Have you ever found yourself in a really sketchy situation where you just KNEW things didn’t seem right? Or safe?
Hopefully it doesn’t happen all the time, but I have a feeling that most of us have been at least one or twice.
And it’s always very unsettling. What do you do? Do you stay or do you get the hell out of there as fast as possible?
These people decided to stick around, even though they probably should have left in a hurry.
Here are some very interesting stories from people on AskReddit.
1. Total creep.
“In 5th grade my math teacher made me and another girl stay after school.
He said we did too well on the test. We must have cheated. I always got a weird feeling around him, but when it was just him and us, he was actually smelling our hair.
When I finished my test, he told me to leave. There was no way that I was going to leave him alone with the other girl. I told him my dad said I had to walk home with the other girl.
The teacher said I was lying. I was, but I told him to call my dad and tell my dad that he thought his daughter was a cheater and a liar. My dad was super friendly but built like a grizzly bear.
He let me wait for her to finish the test.”
2. This is gonna be bad.
“When I was a teenager I was best friends with a girl who had an older brother who had mental health issues. This led to him also drinking a lot and generally being a d*ck.
One night we were hanging out in her basement and he came home drunk. As soon as I heard him coming down the stairs I knew it was going to be bad.
He walked into the room, looked at us and said “ What are you b*tches doing down here?”
My friend had a big shepherd/ chow mix and the dog immediately got up and stood between him and us growling.
My friend yelled for her dad and that set her brother off. He lunged at her and the dog grabbed him by the arm. Suddenly I was trapped standing on a couch, up against the wall .
Her brother is on the ground kicking at the dog. The dog is clamped down on his arm and not letting go. My friend is next to me screaming for her dad.Dad rushes in, tries to separate them to no avail. Her Mom had called the cops from upstairs ( not the first time ) and they show up.
I sh*t you not, the second the cops came the dog let go on his own and stood in front of my friend again. Cops arrest her brother and her dad drives me home. I never went over their again unless she could promise me he wouldn’t be there.”
3. An awful feeling.
“Family all visited my grandparents, and I always took that time to be rowdy outside with my cousin. We played games inside all day until they told us to play outside.
Walking around at night with my cousin, we tried to come back to the house and turns out we got locked out, as it was like 12 and they thought we were in bed. We had his yellow lab, Yoshi, walking with us.
They lived pretty deep in the country, so his dog was used to coyotes, bears, etc. I got this awful feeling in my chest, mentioned it to my cousin who just said “Yoshi isnt acting weird, so everything is okay!”
I trusted that for the most part, but knew Yoshi could outrun us and we really didnt have a house to bolt back into in case something happened.
We kept walking until I nearly tripped on Yoshi who was just frozen and whimpering. Her tail was between her legs, and she was staring at this huge bush. The feeling I had in my gut hadnt left me, and I just panicked and stared into the bush.
I heard a rustle and Yoshi started barking like crazy, before growling. My cousin and I took that queue to take off running back towards the house. I heard Yoshi yelp but we kept running.
Whatever it was didnt follow us, and after about 5 minutes Yoshi came running back to us. She didnt have any scratches on her, but it scared the sh*t out of me.
After we calmed down, I remembered my Grandma telling everyone she could have sworn she saw a Mountain Lion in her garden a few days ago. They were in Oklahoma, so no one took that seriously as a Mountain Lion that far into OK was pretty uncommon.
Week or so later, it was all over the news that there was a Mountain Lion in the area. It had been hit and killed a few miles from where we were. I am positive that the awful feeling I had was us being stalked.”
4. Sketchy AF
Got invited to a “party” by a random guy. I went with him as I was drunk and thought “Sure, why not?”
This entailed going to a run down house. To enter the house we had to climb in through a window where there were five people sat in a circle made of half broken chairs and a moldy couch.
After entering the window the guy locked it behind him, it was at this point I instantly felt sober again and realized that something was wrong.
That’s when the crack c*caine and her*in came out. A woman who was part of the circle who apparently owned the house started telling a story about how her husband had hung himself in the stairwell, her kids had been taken away and that she kept a sharpened screwdriver under her pillow in case “they” came for her.
I was well past wanting to leave at this point, I didn’t have an escape though and my nervousness showed, that’s when paranoia set in within the “circle”, the guy who had brought me there had become incredibly tense, the slightest noise and he would flip out.
He stood by the curtains peeping through mumbling to himself about the police watching him. I had to prove I wasn’t wearing a “wire” at this point.
