Scary True Nightshift and Work Horror Stories | Compilation - Scary Stories from Bad Vibes

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Speaker 1 (00:02):
I used to work at the night shift at a small,
isolated gas station just off the highway. It wasn't the
busiest place, especially during the late hours, but it was
still a job. The station was positioned in the middle
of nowhere, surrounded by dense woods on one side and
fields on the other. Sometimes I'd go hours without seeing

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a single customer, and the loneliness would get to me.
One night, around three am, the station was dead quiet.
I just finished stocking the shelves when I noticed the
car pull up. It was an older Sedan, dark colored.
The headlights were off, and it rolled up to the
pump slowly. I stood behind the counter, staring at the

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vehicle through the window. At first I thought it was
a trick of the light, but then I saw a
shadow of a person in the car, sitting motionless in
the driver's seat. I felt a cold knot in my stomach.
It was odd. There was no one else around, and
the car had no license plates. Maybe they're just tired.

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People sometimes wrestle on the side of the highway. I
waited for the driver to move, but nothing happened. I
picked up the phone and dialed the non emergency police line,
asking them if they can come check it out. The
dispatcher told me that they will send someone by, but
it could take a while since no one was in
the area. My eyes kept darting to the window, but

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the car remained still, the figure inside just staring forward.
From what I could tell, minutes passed, and then easy
in my chest grew heavier. Eventually, I grabbed my flashlight,
muttered to myself that I should at least go see
if the person was okay, and stepped out into the
cold night air. I flashed my light through the window.

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The person aside hadn't moved a muscle. It was then
I saw it. The figure wasn't holding onto the steering wheel.
Their hands pressed flat against their face, as if they
were cradling it in their palms. It was a strange
and nerving position. I knocked gently on the window, Hey,

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are you right? The figure didn't move, not even a twitch.
I could feel my pulse picking up speed, and dread
began to creep through me. What if this person was gone?
I took a step back towards the dark woods. I
then turned to head back to the station. That's when
I heard it, a low scraping sound like nails on metal.

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I spun around. I was startled, and let's say I
wasn't as manly as I thought at this moment. My
flashlight shaking in my hands, and there behind the car
was another figure standing in the shadows. I froze. The
second figure stood motionless, staring in my direction, almost as
if they had been waiting for me to notice. My

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heart was pounding in my test I could barely breathe. Then,
without warning, the first figure in the car jerked upright.
Their hands dropped from their face, and they looked directly
at me. I jumped back, stumbled over my feet, and
rushed inside, slamming the door behind me. My hands had
never shaken as much as they shook as I tried

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to lock the door. I heard to the phone. I
called the police again. I can only imagine how I
sounded on this call. I told them about the figures,
about the car, everything. The dispatcher assured me that they
were sending someone over, but it didn't seem like they
were taking me that seriously. Moments later, the car pulled away,

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shining their headlights to the window. As they pulled out.
It drove off down the dark road towards the highway.
The police never showed up. I don't know if I imagined
it or something was really out there, but I can
imagine those eyes staring at me, and the scraping sounds
still haunt me. I ended up quitting that job not

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long after. It was just too creepy for me. Was
this person in the woods watching me? Did they get
out of the car when I wasn't looking. To this day,
I don't know who or what those figures were, but
it often crosses my mind, and I feel so lucky
that I got back in on time. This happened back

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in October, but I haven't been on Reddit for a
while and stumbled across the sub on my page and
realized I finally had something to add. I wish I didn't, though,
after this experience, this is the most danger I've ever
felt in my life. I'm a nineteen year old female.
Let's start off with some context. I work at a
typical photo studio that is placed within a retail store.

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Not going to name which one, but your first guest
is probably correct. On this particular day, I was scheduled
to work three to seven, which was our closing hours.
Unless there's an oversaturation of appointments in a particular time.
It's usually one employee working at a time. It's in
the basement of the two retail stores, tucked away in

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the little back corner. When I arrived that day, my
manager and coworker were both still there getting off. At
three point thirty. I cluck in and started chatting with
my boss about how things were going. There was one
family in the camera room running a little behind, and
she gave me details about my assigned family. She also

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encouraged me to try to get a pool in, which
is when we try to get customers from the retail
store to take photos in exchange for two free pictures,
fully printed and shipped. That's when I noticed a man
in a prison looking outfit. It seems a little off
though it looked like a costume, not something real. It
was October, so costumes weren't totally unusual, but it wasn't

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Halloween weekend or anything, so I thought it was a
bit strange that he was just wandering the store with
no appointment, especially in such a quiet part of the
retail store near the photo studio. I don't think my
boss fully registered how odd this behavior was, because she
approached him and asked him if he wanted to take
some pictures. She mentioned his costume would be perfect for

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a shoot. I didn't catch much of it since I
was busy checking in the next family. My boss walked
by me while I was setting up the studio and
let me know that this guy was interested in photos
after my current appointment. The family I was working with
was great and everything was going smoothly, but I noticed
the man had come over and was sitting on the

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bench closest to the studio. No big deal though. The
bench is usually for parents to watch or put their
things on, but it wasn't a huge deal that he
didn't know that. Before leaving, my boss popped into the
photo room and said something like, hey, I'm getting some
weird vibes from that guy. To have Andrew check in

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on you to make sure everything is fine, the retail
store manager. After I finished taking the family's photos, it
took me a few minutes to edit them. They hit
it out while I stayed on the computer working on
the edits. At that point, the man started walking into
the studio asking if it was his turn. That's when
I noticed a crowbar. It was real, not a prop,

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and he was swinging it around. I started getting nervous
and told him to wait outside for a bit. While
he was outside, he sat on the bench, twitching, nodding off,
and getting up every now and then. I could tell
he was on something and it was just me, him
and the single mother with her two kids. I stopped

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focusing on editing and started watching him closely. He was
making the family uncomfortable. He kept waving the crowbar around,
and I started getting really concerned about the glass window
and my own safety. He came into the studio a
few times. I need to know when it was his turn.
His blank stare was un settling, and at that point

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I was on edge. When I finished editing the family's photos,
I was shaking as I went through the checkout process.
The mom quickly picked up on the situation. The guy
kept peering over the computer to look at her photos.
She eventually snapped loudly, asking can I help you. He
rambled on about how he was supposed to be taking photos.

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She leaned in and whispered to me, asking if I
was okay. I scribbled something on their appointment paper, trying
to suddenly communicate that I needed help, and wrote that
my manager was supposed to come over. By then, it
had been an hour and a half since my coworker left.
The mom was still uneasy, but we finished the transaction.

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I felt paralyzed. I was once wipe away from being
alone in the studio with a man who had a
crowbar and was clearly on drugs. When I went to
swipe the mom's card, it didn't work in our system.
If the car doesn't work locally, we have to process
it at a regular register in the retail store. I
saw this as my chance to get out. I grabbed

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a new transaction receipt and walked her over to the
registers in the salon area. The second I was out
of the man's line of sight, I burst into tears.
I explained everything to one of the salon employees, and
they immediately paged the manager. They asked if I wanted
to wait in the breakroom or the salon, but I'd
had to walk past the man to get to the

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break room, so I stayed in the salon. The mom
reassuring me, telling me that there's no way she was
leaving me alone with him. That made me feel a
little better, but I still had to wait it out
while the manager and another guy went to confront him.
After about fifteen minutes, I peeked out to see if
he had left, and thankfully he had. I was so

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relieved that I didn't have any more appointments that night,
but I still had to sit alone in the studio
for the rest of my shift. Every time the elevator
doors opened, I flinched. It took me a while to
calm down, and I still feel an easy when I
work alone sometimes. The scariest part, though, came after about
forty five minutes later, the store manager came to check

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on me. I asked him about the guy and how
things had gone when they confronted him. The manager told
me that the guy absolutely flipped out, throwing the crowbar
on the ground near them. After mall security arrived, they
were able to escort him out, but I still can't
shake the fear of what could have happened if I
had been left alone with him. I planned away for

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an uber after work, but instead I waited in the
studio to get a ride home with my mom. The
smiling man. I'm aware that that title sounds like a
horror movie or creepy pasta, and if I hadn't lived it,

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I would think it was. This is one of many
stories I have from working the night shift out the
laundrymat in a bad area, and it is definitely the freakiest.
So for some context, my mom took a job years
ago at a local laundrymat because she knew the owner
and needed extra money. I was around ten when she
got the job, and she allowed me to come with

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her because she give me a little lowance for helping
her do small tasks. I ended up going with her
every night for years, and as I got older, I
mainly went there to make sure that my mom was
safe because I worried about her. We'd regularly deal with
angry customers refusing to leave, most of which were drunk
or high, and would have to call the police a

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few times. My mom was always worried about me tagging along,
but I insisted, and to this day I still can't
say I regret it. A lot of good came out
of it, mainly work experience, and that made up for
how intense it could be. A lot of interesting stories
from that time, but this one takes a cake for

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the most horrifying, and it took place when I was
about twelve. Being the young and dumb kid I was,
I designated myself the job of chasing off people when
it was closing time. We would have people parking behind
the building pretty regularly, so I'd walk to the side
of the building and start yelling that they were now trespassing,
and I would call the cops if they didn't leave.

