Something weird has always stuck in my mind

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This happened thirty years ago. I was 18, I’d just moved to London and was living alone for the first time.

I became ‘friends’ with a girl who turned out to be very unstable, and after a night clubbing I had to escort her home and listen to her sobbing for hours and hours. She then told me I had to leave her flat. By this point I was sobering up, probably half tipsy.

It was 4:30AM and I was about to embark on a four mile walk, all alone through central London. Pitch black. I knew a shortcut through a wide alleyway/walkway, that was sort of behind Victoria Station. I wear glasses, and can see alright, but not perfectly. I got around half way up this alley where I see a man, or maybe even a woman. A man in drag I think, around 6ft 4 with green dyed hair, stood to the side looking at me.

I was absolutely petrified, and it was too late to walk back the other way, so I decided to risk it and just keep walking and go straight past him. I’ve hardly ever felt more scared, I could see my life flashing before me, I genuinely thought it was a murderer or a rapist.

I walked past without looking at the person and kept going. They didn’t move at all.

Now over the pat thirty years I’ve recalled this numerous times, and every time I shudder. I have no idea what that person was doing and why they were just watching.

Have you had any weird things that have stuck in mind forever?

When I was 13 I had an almighty row with my dm. I was a bit dramatic and teenagey angst and when I rowed with dm I would always flounce and be gone for hours. In my head, dm was worried and beside herself at my potential whereabouts, however in retrospect she probably rolled her eyes and went back to the TV 😂

We lived rurally back then, nearest neighbour was a 3 min walk away and we were surrounded by woodland. This particular row took place very late one evening, and I had no where to flounce to, so I announced that I would go and sleep in the car. I grabbed the keys and a duvet, got into the car and tried to get comfy, although it was mid January and freezing, my silly teenage attitude wouldn't permit me to go inside and apologise..

It was around 3am. I'd been unable to sleep, it was cold and uncomfortable so I was reading by torchlight. I looked up for some reason, and, coming through a patch of trees was a young woman, about 15ft from my car. She had long, curly hair and was wearing what looked like a long nightgown. Her feet were bare. It was about 2 degrees and no one about. We made eye contact. I absolutely shit myself, and cowered in the footwell with my duvet over me. I was expecting her to knock on my window, but she never did. The moment the sun came up I legged it indoors and needless to say, there were no more nights in the car for me. I still wonder about it. Tbh, I'm not entirely sure she wasn't a spirit. Really freaked me out.

Oh gosh that is scary, I’d have shat myself. I wonder if mine was some sort of spirit too.

Mine isnt scary like both of yours.gI was 17 or 18 and in a very old pub on a wharf with my boyfriend and some of his friends. I'd have had a maximum of one drink, it was just somewhere warm to sit.
We were playing a card game. I wasn't really interested but everyone was playing so I did too. I looked at my cards and wondered which to discard. Something pulled two of them upwards from my hand, quite a definite tug. I obeyed the tip and won the game.
It's only a small incident but I've never forgotten it. Some one answered my unspoken question.

A bloke walked towards me once, this was during broad daylight, he was tall and stooping, he looked right at me and chilled me to the bone. He just looked like death. He walked straight past me, no conversation or anything but God he freaked me out.

One time I was stood waiting for the bus. I noticed a very handsome young man look at me and smile. A voice inside my head told me not to talk to him, it won't end well. I looked back, and he was gone. Very creepy.

A year ago I had a date with this guy who recently was sentenced 2 years for being a pedophile and during the date he made jokes about being a pedophile. He had been charged years before but never went to prison for it. I never went further than this because I wasn't interested but omg it gives me the absolute fear the joke was "I imagine it's not nice to be accused of being a pedophile when you're not" actually terrifying!

When I was 11 or so we were on holiday in Cornwall, walking the dog along a woodland path. This old guy walked past us in the opposite direction, whistling. My Dad, who was a bugger, said "He's the whistling murderer. If he walks past us again and he's still whistling it means he's going to kill you." Twenty minutes later he walked back past us, still whistling, and I went in to full, traumatised meltdown.

My Dad was great, I miss him every day but he was a total fucker at times and he was a writer and an actor who'd honed his craft. One of his wind ups was so convincing it took me three years to cotton on. I was a full grown adult at the time.

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If it was a murderer or a rapist, wouldn’t they have covered their green hair?
Maybe you had to be there but I don’t find it that weird. If it was where I live then maybe but central London? No. Just a person in an alley, probably waiting for someone or waiting for .

