Have you ever had a brush with fate--an encounter with or, or observed, a suspicious person--like many of those who turn out to be serial killers/abductors (For example, Oba Chandler, Angela Hammond's abductor)--and you feel in retrospect that wisdom saved you?

My father related to me a creepy event which happened to us around 1995-1996. We had taken a vacation and were midway between home and wherever we had went (upstate somewhere) and had rented a hotel room. A very shady, creepy looking man, was observed numerous times over a period of hours walking back and forth across the parking lot, looking to see if people noticed him, making sure he wasn't being watched (he didn't realiz that my father was watching him from the window) and this man walked back and forth to our car specifically, as if scoping it out.

My father decided to make his presence felt and looked down on the packing lot (we were in a room on the second floor which had a little balcony, so anyone looking from the balcony area or whatever could be seen from below). At seeing that my father had noticed him, the man fled.

Not sure if this is what you're talking about but I did briefly meet someone who not long after committed murder. I was working as a receptionist at an electrical company on a jobsite at a refinery. The head of safety was named Terry Dixon. He had been divorced but still had custody of his ex-wife's son. He was a troubled kid but Terry seem to just want to help him. He came to the office one day and he introduced us to him. He seemed like a very friendly kid. The job was temporary and ended a few months later. Then probably 2 years later I was watching our local news and see a picture of Terry Dixon! I was completely shocked to hear that Terry and his son had moved to Las Vegas and his son had shot him in the head one night while he slept, killing him! I even have a picture of this kid in the other pictures I took from that job and its chilling to know I'm looking at the picture of a killer.

My mother told me this story that when she was a teenager that she went to this party with one of her friends. She didn't know anyone else at the party other than her friend. Later that night, she and her friend were driven home by these three men whom she didn't know. The three guys dropped my mother's friend off at her house and then she was alone in the car with these guys that she didn't even know. As they were at a stop sign where if you made a right you'd be on my mother's street. She told the driver "Just make a right her" and then the driver said "What if i don't want to make a right?" And then my mother was very frightened. Then, the guys just said they were joking around, but my mother wasn't sure to believe them and she got out at the stop sign.
I always wonder what would have happened if she did stay in the car, I might not even be here!:crazy:

I worked in a billing office that--among others--did the billing for Dr. John Boyle. He was the Ohio doctor who killed his wife Noreen and buried her under fresh concrete in the basement of a new home in PA that he was planning to live in with his mistress Sherri--who signed the sales contract along with him as if she were Noreen OMG ("N. Sherri Boyle")! Saw the doctor once or twice, but for the most part the doctors we billed for didn't come in to our building, which was a couple blocks from the hospital. But I saw Noreen several times--her and their adopted Asian daughter who was about 2-3 at that time and was "joined at her hip". She always spoke to the general population of the office in a very friendly way, in addition to meeting privately with the bosses in their offices. The Boyles also had a son who was about 10-12 and heard the argument that precipitated the murder!

She was a sweet lady....:(

Was this one on UM? It would have been in the early 90's.

This case occured long before UM. There isn't a lot about it online, but I remember it vividly as it happened so close to home, and I had met the man.
It is Kenneth ray Wright. He brutally murdered an 8 year old girl, Camellia Jo Hand. I was 12 when it happened.

Wright lived near us and his 2 step children rode my school bus. Then they moved away to nearby Ocoee where the crime was committed. Not long before it happened, I was with my Dad on a Saturday morning and he stopped at Wright's house for some reason. We were in the driveway talking. I thought he was a nice man and there was no creep factor at all. It wasn't long after that that the murder occured.

http://articles.orlandosentinel.com/keyword/kenneth-ray

Also, I was in and out of the Zeigler (Tommy) furniture store as a child. As well as Eunice being a teacher at my elementary school at the time she and Tommy were dating and got married.

I don't have any brushes with murderers (besides from when I used to volunteer at a prison...but that's another story), but I do have a brush with a probable rapist.

There was a guy that I knew from grad school. My friends and I would run into him all the time at this one bar and we all became friendly. He chatted me up about my studies and we agreed to meet for coffee a few times to study together. He even came to my house once for a party. The consensus among my friends about him was "harmless dork." There was nothing romantic between us...he was a nice guy, but I kind of found him annoying and I didn't really think about him much.

One day I was listening to the radio and I heard his name. He had been arrested for breaking into an ex-girlfriend's apartment and setting up video equipment in her bedroom to spy on her. It turns out that he had like HUNDREDS of videos of ex-girlfriends, many of them non-consensual videos. He was eventually convicted of of spying on these women (or at least the ones that lived in-state...he had moved from out of state a few years before). He got probation.

Here's the REALLY scary part: amongst all these videos, they found a video of him having sex with an unidentified woman who was bound up and upset and he was threatening her with a knife. The police, as far as I know were not able to identify the woman. He claimed that it was just "role playing," but the police don't believe him. Because the woman hasn't come forward, they haven't been able to bring charges.

You guys, I HAD THIS GUY IN MY HOUSE. You just never know what's going on in people's heads or behind closed doors. There are people out there who are very disturbed and are very good at hiding it.

P.S. This guy was studying online dating for his graduate degree. He taught a few classes at the local community college on how to successfully set up an online dating profile. He even offered to help me set one up (I declined). No doubt he used this tactic to prey on women.

You very lucky he didn't harm you.

As for me, I have a story about a murderer that I knew when I was a teenager, but I am not going to post many details in these open forums (but I will tell you in PM if you like). Basically, my friends and I knew him when we were teens (he was much older than us). He ended up killing a guy and got away with it. He also told us he had killed other people in other states. We didn't believe his stories at first, but after we heard about the killing in our area, we knew he was probably telling the truth. It is a lot more complicated than this and I am leaving a lot of details out so I can keep this post somewhat vague. We didn't witness anything, but knew he had probably acted maliciously. We just couldn't prove it because all we had were his stories. And remember, we were teens so we were very scared of this whole incident.

I also have a story about a friend of mine that is similar to unsolved243's story above. This woman I know said that when she was in her teens that she and a girlfriend went out with these two guys they knew (this was in the 70's). She said that as they drove around she noticed that her friend was in the backseat getting raped by the other guy. My friend said that she didn't know what to do because she was scared that the same would happen to her. The guy driving didn't seem to care that his friend was raping someone in the backseat. Eventually my friend began screaming for the guy to pull the car over, which he eventually did. Both girls got out of the car and walked home. My friend said her friend was crying hysterically on the way home. They never reported the incident. My friend said that even though she has kept in constant contact with this woman for the past 30 years, this subject has NEVER came up once.

My mother actually met two murderers. Both quite famous.

When she was out in California in the 1970's she met Jim Jones the leader of the People's Temple. She thought him very charismatic and nice and didn't think anything too odd about him anymore than she would any other preacher (shes an atheist so all preachers are weird to her).

And I beleive it was not too long before he was killed by his young accomplices that my mother met Houston mass murderer Dean Corll. She remembered him and one or two other young men driving up in a van attempting to purchase some drugs off of her.

Someone that was a grade younger than me in high school that I occasionally played basketball against back then just murdered someone last year (he's in jail and I believe his trial is pending but he's almost certainly guilty).

My husband grew up with a killer. Not a famous one though. His mom liked to tell a story about when my husband was young. He and another kid were in the yard playing. His mom called him to come in, but he didn't want to. So his friend told hime to run the other way. He did, and his mom came and got him and gave him a spanking and his little friend ran home and didn't get in trouble. A few years ago, there was a murder here in town. A man shot his wife in cold blood in front of their grandson in their front yard because she was going to leave him for beating her. My husband asked me if I remembered the story about the kid telling him to run from his mom. I said," yes." He said,"well, that was the guy that told me to run." So I guess he was bad even when he was a kid.

Very interesting answers to this question! After my junior year of college I decided to stay on campus and take some summer classes. I got a job at a local Pizza Hut, and took the bus one morning to attend a meeting for new employees. It was a beautiful summer day and, rather than take a bus home, I thought I'd just walk back to my dorm. As I was walking home, a man in a light colored newer model car pulled up beside me and asked if I wanted a ride. I thanked him for the offer but told him I was enjoying my walk. The guy followed along side me for several blocks, trying to convince me he was a "nice guy" and was just trying to be friendly. I really got creeped out by his persistance, but this was before cell phones and I wasn't sure what to do. Finally I stopped at a house with a big porch, told him it was my boyfriend's house and waved goodbye. He drove off then, but I saw him pounding his hands on the steering wheel in anger. I remember he had an out-of-state license plate. Looking back after all these years, it still gives me the chills.

Very interesting answers to this question! After my junior year of college I decided to stay on campus and take some summer classes. I got a job at a local Pizza Hut, and took the bus one morning to attend a meeting for new employees. It was a beautiful summer day and, rather than take a bus home, I thought I'd just walk back to my dorm. As I was walking home, a man in a light colored newer model car pulled up beside me and asked if I wanted a ride. I thanked him for the offer but told him I was enjoying my walk. The guy followed along side me for several blocks, trying to convince me he was a "nice guy" and was just trying to be friendly. I really got creeped out by his persistance, but this was before cell phones and I wasn't sure what to do. Finally I stopped at a house with a big porch, told him it was my boyfriend's house and waved goodbye. He drove off then, but I saw him pounding his hands on the steering wheel in anger. I remember he had an out-of-state license plate. Looking back after all these years, it still gives me the chills.