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I feel this was important to bring up because I
now realized I'd let any shady person hanging around the
building at night know of my presence, and that's a
dangerous thing to do when you're a twelve year old girl.
I was blissfully unaware that anything could happen to me
until one night when we showed up to find the
door lock had been broken. My mom had unlocked the

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building that morning, so it wasn't like this was a
breaking attempt since it had been unlocked all day. We
were a bit shaken up, but my mom texted her
boss to let him know, and just told me to
tell her if I saw anyone pull up. After about
thirty minutes, I finished my few tasks and sat down
to draw on my sketch book. I barely sat down

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for a few minutes when I heard the door swing open,
which startled me because normally people just knock when they
see the very obvious clothes sign. My mom noticed it
too and yelled that we were closed. I heard an
older man's voice respond explained that he had just came
in to use our drink machine. We normally let people

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in to use our snack in drink machines some My
mom told him he had a few minutes and went
back into the closet to grab something. I was sad
about seven feet away from the drink machine, so I
heard him walk up, but didn't really pay too much
attention to him. I continued to draw until I started
getting this feeling that someone was watching me. And when

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I realized I didn't hear the guy put any money
into the drink machine, I nervously glanced at my left
and saw a tall man in his mid sixties staring
red at me with a big smile on his face.
I jumped a little, but forced an awkward smile back
at him and directed my attention back to my drawing.
As soon as I did this, I heard what sounded

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like shuffling, and when I looked over again, he was closer.
I didn't know what to do so. I tried to
just not look at him, but every time I would
look away, he would shuffled closer, his body still facing
the drink machine, but his neck craned in my direction
and he wouldn't stop smiling and staring. I began shaking

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and panicking, and my eyes were darting back and forth
between him and the closet door while I tried to
play on a fast escape. I went to reach for
the knife in my back because I couldn't even imagine
this man's intentions, and quickly realized that I was not there.
I had left my knife at home when I needed
it the most, and I was petrified. I decided to

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just stare back at him, despite being terrified and trembling violently,
and after what felt like eternity, he suddenly broke eye
contact and yelled to my mom to have a good night,
before turning around and walking out. Relief hit me instantly,
and I tried to calm myself down after what just happened.
I thought I was finally safe and started to get

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up to sprust some water on my face when I
saw him sit down on the bench outside. Panic and
dread hit me like a brick and I sprint it
to the closet to hide. I filled my mom in
on everything, and she told me to run to the
car and that she would get between me and him
with pepper spray if needed. I did as she told me.
It ran to the car, and as I passed him,

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he stood up and began walking towards the car. My
mom yelled at him to get away from her car,
and his reaction was to try to calmly start a
conversation about the make a model of the car while
staring right at me. She ignored him, hopped in the car,
locked us in and started backing up as quickly as
she could. I ducked down in my seat, but could

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still see I'm standing there. And I know he could
see me because I watched as he lift his hand
and wave goodbye before walking around the back of the building,
disappearing into the darkness. I felt sick. I couldn't sleep
that night. I never dared to set foot anywhere near
that building again, so I guess that was a lesson learned. Creepy,

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old smiling man, let's not meet again. This happened several
years ago when I was working at a downtown jail
in a large city. As a councilor. I worked a
weird shift and got off at two am, so it

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was obviously dark when I got off work, and most
people on the roads were people who just closed down
the bars downtown. At this job, I interacted with inmates
who were various levels of stable and sober, and sometimes
they were released at the same time I was leaving work.
Where I parked was a couple blocks away from the jail,

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so I was cautious walking back to the car, but
I usually didn't have issues anyway. This particular night, I
got to my car safely and started home about a
twenty five minute drive. Very quickly after I pulled out
of the garage, I noticed the car right behind me
with its high beams on. It followed me through the downtown,

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onto the highway, and then exited on my exit. I
wasn't too freaked out yet because I live off a
major road, but then it took every turn I did,
and it pulled into my apartment complex right behind me. Well,
at this point, I'm getting concerned, but it's a big complex,
so I just head towards my building. The car is
right behind me. I usually back into a reserve parking spot,

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but this car was so close I literally can't I
pull him forward. The car drives up behind me and
stops blocking me in. At this point, I'm scared ider
calling someone, but all my friends are probably asleep because
it's three am. Calling nine one one feels like an overreaction,
so I finally die nine one one on my phone,

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but don't press the call button and step out of
my car. A man gets out of the other car.
He's tall, white, wearing a vest and a fedora. I'm
a female, twenty six blonde by three. He stares at
me for about ten seconds, it says oh, gets back
in the car and drives off till one of the

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weirdest encounters in my life. I'm a twenty year old female.
I have a stalker twenty or twenty one year old male.
So this started about two or three months ago. I

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work in an art store and we do a little
of everything, helping customers, cleaning, stocking shelves, et cetera. One day,
this guy came in and asking for some help, as
he had never really took up art before. Lucky me,
I was chosen to help this guy. We talked for
a bit, and I asked him what he wants to learn,
what medium he wants to use. As such, he said

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he's into sketching at the moment and wants to expand
his horizon. I say cool, and I give him a
few directions. Somehow it comes up that I'm also an artist,
and he's really interested. He asked me if I can
help him with his art, which caught me off guard
because huh, I said, I'm not professional and I'm not
interested in teaching. He took it well, and off he went.

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The next week, he returns and specifically asks for me.
He said he brought a sketch book this time. I
found this odd because I don't remember agreeing to help.
He shows me some of his sketches and I noticed
he only draws K pop singers, and I realized one
of them is a member for BTS, and I pointed
it out. I don't listen to them. He starts raving

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about BTS and K pop and the like. Apparently I
had a sweet spot for him because nobody likes K
pop and I knew about it. Anyway. He starts coming
in every few days, and at that point I was
really disturbed by him. I had also found out that
he had learned what my work schedule was, my birthday,

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my name, and how old I am. I only found
this out because of a few encounters with said customer.
One one day, I clock into work and I see
him waiting in the stairs for me. He acts all surprised, WHOA,
I didn't know you were coming in so early. I
could tell he was lying because he was sweating really

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badly and couldn't look me in my face. It creeped
me out so much. Two on my birthday, he came
up to me at the exact time I'm supposed to
start my shift and gave me a gift and a note.
He said he drew me a member of the band
and gave me a birthday card. He told me that
he wanted to give me something a day before my

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birthday because he knew I wouldn't be coming in the day.
Of mind you, I never told him my birthday. He
probably overheard me talking about it with one of my coworkers,
and that really creeped me out. I had insane amounts
of anxiety and had him muster up the courage to
act like I wasn't completely put off by this. After

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he walked away. I looked at the note that he
wrote me, Happy twentieth birthday. Keep making people happy and
being so kind. PS. I'm not a paper thief, so
you could have this back. Huh, paper thief? And then
I realized the paper the note was written on was
a piece of garbage I threw away months ago. He

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picked it up from the trash to return it to me.
That made my blood run cold. He came in and
asked for help. Like usual, he brought up buying something
for kids, and because of this, I wanted to know
if there was a wife or something involved. I asked, oh,
how old are your kids? Obviously I also had a

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note to give him age appropriate supplies. He started freaking out,
saying they aren't my kids. I don't have kids, I'm
not married, and started asking me if I was married.
I said I'm not married, but I'm in a committed
relationship and have been for five years. A lie. He
got very disappointed and walked off. I thought maybe that

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was it. He didn't come in for two weeks, and
I was overjoyed until today. He came up to me
during work while I was busy and asked for help.
He asked me where I was for two weeks, which
really confused me but also disturbed me deeply. I tried
my best not to interact with him and told my

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coworker to take over for me while I hid in
the back. She agrees and keeps him busy and then
he just sends up believing. After he left, she called
me over and said I can come out. Asked her
did he ask anything about me? She looked at me
with a concerned look and said, yeah, he did. He

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asked why you were so busy all of a sudden,
and when you'll come back out if you work tomorrow.
I'm ridlable with anxiety, and it's making me really anxious
at work because I'm afraid to see him. Thankfully, he
hasn't done anything physical to me, but put a lot
of mental strain on me. I don't want to quit
because I love my job and my coworkers. Also very

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important to mention after the birthday incident, the moment he left,
I went up to management and told him everything about him,
that he creeps me out and I feel unsafe. My
manager said, it's totally legitimate to go after a girl
like you. That's what men would do back in the day,
you should feel flattered, and the coworkers said it's all

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because women wear little clothes. Nowadays it makes men act up.
I have to come forward to address code. I haven't
even shown as much as a shoulder. I told my
parents and friends, and they're all on my side and
think he's a complete weirdo. Honestly, I don't know what
to do about it. It's really creepy and I'm scared

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to encounter him again. Update. Thank you so much for
your advice and comments. It felt so validating to see
that I'm not alone in experiencing such things, even if
some people don't consider this extreme. I also talked to
my dad about it, and he really came around and

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understood me. He asked me if this guy scares me,
and I responded yes. He said that's all he needs
to know that he'll come over there himself. This guy
doesn't stop hanging around the store. The guy came in
again today, but right before I had to clock out.
I tried to ignore him and was mostly successful. As

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my coworker took over for me. He came in asking
about paint brushes and asked which one to get. My
coworker offered him all kinds, and he came up to
me and said, Hey, which one do you think I
should get? Again, I tried pretending like he wasn't there,
but I couldn't escape to the storage room as it

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was already locked and it was beyond our closing time.
I said, hey, what kind of paints do you use?
And as there's different brushes for different paints, he replies with, oh, well,
I don't have any paints and I don't paint, And
he clicked in my head that it seems like he
just wanted an excuse to see me. My coworker was

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very confused and asked him in response, I just advised
you on what to get. I don't see why you
need to ask her, and I shit you not. This
freak says, oh, well, I know her better and we
have a connection. I was mortified by what he said.
I was about to clock out, and I managed to

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take a sneaky photo of him. My mom came to
pick me up because she was worried that he may
try to follow me home if I walked. After I
get home, I get a message from a coworker younger
than the one I usually work with This is a
morning shift coworker, and she asked me all kinds of questions, Hey,

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I know something was very off about you when you
were about to close. Was that guy someone you know?
And I just couldn't contain it. I let out everything
and told her. She sent me a voice message and
response saying something along the lines of, Okay, tomorrow, when
you clock in, you, me and our boss are going
to sit down and talk about this and how to

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prevent this guy from talking to you or coming into
the store again. She also was very understanding and told
me about a case a few years ago the exact
same thing happened to another young girl who worked there.
It blew my mind, but it also kind of pissed
me off because like, this has happened two different times
with two different guys, and you still don't protect your workers.

