. Any basic safety
techniques just didn't bother me because I thought I would
always be fine. One day, I was walking back from
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town and thought I would take my usual shortcut down
the alleyways behind the high street. I'm quite happily walking
when I round the corner into a guy who's loitering
and we walk eye straight away. I thought the polite
thing to do was smile, and thankfully he smiled back.
I decided he's no threat and walked right by him.
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Then I hear him say something about my smile. I
felt thanks over my shoulder and carry on. I turned
down another corner. So does he now, saying that he
likes my trainers, so I yelled another thanks. He asked
me where I got them from. I say, I don't know.
Now I'm speeding up because this dude is definitely following me.
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I turned down onto a main road where I know
there will be people, hoping this would deter him. Nope,
there he is following behind, still trying to get me
to engage. I come to a busy crossing and I
know he's about to catch up to me. As safely
as I could, which is probably not that safely. I
bowled across the road, leave him to watch me on
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the other side, still shouting something to me. I ran
across another road and dived into a convenience store and
called the person who was looking after me at the time,
who told me to stay there that she was coming
to get me. Whilst I was on the phone with her,
I see the man round the corner. Look around. He
was even checking behind cars and everything. Thankfully, he gave
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up pretty quickly and seemed to leave. My care worker
called the police and two officers came by, but they
weren't overly concerned. I guess he hadn't technically done anything. Interestingly,
they did seem to know from the description who it
was likely to be, and said that they were in
touch with the people who work with him and would
let them know anyway. About four days later, I go
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to a coffee place I used to read that's not
too far from there. It didn't even cross my mind
that I might see him again. In my head, it
was all sortid done, dusted. I take my seat near
the toilets and start reading. When the toilet door opens
and the big blue coat I described to the police
a few days earlier emerges. I stare at him in fear.
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He briefly regards me, then carries on past. I have
no idea if you recognize me or not. It didn't
seem like it safe to say. I'm a lot more
careful now. I'm a male sixteen. It was around nine
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or ten pm and now skateboarding at a skate park
around five minutes away from my house. I didn't have
a car yet, so I usually skate there. Sometimes I
do have to deal with some creepy or strange people
because I live in Las Vegas, Nevada, and not a
great part of town, so that's usually a common thing here.
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This night, I went there alone and there was only
one other person at the park who I met there
for the first time. We had a good time and
skated around for an hour, just me and him. Eventually,
a guy and a child came walking into the skate
park and came up to us. The first weird thing
I noticed is the child had no shoes on and
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was wearing pants and a T shirt even though it's
pretty cold outside even for me, and I was wearing
a hoodie. Another thing that's strange was he had what
seemed to be a gun with him. I noticed the
guy had some tattoos and he was maybe around six foot.
This guy starts first by talking to the guy I
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was skating with and tells him that he cuts hair
and if he ever needs a barber, hit him up.
My friend says thanks, and then he walks over to
me saying the same thing. I just say all right,
thank you, and thought he would leave us alone. He
asked if his son could try my board. I was
a little hesitant first, but I said all right. The
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child didn't even seem to want to try it. The
man picked him up by his arms and put him
on it. Eventually, the child stands on it and is
trying it. While he's doing that, the guide turns to
me and repeats himself saying I'm a barber and he's
just here with his nephew. I thought it was really
weird that he said it was his son first, and
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now he's saying his nephew. About ten minutes later, my
friend leaves to me there and the guy is still there.
He asked me to do a trick for his nephew,
and while I'm doing it, forces him to watch me
by holding his head in a place towards me. After
I do it, he repeats himself again that he's a
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barber if I ever need my hair cut, and then
he says he's here with his sun. I then ask,
didn't you say that was your nephew, to which he says, oh, yeah, sorry.
I get confused sometimes my bad. I just shrug it
off and tell him I needed to go. He then says, yeah,
his dad's coming to pick him up now. So I'm
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leaving and I look back and he's getting into a car.
I'm not actually going home yet. I was just getting
to McDonald's to have something to eat. I see the
car drive off, but instead of going in an opposite direction,
he's going the same way. I'm going to the same McDonald's.
He comes up to me again and says, hey, what
a coincidence. I was hungry too, or something like that.
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At this point, I just leave, and not before he
repeats himself again and asks for my number. I say no, thanks.
Really weird guy. Just wondering if anyone has any theories
or anything as to what was going on with him
and the kid. I'm a twenty seven year old female.
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When I was about fifteen, my cousin, who was fourteen
at the time, and I were walking past a really
dark alley in the late afternoon. I noticed an old,
suspicious car with a creepy guy driving slowly past us.