I'm glad you didn't end up on an episode of UM! :eek:

Very interesting answers to this question! After my junior year of college I decided to stay on campus and take some summer classes. I got a job at a local Pizza Hut, and took the bus one morning to attend a meeting for new employees. It was a beautiful summer day and, rather than take a bus home, I thought I'd just walk back to my dorm. As I was walking home, a man in a light colored newer model car pulled up beside me and asked if I wanted a ride. I thanked him for the offer but told him I was enjoying my walk. The guy followed along side me for several blocks, trying to convince me he was a "nice guy" and was just trying to be friendly. I really got creeped out by his persistance, but this was before cell phones and I wasn't sure what to do. Finally I stopped at a house with a big porch, told him it was my boyfriend's house and waved goodbye. He drove off then, but I saw him pounding his hands on the steering wheel in anger. I remember he had an out-of-state license plate. Looking back after all these years, it still gives me the chills.

What did he look like?
And how long ago was this?
The serial killer, Larry Hall, had a very similar method: He would pull up alongside girls, try to chit chat with them and offer them a ride and whatnot, and then would grab them and immobilize them somehow (either by knocking them out or some other method). He was a guy with long Civil War style mutton chops connected to a mustache, or a full beard.

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Well, I've already discussed this on this board before, but I've been a victim of attempted abduction twice.

I come from a small town where murders are pretty rare, but nine years ago, a local teenager was viciously tortured and stabbed to death in the woods by three other teenagers after a vicious argument that was fueled by drugs and alcohol and was brought. One of the killers was the brother of one of my brother's best friends and I had interacted with him numerous times.

As horrible as the crime was, I still felt pity for the guy since he had suffered severe brain damage as a child after he was hit by a car. His story was that the other two killers said they would have killed him if he didn't participate in the crime, and they had to give him psychiatric evaluations for years to determine if he was mentally competent enough to be held accountable for his role in the murder and stand trial. I believe he was released a couple of years ago even though the other two participants got life without parole. Needless to say, it was quite shocking to me as I never would have guessed this kid would have been capable of such a brutal murder.

Any time I have been around an adult dressed as a clown, I have had a brush with a possible serial killer and if you have ever been near a clown, you have had a brush with a possible serial killer too.

Two of my favorite teachers in high school were Mr. and Mrs. Jones (not their real names). Mrs. Jones was my sophomore Biology teacher and Mr. Jones was my senior economics teacher. Mrs. Jones was more on the serious side but had a great sense of humor, and she was very intelligent. Mr. Jones coached the basketball teams and was also very funny. His class was one that all seniors had to pass so he made it easy and even let us bump up our grade on "trvia days". These two teachers were married. They are still two of my favorites.

I will admit, there's a lot about this that I don't know. I saw Mrs. Jones a few years after graduation. I asked about Mr. Jones and found out they were in the process of getting a divorce. After I got my foot out of my mouth, Mrs. Jones said they were still "seeing each other" which could have meant a variety of things.

A month or two after I saw her, Mr. Jones abducted Mrs. Jones, tied her up in his truck and killed her. He shot her, I'm not sure where or how many times. He hid in the woods until he talked to his brother over the phone who convinced him to turn himself in.

It bothers me that I spent an hour, five days a week, for four months, in this man's classroom. What really bothers me is that he seemed to have it all together--he had a great job, great wife, a family. What could have made him do this? I am angry that he took Mrs. Jones away from us. She was an assistant principal and was almost finished with her doctorate when she was murdered. She also had a fourteen year old daughter from a previous marriage. Mr. Jones is obviously in prison now and I'm also angry that he won't get to have a positive impact on any more students, because there was a time when he was one of the most compassionate teachers at my high school.

Two of my favorite teachers in high school were Mr. and Mrs. Jones (not their real names). Mrs. Jones was my sophomore Biology teacher and Mr. Jones was my senior economics teacher. Mrs. Jones was more on the serious side but had a great sense of humor, and she was very intelligent. Mr. Jones coached the basketball teams and was also very funny. His class was one that all seniors had to pass so he made it easy and even let us bump up our grade on "trvia days". These two teachers were married. They are still two of my favorites.

I will admit, there's a lot about this that I don't know. I saw Mrs. Jones a few years after graduation. I asked about Mr. Jones and found out they were in the process of getting a divorce. After I got my foot out of my mouth, Mrs. Jones said they were still "seeing each other" which could have meant a variety of things.

A month or two after I saw her, Mr. Jones abducted Mrs. Jones, tied her up in his truck and killed her. He shot her, I'm not sure where or how many times. He hid in the woods until he talked to his brother over the phone who convinced him to turn himself in.

It bothers me that I spent an hour, five days a week, for four months, in this man's classroom. What really bothers me is that he seemed to have it all together--he had a great job, great wife, a family. What could have made him do this? I am angry that he took Mrs. Jones away from us. She was an assistant principal and was almost finished with her doctorate when she was murdered. She also had a fourteen year old daughter from a previous marriage. Mr. Jones is obviously in prison now and I'm also angry that he won't get to have a positive impact on any more students, because there was a time when he was one of the most compassionate teachers at my high school.

I'm very sorry to hear that. That's a very tragic series of events. Perhaps Mr. Jones will have the opportunity to teach courses in economics and other related matter for other inmates while incarcerated. It doesn't reverse the pain that's already transpired, but it would be a positive thing.


Any time I have been around an adult dressed as a clown, I have had a brush with a possible serial killer and if you have ever been near a clown, you have had a brush with a possible serial killer too.

http://www.coai.org/

Clearly an organization of murderous maniacs. :rolleyes:

2 guys grabbed my arms while trying to jump me so I fell so they freed my arms and I picked up my bike and swung it like a baseball bat.

An other one was a car that had almost hit me twice(I memorized the license plate) decided to sit out near my house for hours so I decided to go out and look at it when they tried to hit me again when I had a knife on me and wanted to slash their tires

What did he look like?
And how long ago was this?
The serial killer, Larry Hall, had a very similar method: He would pull up alongside girls, try to chit chat with them and offer them a ride and whatnot, and then would grab them and immobilize them somehow (either by knocking them out or some other method). He was a guy with long Civil War style mutton chops connected to a mustache, or a full beard.

The guy had no facial hair, so it couldn't have Larry Hall. He was in his late 30's or early 40's and was wearing a suit. I remember thinking "why isn't he in an office somewhere instead of driving around in his car trying to pick up women?" When I first told my friends about, we nicknamed him "Mr. Businessman," and kept an eye out for him for several weeks. We never spotted him, though, and by the end of the summer we really didn't talk about him anymore.

I think I mentioned this in another thread but some burly men in a truck hooted/verbally harrassed a friend and I when we were about 12. We ran away because we had every indication they would get out of the car. We ran on the sidewalk on the busy highway so that they would think twice about doing anything in front of people.

Basically the same thing happened to another friend of mine at 10. We gave a man directions and he asked us a disgusting, lascivious question, wanting to see our bodies. I remember being extremely shocked because I had never heard such language before. I don't think he was necessarily a killer, but definitely a deviant. I saw him again when I was crossing the street one day. He was a passenger in a car and looked at me like he recognized me. That scared me a little.

Even though it's highly unlikely, when I was 13 I could have sworn I saw Jesse James Hollywood (or his dead ringer) as a passenger in a car when walking one day. It looked JUST like him (I was already a UM buff then). Hollywood was caught within weeks of this sighting in Southern California (where I thought I saw his look-alike). Again, there are millions of people in the world and I probably saw a look-alike, but it was still quite interesting.

A lot of interesting stories!

I have a brief one. I was out front with 2 friends, one of which was on skates. Our parents never let us play outside without some kind of supervision (watching from the window usually). We were walking/skating down the street when suddenly a white truck stops and 2 hispanic males jump out. They tried to grab my friend on skates and thank God her Mom was watching out the window. She ran outside and screamed at them, they drove off and no information was gathered about them (it was fast). I still remember this pretty well, I was about 7 or 8 at the time. I'm sure they had rape and murder in mind.

it is sad but true, that so many of the children that have been kidnapped and murdered, if their parents had not left them outside playing unattended, they would still be alive today. When my kids were growing up in the 80s & 90s they were never left anywhere unattended. Heck, mine got mad/embarrassed because I never let them walk around Wal~Mart or the malls alone till they were out of jr high.

Even though it's highly unlikely, when I was 13 I could have sworn I saw Jesse James Hollywood (or his dead ringer) as a passenger in a car when walking one day. It looked JUST like him (I was already a UM buff then). Hollywood was caught within weeks of this sighting in Southern California (where I thought I saw his look-alike). Again, there are millions of people in the world and I probably saw a look-alike, but it was still quite interesting.

Wasn't he arrested in Brazil?