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Never mind that she gave me words of encouragement and
stead that I'm not alone and that all of us,
my co workers are there to protect me. I wanted
to work after my co workers spoke up about this
to my personal manager in the store. She asked me
all kinds of things about him, what he looks like,
what he's been doing, and whatnot. The whole time, she

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was very supportive and was disgusted by the owner's reaction
to this. The whole team in the store gathered up
together and we started speaking about countermeasures and how to
move forward. He was banned from the store, and if
he continues trying to get in, my coworkers will protect
me and hide me. We also talked about not giving
out any info about each other. Ever, though I thought

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this was very obvious, also be escorted to my parents'
car or to the bus by one of my male coworkers.
I have We've had a long conversation about this, and
I'm not sure what my manager said to the owner,
but they seem to have turned around on the situation
and see him as a total creep now. I also
informed the police about this creep. They said that right

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now they can't do much about it because he wasn't
doing any major stocking things, but at least they know
what he looks like in this situation, which is important
I feel. Let's start with the basics. I'm a twenty

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six year old male and I work at a blind
store where I'm alone during all my shift. I work
from nine am to seven pm. Monday through Friday. It's
a very simple job most of the time, as they
just look at the computer through some customer service, offer
quotes to the very few people that enter the store,
and so on. So, like I said, it's very boring

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and not much happens. But lately something started to catch
my attention. I noticed across the street someone looking directly
at the store, more precisely, looking at me. I don't
handle cash to the store. We mostly work with credit
cards and debit cards, so I don't think they were
planning to rob the store or something like that. I

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noticed that there's a telescope on the window and it's
pointed directly at my desk, so I think it's very
obvious to say that the person who's looking at me.
I left my phone recording while I was at work
for about an hour hour and a half, and I
can see in the recording that this person moves the
telescope once in a while, and that was when I
would go to the restroom. The telescope moves while trying

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to find me. So yeah, I've not seen this person's
face or anything, but surely enough this is creepy. Update one.
Thank you so much for your ca comments and responses
to this post. I didn't expect this to get any attention,
So here goes with some more info about the situation
and more details about the store. This person is looking

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at my desk through a door, so my blinds can't
protect me. In addition to this, I moved my desk
closer to the wall so the person can't see me anymore.
I did this just because I'm getting video proof of
this person's behavior. I just found out about the stalker
this Tuesday, and I don't know if he or she
has been doing this for weeks and I just noticed

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it now, so I'm already being careful when I get
off work. After reading all your suggestions, I've decided to
go and have a little chat with the building administrator
and show her all the evidence I have collected. I
would do this today. I may update this in a
week if something worth mentioning happens. If not, then Monday

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I'll update the post update two. So I already showed
the evidence to the building administrator let's call her Anna,
and she was shocked even more when she actually saw
the telescope showing through the window of the apartment. She
told me that the apartment that had the telescope is
being used by two girls, maybe in their twenties, and

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these two girls are weird. Their apartment is small, but
they are not cheap, and these two girls started living
there almost two months ago. She told me that she
doesn't see these girls leave the apartment often, and most
of the food and groceries are delivered to these girls
via delivery drivers. But something that does occur is a

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man comes to the apartment every two or three days
and leaves early in the morning. The man is the
one that actually made the rental agreement and pays for
the apartment, so he's probably paying for food and rent
for these two girls. Now. Anna says, when the rental
agreement took place, the man said these two girls would
be living there because they're in college. But she hasn't

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seen the two girls go to college or anything like that,
so yeah, this is weird. Anna is going to speak
about this issue with the owner of the building and
the man who signed the rental agreement, so this activity stops.
Last update. Okay, so this weekend, I didn't think too
much about the situation anymore. I tried to enjoy my

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days off without worrying about my job. So just today
I come to work, opened the store door and began
to work. I then noticed that the window to the
apartment was closed. This window was always open, and I
noticed that the telescope was no longer there. I sent
a message to Anna asking if she could tell me

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anything about these girls and if something was being done
about the stocking. Apparently, Anna, the building manager, and the
mysterious man had a short conversation this Saturday. They called
the man on the phone and asked him if he
could talk about some complaints about the apartment. Then they
told the man that the girls were harassing the stores

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in front of the building. Luckily they didn't say it
was me who was complaining. They told the man that
this behavior should stop because that's not something tendant should do.
So far, the man has been listening and paying attention
to the requests. Everything was normal up to that point.
But then the building owner had a question. It was

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a quick question, what career are they studying. Anna said
that the man changed his attitude completely, said that he
should mind his own business and just left. Sunday comes
and the man calls Anna to give it the keys
to the apartment He didn't explain why or you said
anything else. He just gave it the keys and left.

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She was very confused and also worried about the girls,
mainly because she didn't see them when they left. I
told her maybe they left early in the morning like
the man used to. I asked if there was something
wrong with the apartment, like missing stuff or damages, but
Anna said everything was fine, nothing was stolen or broken. Also,

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I asked if she heard noises, yelling, or anything that
Saturday night. Nothing. She says she's thinking about finding a
complaint with the police because it feels wrong that they
would just leave like that. If you ask me, I
think the reason why they left was because the building
owner asked about the girls. I don't know what to
think about this. If Anna does end up going to

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the police, I will probably provide my testimony or something
if it's helpful. I hope I don't have another update
to this post, because I wouldn't want to know more
about this than I should. I used to work in
a kitchen design studio. We had a host desk at

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the front to answered quick questions and had u small
customer service issues. One day, the host twenty one year
old female and needed her break, and I, thirty four
year old male, told her that I would take her
spot for her break. About ten minutes into her break,
a scuffy looking dude with the unlet half cigarette in
his mouth came in. I give him the usual welcome in,

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how can I help you service in your seat greeting,
and the dude just looked at me silent for about
two minutes. Then he walked over and started rubbing my
shoulders while saying, you're a good man, It'll be okay.
I just kind of froze. I didn't know what to do.
He wasn't attacking me, but it was super unnerving. I

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told the host about it, and she said that she
was glad it happened to me instead of her. Anyway,
that guy got arrested after lighting half the block and
sidewalk on fire. This is a story about how I

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was almost kidnapped by a coworker. Who knows what he
was planning. You tell me. When I was in high school,
I worked for a family owned plant nursery and garden store.
At the time this took place, I was a cashier
and had been working there for two to three years.
It's important to note that while I was in high school,

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I also attended a vocational school. The students at this
vocational school came from all over the county, so it
wasn't uncommon to have friends or no people from a
few times over. The place I worked was a perfect
spot for a teenager to get a job. There were
a good mix of adult employees and teen employees and
was a fantastic place to work. During summer one year,

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a boy started working there. For the sake of the story,
i'll call him Connor. I recognized him from the vocational
school we attended. We got a bit friendly at work,
but I would have never considered him a friend, just
a co worker acquaintance. To be honest, I always had
an off feeling about him. His mannerisms and actions just

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made me feel uncomfortable. But I had no reason to
be mean or dislike him because he never gave me
a reason to. It's hard to explain, but I just
kind of got feeling of some kind. Before I go
any further, I want to give a little more context
about my job. To get to work and home, I
took a bus or got a ride from my dad.

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The bus stop was about a fifteen minute walk from
my job, and the ride included a transfer at some point.
If the buses were on time, it was a twenty
five minute commute. With rush hour and late hours and
full buses, it could take forty five minutes, plus my
dad only really drove me to and from on the weekends.

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After a few weeks, the more interactions with Connor, I
started to get the feeling that he liked me. Whatever
registrar I was on, they were multiple throughout the store.
He'd frequently make pays is at and sometimes even stopped
to chat for a minute. I always maintained a friendly
coworker vibe and did not do or say anything that
may have made him feel different. One day, he asked

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if I wanted to ride home. I found this odd
because I didn't think he had a car, as I
always saw him skateboarding to work. I just declined and
we went about our day. The next week and he
asked again, and again I declined. I asked if he
had a car, and he said no, but he could
ask to borrow a car from his parents and drive

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me home. I told him that wasn't necessary. I didn't
mind taking the bus, and it just so happened that
my dad was picking me up. This exchange probably happened
five or six more times. You got to give it
to him. This boy has some persistence. Every time, I
polately declined, but after the third time it started to

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creep me out. In my high school teenage girl mind,
I thought I was making it pretty clear that I
wasn't interested in spending more time together. The last time
he asked, I caved. He asked early in the morning.
It just so happened that day. It was planned that
my dad was going to pick me up from work,
but he had told me on the way to work
he wasn't going to be able to I can't remember why.