Before long however the drugs began to run out, this made the paranoia be temporarily forgotten. I saw a chance here and said I had money and I could buy more drugs, the guy said he would book a taxi for us to go in.
About 15 minutes later a taxi turned up, he unlocked the window and I jumped out first and slammed it shut behind me, ran as fast as I could towards the taxi, jumped in the front seat and just shouted “DRIVE!, DRIVE!” to the taxi driver who took off down the street and to the safety of home.”
“Mum’s new boyfriend.
My siblings and I never discussed it until years later but we avoided talking to him, left a room he entered, and hated going to mum’s place when he was there. We had no control over the situation as we were children with divorced parents. I was probably around ten.
Many years later mum actually told us why she left him – because she found out he was a pedophile.”
6. Sharks in the water.
“Was on a camper van trip up the East Coast of Australia and stopped at Bondi for a few nights.
On our last morning there, my friend had some work to get done on his laptop, so I decided to head out for a surf by myself to kill a few hours.
No one else was surfing, the water was murky and anyone that’s surfed knows you can start to get a feeling the water is a little ‘sharky’.
I left the water unscathed and told my mate about the eerie feeling I’d had. We both headed back to our home towns, only for him to tag me in a news report about a guy that had been attacked while surfing alone at that exact spot one week later.
Have had a few other ‘encounters’ in that part of the world and every single time you get a bit of a feeling in your stomach beforehand.”
7. Wedding day.
“I got this feeling on my wedding day to my now ex husband. Getting my hair & makeup done, putting on the big white dress, listening to how excited everyone was, and the entire time I felt white and sick to my stomach.
It was like a burning ball inside me, and I felt cold all over. I kept wanting to hide, and I remember my Dad jokingly saying “We can still make a run for it!” and I wish now I’d of taken him up on it.
Not even three months after the wedding, he started picking out what I could wear (you shouldn’t be wearing pants, women should wear skirts & dresses!), complaining that I wasn’t working TWO jobs instead of just one, and not ever letting me out of his sight when I was home from work (I couldn’t even walk to the mailbox alone).
A month or so after that, when I’d had enough and started pushing back, he attacked me and started hitting me, right in front of his brother.
I remember begging his brother to help me, and instead he sneered and said “Women like you get what you deserve”, and when I yelled that I would call the cops, my husband said “Go ahead, I have many cop friends.”
The very next day I made a phone call to an old school friend telling him my address and that I would be at the end of the road at a certain time. When my husband was outside working on his boat, I threw a few clothes into a bag and ran.
Filed for divorce and never looked back. Ended up working two jobs (haha) and living with my grandmother until I could get back on my feet. Listen to your gut ladies. It might save you a lot of bruises and maybe even your life!”
8. My ex.
I started to get the feeling that he was lying about things, but it was only little things. I tried to brush off the thought that he was lying about random stuff.
I stayed with him another 4 months, then realized he was also lying about a drug addiction, stealing my money I was giving him for rent, and not paying our bills.
I probably should’ve trusted my gut and left sooner.”
9. Listen to those warning bells.
“In my 30s, my husband was having an affair and I was sick of staying home alone, so I went to a dance club in Boise by myself.
I had a fantastic time and met a friendly couple, James and Tammy, ended up spending most of the night with them laughing, dancing, joking. Just really fun, open people.
We shut the place down, and out on the sidewalk Tammy says, “Want to go for pancakes?”
“That’s a great idea! I’m starved,” I said. “My car’s around the corner. Should I just follow you to the restaurant?”
“No, don’t do that! We’ll give you a ride, then bring you back,” said Tammy.
“Thank you!” I said. “I’m worn out from all that dancing, haha.”
As soon as I get in the car and it pulls away from the curb, I get this sense of dread. Just a few blocks down the road, James says he wants to pick something up at their apartment, and asks if it’s okay if we stop off there for a minute.
I’m ignoring my warning bells, still hoping that everything’s okay, don’t want to ruin a great night by freaking out unnecessarily. They’re both still super casual and friendly, so I say, “Okay…”
We get to their apartment, which is really low rent and scummy, and my alarms are getting louder.
“I’ll just wait in the car while you get your thing,” I said.
Tammy stays, too, and we talk about this n’ that, and I start to relax again. There’s no pressure coming from her, she genuinely seems delighted to have made a new friend.
“Let’s go check on James,” she says after a bit.
As soon as I walk through the door, I know I’m in trouble. I’m miles from home in an unfamiliar area, no friends in town and my husband’s God knows where with his girlfriend. Did I have a phone? Was the battery dead? I can’t remember.