Whoops! I guess it's been too long since I've seen the broadcast. It most definitely had to be a look-alike then. :D

I work in a small office located in an office park in the industrial side of town. One morning in January 2009, I was the first one to arrive at the office so I unlocked the door and shut off our alarm system. As soon as I turned around, this guy came walking through our door and asked if we were hiring (which was strange since it was 8:30 AM and our office isn't the type to hire someone off the streets). I said we weren't hiring. He starts trying to make small talk about being unemployed, the type of work he does, our company, etc. He was wearing a big, puffy coat and had sunglasses on the entire time. He then asked if he could use our restroom since he was waiting for a friend to pick him up there at the office park. Against my better judgement, I let him use the bathroom. When he came back, he started to make small talk again and as I was sitting behind my desk I noticed him moving his hand. I looked over my computer screen and he had his penis out and was masturbating. I was disgusted and told him to leave immediently because my boss would be there any moment (when in fact he was gone the entire day) and that he would call the cops. The guy left hurridedly and I called the police who came over and took my report. Based on him coming in immediately after I arrived, the police thought he'd been watching me and could have been hiding behind a bush near our front door. They even said he could have been stalking for me for days knowing that I usually arrive first to my office. They said his type of behavior could be a precursor for rape and possibly homicide. I was so freaked out and to this day anytime I think about the danger I was in I get chills.

I work in a small office located in an office park in the industrial side of town. One morning in January 2009, I was the first one to arrive at the office so I unlocked the door and shut off our alarm system. As soon as I turned around, this guy came walking through our door and asked if we were hiring (which was strange since it was 8:30 AM and our office isn't the type to hire someone off the streets). I said we weren't hiring. He starts trying to make small talk about being unemployed, the type of work he does, our company, etc. He was wearing a big, puffy coat and had sunglasses on the entire time. He then asked if he could use our restroom since he was waiting for a friend to pick him up there at the office park. Against my better judgement, I let him use the bathroom. When he came back, he started to make small talk again and as I was sitting behind my desk I noticed him moving his hand. I looked over my computer screen and he had his penis out and was masturbating. I was disgusted and told him to leave immediently because my boss would be there any moment (when in fact he was gone the entire day) and that he would call the cops. The guy left hurridedly and I called the police who came over and took my report. Based on him coming in immediately after I arrived, the police thought he'd been watching me and could have been hiding behind a bush near our front door. They even said he could have been stalking for me for days knowing that I usually arrive first to my office. They said his type of behavior could be a precursor for rape and possibly homicide. I was so freaked out and to this day anytime I think about the danger I was in I get chills.

Scary! That's why I lock the door of our office immediately behind me when I'm the only one there.

There was a guy in High School who kept asking me out. I kept declining his offers. I just wasn't attracted to him and he gave me the creeps (there's a bit more to the story, but this is the short version). A few years after h.s. he killed a family member and then later committed suicide in prison.

My adopted cousin had bipolar disorder aggravated by his years of trouble with illicit drugs and going off his legitimate meds, and his mother finally turned him in to police. He nursed a grudge against her apparently even after getting clean and marrying a great woman who promised to "keep him straight". A couple years after the wedding, he lay in wait for his mother and stepfather at their vacation home and killed them!

This kid I knew well in high school, and also worked at a job with senior year of high school.....ended up killing his stepmom last year.

Lost touch w/him after high school and hadnt seen him for about 5 years. Then I heard what he did. He was a cool kid in HS...was pretty shocked when I heard about it. Apparently he was declared legally insane, didnt go to trial and was committed.

This is all I could find online:

http://www.midhudsonnews.com/News/2009/December09/14/Schewtschenko_arr-14Dec09.htm

And this...when you read it I think you'll see why he was declared insane:

Lawyer: Call to mental-health hotline unheeded before Hopewell Junction man killed mother
The Poughkeepsie Journal - Poughkeepsie, N.Y.
Author: Larry Hertz
Date: Jul 13, 2010
Start Page: APJ.1
Section: NEWS
Text Word Count: 690

Abstract (Document Summary)
"Mr. Schewtschenko was covered in blood, and there were writings made in blood with religious references and a cross made in blood on his mother's body and over the fireplace," Whitesell told the judge during the 20-minute proceeding in the County Courthouse in the City of Poughkeepsie.

^ wow. i'd say he's a tad crazy!!

I work in a small office located in an office park in the industrial side of town. One morning in January 2009, I was the first one to arrive at the office so I unlocked the door and shut off our alarm system. As soon as I turned around, this guy came walking through our door and asked if we were hiring (which was strange since it was 8:30 AM and our office isn't the type to hire someone off the streets). I said we weren't hiring. He starts trying to make small talk about being unemployed, the type of work he does, our company, etc. He was wearing a big, puffy coat and had sunglasses on the entire time. He then asked if he could use our restroom since he was waiting for a friend to pick him up there at the office park. Against my better judgement, I let him use the bathroom. When he came back, he started to make small talk again and as I was sitting behind my desk I noticed him moving his hand. I looked over my computer screen and he had his penis out and was masturbating. I was disgusted and told him to leave immediently because my boss would be there any moment (when in fact he was gone the entire day) and that he would call the cops. The guy left hurridedly and I called the police who came over and took my report. Based on him coming in immediately after I arrived, the police thought he'd been watching me and could have been hiding behind a bush near our front door. They even said he could have been stalking for me for days knowing that I usually arrive first to my office. They said his type of behavior could be a precursor for rape and possibly homicide. I was so freaked out and to this day anytime I think about the danger I was in I get chills.

That is personally very frightening to me. I also work at a facility in an industrial park as a receptionist, and even though we don't accept resumes or applications at the facility and have a sign on the front door indicating such, we still get many people who walk in asking about job availability. Many of them literally come off the street. Most of the time they're very congenial, nice people, but a person or two who's made me uncomfortable has shown up in our lobby. We have armed security guards on the facility at all times, though, so I've never felt like I was flapping in the wind, as it were.


In March 2004, when I was in high school, a boy I used to talk to and joke with a lot in class ended up in a violent, physical argument with his mother one evening--I believe he began attacking her with a pipe. LE was called to the home, and this person fatally shot the first police officer on the scene with a semi-automatic rifle from his bedroom window. As other officers arrived, he began firing on them as well. The situation evolved into an hours-long standoff, and eventually more than 100 police officers ended up on site. Tragically, the boy I knew ended up turning the weapon on himself.

I remember being thoroughly numb with shock upon learning what happened. We found out later he had been an inpatient at a local mental health facility for a time, having struggled with severe depression. Nobody was apparently aware with the exception of the boy's family. The police officer did not live to see age 25, and the boy's parents were ostracized by ignorant and mean-spirited people in the community after the fact. And of course, they lost their only son, who was clearly very ill. The entire situation was impossibly tragic.


EDIT: I had nearly forgotten another story until I reread nohwheregirl's story about the fellow graduate student posted earlier in this thread. Again, when I was a high schooler, I worked at the local KFC as a cashier. A guy who was two years behind me in school also worked there as a cook. He was always painfully shy, but I guess he developed a crush on me and brought me flowers and such on a couple of occasions. He had never been the least bit obnoxious, lewd, or incredibly strange towards me, and taking his shyness and introversion into account, I gently told him I appreciated the gestures, but I wasn't interested in dating or a relationship with him. He seemed to understand and "take it well." I graduated shortly thereafter and moved to Knoxville to attend college.

During my freshman year at UT, I found out in the news and from friends back home he had repeatedly assaulted and molested his younger sister for years before finally being turned in to the authorities that year. It was very difficult and disturbing to wrap my mind around on a number of levels, but especially when I considered that he was engaging in sickening crimes throughout the entire time I worked with him.

This killing happened only a few miles from where I live. We were all in shock. Everytime we go to my daughter's in-laws, we drive by the boarded up house where he killed his mother. It was only gutted on the inside so it sits there with boarded up windows.

My husband's cousin owns the hardware store that was shot into and was in it at the time.

Reliable the plant where the spree ended is only 5 or 6 miles from where we lived and raised our kids. I knew lots of people that worked there. and I used to work at the Wal~Mart where the shooting of the police officers took place in the road in front of it.

You just don't think things like this will happen where you live.

http://blog.al.com/spotnews/2009/03/samson_authorities_were_workin.html

My mother actually met two murderers. Both quite famous.

When she was out in California in the 1970's she met Jim Jones the leader of the People's Temple. She thought him very charismatic and nice and didn't think anything too odd about him anymore than she would any other preacher (shes an atheist so all preachers are weird to her).

And I beleive it was not too long before he was killed by his young accomplices that my mother met Houston mass murderer Dean Corll. She remembered him and one or two other young men driving up in a van attempting to purchase some drugs off of her.

That's funny, because my dentist owned the place Jim Jones use to practice at on Laguna St. here in SF before he got his own Church. He committed A LOT of abuses there.

I also had a lot of teachers who had students leave the schools they were teaching in to go with him to Guyana. Of course we all know what became of them.


As for my brushes with shady people, I was once approached by a woman who told me that my mother wanted her to pick me up. It was really creepy, but I was young back then, so it doesn't faze me as much now. And oh yeah, there was this weird man (he's was probably gay) who kept touching my face on the bus and saying all sorts of creepy **** to me. I think this was when I was 8 or something like that--it was scary and infuriating at the same time. Had I left with him like he wanted me to I would have surely ended up dead.