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Something with his girlfriend, I'm sure anyway, I was philing,
pretty bummed about having to walk and take the bus.
If I remember correctly, it was supposed to thunderstorm all day.
Connor came up to me as I was opening my
register and said, hey, I finally got my own car.
I was happy for him, as our conversations at work

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in the recent weeks where about his parents possibly bringing
him car shopping. Soond we talked about it and I
congratulated him. Then he asked if I wanted to ride
home that day. At this point, I was honestly fed
up with that. I thought, what the hell, Maybe if
I say yes and let him drive me home once
he stopped asking, so I agree. The day goes on

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and eventually lunch rolls around. I take my break and
end up going to eat in the break room. When
my break was almost over, another employee comes up and
starts talking about how there was a couple cop cars
in the parking lot with their lights on, and two
officers went into the admin office. The rest of the
story is what I pieced together from what the others

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told me. The local police made occasional drive bys of
my place of employment. The owners had some family friends
who were officers, and they looked out for them. I
guess on this day, that family friend cop did a
drive by and noticed a car in the parking lot
that had been reported stolen that morning. He pulled over

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to investigate. I guess at this time, when another officer
pulled up, a backpacket was spotted very crappily hidden behind
a nearby tree. They do some investigating, found some things
along with an ID, and went into the adaman's office.
The police officers tell them what they found, and Connors
called back to speak with them. It turns out Connor

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had stolen his uncle's car that morning. The backpacker that
was found had his idea in it, along with a rope,
duct tape, and a switchblade. When he was called into
the office, his uncle and parents were called. I guess
his uncle said that he didn't want to press charges,
which is why Connor didn't leave with the police. Boss

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asked Connor to leave for the day, and he did.
I don't know if he has questioned about the contents
of the backpack, and if he was, I don't know
what his answers were or the reasoning for having all
those things. No one knew that he was going to
give me a ride home that day. I hadn't told anyone.
It wasn't until after things went down that I told
my mom Connor didn't work there. Long after that, the

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whole thing creeped me out so bad I made it
a point not to run into him at the vocational school.
I remember using humor as a coping mechanism of the
whole weird thing. Oftentimes, my mom and I joke around
about the guy who was going to try to kidnap me.
I only remember this now because two or three years
ago I was scrolling through Facebook when I came across

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a shared memorial post. I recognized a face, and when
I checked the profile, it clicked where I knew that
face from. It was Connor. I had blocked this kid,
and this clearly traumatizing experience out as well. I completely
forgot about him, his name, that we worked together, what happened,

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and by this time it had been eight years. After
some digging, I learned that he had died from a
drug overdose, and on his profile it had his previous
place of employment, one being my old job. This made
me message my mom. I texted her and said something
along the lines of do you remember Connor? Are you serious?

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What you mean the guy that was gonna kick? That
was all she had to say. I had a crazy flashback.
I was so surprised and concerned that I could block
out something like that. I'm clearly still trying to process it.
It's been two years since the conversation with my mom.
But anyways, this is my creepy encounter. From the age

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of thirteen until almost fifteen, I had a paper route.
I delivered papers to people's doors six days a week.
All of my customers, asides from an occasional grump or chatterboxes,
were absolutely wonderful. Most of them were older, and so
many of them were happy to see me every day

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just to have someone to talk to. Most of them
would leave me things like granola bars, water bottles, and
even tips. Winter holidays were a great time because everyone
who could left huge tips. It was pretty good for
first official job. Eventually, some of the snowbirds moved back

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and became my customers. One couple, Lois and Gerald, were
always stick in my mind. They started off normal, pretty
friendly people, but I noticed one Sunday, the only day
I had to get up early to deliver papers, that
Gerald was outside. He chatted me up. Nothing unusual because

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it was so early and because I'd usually go right
to bed after I was done. I was wearing a
Britney Spears shirt and a pair of Polar Beard pajama pants.
He complimented and said I dressed cutely. I was confused
because it was just pajamas that I threw on randomly.
I was confused by the compliment, but I just went

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on about my day and didn't think much of it
something else to note. His wife, Lois, was always smiling.
I couldn't pinpoint why, but it always unnerved me. Anyways,
I noticed that in their garden there were three different
dog headstones that all said Fido on it. I was
kind of confused as why they all had the same name.

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One day, Lois was out and she had her dog
with her. She introduced the dog to me as they
had just adopted her, and guess what, they named her Fido.
All the dogs they had were named Fido, and they
were all Shetland sheep dogs, just like that one. I
thought this was weird and I told my mom about it.

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She told me not to be judgmental, as it was
probably one way they dealt with grief. Here's the thing.
They kept trying to get me to come inside. They'd
invite me in for tea, which is not something normally
people would do from where I'm from. Coffee and doughnuts
are a little bit more commonplace, but even that isn't
something people do on a regular basis. Or they'd invite

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me in to talk to them. I would always decline
because I had more papers to deliver I wanted to
get home. Gerald kept complimenting my outfits, even though they
were just pajamas. One morning, he did this while getting
closer to me and eventually touching my shoulder. I eventually
was like, I gotta go and left. I didn't tell

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my mom at the time, as our relationship was good
at that point and I feared that telling her any
concerns I had would make her not trust me or
make her mad. This is also the tail end of
my child's sexual assault, which she doesn't know about to
this day, so I thought maybe I was just being paranoid. Then,
right before I moved and gave up my paper route,

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a really bizarre incident happened. It was a Sunday, the
last Sunday I had on the paper row, to be exact,
so I was out early delivering papers like it was
still kind of dark out. Gerald was outside. He complimented
my outfit, again, getting all creepily close. He invited me inside,

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and I said, I really don't think my mom would
appreciate me being gone for longer than she expected me
to be. She's strict, which wasn't the whole truth, but
you gotta do what you gotta do. He seemed to
get kind of annoyed and just asked once your mom
just preferred you to respect your elders and not turned
down an invitation. I felt the color drained from my

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face and noped out of there so quick. I muttered
something about how I really needed to hurry along because
my dog was sick. I heard him say some compliments
about how my hair looked really pretty. I booked it
as quickly as I could to the next house without running.
I didn't see Gerald after that, but I did see Lois,
and she never stopped inviting me inside to play with

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Fido or have tea. I always declined. She seemed disappointed
every time. So that's my weird paper route story. Maybe
I'm paranoid, but Gerald and Lois have some funky vibes.
So Gerald and Lois, that's not me. I was nineteen

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and I had been with my fiance for about a year.
He was my boyfriend at the time. We both worked
at the same chemical manufacturing company. I was a night
shift lead on my team and we had just hired
this guy, Gabe. Gabe was probably in this late fifties
or early sixties. As a shift lead and trainer. I

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did interact with him no matter what on the night shift.
After two pm, my team and my fiance's team were
pretty much the only people around. This is important because
it meant I had very limited options to avoid Gabe.
So Gabe started talking to me about his preferences in women.

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At first, I didn't see how this was relevant to me,
and I made it clear that I didn't care about
his preferences. I was trying not to make a big
deal out of what seemed like small talk, but he
kept going. He started sharing his ideals about women's roles,
saying things like it's fine for women to work temporarily,
but eventually they should settle down and have kids. It

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works better when one person works to pay the bills
and the other manages the household. I'm all for respecting
people's life choices, even if they don't align with my own,
and I realized many people live this way Personally. I
didn't agree with his views that women should always be
the one at home, but I let him talk. I
didn't see the reason to get involved since it wasn't

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about me, and I figured I was the opposite of
his ideal anyway. We even got into a heated debate
about the economy once Gabe said that the economy was
great because everyone could be rich, to which I explained
that it's impossible for everyone to be rich in an economy.
But beyond that things were fine. Then my boyfriend had

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to leave the company for health reasons and went unemployed.
Since we only had one car and I had a
learner's permit at the time, I was uncomfortable driving alone
back home at one am, so I gave my boss
three weeks notice to ensure that they could train the
next person up properly. My boss appreciated this and told
the team. That's when Gabe started acting differently towards me.

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During the first week of my notice, I had hickey
on my neck. My boss knew about it, but he
didn't care since we didn't interact with customers and it
didn't affect my work. But Gabe evidently did care. While
I was working, he tapped me on the shoulder and
I assumed he had a question. Instead, he addressed my hickey.

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Don't you think it's a little unprofessional, he asked. I
replied that no one needs to put on a show
for anyone and that it didn't affect my ability to
do my job. He came back with, well, what if
it bothers people or a boss that you're parading your
personal life like that. I told him that my boss

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has no issue with it. I would take care of it.
Since no one had said anything, I assumed they didn't care.
That's when Gabe asked, so you don't care if it
hurt someone's feelings. I found that response strange. I didn't
see how my hickey would hurt anyone's feelings. If it
bothered someone, that was their issue, not mine. Gabe walked away,

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and I thought that would be the end of it. Later,
Darren Lunch, I noticedcaped holding his phone at a weird angle,
and it looked like he was taking a picture of me.
I didn't want to jump to conclusions without being sure,
but my instincts told me that he was taking a picture.
I didn't know for sure, but it would be confirmed later.
By my last week, I was completely fed up with Gabe.

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I trained the person taking over my position, and I
told her that she would be the one making the
decisions in my last week. I also privately told her
I wouldn't engage with Gabe anymore, and I'd appreciate it
if she handled him from here on out. She agreed,
but Gabe wasn't ready to let it go. He pushed
for conversations with me, and one day he said, I

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just don't think I can take orders from a woman.
She can't be my boss. I reminded him that I
had been to his boss before, and that the boss
above me was also a woman. He didn't want to
accept it, so I told him it didn't matter how
he felt, because I was leaving and my replacement was
in charge. If he didn't like it, he could quit.

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On my last day, Fate decided to throw me a curveball.
My replacement had an emergency and had to leave early,
so it was just me and Gabe. I had no
choice but to direct him again. As we were leaving,
Gabe stopped me and asked me a question that made
everything click into place. I know your boyfriend is unemployed now,

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so how would you feel if someone asked you if
you were going to leave him for someone who could
provide you with a house, a car, and everything you need.
I lost it. First Off, I love my fiance deeply.
We've been together for over six years now. Second, I've
always worked hard for everything I have, and the idea
that I'd be with someone just for their money was

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deeply insulting. I'm not shallow or materialistic, and I've never
relied on anyone but myself for support, So I told
him honestly that I would be extremely offended by such
an assumption. It showed such lack of understanding of who
I am and also insulted my character. Then I left,

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ready to never deal with him again. It became clear
to me that from the beginning, Gabe had been approaching
me with romantic intentions. What maybe even worse was our
forty year age gap. I was disgusted by the whole thing.
After I left, I kept in touch with the one
who took over my role, and she told me that
Gabe had been telling people that we were in love

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and that I was going to leave my fiance for him.
He even showed the people a picture he had taken
of me. I was glad it was confirmed that he
had indeed taken that photo. Three months later, gave text
to me a hey with a smiley face. Because I
had given my number to employees just in case they

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had to contact me. I immediately told him never to
contact me again. That the only reason why I ever
communicated with him was because I was his boss and
that there was no reason for us to ever speak again.
Then I changed my number to make sure he couldn't
reach me again. So a few days ago, I was

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outside my workplace unlocking the ice thing to get a
couple backs for a customer. A man rode up on
his bike and stopped a few feet away from me.
He said, what's up. I had a lot to get
done that day, so I didn't even glance at him
and just said nothing working. As I was rustling around
in the freezer getting ice, he was talking, and once

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I pulled the ice out, I heard him saying, dead bitch.
I was hopeful that he was just mumbling to himself
or something. Gave the bags to the customer, and as
I turned back towards the store, he continued, I'm going
to tie you up and fucking kill you. Get ready
to die, because we're going to shoot the fuck out
of you. I'm going to kill you the next time

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I see you. That was all I heard, because I
went back into the store and called nine one one.
I hear a lot of random threats at work, but
this guy got to me. My heart felt like he
was going to shoot out of my chest. I could
hear it beating the cops out a store for shoplifters
multiple times a day and says I didn't see a weapon.