He turned around and pulled up right next to us
with the creepiest look on his face. He was probably
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in his late twenties. He asked us in the creepiest voice,
if we had a lighter he could borrow. For a moment,
I thought about saying yes, but my instincts kicked in
and I said no. Sorry. Then he seemed frustrated and
asked if we needed a lift somewhere. We freaked out
and ran away. It was such a creepy moment To
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this day, I wonder what he was planning to do
with us. I'm now a forty one year old female,
but when I was twenty years old, I attended college
in northeast Pennsylvania. I lived off campus and had a
part time job at the mall. The mall was just
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over a mile away, and I would walk to and
from work regularly. The mall generally closed at nine PM,
and I would finish up my closing tasks and start
walking home around nine thirty pm or ten at the latest.
Occasionally I would get a ride home from a coworker,
but most of them were high schoolers getting picked up
by their parents. One night, I was walking my familiar
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route home. There are never many people out and about
downtown until I got back onto campus, which I would
cut across to get home this night. I was only
a few blocks from the mall and I noticed the
van parked next to the corner, but didn't think anything
of it. Initially, there were always a smattering of cars
parked around. The van appeared to be running and the
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headlights were on. As I got a bit closer, I
noticed the sliding door on the side was open. I
definitely noticed, but assumed that someone must be loading something
in and out of one of the local businesses along
the street. As I walked past the van, there's a
sudden flurry of movement. To my left. There had apparently
been a man crouched by the dumpster there, and he
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was running straight at the open van door. The scary
part was that I was directly between him and the
open van door. He was trying to shove me inside
the van. I screamed, and I can only credit my
complete awkward lack of coordination for what happened next. I
tripped and stumbled when he surprised me, so when he
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hit me, I was already falling down to the ground.
The force he hit me with only got my head
and shoulders into the open door wall. The majority of
my body was outside on the ground. I remember he
grabbed me around the waist and was trying to hoist
me up through the door, but I was just discombobulated
dead weight. He jumped over me into the van, grabbed
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a handful of my hair, and started pulling me off
the ground into his van. This is when headlights of
a car turning it down the shop washed over me,
and I could briefly see that this was a white
guy in a black hoodie. When I saw the car,
screamed louder and started wildly flailing my arms. I heard
their brake screech, and then the guy let go of
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my hair. I jumped back in the hooded bastard slammed
the door shut, and seconds later accelerated away. A cute, little,
white haired Polish woman had been in the car that
turned down the road at the exact right moment to
save me. She hugged me and told me I was safe,
and it was then that I realized I was still screaming.
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She sat on the sidewalk with me and then walked
me to her car. Cell phones were relatively new, neither
of us had one. She drove me to the police
station and stayed with me while I answered questions and
made a report. As far as I know, they never
caught the guy my housemate with a car. Let me
borrow it anytime I was going to work after that,
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and I never walked downtown after that. I had nightmare
for a while. I can't help but think what could
have happened to me. I grew up in a small town,
primarily Hispanic. Everyone knew everything. We had some things here
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and there, of course, but other than that, not too
much stuff happens here. I'm overweight, to put it simply,
and not to the standards of beauty. Really. I remember
reading a mem online once where they joked about can't
catch me or cannet me, since you can't carry me,
keep eating cake and laugh at that, and was like,
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so true. God, I didn't realize how that would come
back and bite me. I believe I was nineteen and
it was nighttime. My weed plug was doing a dash
and dash and being broken desperate, I went for it.
I figured I grew up here, I know all the areas.
What made this more tempting is it's actually not far
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from my area at all. So I said, fuck it.
I was on a video, called my boyfriend and told
him I was going for it. He stays on the
phone with me as I head out. Mind you, it's late,
The areas I have to cross are not well lit,
and I left with nothing on me, not even my
taser alarm and pepper spray that my dad made me have.
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Oh and what makes things worse, I snack out because
I didn't want my dad to know I was hunting
for weed. So this was already starting out great. I
set off. I have to cross the railroad tracks to
get to the area, which was pitch black. Only the
main road in the distance lighting it up, and some
lights from warehouses nearby, but other than that it was
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hard to see. I make my way towards the main
road and notice the semi parked on the side of
the road. Not unusual. Semis parked all the time, so
nothing weird. Then I hear a O lah hey. I
look over and see a man in a semi truck.
He looked generic, a Mexican man with a red long sleeve.
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He looked like any other man i'd see around town,
but a smile. I don't know, he was just off.
I waved, being polite. He gestures for me to come
over and start speaking in Spanish, but I don't know Spanish.