And oh yeah, there was this weird man (he's was probably gay) who kept touching my face on the bus and saying all sorts of creepy **** to me. I think this was when I was 8 or something like that--it was scary and infuriating at the same time. Had I left with him like he wanted me to I would have surely ended up dead.
That would make him a pedophile, not gay.

i hate when people compare pedo's to gay people. its wrong.

I had a brush with a person who probably wasn't a killer, but who behaved quite oddly.

I work as a sales associate and on one Saturday a younger woman around 25 or so came into the store walked around and then left. Shortly afterwards she returned to the store walked around again and then bought a card then left again. As she was leaving she asked what time the store closed I told her 9 o'clock and then she left. Finally a third time she returned to the store and asked if we were hiring. I told her I could give her an application to fill out but that we didn't have a lot of hours.

She filled out the application and then asked me where she was. Sometimes people new to the area don't always know the names of the shopping centers so I told her. She gave me a puzzled look so I gave her the name of the county. She then asked what state we were in I replied "Virginia". She then said "Virginia?! What part?!" And I told her northern Virginia. She then turned to me and said "I don't know how I'm going to get home". And then she left.

To this day that was the most bizarre thing I have ever witnessed. I'm sure she wasn't a killer, but there certainly was something "off" about her.

I used to know the young man who killed the couple from Montana that was featured in the Dannion Brinkley segment. I don't really feel comfortable talking about it on the boards, but PM me and I'll give you the details.

...also: I have a family member that lives in Lincoln, MT and used to talk about a guy named "Crazy Ted." He even gave "Crazy Ted" a ride home from the post office once. I'm sure you can figure out who "Crazy Ted" is... :)

One time, when I was really young, like maybe three years old, I was playing in the driveway while my mom was inside the house. I still remember this vividly: an older man approached me and asked if my parents were home. I told him that my mom was inside. The garage door was partially open, and he kept asking me who was in the garage. He was insistent, and kept asking if someone was in the garage, which scared me enough that I ran inside.

Not sure what his deal was, but it was a strange encounter. My mom didn't usually leave me outside alone, and after this event, she never did so again.

...happened to me when I was 12 years old. I was spending part of the summer at my grandparents' house in Des Moines, IA. I was out skateboarding in the street with my childhood best friend and a red corvette pulled up and parked along the curb not far from us. It sat there for 20-30 minutes before pulling away.

After the car pulled away, a neighbor approached us and told us that he had been watching and had seen the man in the car taking pictures of my friend and I. He wasn't sure if it something sinister was going on or not (the house we were skateboarding in front of was for sale), but he remained out in his front yard until the car left just to be sure anyway.

This experience has always stuck with me even though it may have been nothing.

It might have been something. A few years ago on an episode of one of the shows on Court TV, a teenaged girl was killed in her home in FL ( I think it was Body of Evidence)after she got home from school. The guy targeted her. He was also a suspect in other cases in different states and I think at one time drove a red Corvette. Someone else might remember the case I'm thinking of and the specifics.

Here is my close call.

Sometime in the mid-1990s when I was a teen, my Uncle and I were driving down the Oregon/California coast. We passed by Pelican Bay Supermax Security Prison. There were signs on the side of the highway warning drivers not to pick up hitchhikers because the prison houses some of the most dangerous inmates in the state-- all are former gang members who refuse to debrief after sentencing, prisoners with a history of violence against guards, prison weaponry or rioting. We didn't think anything of it and went on our way. Several miles down the highway, we pulled off to camp for the night. That night, we met a nearby camper who came over and politely asked if we had some ketchup, mustard and relish for some hotdogs he made. We obliged, and when we noticed he was camping alone, invited him to stay at our site for the evening. He did and we all stayed up late talking and BSing till late. The next morning (well afternoon when we were waking up) the guys car wouldn't start and he asked if we could give him a ride to Willits, which was about 200 miles away. We agreed, and gave him a ride. We dropped him off a few hours later without incident.

The next day, after we made it home, we saw the news about a recently released inmate from Pelican Bay. When he got out, he carjacked and killed somebody for their car (presumably the one that he had at the campsite that stopped working) outside of Crescent City. The following day, he killed two people in another town nearby and stole their car.

We were shocked when we saw his picture and realized he was the one we shared a meal with and a long drive with no incident whatsoever.

Oh, and my father went to the same high school as the unabomber.

...We were shocked when we saw his picture and realized he was the one we shared a meal with and a long drive with no incident whatsoever.

Gaaahh!! That really IS a close call. It's a good thing you were so friendly about sharing your condiments with him. He might have come after you otherwise.

Yeah, I totally agree. It was the last time I ever gave a stranger a ride though!

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Well, seems how the topic kinda diverted from killers to just creeps, I will share two other stories.

First one was when I was seven years old. My uncle (a different one lol) took me to the county fair. I was in the house of mirrors and he was waiting for me. When I came out, he was gone. I panicked. Started running around like a chicken with his head cut off lol. I circled the kiddy section of the rides two or three times then started jetting towards Mexican Village. On the way, some old guy stopped me, kinda grabbed my arm and asked if I needed help. It freaked me the hell out, and I kicked him and ran back to the rides section, and as I ran by the house of mirrors again, my uncle grabbed me and chided me for running off. Turns out he was next to the ride buying us caramel apples lol. The guy that grabbed me, in hindsight, was likely just trying to help but as an already scared seven year old, it scared the hell out of me.

Second creepy story is my good friend and I were about 13 and would walk down a frontage road, so some country pathways to go play ball and eat at our favorite restaurant every day over the summer. One time, coming back, we noticed a red pick up truck pass us, turn around pass us again then turn around again and pass us. That time, it turned into a driveway about 100 years ahead of us and just parked, the driver looking towards us. My friend and I looked at each other, turned around and crossed the frontage road into a small shopping center where the towns shooting range was. We figured the fool wouldnt be dumb enough to go where he knew loaded guns were. We sat there for an hour when someone asked why. We told him. he was an offduty cop who offered us a ride home, but we insisted on a uniformed cop with a car, so he called one over to us.

I used to know the young man who killed the couple from Montana that was featured in the Dannion Brinkley segment. I don't really feel comfortable talking about it on the boards, but PM me and I'll give you the details.

...also: I have a family member that lives in Lincoln, MT and used to talk about a guy named "Crazy Ted." He even gave "Crazy Ted" a ride home from the post office once. I'm sure you can figure out who "Crazy Ted" is... :)

The Zodiac Killer?

I'm guessing it's Ted Bundy.

If so, how fortunate this family member was male and able to tell the tale!

Ted Kaczynski. His shack was around Lincoln, Montana, and neither Bundy nor the Zodiac were in that state.

My mom did live across the street (in an apartment with no working locks) from Ted Bundy when she was in Tallahassee, FL. It was back when she was a grad student. She moved a week before the Chi Omega spree. She says she found out about Bundy by walking past her TV and wondering why her old apartment was on the screen. Then she freaked out and was never lax about getting a lock fixed again.

We sat there for an hour when someone asked why. We told him. he was an offduty cop who offered us a ride home, but we insisted on a uniformed cop with a car, so he called one over to us.

Sounds like you were very smart 13 year olds.

Ted Kaczynski. His shack was around Lincoln, Montana, and neither Bundy nor the Zodiac were in that state.

My mom did live across the street (in an apartment with no working locks) from Ted Bundy when she was in Tallahassee, FL. It was back when she was a grad student. She moved a week before the Chi Omega spree. She says she found out about Bundy by walking past her TV and wondering why her old apartment was on the screen. Then she freaked out and was never lax about getting a lock fixed again.

Obviously you've never seen Unsolved Mysteries - Unabomber WAS Zodiac ;)

Hee - you've got me there!

Heck yeah. I know about 4 people who are in prison right now for murder. All People from neighborhood growing up.
I did have a scary incident as a teen. Some weird guy kept calling my private phone line. I star sixty nined the number, and we did a reverse phone search to find his address.
Some friends and I staked out his apartment to get a look at the guy. His neighbors told us that he was a creeper, who often picked up prostitutes, and he even masturbated in the hallway of the building, in front of kids!Well we finally saw him and he was some burly looking, fair haired caucasian guy. During the phone calls, he kept saying he was african american.
After that, I saw him around EVERYWHERE. I thought he was following me! About a year later, he kidnapped a girl from a bus stop, and took her back to his apartment where he raped her. He took her back to the bus stop that he snatched her from and he left. She went home, cops were called, and he was found hiding in shed. He was sent to prison, where I think he died or was murdered. I can no longer find a record of him.
Also, when I was about 7, some guy tried to coax me in his car in front of my house. I ran like hell to get to my front door. He pulled off, but about a year later, a girl was kidnapped on her way to our elementary school. I walked to school that day too, and she was only a few blocks from me. She was never found. I was never allowed to walk to school again. I wonder if it was the same guy :/

Fortunately, constant viewing of Unsolved Mysteries & America's Most Wanted taught me at a very young age to be VERY cautious, especially when by myself, so I've done my best to avoid suspicious looking people or to leave myself open to attack.

Anyways, I did know one guy that caused a bit of controversy at my workplace. I worked at a Hospital Info Desk during my summers throughout high school & college. The hospital eventually hired a Valet Parking Service to provide for patients & visitors. Being close to the entrance, I tended to know the valets pretty well and we got along. One guy I knew was pretty cool and we became solid buddies while I worked there.