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They were in no hurry to get back from speaking
to them earlier. I know that they had been dealing
with a lot that day, too, many people getting all
kinds of intoxicated. On four to twenty, I suppose about
an hour later, with me keeping an eye on the
entrance and cameras the whole time, they showed up to
take a report. One of the regular panhandlers who hangs

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outside and heard the man, popped in and said he's
across the street. They immediately went and arrested him after
having me confirm his identity, with him facing away from me.
I said I did want to press charges, made my statement,
and was told that he'll get a court date and
that maybe I will have to appear. I can also

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file on an order of protection, which is the dice and all.
But I feel like someone who randomly threats people wouldn't
care about that he knows where I work, most likely
that I'm the one that called about him. Now I'm
worried about walking home at night, or any time really
in a neighborhood that I've been my whole life. Let's

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not meet again, guy. This just happened hours before posting this.
I'm currently off work and decided to deliver for door
dash to get some extra money on the side. I
was on my way to deliver someone food when I

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actually almost hit a guy while changing lanes. I don't
know if I just didn't see him, or like he
sped up to get in front of me or whatever,
but he took it very personally and went back into
the left lane, and he sped up and brake checked me.
Then I stepped out of the red light. He got
out of his car and hit my window. The light

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turned green, so I sped off, and then he pulled
up next to me at the next light. He was
shouting at me a bunch of nonsense, so when the
light turned green, I sped off again and I thought
I lost him. I delivered the food and decided to
go home. On my way home, he found me and
pulled up next to me, shouting again. I called my

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dad while I tried to lose him. Eventually I pulled
into a gas station and he drove off. My dad
came and we talked. While we were talking, I saw
a car that looked like him drive by, but I'm
not sure if it was him or not. After that,
my dad and I drove home, so to the psycho
with anger issues that looked a lot like KEESO, let's

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not meet again. I was eighteen years old when this happened,
and I'm thirty two now. I worked as an assistant
at the fire department. One night, a woman called in
saying that she was the widow of a deceased fire

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man and was looking for someone to fix her grandson's
computer as he lived with her. By that time, I
had already completed some IT courses and was used to
receiving calls from family and friends to do tasks like that,
so I took her number and told her that I
would call her back later. I asked the sergeant about
her and mentioned the name of the deceased husband. He

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confirmed that she was who she says she was, and
that they were very familiar with her calls for help
like this. I called her back and told her I
could help. I quoted her price for the job. She agreed,
and we scheduled a day to get it done. On
the scheduled day, I gathered all the necessary equipment and

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went to the address she gave me. It was in
the city center. When I arrived, it was a really
old building and the bill wasn't working, and as the
man exiting the building told me, I waited around thirty
to forty minutes for her to answer the phone to
let me in. She lived on the fifth floor and
there's no elevator, so I took the stairs. When I

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finally reached her floor, she opened the door quickly and
let me inside. As soon as I looked around, I
couldn't have been more disgusted. The apartment was filthy and
the smell was unbearable. I know this might sound like
I was judging her for a lower status, but since
she was a widow of a fireman, she receives a

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pension that should be enough to take care of herself
and her grandson. There were cockroaches everywhere and I had
to hold myself back from vomiting. She guided me to
the computer, and as we passed the bathroom door, I
noticed the bathtub looked like it had never been cleaned.
Once I started working on the computer, she kept talking

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to me about how lonely she was, and how handsome
I was. She offered me food and drink several times,
which I obviously declined. Then her grandson came into the room.
He looked about seven or eight years old, but spoke
like a baby. She kept telling him how nice I
was and that I was going to fix the computer.

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The boy asked her for a cup of milk, and
she went in to prepare it. During the entire time
she was in the kitchen, the boy just stared at me.
I tried talking to him a few times, but he
didn't respond. It felt like I was in a horror
movie and I could be a victim of murder at
any moment. I'm not sure why, but I didn't feel
safe there. She came back with milk for the boy,

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and I noticed that she was holding a knife in
the other hand. She said that she was preparing lunch
and went back into the kitchen. At that point, I
was sure that something was going to happen to me.
I quickly finished the job and called her into the room.
She came in, still holding the knife, and I told
her I had finished and that I was leaving. She

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insisted that her grandson needed to test it first, since
she was still holding the knife. I agreed. The boy
tested the computer and told her it was faster now.
At that moment, she turned to me and said that
she didn't have money with her. I just told her
it didn't matter and that I could come back and
collect the payment later. She finally let me leave, and

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I almost ran for the exit. When I graduated high
school in two thousand and eight, I was kind of
at loss with what to do with my life. I
got a job at the local convenience store, working the

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night shift, and for the first eight months I really
enjoyed it. My parents and friends would always be concerned
about me getting robbed and murdered, and rightfully so, but
I never had an issue with anyone. About a year
in I finally experienced an encounter that made me change
my life. It was a pleasantly cool late September evening

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and about two thirty in the morning, the door opens
and the skinny, frail figure of a woman comes in.
I'll never be able to forget her. If it wasn't
for the way she was acting, she honestly would have
been kind of cute. She had a colored bloone waterfall
of brown hair, tan skin, and an attractive figure, and

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was wearing a tight fitting, dark gray tank top. I
say that she was in her late twenties or early thirties,
but it was her eyes that really captivated me, and
not in a good way. This woman had this blank
and distant stare. It was like she was in an
expressionless shell, moving purely on a robotic instincts. She didn't

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say Hi, howdy, what's up, doc, or anything, even after
I greeted her from just four feet away. Honestly, I
just assumed that she was high or something. She moved
past the front counter towards the little household supply aisle
we had. She picked up a little bag of cat
food and turned back towards me, staring me straight in

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the eye so intently that I thought she was gonna
pull out a gun and shoot me. What she did was,
honestly not much worse though. She got to the front counter,
never breaking her silence or gain. Even after I tried
talking to her. She reached into her pocket and pulled
out a five dollar bill and in like three quarters

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with cacs. It was still a little short of the price,
but I take a dollar out of my wallet and
stick it in the cash registered later, she was starting
to creep me out. After I took the money and
rang her up, she didn't move, just stood there staring
at me without even blinking. I tried speaking to her again,
but this time she brought the cat food up and

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opened it with the littlest ease I've ever seen a
package of pet food get opened. By this time, I
was just standing in silence, trying to figure out what
the heck she was doing. Her gaze is unflinching, and
she reached into her bag and pulled out a big
handful of cat food, staring at me as blank and
emotionless as the very second she entered the store. She

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shoved the whole handful of pet food in her mouth
and started crunching away bits and pieces of the cat food,
popping from her lips onto the floor. I wanted to
say something, but I was too flabbergasted to even get
the voice out of my throat. Finally, after a couple
of minutes of chewing on her food, the woman just
turned around and walked out of the store holding the

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bag of pet food. My boss pulled up the camera
footage of the incident the following morning, before I clocked out.
He said that he had seen that woman before, but
only once in It was five years of employment there,
he told me, and I kind of think it was
a lie. That she was a crazy woman who lived
in the old mausoleum in the city cemetery. He said.

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The cops knew about her, and as part of their
initial nightly patrols would go and check to make sure
that she wasn't dead. That night was a night that
made me decide to go to trade school. I never
want to work out a gas station again. Every so often,
she still appears in my nightmares, just standing there staring
at me with his deep blank eyes, crunching a half

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of cat food. Nope, never want to meet here again.
This happened a long time ago. I was a petite,
small girl and I was only eighteen or nineteen years old.
I worked at a junior food store in Kentucky. There

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were a couple of incidents that happened to me in
the short time I worked there. I have several other stories,
but those are for another time. The store was somewhat
isolated and I was left alone most of my shifts.
My manager, who happened to be married and another employee
that happened to be my manager's best friend, would leave

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me to meet their boyfriends. Some of my duties consisted
of sweeping the parking lot and measuring the gas after
closing at midnight. I hated doing this by myself. There
weren't any other businesses open anywhere close to me. This
is back around nineteen eighty four, so of course there
were no cell phones. I was very naive at the time.

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One night, I received this call from this man asking
if we had any Playboy magazines. I informed him that yes,
we do, and a few other magazines. He asked who
was the centerfold and the playboy. The phone I was
using was a cordless phone at the time. I politely
told him just wait a minute. I looked at the
magazines and told him the name of the model. He

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then asked me if for pussy looked juicy. I froze
and hung up on him. Thank god he didn't call back.
It scared me so bad, and I really felt like
an idiot for even looking at the centerfold for him.
The second incident was a lot scarier than the previous one.
When I was hired, I was instructed to call the

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police if anyone stayed out in the parking lot for
more than fifteen minutes. There were many people that came
to the store after dark, and the night that I
was scared for my life, it was no different. I
completed all my duties at the time, and I was
just waiting until I could close the doors and go home.
A man pulled up right in front of the door

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in a light colored car. I've never been able to
distinguish the maker model of any car. I waited for
him to come in, happy that someone would break up
the silence of my shift. I could see him as
I stood at the cash register. He was leaning over
looking at himself in the rear view mirror. He continually

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wiped his face and hands. I couldn't see anything on
him from where I was standing. I immediately got a
really bad feeling about what he was doing. When he
had pulled up, I glanced at the clock and time
crept by as I was watching him wipe his face
over and over again. I waited fifteen minutes, and then
I called NINEB one and told the dispatcher about the situation.