I know what you're thinking. One, why don't you know
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Spanish if you grew up in a Hispanic town? And two,
why aren't you running? My parents never taught me, sue me.
And two he was far away, so I kept walking.
I just sheepishly respond that I don't speak Spanish. I
said this in Spanish. I learned the phrase just to
say it to people. I wave him off, quickly walking away.
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My poor asked me, who's that. I just tell him
some random semi truck driver. I go on with the night.
I think I've been out for forty minutes at this point,
and I realized I'm not gonna find it big sad,
so I start heading home, still on the phone with
my boyfriend. I keep talking to him and my phone
is dying, which is actually what made my boyfriend tell
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me to just go home. So I start to walk back.
I go down the road and look down the pitch
black area where the railroad is, and I stop. I
just had a bad feeling. Something told me not to
go home just yet. I tell my boyfriend I'm gonna
look at the other end of the street that was
towards where the warehouse was giving off light past the
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empty trailers partially hidden by the shadows. I start walking
into the light and I hear movement behind me, and hey,
I turn around hella quick and saw the same semi
truck driver with the same smile he had. He came
out from behind the trailer he was hiding behind. He
had his right hand tucked in his pocket and was
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posturing in his body in a way where he was
hiding whatever he had. He told me to come here
and started getting closer to me. I immediately tell my boyfriend
to wake up his dad and come get me. I
backed up quickly and was trying so hard to think.
He saw that I was on the phone and immediately
had a mad and annoyed look on his face. He
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stopped and actually began hiding behind the trailers. So I
booked it down the road. Tell my boyfriend to come
get me, or have his dad come get me. I
didn't want to call my dad because even at that moment,
for some reason, I was still terrified of getting caught
sneaking out. I ran across the main road to his
little mini mart across the street and hid behind the
ice machine. I told my boyfriend. I needed to call
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someone and hung up on him. I called my friend,
who thank god, was out with the girlfriend. I tell
him I'm in danger and needed him to come get me.
Then I tell him where I'm at. While I was
waiting for them, I stayed behind the ice machine and
saw a semi I saw him look around for me
and shake his head in disappointment before driving off. Even
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in that moment, I didn't feel safe, not until my
friend pulled up. Everything hit me once he got out
of the car and I hugged him, crying. He and
his girlfriend calmed me down and took me home. I
got a lecture from my boyfriend, but I'd rather take
that lecture than anything else. I was lucky, way too lucky.
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The false sense of security my weight and looks give
me really shattered after that, and I'm glad for it.
It terrifies me to think of how things could have
turned out if I didn't have my boyfriend on the
phone with me. So, semi truck driver, that's not me.
I never want to see that ever again. This happened
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to me about two or three years ago. When I
was sixteen. I used to work at a fast food
restaurant and lived in the place where we have all seasons.
At this point, it was winter, so it got dark
pretty early around five or six pm. I was called
to come into work this particular day, but the weather
was kind of bad, causing us not to have any customers.
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As a result, we had to close the store early.
It was about five thirty pm when my manager left,
locking the stoor and making me wait outside for my ride.
About twenty minutes had passed since she left, and I
was really cold, so I decided regrettably that I walked
to my friend's house just a few blocks away, about
a ten minute walk, and wait for my ride there.
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The store I worked at was on a busy street
that was near a residential nameighborhood. As I walk away
from the store, I start walking down the residential street
behind the store. I was walking on the sidewalk to
the left of the street, as there was only one
sidewalk on the right side of the street. If I
walked on the right sidewalk, I'd only walk on it
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for a block and then I would have to walk
the rest of the way on the road. There were
also woods on that side of the road. It was
convenient as well, because the left side of the street
was my store and there were no street lights. I
walked about three fourths of the block when I got
this feeling that I was being watched. The neighborhood was
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really dark at this point, and I had pretty much
reached the end of the block and was getting ready
to cross the street when I noticed a silhouette of
someone walking on the right side of the street near
the woods. They were about five nine to five ten
and looked to be maybe one hundred and eighty two
hundred pounds. I couldn't make out any features, though I'm
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the type of person who's very aware of my surroundings
and slightly paranoid as I've been followed, almost kidnapped, stoked,
you get the gist. So when I noticed him, I
stopped walking and immediately get a sick feeling in my stomach.
The man then noticed me and proceeded to walk slowly
and yelled out to me. He says, you'll come here,
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I want to talk to you. I say back, no,
I'm good, I'm only sixteen. Then I turn around and
start walking back to the store. He continues to yell
things at me, trying to convince me to come to him.