I go to school during the year and come back the next summer. What do I find out? Apparently, that guy I was buddies with became obsessed with one of the more attractive looking visitors. So when he took her keys for valet parking one day, he apparently went & had a duplicate key made for himself. One day he went to her apartment (how he found out where she lived, I have no idea) and waited for her in the bedroom. Fortunately, she went home that night with her husband who beat the crap out of him and he was taken into custody. It was a big scandal apparently and the valet service company's deal with the hospital was terminated because of it (they got a new one). It had cooled down by the time I got back, but I was still stunned to hear about it.

I can only imagine what he planned to do when she got there. Its scary to think about. I NEVER would have guessed this about him, but sometimes, you just never know.

Oh WOW That is nuts!

I'm guessing it's Ted Bundy.


I'm thinking Unabomber, Ted K. He lived in Montana.

Ted Kaczynski. His shack was around Lincoln, Montana, and neither Bundy nor the Zodiac were in that state.

During one of Zodiac's murders, he told one of the victims (who survived) that he had a place in Deer Lodge, MT. This is one of the clues that has led to a lot of speculation about Ted K. being Zodiac. (That and the fact that Ted K. was a professor at Berkeley during the time of some of the murders and drove the exact car that witnesses saw Zodiac drive off in).

This will probably shed some light on why I'm such a weird person... :crazy:

My older cousin, Michael B. was one of those people who frequently tortured and killed animals as a kid. I wasn't close to him, but family gossip always centered around predicting that this guy would finally go off the deep end and start killing people.

In 1994, my grandmother was dying of cancer and Michael B's mom, who was my grandma's sister in law, stayed by her side daily, caring for her for 6 weeks, until she passed. Then in 2002, I'm reading the news online, and there's my cousin, arrested for murdering his mother by stabbing her multiple times in the home they shared in the Nashville, TN area.

Another cousin, who I never met, was on some wanted fugitive TV program, I think it might have been AMW. He had beaten his boyfriend to death with a hammer and then went on the run. I think they finally found him and put his butt in a texas prison.

I've told this story here before: When I was 8 years old, I was sitting in my mom's car in the parking lot of a pharmacy while she went in to have a prescription filled. This was during the Oakland County (michigan) Child Murders of 1976/1977 and the pharmacy was only about a mile and a half from where one of those kids had been abducted.

While waiting for my mom, I noticed a guy driving around the small parking lot and never picking a place to park, all while looking at me. He parked one aisle over, not in a parking space, walked between the cars to get to mine, leaned in the window and tried to grab me. I was in the back seat and the car was a two door. I had to shimmy between the front seats and jump out the opposite side of the car to get away from him.

I never learned his name, even during the trial, but he was convicted of sexual assault on a 12 year old that was committed at about the same time he tried to abduct me. He only did 90 days for that crime and got no jail time at all in my case because I was able to escape and he never actually touched me.

As an adult, I tried finding info on the case. Looking at pictures online, I thought it could have been David Norberg, who had once been a suspect in the OCCK cases. He's the guy on the far left of this photograph with a cigarette in his mouth. I've never found any another photo of him online. Norberg ended up moving to Wyoming or someplace out west and died in a car accident about 1981, after befriending a lot of little kids and taking them out fishing all the time.

http://horror-fantasy.com/danger/occk_suspect_gallery.jpg

Then there are the other usual creeper things. When I was about 13 I was at the mall and was being hit on by an older teen boy. He wouldn't leave me alone and kept making sexual remarks. I finally went into the ladies restroom inside a department store to get away from him. He followed me right inside. There was a woman and her little girl in there, but no one else. She left, looking disgusted at me as if I was planning to have a tryst with my "boyfriend" in the toilet. I was hoping for some help, but ended up having to get myself out of that situation. It's amazing how some adults won't even intervene to help a kid. You'd think that she'd at least go say something to someone at the store and complain about a guy being in the ladies rest room.

When I was 11, we moved next door to a creeper. He was married and in his 30s. A few years later, I found out he'd been secretly photographing me in my yard and probably through my bedroom window, since my parents wouldn't get shades or blinds for me. When I was 12 or 13, he asked me over to smoke some pot. I told him something like, "I'm only 12 years old!" thinking he'd get the picture that I wasn't in the habit of smoking pot with creepy old dudes. After I wouldn't go along with him, he started providing pot to and sleeping with a 15 year old girl who lived down the street.

Just remembered another one...

When I was 14, I dated a 16 year old, Kevin, for two months. It wasn't serious, and he was kinda odd so it didn't work out. A couple years later, my best friend Kelly, (who had briefly dated my brother in law) asked if I would mind if she started dating Kevin. Of course, I didn't care, but I never understood what she saw in the guy.

They were very serious and after graduation, they moved in together. He turned out to be a drinking drugging wife beater type. While he was chasing her around the apartment yet again, she ran into the kitchen and grabbed a knife to protect herself. That didn't deter him so she stabbed him once in the chest and left.

A while later, she got worried that he may have been hurt pretty badly, so she went back to check on him. He was laying on the kitchen floor dying. She put a band aid on the stab wound and called the police. The knife had nicked his heart and the bleeding was mostly internal which is why externally, it didn't look fatal. After interviewing her, the police decided it was self defense and didn't charge Kelly in his death.

At the time of this incident I was married with a home and a baby. I hadn't had contact with Kevin or Kelly in years but my brother in law, who was also married by this time, called me right away to complain about having such a freak for a friend. He wanted to know why in the world would I let him date her. I didn't set them up. He was a grown man who happened to ask my friend out. Kinda made me wonder why he found a girl who was defending herself to be a dangerous freak, tho.

BTW, Kelly went on to become a normal school teacher.

I can't believe I didn't see this thread until now...the following story sounds unbelievable but it actually happened when I was a teen.

In high school, I had my own column in the local newspaper -- I interned at the paper and eventually they gave me my own column, "Teen Sense" (LOL). Anyway I did it for a few years, but after a while I started getting about 2-3 REALLY creepy letters in the mail. They were from this guy who said he wanted to meet with me and "discuss some of the issues" in my columns.

My mom worked at the newspaper, so she told the managing editor about the creepiness. He wrote to the guy and told him that he was welcome to write a letter to the editor if he had an issue about any of my columns. That stopped the letters for a while, so we assumed all was good.

Fast forward to my senior year of high school, a while after I had stopped working for the newspaper. One night I go to my aunt's house in another town, and as we're sitting around the table playing cards, my aunt's house phone rings. It's the creepy letter-writer, wanting to know if I'm there! I don't share the same last name as my aunt, so I have no clue how he found her phone # OR how he knew I would be there that night.

My aunt basically told him I wasn't there and to go away....we walked over to the police station (which was just a block or two from my aunt's house) and the door to the station was open, and the cell door was open and the key was laying on the desk...very weird. We called the police from *their* phone and finally got ahold of someone...the police kind of blew us off and told us to forget about it. I never heard back from the creepy guy, but it was certainly a very weird "brush" with a potential evildoer. *shiver*

Mine isn't much of a story but one time when I was about 8 I was shopping with my mom and saw a guy who gave me the creeps. He was super tall and had ambervision glasses (like that guy who "checked the milk" in that one episode! :eek:) He was wearing a tan coat and I ran away from him because something about him just seemed evil. I don't know if he was, but better safe than sorry!

I was friends with a guy who ended up nearly beating a guy to death with a baseball bat when the guy made a comment about the guy wearing a Boston Red Sox hat or shirt. It was crazy, I had passed out from drinking many nights in this guys basement and then I sort of lost touch with him for a month and then someone posted the story on Facebook I couldn't believe it. I still have a few CDs and video games I borrowed from him.

my husband used to work with Michael Hayes at a moped shop (not the same one the Hayes family owned,it was prior to that).he killed 4 ppl after going on a psychotic rampage.he was declared not guilty by reason of insanity,which evoked a lot of outrage here.
he's out now,after yrs of being in a mental institution.apparently some liberal judge let him go on conditional release.he works at a convenience store.(where alcohol is readily available).this case is such a shame.
my husb. said although he was quiet and introverted,he behaved quite normally during the period he worked with him.

http://extras.journalnow.com/2007/michael_hayes/071988A.html

I am still wondering if I had an encounter with a killer. I was not long out of high school when I moved from my small town to Milwaukee, WI. It would have been late '84 or sometime in '85. I moved there to attend modeling school(:lol: There, I laughed so you won't have to) at John Casablancas. Well, I thought it would be a way to get into acting.
Anyway, my first morning there, I went across the street to get some coffee at the Bob's Big Boy restaurant(you know, first time in a big town, trying to act like an adult). I went up to sit at the counter and ordered my coffee. Then I noticed a kind of tired looking blond guy looking at me at the end of the counter on the side. He had some peach-fuzz facial hair and scruffy hair on his head, but he wasn't dressed like a homeless person or anything. He smiled at me with a creepy smile and I gave him the quick head nod just to acknowledge him and not be rude, but then quickly turned my head away, ignoring him and trying to look "mean" for the rest of my coffee, which I drank quickly. I didn't want to give him any ideas that I wanted to be friendly and besides he was creeping me out a bit.