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In no time, two police cars pulled up and confront
of the man. I watched them handcuff him, but he
didn't see anything else Due to effect that another customer
came in to buy some gas. It seemed like forever
before the officers came in and thanked me for calling
them and asked if I was okay. What he told
me next made a shiver run through me and my

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blood run cold. He informed me that the man had
been wiping blood from his face and there's a huge
butcher knife type with a handle broken off, and I
was covered in blood as well. He said the man
appeared intoxicated, and since the car was running, they arrested
him for DUI. The officer added that they had contacted

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his family and everyone appeared okay. He added that they
didn't know whose blood it was, but we continued to
investigate to see if they could find someone that he
apparently hurt or killed. I never heard anything else regarding
this case. I realized that anything could have happened to
me that night, and I quit shortly afterwards. So phone
guy and bloody guy with a blood covered knife, let's

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not meet again. I work at a retail grocery chain,
and within the store there's a liquor department that is
separated from the rest of the grocery section. One day,
I was working in that department when a man came in.

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He had bought a few alcohol shots and struck up
a conversation with me. Everything seemed normal at first, but
then things took a very strange turn. He pulled an
axe out of his backpack. I was completely shocked. It's
hard to explain how surreal it was to see a
man rambling about how nobody would dare mess with him

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because he had an axe. He held it out in
the open, talking about how sharp the blade was. To
prove his point, he cut his receipt in half from
the counter right in front of me, demonstrating the sharpness
of the blade. He went on about how the axe
could cut through bone and flesh. I was to my

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best not to escalate the situation, so I tried not
to react or say much. Honestly, I was kind of
frozen and didn't tell him to put the axe away
or leave. My goal was to stay calm and get
him out as quickly as possible. As soon as he left,
I immediately let my supervisor know. She pulled me aside

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to ask for a description of the man. Our security
officer was able to spot him on the store's camera footage,
and my store manager ended up contacting the police. I
gave a statement to the police officer, who told me
he had spoken to the man outside in the parking
lot and the man would be trespassed from the store.
Looking back, it was a deeply unnerving experience being alone

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in an isolated section of a store with someone who
seemed mentally unstable and holding a massive axe. I'm a
nineteen year old female. I work at a small shop
in the UK. This shop has no cameras or security measures.

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Today a man comes in and starts pressing me for
personal information. He asked my age, exact birthday, parents' names, surname,
the town I am from, and the school I went to.
I didn't feel good about him, even though everyone says
he's harmless. He apparently did this to another young girl
working there. He came in three times today, and he

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also claimed that I didn't give him enough cash back.
Other customers took up for me and said that he
was being aggressive. I don't want to work on my
own anymore, so I've asked my manager if I can
work with someone else, but she says she ought to
ask her manager. I'm only attempt so if they say no,
I'm handing it in my notice. What do you think

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his intentions are? We'd love to hear your thoughts. Also,
would love to hear what you think regarding people that
brush off this behavior or on support of managers. So
I work in a small family owned shop in Australia.
We get odd people here and there, but this guy

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was next level. He was all around creepy and off putting.
It started fine. He asked me some questions about what
we had where it's from, what the best things are,
you know, normal things where I work. He then went
off to do his own thing for about five minutes,
and then he came back to me. This is where

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it gets weird. He said something along the lines of
do you have social media? I say yes. He replied
with I feel like I've seen you on websites before.
I take a second to reply and say, I don't
post myself on social media. I don't think I'll be
on any websites. He goes, you don't have to lied

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to me, winked, I won't tell, and again I don't
know what to say. He just walks off and says,
I'll see you later and winked again. My coworker was
there when this happened, and she looked just as shocked
as I probably would have. I had no idea what
this man meant. I'm definitely not in any websites. I

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don't often post myself face or anything. I've never seen
this man before. My aunt owns a local diner in
the middle of a small town where everyone knows everyone. Recently,
she had almost half of her waiters quit within a month,

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which she knew about but didn't tell me why. When
she was telling my mom this and I overheard it
while doing homework at the dining table, she then asked
my mom if my two older sisters could help out.
My mom said that the oldest is moving out of
town to live with her fiance, say, but agreed to
let my older sister work. Then my aunt asked about me.

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Mind you, I'm a fifteen year old girl, and the
last thing on my mind to do after school is
going to work, even for a few hours. Even if
I had time to get home in the evening and
finish my homework, I still wouldn't like the idea at all.
My mom was quiet for a little bit before agreeing,
since even I know money is a touchy subject. Ever

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since my dad divorced my mom, I had chosen to
stay with my mom one hundred percent of the time
because my dad is an alcoholic and often like to
hurt my mom's feelings and has done some nasty things
to my sister and I. I don't even know where
he is now, probably in jail. We're married to another
poor woman who will be his next victim, but that's

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partially the reason why we were struggling when it comes
to money. Fast forward a week. I went to school
on a Wednesday morning like normal, except I had to
pack an extra set of clothes in my already stuff backpack.
My aunt talked to me and told me that I
would have to wear a uniform and that she doesn't
want my mom to know what I wear, so she

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wants me to put in my backpack instead of going
to school in it. She even said that she can
wash it every week so so it'll probably smell like
eggs and other dining foods. I usually take the bus
to school, so days that I work, i'd have to
take another bus that dropped me off about two minutes away.
From the diner. The bus driver really doesn't care if

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we get off at unusual stops, or maybe they had
no idea and we're just working for a paycheck, much
like I'm about to deal. And each end of my shift,
my Auntie would drop me off back at home after
I changed my clothes back. Of course, once at the diner,
I would go to the back through the kitchen, which
had two chefs who worked harder than any cooks I've

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ever seen, and then I would walk right to my
auntie's office. There I could see her computer on a desk,
a whole lot of paperwork, clothes around, and just a
total mass. So my ouf is basically a button down
white tshirt, a white Mani skirt, and one of those
teeny aprons that only covers you from the waist to
the crotch. I kind of like the way this fits

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on me, but the fact that I'm wearing all white
means I'm gonna get dirty maybe every night. My sister
has a similar outfit, but her skirt is longer since
sometimes she doesn't shave her legs. I just know I
don't want to have the same issues she has. The
first night went well. I got a lot of people
looking at me funny and asked if I'm a kid,

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to which I told them to my age, and some
of them were upset that a kid was working, some
were happy thinking I was trying to help out a
family business, and some are just weird and happy to
see me. Whatever the reason, it was, I just like
talking to people, so this was super easy. Plus most
of them didn't mind that I would bring out one
plate at a time instead of five or six like

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a pro waitress. Friday night comes around and this is
I finally meet the guy who's one of the main
reasons why the other waitresses quit. My auntie really wanted
me to meet him, since he's in about three or
four times a week and orders a good portion. His
name was Larry, and he seems really nice and friendly.

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He even treated me more like a friend than a
waitress and would have me sit down with him and
told me stories about how he fixed cars, travels for work,
eats at every restaurant ever, and stayed at every hotel
in the world. I never told him my age, but
I'm pretty sure you could tell him a minor. Often enough,

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he sits at a booth in the corner of the
restaurant and would ask me to sit beside him so
he can keep his feet up on the other bench,
which I didn't mind. But it only started to get
weird when he would poke one of the buttons on
my head and apron and thinks it's my belly button
and asked me if I had an Audi belly button,
and if I'm ticklish, I do, in fact have an

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Audi button, but I didn't want to tell him that.
I would just fake a giggle. Sometimes I would fill
his hand brush up on my chest, which I didn't
care much of either, but there was a few times
where I felt like he was filling my chest from
my nipples, which I still don't know why he would
want to see them since my chest is pretty flat.

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Again I'm fifteen. Oh no, theyugh girl. Sometimes he would
grab my arm or thigh and give him massages, which
didn't really feel good, and I told him that I
didn't like it. He just tells me that I'll start
to like it. Usually, for every visit from Larry, i'd
make up a dozen excuses that I needed to go

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before he would accept and let me go. I didn't
mind anything weird from Larry. He seemed innocent enough, like
a grandpa who just wanted to spend some time with
his grandkids. But I really wish I wasn't chosen to
babysit him every time he comes in here. Since he
spends about one hundred dollars a week here. My auntie
just tells me to ignore him and let him rambow

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all a sense he's one of the reasons why the
business is still afloat, which are my auntie's words, But
I'm pretty sure one hundred dollars a week can't cover
the rent alone. After about a week of seeing Larry
most of my shifts, he comes in with his laptop
and shows me his Facebook and told me to look
myself up so we could be friends. I seriously don't

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want to see Larry in my life twenty four seven,
so I lied and told him that I never made
a Facebook. He simply laughed, thought for a second, and
wrote my whole name out on the search bar for
a second. I was so shocked that I turned pale,
even from my light skin. I had a name tag,
but only my first name. But my stupid sister probably

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told him our last name when he asked. She may
be older, but she doesn't act like it. He found
a picture of me and sent me a firm request,
to which my phone goes off, making Larry laugh and
my heart dropped to my stomach. He sent me a
few messages just to hear my phone go off every
few times, as I pulled out and fake a laugh

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before swallowing the throw up in my mouth. He then
proceeds to go to my gallery, which my Facebook is public,
says I'm stupid enough to make as many friends as possible,
much like Instagram, and try to gain as many followers.
He found picks on there, which I wish he wouldn't
have found, and would comment on how my clothes were
too revealing and I should take these picks down. He