At this point, something in me told me to run,
and I did just that. As I'm running, I know
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I shouldn't have, but I turned my head to see
if he was actually chasing me or not. Into my horror,
he was, so I turned up the speed and ran
as fast as I can. Thankfully, as I reached the store,
my ride pulled up, so I ran to the car.
As I tried to get in, the door was locked.
It took about twenty seconds for them to unlock the car,
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which felt like hours. Eventually I got in and just
broke down crying, not gonna lie. I was kind of
out of shape, so my back was hurting from breathing
so hard, and I was all frazzled. This was the
first time I was chased on foot, and let me
tell you, it's way more scarier, surreal and intense being
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chased on foot than someone chasing you in a car. Still,
to this day, I've added trauma from this incident, and
it makes me hard to go anywhere by myself, especially
in the dark. So to the man that chased me
in the dark, let's not meet again.
Back when I was twelve. I went to private school,
so I needed to take a long walk to my apartment.
Since my school was a bit far from the city center.
This was in Zagreb, Croatia, so I had a lot
of public transportation options to get home. My usual routine
was to get on the bus at the station in
front of my school, all the way down from the
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main street, then take a tramp to the public park
and walk home the rest of the way. Our school
had a double timeline, where one week we went to
school in the morning and the other week we had
classes in the afternoon. This happened during one of my
afternoon weeks. I was walking out with a few classmates
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since we all got on the same bus. The rest
of my classmates were picked up by their parents. When
we got on the bus, there were a few empty seats,
so I took a seat in front of a balding
middle aged man who was wearing slightly dirty shoes. That
was my mistake. As soon as I sat down, he
started staring at me like staring with a cold look
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in his eyes. Feeling uncomfortable, I took the book out
of my bag and started reading. I would have used
my phone if I could, but it was dead because
I forgot to charge it before I left the house
that day. The guy didn't stop staring at me for
what felt like the whole bus ride, to the point
where I couldn't even concentrate on my book, but I
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refused to put it down because I was scared. I
would have mentioned something to my classmates, but they were
all spread out on the bus and I was too
scared to move. I don't know why, but I didn't
want him to see that I was scared, thinking that
maybe that would deter him, or maybe I thought he
was just staring at me for some stupid reason. When
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it finally got to our stop, my classmates and I
got off, and some of us headed to the tram
station while the others walked to their houses. The guy
who was staring at me also got off with us,
and he started telling us while keeping a fair distance.
I told one of my friends about this, but urged
him not to look back, thinking ignoring him would be
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our best option. When we got to the station, different
people got on different trams since each of them had
different routes. I needed to take tram too, and so
did my friend. We waited for her to arrive, and
the guy was somewhere to our right, but we refused
to look at him. When our tram arrived, my friend
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and I got on, but so did the creepy guy.
When I arrived at my stop, I tried to quietly
discuss with my friend if getting off with me just
in case was a good idea. But then we saw
the guy get off himself and start heading back into
the park, opposite where I needed to go. He probably
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overheard us talking, since there was barely any people in
the tram at the time it was around nine pm,
but I didn't think of that, so I thought that
it had all been a misunderstanding. When I got off
and the tram sped away to the next station, I
started walking home. It was a short distance, so it
would have only taken me five minutes, but then I
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noticed someone following me. I immediately knew it was the
same guy, so I picked up my pace and walked
to my apartment. As I turned the corner into the
alley that has my apartment, the guy was getting closer.
I got to the building and buzzed my mom on
the intercom. I wish he would have hurried up, but
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in the end the guy managed to catch up with me.
I could smell the stench coming off of him as
he started talking, Hey, how have you been, buddy? I
saw your dad yesterday and he told me all about
how you were getting on in that new school of years,
and I immediately knew he was lying, since my dad
had been away on work related business for months and
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I hadn't returned home in that time. Once, I didn't
know what to do, so I just stood there quietly
staring at him. Just then, the door buzzed and unlocked,
so I bolted for it. I managed to rush in
and started running up the stairs, but he was following
behind me, running himself. Never in my life have I
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felt such an adrenaline rush as I ran up those
stairs to the third floor. I had my backpack on
with books weighing me down, so I had a disadvantage.
But in the end I managed to arrive at the
door when my mom was happily waiting for me. With
no warning, I shoved her away from the door as
I entered, before slamming it shut. Fortunately, the guy had
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enough common sense not to continue chasing me. After that,
I told my mom what happened, and she called the
police and they arrived some time later, questioning me on
how the guy looked and what exactly happened. In the end,
they looked at camera footage, but since it was so
dark and I didn't turn on the indoor building lights
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as I entered, they weren't able to get a clear
view of his face. For weeks, I was too scared
to go home, so my mom picked me up every time.