Well, nothing more happened after that, but I couldn't help but wonder later(many years later) if I hadn't run into Jeffrey Dahmer. Can't say it was, but I can't say it wasn't. But being that I was a young, good-looking, well-dressed guy, in Milwaukee, around the time he was up to his "activities", it didn't escape me that I would be the kind of guy that he would have been "preying" for.

This one would be under the solved category, but is definitely reminds me of something off of UM.



I was told of this story when I was around 15, I was living in a lower to middle class area in Pittsburgh (Bellevue and more specifically Forest Ave for people that know) in a duplex. I was maybe a year old and my mom had taken me to the mall for the day. When we returned to our residence, my mom put me upstairs to sleep and she got a knock at the door. My dad is an airline pilot so he was working. My mom answered the door, but didn't open it all the way, and the man was trying to get in the house. My mom said "My husband is upstairs sleeping and he is a pro wrestler." The man left but we found out who he was later on. It turns out he followed my mom all the way from Ross Park Mall to possibly murder her, he was a serial killer that targeted young blond women in the Pittsburgh area. He apparently had murdered up to 10 women already at that point. When police were moving in on him a few weeks later, he committed suicide.



I found this article online awhile ago about a law students interaction with this guy.


"I was three years out of law school in 1987 when I represented a man named Gary Robbins, who seemed a little excitable and nervous, but who needed to save his house from a Sheriff' Sale.

I met him one time, filed his bankruptcy case and stopped the Sheriff's sale. His case was ultimately dismissed.

Some months later I found out that he was a serial killer who duct-taped his victims, always females, and then raped and strangled them.

His MO was to pose as a door-to-door insurance salesman. He tried it on the wife of a state trooper, who got away and called the police, who chased him onto the PA Turnpike, where he "committed suicide"."

I was told of this story when I was around 15, I was living in a lower to middle class area in Pittsburgh (Bellevue and more specifically Forest Ave for people that know) in a duplex. I was maybe a year old and my mom had taken me to the mall for the day. When we returned to our residence, my mom put me upstairs to sleep and she got a knock at the door. My dad is an airline pilot so he was working. My mom answered the door, but didn't open it all the way, and the man was trying to get in the house. My mom said "My husband is upstairs sleeping and he is a pro wrestler." The man left but we found out who he was later on. It turns out he followed my mom all the way from Ross Park Mall to possibly murder her, he was a serial killer that targeted young blond women in the Pittsburgh area. He apparently had murdered up to 10 women already at that point. When police were moving in on him a few weeks later, he committed suicide.

:eek: that's so scary!!

I can't believe I didn't see this thread until now...the following story sounds unbelievable but it actually happened when I was a teen.

In high school, I had my own column in the local newspaper -- I interned at the paper and eventually they gave me my own column, "Teen Sense" (LOL). Anyway I did it for a few years, but after a while I started getting about 2-3 REALLY creepy letters in the mail. They were from this guy who said he wanted to meet with me and "discuss some of the issues" in my columns.

My mom worked at the newspaper, so she told the managing editor about the creepiness. He wrote to the guy and told him that he was welcome to write a letter to the editor if he had an issue about any of my columns. That stopped the letters for a while, so we assumed all was good.

Fast forward to my senior year of high school, a while after I had stopped working for the newspaper. One night I go to my aunt's house in another town, and as we're sitting around the table playing cards, my aunt's house phone rings. It's the creepy letter-writer, wanting to know if I'm there! I don't share the same last name as my aunt, so I have no clue how he found her phone # OR how he knew I would be there that night.

My aunt basically told him I wasn't there and to go away....we walked over to the police station (which was just a block or two from my aunt's house) and the door to the station was open, and the cell door was open and the key was laying on the desk...very weird. We called the police from *their* phone and finally got ahold of someone...the police kind of blew us off and told us to forget about it. I never heard back from the creepy guy, but it was certainly a very weird "brush" with a potential evildoer. *shiver*

Ok this might seem like a long shot, but is there ANY chance a member from within your own extended family was behind the calls/letters? A not too distant cousin being a wise guy or something? It would explain how they knew you were at your Aunts place that night. You and your Aunt were very brave to leave her place after the call and walk to the Police Station. I think I would've stayed well inside! :confused:

My husband went to high school here in Illinois with Troy Wolverton. (http://www.daytondailynews.com/news/crime/ex-boyfriend-showed-no-warning-signs-before-killing-lebanon-woman-596436.html) Wolverton moved to Ohio around my husband's sophomore year, and Mr. Keys didn't think much about him after that. Until 2005, when we were first married and living in an apartment in another city (not the one they grew up in). He started calling Mr. Keys out of the blue, just to talk and to try to get together with him (even though he still lived in Ohio and we were in Indiana). It was weird and kind of creepy. I have no clue how he got out phone number. It was listed under my name, and he didn't know me at all.

Fast forward to 2010. Wolverton stabbed his ex-girlfriend to death in front of her 8 year-old son, then killed himself during a chase with police. :eek: I'm so glad we didn't get together with him!

I am still wondering if I had an encounter with a killer. I was not long out of high school when I moved from my small town to Milwaukee, WI. It would have been late '84 or sometime in '85. I moved there to attend modeling school(:lol: There, I laughed so you won't have to) at John Casablancas. Well, I thought it would be a way to get into acting.
Anyway, my first morning there, I went across the street to get some coffee at the Bob's Big Boy restaurant(you know, first time in a big town, trying to act like an adult). I went up to sit at the counter and ordered my coffee. Then I noticed a kind of tired looking blond guy looking at me at the end of the counter on the side. He had some peach-fuzz facial hair and scruffy hair on his head, but he wasn't dressed like a homeless person or anything. He smiled at me with a creepy smile and I gave him the quick head nod just to acknowledge him and not be rude, but then quickly turned my head away, ignoring him and trying to look "mean" for the rest of my coffee, which I drank quickly. I didn't want to give him any ideas that I wanted to be friendly and besides he was creeping me out a bit.

Well, nothing more happened after that, but I couldn't help but wonder later(many years later) if I hadn't run into Jeffrey Dahmer. Can't say it was, but I can't say it wasn't. But being that I was a young, good-looking, well-dressed guy, in Milwaukee, around the time he was up to his "activities", it didn't escape me that I would be the kind of guy that he would have been "preying" for.

The stuff nightmares are made of....

This one would be under the solved category, but is definitely reminds me of something off of UM.



I was told of this story when I was around 15, I was living in a lower to middle class area in Pittsburgh (Bellevue and more specifically Forest Ave for people that know) in a duplex. I was maybe a year old and my mom had taken me to the mall for the day. When we returned to our residence, my mom put me upstairs to sleep and she got a knock at the door. My dad is an airline pilot so he was working. My mom answered the door, but didn't open it all the way, and the man was trying to get in the house. My mom said "My husband is upstairs sleeping and he is a pro wrestler." The man left but we found out who he was later on. It turns out he followed my mom all the way from Ross Park Mall to possibly murder her, he was a serial killer that targeted young blond women in the Pittsburgh area. He apparently had murdered up to 10 women already at that point. When police were moving in on him a few weeks later, he committed suicide.



I found this article online awhile ago about a law students interaction with this guy.


"I was three years out of law school in 1987 when I represented a man named Gary Robbins, who seemed a little excitable and nervous, but who needed to save his house from a Sheriff' Sale.

I met him one time, filed his bankruptcy case and stopped the Sheriff's sale. His case was ultimately dismissed.

Some months later I found out that he was a serial killer who duct-taped his victims, always females, and then raped and strangled them.

His MO was to pose as a door-to-door insurance salesman. He tried it on the wife of a state trooper, who got away and called the police, who chased him onto the PA Turnpike, where he "committed suicide"."
Hello fellow Pittsburgher. Bloomfield, here. I don't remember this guy at all but i bet i can if I look him up online.

It's obvious that there are still random murders and sudden kidnappings still to this day, but they are hardly at the unsolved length as the ones that were during this 70-1995 era. But, here's my biggest brush with danger:

Back in about 2001 or 2002, I went to the busiest Wal-Mart in our state with my mom, sister, aunt, and my sister's friend. I convinced my mom to let me go off by myself - when I got near the jewelry section, this man in a camo jacket and black jeans started looking at me, to which I just smiled and moved on - I walked towards the TVs and he was right behind me. Even when I was young, I knew this might not turn out well and started walking faster, but he was still behind me. To test him, I went down an unexpected aisle and did it quickly, he was now RUNNING trying to keep up with me, before he could grab me, I shoved the shopping cart into him and ran as fast as I could. My mother and I saw him later on in the store and I begged her to tell someone about what had happened, but she didn't believe me and for some reason still doesn't believe this guy could have gotten me so easily.

A friend and I also had an unexpected run-in with a guy in 2009, who kept offering us a ride - I got very angry with him being so persistent and he hurried up and left, to which he threw a ROPE in his backseat and sped off. I've never been so disturbed in my life.

A friend and I also had an unexpected run-in with a guy in 2009, who kept offering us a ride - I got very angry with him being so persistent and he hurried up and left, to which he threw a ROPE in his backseat and sped off. I've never been so disturbed in my life.

:eek: If that happened to me, I don't think I'd go outside again for weeks! And I'd be even more paranoid about that kind of thing than I am now!