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commented on my friends and how he could find me
a good set of friends to be with, to which
I had no idea what he was referring to since
he told me before that he has no kids and
lives alone. Then he sees my picture when my belly
button revealed and comments on my audi belly button and
pokes my belly button again. I could really feel his

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finger try to find my belly button, which felt so
disgusting that I just got up without a reason, and
I wandered to my Auntie's office. I confess everything to
her and tell her how to discuss it. I am,
and at first she seemed to be on my side,
but when I explained the things he did to me,
she quickly changed sides and told me that I'm just

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over exaggerating and he's just treating me like a kid
in a friendly way. I wanted to burst out crying
and ask my sister for help, even wanted to talk
to my mom about to confess at all, but my
sister calmed me down and told me how my auntie
would have to let us go, then we wouldn't have
enough money to keep our apartment, and that we would

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have to live with our dad. I had no idea
if this was true, but the things that my dad
did to me are in fact, way worse than what
Larry had done so far. Fast forward a few months
to present day. I still work at the diner and
see Larry almost on a daily basis. He still acts
the same and once in a while touches me, but

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it's gotten to the point where it's nothing too concerning,
like my chester thigh, which I still don't care too
much about only care when he touches my belly button
or nipple. I know that for summer, my mom will
make me work, and because of my age, I legally
can't find a job anywhere else. I pretty much okay
if I have to keep working for summer. The only

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good thing about Larry is you would often order twice
in one sitting, which made my Auntie very happy, and
I would get a good tip because of it. I
guess if you have any advice, I will take it,
But I don't think getting rid of Larry will be
of my best interest, since I've read too many creepy
stories about stocker situations and trying to escape a creep

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only makes things worse. But also, my auntie would probably
fire me and my mom would be upset if I
reveal this to my mom, this will make my family
situation much worse, says my mom. Re lies on my
auntie way too much. But either way, it feels good
to share this. I feel like talking about it makes
me feel better, and reading other stories makes me feel

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like I'm not alone and maybe I'll find help in
the best way. I might be in this situation for
a while, but sharing it relieves some of the stress.
Thanks again for listening. If I have any updates, I'll
post them here. Edit. Thank you for all your comments.
I wish I could respond to all of them. I'm
glad that everyone is so nice and helpful, and also

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the messages of advice too. I want to talk to
my mom, but I'm scared this will make her worried
for me and bring her down. My mom secretly drinks
to relieve her problems. I know she'll blame herself for this,
and I don't want to see my mom's drinking get worse.
I think I'll work through the summerification and quit after.

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Larry comes in almost every day. After reading some comments yesterday,
I told him I'll be deleting my Facebook and made
it private and deleted him from my friends list. He
was sad and asked a lot about it if I'm okay.
I still don't think Larry's a bad person. He's just lonely.
I think I didn't talk to my Auntie yet. I

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love my aunt and I don't think she would want
to put me in danger. But I also think she
doesn't think Larry is a bad person. I really want
to work hard this summer and make a lot of
tips for my mom, maybe enough that I can make
up a reason to stop working after summer vacation. This

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is a long story, so stick with me. I'm a
twenty three year old female and I'm a bartender. I
have some stories where I've been generally scared for my life,
but this has got to be the worst. I'm working
at double at the restaurant. Around eleven am, A delivery
man comes in with a package that I needed to

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send for He comes, I signed for the package and
tell him to have a good day with a smile.
I continue my shift per usual. This was a Friday
or Saturday, I can't remember, but later on we got busy.
The restaurant and parking lot are full. I see a
lot of different people daily, plus seeing someone for the

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second time ever out of their uniform, you may not
recognize them. Fed Ex driver comes and sits at the bar.
I don't remember him from the twenty five second interaction
we had that morning. I start talking to him, as
I do all my customers. I get him a drink, appetizer,
another drink entree, et cetera. Our conversation started, how long

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have you worked here? A few years? I've worked my
way up. How do you like you here? Just a
regular conversation with bar guests. It slowly became not so regular. Yes,
if I had a boyfriend, I said yes. He would
change the subject and then go back complimenting me, saying

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how beautiful I was every few minutes. Can I have
your number? No? I don't think my boyfriend would appreciate that. Okay,
what's your last name? We could be Facebook friends. All
annoying but normal interactions I've had with men in this industry.
He started to become really pushy over time, pressing for

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my phone number or social media. I continue to politely
decline and laugh it off. He then tells me I
actually came this morning to drop off a package with
fat X. You signed for it. I came back just
for you. I smile, continue with my stupid customer service.
Oh yeah, I remember you, and then smile laugh it off.

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I even't stepped in the back to vent to my
manager at this point about how he was extra pushy
and uncomfortable. Last for it about an hour. He pays
his tab and leaves. I'm just glad he's gone out
this point, We'll say, as a guest, it was about
seven p m. When he leaves. We are still busy
and we close at ten pm. We finished dinner service,

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customers slowly start to leave, and the restaurant is finally empty.
I've been cleaning for a while and I'm finally finishing up.
It's about ten thirty p m. At this point I'm
cleaning the bar. I look up. The whole front of
the restaurant that is facing me consists of a large
window that faces the parking lot, and I see one

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car in the parking lot. I noticed as the delivery
driver guests from earlier. He is standing outside the car,
walking around and seeming like he's cleaning the back seat.
Out door opens and he's leaning in and out with
a bag. As soon as I realized it was him
who left almost four hours ago, my heart sank. Why

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is he still here? Why was he cleaning the back
seat out I freak. My manager and I are the
only people left at the restaurant at this point, it's
almost eleven. I rent here and tell her everything about
how he came back just for me, and about how
he had seemingly left four hours ago, and I made

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her come from the back of the restaurant to behind
the bar up front so she could see him in
the parking lot. She says she's going to call the police.
At this point, my boyfriend and I had an apartment
literally five minutes away from the restaurant. I told her
not to worry about it. I'll just call my boyfriend
to come get me. I did just that, but my

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boyfriend could immediately tell something was wrong, and when I'm
scared or anxious, I ramble, so I gave him a
quick debriefing of what's going on. He said that he'll
be there soon and hung up. My manager made me
sit in the office until he got there, so I
didn't see this go down. All I remember my boyfriend
coming into the restaurant to get me, walking me to

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the car through the back door, and getting me home.
My boyfriend, who is very confrontational and protective, later tells
me that he pulled into the parking lot to see
a FedEx driver sitting in his driver's seat of his car.
My boyfriend walked up to the car and knocked on
the window for him to roll it down. He does,

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and my boyfriend tells him something along the lines of
you need to get out of here. This is where
the scariest thing happens. The dude responded to him in
a different language, mumbling and acting like he didn't speak English.
My boyfriend says something like, I know you speak English.
You've been talking to my girlfriend all night, and you
need to get out of here. The dude continued rambling

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in a different language until my boyfriend raised his voice
and basically said, you have fifteen seconds before I pull
you out of this car, and you never leave this
parking lot before the guy finally put the car in
drive and sped off. I was on the edge for
weeks after this interaction, and I've considered switching jobs. Why
was he still sitting in the parking lot that long

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after we closed and hours after catching out his tab?
And why was he cleaning out the back seat to
the creepy bar guest delivery driver. Let's never meet again.

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I work at a large retail store as a self
checkout host. Most of my days involved walking laps and
hearing customers say things like I don't work here or
why aren't you at a register? I get it. It
can be frustrating. Usually there's two or three of us
manning the self checkout area with a couple of regular

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registers open. We got a new guy, let's call him Terry.
He always wore a mask. Since it was twenty twenty
one and COVID was still going strong. I was training him,
telling him to stock the candy and bags, and he
asked me the usual questions if I was in school,
if I had a girlfriend. I live in a small

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city that's big enough to have a decent college, so
students from allover tend to end up either at the
prison or in retail. I usually asked them the same questions.
I told him no to both. Then he asked me
if I ever went hunting. Our town is surrounded by forests,
so it's a common question. No, I don't like guns,

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I told him. He casually replied, well, I'll have to
take you one day. A few days later, he was
back on my side of the store. He asked me
if I had family in town, and if not, where
they lived. I told him I lived just three doors
down from my mom. Then, out of nowhere, he started
talking about hunting again. He said he was out with

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his friends and they started using pack tactics to under
their prey and finish it off. I thought That was strange,
especially for deer, since they usually run away got the
first sound of noise. He was off for a few days.
New hires often have trouble getting hours the first few weeks,
and when he came back, one of my coworkers pulled
me aside. They told me that Terry had been talking

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a lot about me. The next time I saw him,
his questions took a darker turn. How tall would you
say you are? How much she weigh? How well do
you know the woods past so and so street. I'm
a big guy, six feet tall, three hundred pounds. And
when he brought up honting it again, it fell off.

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A chill ran down my spine. Come on, man, he said,
leaning in a little, you'd like it. Just some good
old boys shooting the shit ld at night in the
middle of the woods. Then the real fun starts before dawn.
They won't know what hit them. The mask covered most
of their face, but I see his eyes when he smiled.