Two weeks later, when on the news the man was
arrested for kidnapping and raping of children, they showed his
face and it was the same exact guy I saw
that night, so I finally breathed a sigh of relief,
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knowing I was safe for now. But that didn't excuse
the fact that I was so careless by not charging
my phone, and there's still so many bad people out there.
To the person I met, you're ever going to get
released for some ungodly reason. I hope I never see
your face again. This truly felt like something from a
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horror movie. I'm posting this to look for any possible
answers or closure. I've since told the police about this,
and the police asked me why I didn't call them
when it was happening. My friend and I were in
a dark car park by the lake in my city.
The lake is surrounded by various car parks and trees.
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The closer you get to the lake, the further you
are from the main road, which takes you out of
the wooded area. My friend and I were part five
meters from the lake, with the car facing the lake.
We were sitting in there listening to music and chatting
for about ten minutes with me and the driver's seat,
but the condition off. When all of a sudden, my friend,
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who was looking out my driver's side window, says to me,
is that a man standing there? I laughed and looked ahead,
and all I see is the dark lake in front
of me. I say no, but he points his finger
at the driver's side window, and I turned my head
to see a man with what seemed to be a
cat mask covering the top half of his face, standing
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about ten meters away, staring and not moving. I'm immediately
extremely freaked out. The way he was standing there and
just staring at us through the mask was so unnerving.
I immediately start the car as quickly as I could,
which leads this man running straight to my driver's side
door at full speed. Thankfully, my doors were locked and
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he stood no chance against my car. Just as we
breathed a small sigh of relief that the car was
now moving, we see a white car following closely behind
our car. Now, as I mentioned, we are in the
wooded area with dirt roads and several turns which I'm
not familiar with. Each term we made, which were all
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wrong turns. Unfortunately, the car would follow us. We were
screaming the whole way, not sure what they wanted from us. Eventually,
the worst thing that could possibly happen happened, and I
was making the wrong turn into a dead end car park.
The white car parks at an angle, blocking me in.
At this point, generally fearing for my life, and the
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mass man appears from the forest, coming at my car quick.
I drove around, nearly hitting them, but I managed to
east past the white car at an angle. I finally
drove out of that the right way and got onto
the main road. To me, the scariest part is wondering
what they wanted from us. It felt more like a prank.
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Considering the whole car pursuit. There's no attempt to block
us in. I don't know what kind of weapons they
had in the car. I thought it was possibly an
attempted carjacking, but if that was the case, I feel
like there would have been more efficient means of doing this.
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I'm not sure if this is going to be that
interesting of a story, since it happened at such a
young age that the story had to be relayed to
me through family. When I was around one or two
years old, me and my sister were at our anne house.
My mom, sister and I were outside in the front
yard and she said she needed to get something from inside.
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My sister was around five or six at the time
and should have never been put in charge of a
baby anyway. During the time that she left and it
was just the two of us outside, apparently someone had
grabbed me and no one noticed until my mom came
back outside and I was nowhere to be seen. They
immediately freaked out and my uncle at the time drove
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all around the area searching for me. He had a
feeling that he knew who it was. He was in
the verge breaking into the guy's house because he banged
on the door multiple times and was ignored. My aunt
must have talked him out of it, because they ended
up going back home and called the police. When the
cops got there, they were driving all around and ended
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up finding me a couple blocks away, just standing outside
of the very house my uncle said the guy was in.
They never made it any arrest on the guy, and
I don't think they questioned him. My family says that
they think once he heard the sirens, he panicked and
just let me outside, and that's why they found me there.
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There's no way a baby that just recently started walking
could have wandered off that far. So guy who kidnapped
me and left me on the side of the road,
let's not ever meet again. When I was fourteen or fifteen,
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I used to have absolutely no stranger danger awareness at all.
I didn't mind being out at night on my own,
not that I was much at that age. I'd go
down the back streets on my own. Any basic safety
techniques just didn't bother me because I thought I would
always be fine. One day, I was walking back from
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town and thought I would take my usual shortcut down
the alleyways behind the high street. I'm quite happily walking
when I round the corner into a guy who's loitering
and we walk eye straight away. I thought the polite
thing to do was smile, and thankfully he smiled back.
I decided he's no threat and walked right by him.
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Then I hear him say something about my smile. I
felt thanks over my shoulder and carry on. I turned
down another corner. So does he now, saying that he
likes my trainers, so I yelled another thanks. He asked
me where I got them from. I say, I don't know.
Now I'm speeding up because this dude is definitely following me.