:eek: If that happened to me, I don't think I'd go outside again for weeks! And I'd be even more paranoid about that kind of thing than I am now!

We were in total horror - we told nearby security and they treated it with ease, acting as if we were just looking for attention. :rolleyes:

Have you ever had a brush with fate--an encounter with or, or observed, a suspicious person--like many of those who turn out to be serial killers/abductors (For example, Oba Chandler, Angela Hammond's abductor)--and you feel in retrospect that wisdom saved you?

My father related to me a creepy event which happened to us around 1995-1996. We had taken a vacation and were midway between home and wherever we had went (upstate somewhere) and had rented a hotel room. A very shady, creepy looking man, was observed numerous times over a period of hours walking back and forth across the parking lot, looking to see if people noticed him, making sure he wasn't being watched (he didn't realiz that my father was watching him from the window) and this man walked back and forth to our car specifically, as if scoping it out.

My father decided to make his presence felt and looked down on the packing lot (we were in a room on the second floor which had a little balcony, so anyone looking from the balcony area or whatever could be seen from below). At seeing that my father had noticed him, the man fled.


That is so-ooo creepy. Thank goodness your father was was so alert. :thumbsup:



Well I've had a few brushes with creepiness- a serial rapist, a murderer, a missing person, and a burgler

Back in about 1987 a man dubbed the Voss Road Rapist was apprehended and eventually convicted for a series of attacks in the Houston area. Well a friend called me and told me that it was Rick Fraus who was a friend of my fiance's. We were shocked b/c we had hung out with him so many times and while he did seem a little weird, I still find it hard to believe what he did. I can't seem to find anything about it online, but I may check some more later. I never married that fiance btw. I got away from him when he turned out to be dangerous too. A police officer had given me some good advice which helped me to get away from the fiance, who was not easy to get rid of.

Twenty years ago my friend was murdered by an attempted carjacker. This case was profiled on AMW. We had gone out together to celebrate her 21st birthday and later we met up with some other friends and she left with them. Anyway when they were getting gas on the way home, a would-be car jacker shot her once in the chest. Sherry Dawn Dunson. Although there is an eye witness to the shooting, the murderer has not been found. :mad:

In 1992 Tara Breckenridge disappeared from Loop 610 where her car was discovered. The story was profiled on Unsolved Mysteries and AMW too. She and I had mutual friends in the Houston area. Wayne Heckler, her boyfriend was the #1 suspect but he remains free. They could never get quite enough evidence to arrest him, but he had a history of controlling and abusing Tara and she had told many she planned on leaving him. I find his body language telling and the way he speaks of Tara just screams murderer. With no exeptions that I'm aware of everone that knew both of them thinks he killed her and hid her body somewhere. She has never been found. :(

In 2001 I was living alone before I had dogs, and I heard a little noise in the middle of the night. I ignored it, then something just came over me that I had to check it out. I got up and went into the living room where I was surprised to see a prowler standing there. He had come in through the back door. With authority I told him to leave and guess what? He DID. whew!!! I saw the car he & another man left in but was unable to obtain the license plate unfortunately and the police didn't find him.

A few weeks ago in Houston there serial murderer arrested by the name of Steve Hobbs. When I saw the headline I had to catch my breath b/c I knew a Steve Hobbs about 10 years ago, but turns out he is a different Steve Hobbs.
Again, whew!! But yay he's behind bars!

Twenty years ago my friend was murdered by an attempted carjacker. This case was profiled on AMW. We had gone out together to celebrate her 21st birthday and later we met up with some other friends and she left with them. Anyway when they were getting gas on the way home, a would-be car jacker shot her once in the chest. Sherry Dawn Dunson. Although there is an eye witness to the shooting, the murderer has not been found. :mad:






I'm so sorry. I lost a good friend of mine last year as well, but not to a murderer. I can only imagine the pain and anger you must have gone through. I hope the killer is found or is already imprisoned.

In 2001 I was living alone before I had dogs, and I heard a little noise in the middle of the night. I ignored it, then something just came over me that I had to check it out. I got up and went into the living room where I was surprised to see a prowler standing there. He had come in through the back door. With authority I told him to leave and guess what? He DID. whew!!! I saw the car he & another man left in but was unable to obtain the license plate unfortunately and the police didn't find him.

That is amazing! Good job!!

Thanks. I'm so sorry for your loss, as well. xx Nothing is quite like losing a friend. It has been 20 years ago, last month and it still very saddening.

My friend's name was Sherry Dawn Dunson, btw-the post didn't make that quite clear.

That prowler guy thing was really weird. I don't like to think about what could have happened. He had a get away driver, so who knows what they were up to. That is probably the only time I had forgotten to lock my door the whole time I lived there. I wonder if he had checked it other nights before. *shivers*

I'm just shocked he actually listened to you. Maybe he just wanted to rob the place and didn't realize anyone was home? Whatever the reason, thank goodness you were ok!

I'm surprised that the intruder listened to Mystery Daisy, too, and got out of her house. Finding someone in your house at night! Good grief, just thinking about it makes my blood run cold.

Glad you have dogs now Mystery Daisy! I've got beagles and even though they're just snoopy dogs, they make good little protectors! :)

I don't know if this counts, but once I had a patient (I work in an emergency room) from jail, who, unbeknowst to me at the time, was a rapist and murderer. He seemed so nice, I was a bit shocked to hear it!

I don't know if this counts, but once I had a patient (I work in an emergency room) from jail, who, unbeknowst to me at the time, was a rapist and murderer. He seemed so nice, I was a bit shocked to hear it!

Of course that counts!! That must have been so scary for you, looking back. :eek:

We were in total horror - we told nearby security and they treated it with ease, acting as if we were just looking for attention. :rolleyes:

How helpful of them. :rolleyes: Glad you're ok though!

How helpful of them. :rolleyes: Glad you're ok though!

They told us that stories are 'stories' and reality is something else. They're some of the biggest idiots I've ever came into contact with.

I knew a guy at bowling who was alittle off. His mother was the school librarian of the middle school that I went to. So last year my mom found an article about a guy who killed his father that looked like one of my bowling buddies. I looked at the picture and it was indeed the guy that I knew! His mother was visiting relatives and he was home alone with his father. So then his father-a retired police man-was threatening my bowling buddy with his gun. As a way to defend himself, my buddy-we didn't know each other that well and were just bowling buddies-took another gun in the room and shot his father. You think you know somebody, eh?

One time, while watching UM, a guy drove up to my house, parked his car, and started looking in all the windows. When I heard the car, I was smart enough to hide behind a chair. He looked around for about 5 minutes before looking angry and driving off. I have no clue who this guy was and have not seen him since.

Some of the stories here are absolutely terrifying! Sageslowdrive, yours especially!

A few months ago, I was watching television down stairs because I coudln't sleep. I hear the screen door open, then the front door opened and a guy walked in. I started screaming saying get out, get out, and pushed him out the door and called the cops. My neighbors were sitting on their porch the whole time and did nothing. a few weeks later, the SAME guy tried to get in their house while they were on the front porch.
I think he was just drunk, but it was pretty scary all the same.

i was once given a speeding ticket by a cop..........

A few months ago, I was watching television down stairs because I coudln't sleep. I hear the screen door open, then the front door opened and a guy walked in. I started screaming saying get out, get out, and pushed him out the door and called the cops. My neighbors were sitting on their porch the whole time and did nothing. a few weeks later, the SAME guy tried to get in their house while they were on the front porch.
I think he was just drunk, but it was pretty scary all the same.

Woah, That does sound SCARY. Kudos to you for holding your ground and getting him TFO of your house!!

My parents live in Virginia. Well, once when I was visiting my mom was running late and wasn't home yet when I arrived so I got to talking with her next door neighbor who was out in the yard and invited me in to wait for my mom. Well, she was a kind, older woman who had an oxygen tank to help her breathe and couldn't hurt a fly. We talked for about an hour until my mom got home, next door.
Well, here it is a few years later and my mother and I were talking about her neighborhood and when her next door neighbors' house was mentioned, she said, "oh that's the murder house". I couldn't believe what she told me. Apparently the woman and her husband had been murdered by their son!!!

I had forgotten about this story but apparently in the late 40s in NYC my grandmother was all alone with only my aunt, who was a toddler at the time and sleeping. A man knocked at the door of the apartment (indoor hallway) and through the door my grandmother asked him who he was (she could see him throught a peephole and he was a stranger). So he said, ''Why don't you open the door and find out?'' Right out of a scary movie. I think she called his bluff and said her husband was home when he was really out working, but the guy wouldn't leave. He stood in the hallway and began whistling creepily. I heard this story from my mother and don't recall what he looked like, but I seriously imagine Mr. Hyde :eek:

I don't think this guy was a killer, but a few years ago some friends and I went downtown (L.A.) for Halloween to go see one of those Rocky Horror showings. We got there early and decided to eat at a Subway. As we're eating this obviously intoxicated man comes and is being all friendly to the guy at the counter, then suddenly turns angry and is all, ''Where's my f****** sandwich?'' and the guy behind the counter tried to appease him by reminding him that he hadn't ordered yet and the man got very belligerent and scary. My friend and I went into the little bathroom and while she was doing my makeup I told her I was scared the guy had a weapon. We came out about two minutes later and he was being hauled off by the police. It turns out that he had tried to grab the female employee for a ''hug'' and she had called the police. The funny thing was, as they hauled him off she looked calm as ever. I seem to remember the staff apologizing to us for the incident and giving us cookies for free or something.