When I was very small I was on a farm that was part of our family group of farms with my parents. I wandered away and went up towards the farmhouse. Suddenly a man came out of the house wlth a shotgun. I remember being very scared, can't remember if I screamed or he shouted but my parents appeared and whisked me away. No idea why he came out with the gun or what was said to him but I was very scared!

Hotstepper4 that gave me chills! My first thought was that she had escaped from somewhere. Think I read too many thrillers lol.

I was on holiday in Wales with my mum and had gone into a little shop to browse. The owner, an older guy maybe about 50ish, was showing me some things displayed on the narrow stairs at the back of the shop. He was between me and the door and he kept gradually coming down the stairs talking so that I was forced to move down too. He wasn’t majorly inappropriate but definitely flirty. There was a turn on the stairs and as I passed that I saw there was a door with a padlock at the bottom. I’ve never been so creeped out by a person in my life. Luckily my mum came in just at that point and I got past him and got to her. That was about 20 years ago and I still google the town and shop occasionally to see if anyone is missing there.

When I was about four or five we went to a holiday park type place for our annual holiday. There was a big disco and all the kids were running around and dancing like kids do.

There was a man there without children, just watching us all. He came up to me and asked if I wanted some sweets, which I said yes to (this was the 80s, less stranger danger stuff) and he said I needed to come back to his caravan. As I started to walk off, my mum must have noticed and frog marched me back to my Dad. She went up to the staff and they escorted the man off the premises. He didn't have a caravan on the park, nor a booking, and when an investigation was performed he was a local paedophile with a string of claims against him. I was so lucky.

ButtMuncher that is terrifying.

@whilethechiefputsshineonleith it really was. I couldn't understand what was going on at the time but as I've got older it's really freaked me out. I don't remember the name of the man who did it, there is probably some newspaper article but it was so long ago. I often wonder if he was intending to abuse or worse.

Pretty much all of these are nothing.

Op was freaked out by a man with green hair who was standing still, probably so as not to scare her

Someone fell asleep in a car and ‘saw’ (dreamy) a spirit

Someone else had a man look at her and it scared her as he was creepy

And the paedophile one sounds like the stuff of family urban myth

@Lampshadylady

Lampshadylady do shut the fuck up dear..... who r u to say its nothing to someone if thats how they felt.

whilethechiefputssunshineonleith That’s not very nice - try not to use internet anonymity to be nasty to people it damages your soul!

Lampshadylady as i said do fuck off dear.....

I had one that stuck with me for years. Some of my mums family have apartments in Spain & a big group went over for a celebration. My dad stayed behind with my siblings (I assume it was because they were too young, I was 6/7) , so it was just mum & I. The apartment manager was incredibly creepy, he would always rush out when we entered or exited the building & as we would go up the stairs I would turn around & he would continue staring up. Now as he was pale skinned with jet black slicked hair (it was the 80s) & black eyes I decided he was a vampire. This was an informed decision only confirmed by the frequent bats flying around at dusk & my mum would wake up with bites that bruised. I was super wary the whole holiday & never left my mums side. For years I was convinced I’d seen a vampire.

As I got older I worked out he was a perv & the bites were from mozzies, however I can still picture his face like it was yesterday.

Lamshadylady It's pretty bloody nasty to minimise other people's experiences. Would you do this with all women in all circumstances?

I agree Lampshady. Load of old tosh. A man stood in an alleyway in London. Erm, so what

When I was about 4 my Mum was a local councillor. One day we went leaflet dropping and Mum left me on the pavement whilst she went down some steps to deliver leaflets to houses which were probably about 20 feet down a valley (as in the houses had almost been carved into it).

When she was out of sight, this older man (probably late 50s - early 60s if memory serves me well) came up to me and asked me to come to his car with him so he could show me his puppies. I said no because Mummy would be cross and he kept being really insistent that I did. I kept saying no and I think must have got louder because he ran off. I shudder to think now what he might have done if I'd said yes.

Lamshadylady It's pretty bloody nasty to minimise other people's experiences. Would you do this with all women in all circumstances?

I’m pretty sure this is mostly a lighthearted thread. No-one is baring their soul - so to extrapolate into asserting I would deny women’s experiences in all circumstances is slightly nonsensical!

Thing is - nobody was asking anybody else's opinion on these events. Just recounting things that had stuck with them for years. So who cares of you don't fund it scary ot remarkable. Just toddle off and read something else.