Tammy’s between me and the only door, and James is on the sofa watching TV. She offers me a drink, which I decline, then goes to fix herself one.
“Are we staying here?” I ask. “Let’s go to the restaurant.”
“You bet! I just want one drink, then we’ll go.”
All this time, Tammy seems great, but James is silent, staring fixedly at the TV, all tense and excited, but trying not to show it. I’m getting super weird, scary vibes from him and this whole situation.
“Do you party?” Tammy asks brightly.
I’m distracted and have no idea what this means, so I say, “I guess.”
She sets up some c*caine on the coffee table and she and James have a toot. I’ve never seen c*caine in my life. I can’t believe what I’ve gotten myself into. I look away from the coffee table toward the TV and finally realize that James is watching GB p*rnography.
I stand up and announce that I’m going to call a cab.
“Oh, don’t! Do you want to go?”
“Yeah,” I say faux-apologetically. “I’m just really tired.” I start walking for the door.
“We’ll take you back. Don’t pay for a cab, honey. We’ll drive you.”
I don’t remember how she convinced me to get back in the car, but she and James ended up driving me back to the bar and giving me a friendly wave as they drove away.
I think it was an honest misunderstanding: they thought they’d found a willing third, and if I wasn’t down with a threesome, that was perfectly okay. And, c*caine was just a normal Saturday night, I guess.
But, man… When I recall turning to face that TV screen, my heart still drops into my stomach. I always, always trust my instincts now.”
“I went to some kinda church thing with a friend, it was like a little Christmas play or something.
We were sitting in the auditorium waiting for the show to start when I started seeing smoke pour out from behind the stage… it was bellowing out too, and nobody seemed to be noticing it.
It reminded me of videos I’ve seen of fires. Anyway, I wanted to leave but didn’t want to be ‘that guy’ so I stayed.
Turns out it was just a smoke machine and I’m a dumb*ss, but man was my fight or flight activated.”
11. Because you got high.
“Went to my friends house for the night and he kept saying he was hearing voices and went past the hallway to check again and again. Came back and kept suddenly turning his head towards the hallway mid sentences.
Freaked me the f*ck out and I had this chill down my spine, the kind that sobers you up instantly chill, it kept making me want to leave and go home but then I realized it was way too late and I was way too tired to deal with this.
Plus I was baked so that didn’t help. The fool was baked too.
In the morning it turned out to be the family that lived up stairs (he lives in a rental basement).
That spine chilling feeling though. Super freaky stuff. Like it made me focus on his eyes and how sort of dead they looked.
Was super freaky.”
12. Good thing Joe was there.
“I was a dumb 17 year old. My friend “Joe” and I smoked weed, a lot.
One of then guys we brought it from, “David”, was in his early 30’s, lived in a normal house, had a wife (who he was in the process of divorcing and not living with), and one or two young kids. But he sold a lot of stuff besides weed: pills, meth, etc.
So he was involved with some sketchy people, but he was always really nice to us. A few times he fronted us weed when we couldn’t afford it. One time I had had the worst day ever and he just gave me some just to be nice. So needless to say, what happened to him really scared and upset me.
One night (sometime between 9-10pm), Joe and I went over to get some weed. David told us he was waiting on his connection to drop it off, it’d be about an hour if we wanted to wait here. I said yea sure, no big deal.
But Joe said “no I want to leave.” I looked at him, surprised, and said it’s just an hour wait, by the time we drive home and come back it will be an hour anyways.
Joe said “no, I think we should leave, I just don’t want to stay here.” I asked him why but he said he just got a bad feeling. I will admit that David did seem off, he seemed really nervous and tense. There was a girl I knew from school there (like everyone bought weed from this guy), she decided to wait, but Joe didn’t want to, so I left with Joe.
About an hour or two later we tried calling David, no answer. He never called back so we just hung out and watched TV til the next morning.
He still didn’t answer so we drove by there (we really wanted our weed), and the entire house is covered in crime scene tape, part of the house is black and obvious there was an extremely recent fire that significantly damaged the home.
We had no clue what happened and weren’t about to stop and ask the cops there.
I found out from the news, and then from friends of ours what happened. Around 12am, 3 guys kicked down the door. David, and the girl I knew from school were sitting on the couch, they were both shot in the head and killed instantly.
The guys then tried to set the house on fire to destroy any evidence, but a neighbor called the fire dept shortly after they left so the house wasn’t badly burned enough to destroy much evidence.
It took them years to catch the guys who did it.”
How about you?
Do you have any stories like this?
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