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I turned down onto a main road where I know
there will be people, hoping this would deter him. Nope,
there he is following behind, still trying to get me
to engage. I come to a busy crossing and I
know he's about to catch up to me. As safely
as I could, which is probably not that safely. I
bowled across the road, leave him to watch me on
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the other side, still shouting something to me. I ran
across another road and dived into a convenience store and
called the person who was looking after me at the time,
who told me to stay there that she was coming
to get me. Whilst I was on the phone with her,
I see the man round the corner. Look around. He
was even checking behind cars and everything. Thankfully, he gave
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up pretty quickly and seemed to leave. My care worker
called the police and two officers came by, but they
weren't overly concerned. I guess he hadn't technically done anything. Interestingly,
they did seem to know from the description who it
was likely to be, and said that they were in
touch with the people who work with him and would
let them know anyway. About four days later, I go
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to a coffee place I used to read that's not
too far from there. It didn't even cross my mind
that I might see him again. In my head, it
was all sortid done, dusted. I take my seat near
the toilets and start reading. When the toilet door opens
and the big blue coat I described to the police
a few days earlier emerges. I stare at him in fear.
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He briefly regards me, then carries on past. I have
no idea if you recognize me or not. It didn't
seem like it safe to say. I'm a lot more
careful now. I'm a male sixteen. It was around nine
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or ten pm and now skateboarding at a skate park
around five minutes away from my house. I didn't have
a car yet, so I usually skate there. Sometimes I
do have to deal with some creepy or strange people
because I live in Las Vegas, Nevada, and not a
great part of town, so that's usually a common thing here.
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This night, I went there alone and there was only
one other person at the park who I met there
for the first time. We had a good time and
skated around for an hour, just me and him. Eventually,
a guy and a child came walking into the skate
park and came up to us. The first weird thing
I noticed is the child had no shoes on and
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was wearing pants and a T shirt even though it's
pretty cold outside even for me, and I was wearing
a hoodie. Another thing that's strange was he had what
seemed to be a gun with him. I noticed the
guy had some tattoos and he was maybe around six foot.
This guy starts first by talking to the guy I
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was skating with and tells him that he cuts hair
and if he ever needs a barber, hit him up.
My friend says thanks, and then he walks over to
me saying the same thing. I just say all right,
thank you, and thought he would leave us alone. He
asked if his son could try my board. I was
a little hesitant first, but I said all right. The
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child didn't even seem to want to try it. The
man picked him up by his arms and put him
on it. Eventually, the child stands on it and is
trying it. While he's doing that, the guide turns to
me and repeats himself saying I'm a barber and he's
just here with his nephew. I thought it was really
weird that he said it was his son first, and
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now he's saying his nephew. About ten minutes later, my
friend leaves to me there and the guy is still there.
He asked me to do a trick for his nephew,
and while I'm doing it, forces him to watch me
by holding his head in a place towards me. After
I do it, he repeats himself again that he's a
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barber if I ever need my hair cut, and then
he says he's here with his sun. I then ask,
didn't you say that was your nephew, to which he says, oh, yeah, sorry.
I get confused sometimes my bad. I just shrug it
off and tell him I needed to go. He then says, yeah,
his dad's coming to pick him up now. So I'm
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leaving and I look back and he's getting into a car.
I'm not actually going home yet. I was just getting
to McDonald's to have something to eat. I see the
car drive off, but instead of going in an opposite direction,
he's going the same way. I'm going to the same McDonald's.
He comes up to me again and says, hey, what
a coincidence. I was hungry too, or something like that.
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At this point, I just leave, and not before he
repeats himself again and asks for my number. I say no, thanks.
Really weird guy. Just wondering if anyone has any theories
or anything as to what was going on with him
and the kid. I'm a twenty seven year old female.
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When I was about fifteen, my cousin, who was fourteen
at the time, and I were walking past a really
dark alley in the late afternoon. I noticed an old,
suspicious car with a creepy guy driving slowly past us.
He turned around and pulled up right next to us
with the creepiest look on his face. He was probably
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in his late twenties. He asked us in the creepiest voice,
if we had a lighter he could borrow. For a moment,
I thought about saying yes, but my instincts kicked in
and I said no. Sorry. Then he seemed frustrated and
asked if we needed a lift somewhere. We freaked out
and ran away. It was such a creepy moment To
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this day, I wonder what he was planning to do
with us. I'm now a forty one year old female,
but when I was twenty years old, I attended college
in northeast Pennsylvania. I lived off campus and had a
part time job at the mall. The mall was just
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over a mile away, and I would walk to and
from work regularly. The mall generally closed at nine PM,
and I would finish up my closing tasks and start
walking home around nine thirty pm or ten at the latest.