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I don't know what made him think that that was
a good way to convince someone, but it definitely creeped
me out. I felt like he was implying something much
darker than just a hunting trip. Honestly, the whole thing
sounded more like a horror story than an invitation. I
must have made a face, because he suddenly turned and
walked away quickly. I told a couple coworkers about it,

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but that ended up being his last day. I never
saw him again, and honestly, I'm hoping we never crossed
paths again. I'm a property manager and one year postpartum,
so I returned to my company part time. This was

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fun because I got to float around to different apartment
communities who needed help and just help were needed. In September,
I helped up property about an hour away from a house. Yes,
it was a bit of a drive, but fairly small
property with relatively no big problems, so easy money for
the day, uncovering for the manager out on vacation, and

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of course it's the dreaded sixth of the month. This
means I'm handing out letters and making calls unfortunately, definitely
not my favorite part of the job, but it's necessary.
The one thing I hate about floating is residents don't
know me well, so I'm delivering late letters and calling
and they don't even know me. Again, not my favorite

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part of the job, but it has to be done.
So here we go. I had about ten letters to deliver.
All was going normal and fine. Some people answer the
door and say, yeah, sorry, I'll have it paid on
such and such date. Another person didn't answer, so I
left the info on the door, but they flipped me

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off as I was walking away. All pretty normal stuff.
When it came to the job. I get down to
the seventh or eighth person. I walk up to this
apartment and I can tell from now side that the
occupants have absolutely destroyed this home. I smelled cigarettes, cat urine,
and general mustiness before I even knocked. All blinds were broken,

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blankets up on the windows, all the works. I get
to the door, do my normal knock, waited about five
seconds and was ready to post the notice to the door.
Right as I was folding it up to put it
in between the door, the door slightly swings open. A
gentleman wearing just boxers and half a cigarette hanging out

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of its mouth opened the door, but he doesn't unlatch
the security lock, so the door does not open all
the way. What do you want, he says, as he's
giving me a death glare, but also looking me up
and down inappropriately At the same time, I explained that
I was just there to deliver late letters and that
I would be on my way now. As I'm explaining this,

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I noticed he keeps looking over his shoulder as if
someone was standing next to him behind the door. I
find this odd, as if someone was hiding from me,
especially because this gentleman won't open the door all the way.
I hear some whispering, and now I'm sure he's communicating
with someone. The gentleman at the door asked me to

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wait and says he has things in his apartment that
he needs me to look at. I explained that I'm
just there for the letters, but he can send photos
to the office and that I can get work orders in.
He begins complaining about our maintenance team and stays he
really wants someone to take a look in person. At
this point, I feel really uneasy. Typically I would enter

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to help with no problem, but between the looks that
this guy was giving me and the creepy who knows
who's behind the door, I'm just not feeling safe. At
this point, I defer, again, trying to make myself sound
unimportant and just say that I'm a floating person. I
can't do anything without manager approval, so there's really no point.

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At this point, something catches my eye. I see the
window blind move. I noticed two additional guys upstairs who
were both staring down at me. I'm so uneasy I
could be sick. At this point, I tell the gentleman
that I won't be entering without maintenance or a property
manager present, due to it being an ongoing maintenance concern

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and there not being much I could personally do. He
looks annoyed and finally slams the door in my face.
I get back to the office and grab the maintenance
supervisor for the property to chat about things regarding this encounter.
The maintenance supervisor explained to me that there used to
be an old man that lived in the apartment, but
then the sun took over the lease after he died.

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He told me that he noticed a lot of strange
activity and individuals around that home since the dad died,
but he hasn't personally witnessed anything illegal yet, so he
just let it go. He explained, they plan to make
them move when the contract is over due to the
conditions of the home. While I can't prove something horrible
was going to happen if I entered the premises. This

(01:39:19):
is by far the creepiest encounter have had as a
property manager in seven years. I don't know exactly where
to start, but years after this incident, I had flashbacks
with all the details while talking to my girlfriend on
the phone and telling each other about our memories. After

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hours of reading people's memories on Reddit, I have something
to share and I can't wait to see your reaction.
This happened at the beginning of twenty twenty three. I'm
a male twenty two. At the time, I was working
as a terminal agent at one of the biggest airports
in Europe. My job descript was mostly to give directions
to arriving and departing passengers in this airport as big

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as the city, to solve their problems, to solve visa
and passport related problems. For some reason, I can't tell
you exactly which airport it is, but you can probably
guess from the details I will give. Since this airport
is in a really huge and very key location, it
is one of the transfer points for passengers coming and
going from Asia, Africa, Europe and America. So as in

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the nature of my job to encounter very strange types
of people and events. I was working twelve hour shifts
some nights and some days. Working is determined by daily assignments.
This incident happened during my twelve hour night shift on
the transfer floor of the airport, the common point where
international passengers wait for passport control before picking up their

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luggage and where passengers of all incoming and international flights flow.
When we work, we're supposed to wait at a fixed
point when passengers don't specifically call for us. But it
was at three o'clock in the morning, and since flights
and passenger traffic has slowed down, I decided to patrol
around a bit. I left my station and went to
the gate of the only arriving flight at that time

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of night. I decided to wait there in case passengers
needed help when the gate opened. After a while, the
plane pulled up to the gate. The gate opened, and
a lot of normal looking people walked out and into
the transfer center except that woman. That strange looking woman
who made me feel cursed by the cold July air.
She was brunette in her late twenties, covered in dirt

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and torn clothes. Her hair was missing in some places,
and the hair that was there was rather on camp
and I think a bit burnt. When she saw me
in my uniform with unusually large pupils, she walked up
to me, looking scared and confused. Excuse me, do you
work here? I need help? Damn it, of course she

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need help, I said to myself. I wanted to take
her arm because she was having trouble walking, but the
smell emanating from her made my nose hurt, and I
immediately abandoned that idea. Don't judge. It wasn't normal sweat smell,
but it smelled like she was already dead. I sat
her down on a seat reserved for passengers, and I
stood opposite her, asking in a calm voice, how it

(01:42:13):
could help her. I had a very bad experience. That's
why I'm running away from there. I haven't eating in
a daze, and I think there's something in the water
that they gave us on the plane since I drank it.
I don't feel well and my mind is fuzzy. I
didn't find what she was saying very convincing. I thought
she was having some kind of mental breakdown, because her
gestures and intonations when she spoke were very strange. But

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I was also familiar with the aviation rules, and I
knew that something like this should be reported immediately to
the police. When I told her this, she didn't like
that idea. She stood up and shook me by my
shoulders and shouted, no, police, never the police, dude. She
started laughing, looking up at the ceiling, like there's something
up there. This woman was making strange gestures with her hands,

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but her chearful demeanor was broken by a sudden burst
of crying, no police, they won't like it. They the police,
that's their job. Who said anything about the cops. I'm
talking about the people who did this to me. As
she said this, she lifted up her burnt hair that
had fallen from her forehead, and I saw the strangest

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thing I've ever seen in my life. I've seen a
lot of strange tattoos because of the environment I studied
and lived in, but this was different. Right in the
center of her forehead was a tattoo that looked like
a barcode, like when you find on products in grocery
stores with serial numbers underneath. At first, I thought that
was just a strange fashion sense for aesthetic purposes, but

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her strange behavior, and some documentaries I've seen made me
think that it was probably used by human traffickers to
mark the people so they could be easily identified and
caught when they escape. When she realized that I couldn't
help her the way she wanted, she at least wanted
to use my phone. I told her this an my
phone due to the airport's security rules, and that she
could use a payphone if she wanted to. Of course,

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she didn't have any money with her, and I was
not allowed to give her money since she showed aggressive
behaviors towards me every time I insisted on talking to
the police. I finally decided to do it secretly and
brought her some food and water before going to the police.
When I arrived at the police station on the transfer floor,
the policemen were taking advantage of the calm night resting.

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When I told them about what happened to me and
pointed to the woman, they told me that it was
just one of the refugees coming to our country and
that's why she was acting like that, because she wanted
us to let her enter illegally. They didn't take it
very seriously, and unfortunately I had to leave without a solution.
When I went back to the woman, I realized that
she had not touched the food or water I had

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brought her and repeatedly refused to consume them with fear
in her eyes. I decided to have a conversation with
a woman so not to be too judgmental. When asked
her name, she gave me a very strange answer that
I have never heard before. It was like a name
from some ancient, ancient language, and even now I don't
remember exactly what she said. When I asked her where

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she came from and where she was going, she said
she didn't know. To get this information, I took her
boarding pass and her passport from her hand. I don't
remember exactly, but she was coming from an Asian country
and an ext destination was not written on the boarding pass,
so her ticket was only valid until here. I decided
to enter a conversation which was not very productive, and

(01:45:35):
leave her alone to observe her from a distance. I
go back to my station for some paperwork and decide
to take care of it in the meantime. Later that morning,
around six a m. My other colleague was due to
arrive at the station to take my shift. I was
going to exit the door where they were going to enter,
and before I left, I decided to stop by again

(01:45:55):
on my way to see this strange female visitor. When
I went up to her, she was hold in a
book in her hand. It was a book with a
very old cover and yellow paper, but I didn't understand
what was written in it until she pointed at me
and called me over. Even then I didn't understand it.
It was a book written in alphabets I don't know,
in a language I didn't know. I don't want you

(01:46:18):
to think I'm making this up, but it was a
book with strange figures of people and other drawings. This
woman pointed to one of the drawings and said, this
is how they do this. They do what like this?
I was confused. Can you be a little bit more specific?
When I said that, She shook her head from side
to side, laughing. She had an expression as if I

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wouldn't understand even if she explained it. I told her
that a friend of mine would be arriving soon in
my place, and if she had any problems or needed anything,
she could contact them as she wished. I gave her
directions to the restroom where she could get some food,
the police station and the ticket office. After a few
seconds of looking at my she thanked me in tears

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and took my hands with both of hers and looked
at me in the eyes. I didn't know exactly what
happened to her, but at that moment, my heart broke
and I put my hand over hers and nodded it
was time to leave. When my friend, who was coming
behind me to take my place, touch me and I
introduced them to the woman and secretly informed them about
the situation. My friend told me that they were going

(01:47:23):
to take special care of her. When I woke up
the next day, I text my friend and asked them
how she was doing. They told me that after I
introduced them to her, they left to take care of
another passenger, and that they never saw her again for
the rest of the day. They said. When they asked
the passport police and ticket offices, they told them that
they were busy enough as it is, and that they

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don't pay much attention to people and brushed them off.
I never saw this woman on my next shifts, and
I've never heard from her again. Still gives me goosebumps
when I remember it. I would be interested in your comments,
something incident, if there's anything I missed, or you want
to ask

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