Occasionally I would get a ride home from a coworker,
but most of them were high schoolers getting picked up
by their parents. One night, I was walking my familiar
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route home. There are never many people out and about
downtown until I got back onto campus, which I would
cut across to get home this night. I was only
a few blocks from the mall and I noticed the
van parked next to the corner, but didn't think anything
of it. Initially, there were always a smattering of cars
parked around. The van appeared to be running and the
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headlights were on. As I got a bit closer, I
noticed the sliding door on the side was open. I
definitely noticed, but assumed that someone must be loading something
in and out of one of the local businesses along
the street. As I walked past the van, there's a
sudden flurry of movement. To my left. There had apparently
been a man crouched by the dumpster there, and he
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was running straight at the open van door. The scary
part was that I was directly between him and the
open van door. He was trying to shove me inside
the van. I screamed, and I can only credit my
complete awkward lack of coordination for what happened next. I
tripped and stumbled when he surprised me, so when he
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hit me, I was already falling down to the ground.
The force he hit me with only got my head
and shoulders into the open door wall. The majority of
my body was outside on the ground. I remember he
grabbed me around the waist and was trying to hoist
me up through the door, but I was just discombobulated
dead weight. He jumped over me into the van, grabbed
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a handful of my hair, and started pulling me off
the ground into his van. This is when headlights of
a car turning it down the shop washed over me,
and I could briefly see that this was a white
guy in a black hoodie. When I saw the car,
screamed louder and started wildly flailing my arms. I heard
their brake screech, and then the guy let go of
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my hair. I jumped back in the hooded bastard slammed
the door shut, and seconds later accelerated away. A cute, little,
white haired Polish woman had been in the car that
turned down the road at the exact right moment to
save me. She hugged me and told me I was safe,
and it was then that I realized I was still screaming.
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She sat on the sidewalk with me and then walked
me to her car. Cell phones were relatively new, neither
of us had one. She drove me to the police
station and stayed with me while I answered questions and
made a report. As far as I know, they never
caught the guy my housemate with a car. Let me
borrow it anytime I was going to work after that,
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and I never walked downtown after that. I had nightmare
for a while. I can't help but think what could
have happened to me. I grew up in a small town,
primarily Hispanic. Everyone knew everything. We had some things here
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and there, of course, but other than that, not too
much stuff happens here. I'm overweight, to put it simply,
and not to the standards of beauty. Really. I remember
reading a mem online once where they joked about can't
catch me or cannet me, since you can't carry me,
keep eating cake and laugh at that, and was like,
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so true. God, I didn't realize how that would come
back and bite me. I believe I was nineteen and
it was nighttime. My weed plug was doing a dash
and dash and being broken desperate, I went for it.
I figured I grew up here, I know all the areas.
What made this more tempting is it's actually not far
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from my area at all. So I said, fuck it.
I was on a video, called my boyfriend and told
him I was going for it. He stays on the
phone with me as I head out. Mind you, it's late,
The areas I have to cross are not well lit,
and I left with nothing on me, not even my
taser alarm and pepper spray that my dad made me have.
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Oh and what makes things worse, I snack out because
I didn't want my dad to know I was hunting
for weed. So this was already starting out great. I
set off. I have to cross the railroad tracks to
get to the area, which was pitch black. Only the
main road in the distance lighting it up, and some
lights from warehouses nearby, but other than that it was
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hard to see. I make my way towards the main
road and notice the semi parked on the side of
the road. Not unusual. Semis parked all the time, so
nothing weird. Then I hear a O lah hey. I
look over and see a man in a semi truck.
He looked generic, a Mexican man with a red long sleeve.
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He looked like any other man i'd see around town,
but a smile. I don't know, he was just off.
I waved, being polite. He gestures for me to come
over and start speaking in Spanish, but I don't know Spanish.
I know what you're thinking. One, why don't you know
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Spanish if you grew up in a Hispanic town? And two,
why aren't you running? My parents never taught me, sue me.
And two he was far away, so I kept walking.
I just sheepishly respond that I don't speak Spanish. I
said this in Spanish. I learned the phrase just to
say it to people. I wave him off, quickly walking away.
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My poor asked me, who's that. I just tell him
some random semi truck driver. I go on with the night.
I think I've been out for forty minutes at this point,
and I realized I'm not gonna find it big sad,
so I start heading home, still on the phone with
my boyfriend. I keep talking to him and my phone
is dying, which is actually what made my boyfriend tell
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me to just go home. So I start to walk back.
I go down the road and look down the pitch
black area where the railroad is, and I stop. I
just had a bad feeling. Something told me not to
go home just yet. I tell my boyfriend I'm gonna
look at the other end of the street that was
towards where the warehouse was giving off light past the
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empty trailers partially hidden by the shadows. I start walking
into the light and I hear movement behind me, and hey,
I turn around hella quick and saw the same semi
truck driver with the same smile he had. He came
out from behind the trailer he was hiding behind. He
had his right hand tucked in his pocket and was
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posturing in his body in a way where he was
hiding whatever he had. He told me to come here
and started getting closer to me. I immediately tell my boyfriend
to wake up his dad and come get me. I
backed up quickly and was trying so hard to think.
He saw that I was on the phone and immediately
had a mad and annoyed look on his face. He
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stopped and actually began hiding behind the trailers. So I
booked it down the road. Tell my boyfriend to come
get me, or have his dad come get me. I
didn't want to call my dad because even at that moment,
for some reason, I was still terrified of getting caught
sneaking out. I ran across the main road to his
little mini mart across the street and hid behind the
ice machine. I told my boyfriend. I needed to call
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someone and hung up on him. I called my friend,
who thank god, was out with the girlfriend. I tell
him I'm in danger and needed him to come get me.
Then I tell him where I'm at. While I was
waiting for them, I stayed behind the ice machine and
saw a semi I saw him look around for me
and shake his head in disappointment before driving off. Even
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in that moment, I didn't feel safe, not until my
friend pulled up. Everything hit me once he got out
of the car and I hugged him, crying. He and
his girlfriend calmed me down and took me home. I
got a lecture from my boyfriend, but I'd rather take
that lecture than anything else. I was lucky, way too lucky.
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The false sense of security my weight and looks give
me really shattered after that, and I'm glad for it.
It terrifies me to think of how things could have
turned out if I didn't have my boyfriend on the
phone with me. So, semi truck driver, that's not me.
I never want to see that ever again. This happened
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to me about two or three years ago. When I
was sixteen. I used to work at a fast food
restaurant and lived in the place where we have all seasons.
At this point, it was winter, so it got dark
pretty early around five or six pm. I was called
to come into work this particular day, but the weather
was kind of bad, causing us not to have any customers.
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As a result, we had to close the store early.
It was about five thirty pm when my manager left,
locking the stoor and making me wait outside for my ride.
About twenty minutes had passed since she left, and I
was really cold, so I decided regrettably that I walked
to my friend's house just a few blocks away, about
a ten minute walk, and wait for my ride there.
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The store I worked at was on a busy street
that was near a residential nameighborhood. As I walk away
from the store, I start walking down the residential street
behind the store. I was walking on the sidewalk to
the left of the street, as there was only one
sidewalk on the right side of the street. If I
walked on the right sidewalk, I'd only walk on it
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for a block and then I would have to walk
the rest of the way on the road. There were
also woods on that side of the road. It was
convenient as well, because the left side of the street
was my store and there were no street lights. I
walked about three fourths of the block when I got
this feeling that I was being watched. The neighborhood was
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really dark at this point, and I had pretty much
reached the end of the block and was getting ready
to cross the street when I noticed a silhouette of
someone walking on the right side of the street near
the woods. They were about five nine to five ten
and looked to be maybe one hundred and eighty two
hundred pounds. I couldn't make out any features, though I'm
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the type of person who's very aware of my surroundings
and slightly paranoid as I've been followed, almost kidnapped, stoked,
you get the gist. So when I noticed him, I
stopped walking and immediately get a sick feeling in my stomach.
The man then noticed me and proceeded to walk slowly
and yelled out to me. He says, you'll come here,
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I want to talk to you. I say back, no,
I'm good, I'm only sixteen. Then I turn around and
start walking back to the store. He continues to yell
things at me, trying to convince me to come to him.
At this point, something in me told me to run,
and I did just that. As I'm running, I know
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I shouldn't have, but I turned my head to see
if he was actually chasing me or not. Into my horror,
he was, so I turned up the speed and ran
as fast as I can. Thankfully, as I reached the store,
my ride pulled up, so I ran to the car.
As I tried to get in, the door was locked.
It took about twenty seconds for them to unlock the car,
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which felt like hours. Eventually I got in and just
broke down crying, not gonna lie. I was kind of
out of shape, so my back was hurting from breathing
so hard, and I was all frazzled. This was the
first time I was chased on foot, and let me
tell you, it's way more scarier, surreal and intense being
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chased on foot than someone chasing you in a car. Still,
to this day, I've added trauma from this incident, and
it makes me hard to go anywhere by myself, especially
in the dark. So to the man that chased me
in the dark, let's not meet again.
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