I've had a few incidents were I could have very easily ended up raped or killed. It was sheer luck that got me out of one situation and another I talked my way out of and called the cops.

I do have a couple very loose connections to two executed murderers. The first is to PeeWee Gaskins. My mom had an aquaintance with his cousin. She didn't know who he was related to until later. She told me the cousin had his own strange tendencies.

The second is Ellis Wayne Felker. My highschool sweetheart grew up without his father and his mom never told him who he was- until a few days before Felker's execution. She told him Felker was 'probably' his dad, but she wasn't 100% sure. She slept with him and another guy around the time she got pregnant with my exBF. My ex does resemble Felker, but I could just be trying to see a resemblance.

And another guy me and my exBF used to hang out with ended up becoming a meth addict and broke into a trailer and stabbed a man to death a few years ago. I wasn't surprised when I heard about that. He was a thief and a drug user back when I knew him. His mom kept bailing him out when he got in trouble or needed something. Yes, I hung out with some real winners back in my day. I'm lucky to be here today.

Back in the 1980's in Western Australia, my dad ran a motor repair shop with a business partner. One of their regular customers was a guy called David Birnie.

Google him and you'll find Birnie, with his common law wife Catherine Birnie, was a serial killer who abducted and killed a number of young women in Perth decades ago. Obviously, he used to come into dad's shop before he got caught.

My dad said that Birnie was a regular appearing guy who talked about normal things (football, current events etc.). Dad said there was only one conversation he could ever recall that was somewhat strange.

My dad's business partner was talking with Birnie about how the news was full of reports of young women who had disappeared. " I hope the cops catch this guy quick" said the business partner.

"They'll never catch him", said Birnie.

"How do you know that?" said the business partner.

Birnie just shook his head and repeated "They'll never catch him".

Back in 1997, my parents and I were visiting our family in Rockford, IL, and we were driving around at night, when a group of people surround our car in a parking lot. Assuming it was a gang, we were afraid. They kept walking closer, then we just put on the gas, and if we hit them, we hit them. They quickly got out of the way, and we got out of there.

Back in the 1980's in Western Australia, my dad ran a motor repair shop with a business partner. One of their regular customers was a guy called David Birnie.

Google him and you'll find Birnie, with his common law wife Catherine Birnie, was a serial killer who abducted and killed a number of young women in Perth decades ago. Obviously, he used to come into dad's shop before he got caught.

My dad said that Birnie was a regular appearing guy who talked about normal things (football, current events etc.). Dad said there was only one conversation he could ever recall that was somewhat strange.

My dad's business partner was talking with Birnie about how the news was full of reports of young women who had disappeared. " I hope the cops catch this guy quick" said the business partner.

"They'll never catch him", said Birnie.

"How do you know that?" said the business partner.

Birnie just shook his head and repeated "They'll never catch him".

That piece of sh*t is dead now isn't he? Hanged himself in Prison or something. I think the cow of a wife's still locked up thank god! :mad:

That piece of sh*t is dead now isn't he? Hanged himself in Prison or something. I think the cow of a wife's still locked up thank god! :mad:


Correct on both counts.

This happened about 20 years ago. My sister and I were walking to the store.(It was dark out) Out of nowhere this heavyset man appeared and said. "Hey girls, wanna see something ?" He pulled down his pants and starting masturbating.

We looked at each other and ran away from him. We never did talk about it again or tell anyone.

I truly believe had I been alone or my sister, he would've tried something else.
Gives me the creeps just thinking about it.

Back in the 90's, some friends of my parents owned a motel. One night, a man came in to rob them, he demanded money but before they could even open the drawer, he fired his gun twice, but thankfully missed They never caught him, but the police said that they had a similar robbery attempt a couple counties away. Sadly someone was shot there, but survived. The suspect wore a mask in that attempt but the body builds were the same, as was the voice description. The police believed that they weren't interested in the actual robbery, but were just looking for someone to kill.

I had a brush with a person who probably wasn't a killer, but who behaved quite oddly.

I work as a sales associate and on one Saturday a younger woman around 25 or so came into the store walked around and then left. Shortly afterwards she returned to the store walked around again and then bought a card then left again. As she was leaving she asked what time the store closed I told her 9 o'clock and then she left. Finally a third time she returned to the store and asked if we were hiring. I told her I could give her an application to fill out but that we didn't have a lot of hours.

She filled out the application and then asked me where she was. Sometimes people new to the area don't always know the names of the shopping centers so I told her. She gave me a puzzled look so I gave her the name of the county. She then asked what state we were in I replied "Virginia". She then said "Virginia?! What part?!" And I told her northern Virginia. She then turned to me and said "I don't know how I'm going to get home". And then she left.

To this day that was the most bizarre thing I have ever witnessed. I'm sure she wasn't a killer, but there certainly was something "off" about her.

Applying for a job and she didn't even know what state she was in? Wow....that is very unsettling to say the least.

Excellent question and the question itself is very creepy! While this was not scary at all here is my story of our 1993 family vacation out west to Colorado area. My father, brothers, and I were sitting at a restaurant eating a hot meal at the national park. This creepy looking guy with dark hair and thick rimmed glasses asked us if he could join us for lunch. (he did look clean cut). That is odd because usually you don't join a family on vacation during their meal. I asked my dad this and he said maybe the man is just lonely. As he picked apart his cheeseburger he asked if any of us wanted his lettuce. But all of our meals did not require lettuce so I thought it was a weird question from a strange man.

Next: While living briefly in Superior, Wisconsin back in 2008 I decided to walk home from the bar at midnight. It was winter time. I rented a room out from a college classmate temporarily until I found a place. His house was in the lower district, not the rough poor part of Superior, but right next to it. Kind of like the lower mid class neighborhood. As I left the bar I had to walk 5 blocks within the very bad part of the city. Now keep in mind this city is 30,000 and is like any small/big city where you have bad parts, but is not as bad as a inner city area within Chicago or LA. Instead of paying $8.00 for a taxi I had a few extra beers and then I walked home. After about 2 blocks this man, probably in his early thirties, was standing underneath a street light at a corner. he had one of those thick winter jackets with a huge hood that makes his entire face a shadow - you know just like those movies "I know what you did last summer". Well as I walked past the stranger he slowly turned his head. Then shockingly he started following me. It was the first time a man followed me and it happened at night! Each block was a short block, but I would turn around after completing one block ahead. Then as I looked back he stopped. I walked again for 20 feet and he did too. Then he stopped. (His slow walking reminded me of Michael Myers or Jason from (13th) where they always walked slow but still caught up to the victim). Luckily my house was across a busy highway and near the police station. So I walked towards the police station and the man turned back. I SURVIVED!

I was so scared. I tried to save $8.00 for taxi so I could have 2 more beers. Usually I took a taxi home cause I had no car then. Just when I break a routine one time, then this happens. I told a friend about this and he said maybe my stalker was high on drugs and wanted money since he lived in the rugged part of town.

Have you ever had a brush with fate--an encounter with or, or observed, a suspicious person--like many of those who turn out to be serial killers/abductors (For example, Oba Chandler, Angela Hammond's abductor)--and you feel in retrospect that wisdom saved you?

My father related to me a creepy event which happened to us around 1995-1996. We had taken a vacation and were midway between home and wherever we had went (upstate somewhere) and had rented a hotel room. A very shady, creepy looking man, was observed numerous times over a period of hours walking back and forth across the parking lot, looking to see if people noticed him, making sure he wasn't being watched (he didn't realiz that my father was watching him from the window) and this man walked back and forth to our car specifically, as if scoping it out.

My father decided to make his presence felt and looked down on the packing lot (we were in a room on the second floor which had a little balcony, so anyone looking from the balcony area or whatever could be seen from below). At seeing that my father had noticed him, the man fled.

scary story about the store lady. even women can be scary to us men because women kill with knives or poison. here is my true story: my young relative was murdered a long time ago and her female killer attended her wake in Illinois. I was not at that wake because they had a wake in two places - because each family lived in their own area and thus it was best to have 2 wakes. I was at the second wake, which was immediately followed by the actual funeral. Her killer was at the first wake.

No one knew it was her except for a couple undercover cops who only had an idea it might be her, but not confirmed. At the time the family could not tell anyone, like friends, how the daughter died - 27 stab wounds to the neck and chest. The killer at my relative's wake pulled down the turtleneck sweater part, they had the turtleneck on to cover her stab wounds on the neck. The lady pulled it down and showed it to the person standing next to her. That lady then reported this to the police. Also the killer lady showed a fake police badge to some people at the wake and told them if they had any leads or questions to contact her (the killer).

Eventually she got caught but only served 5 years because of a stupid lawyer loophole. Police say that as the victim entered her house the killer was either hiding behind a chair in the corner of the living room or inside a closet and came out stabbing when the victim walked by. Detectives said the killer was jealous of this young lady who had dated her son.

Applying for a job and she didn't even know what state she was in? Wow....that is very unsettling to say the least.

In early 1987, a friend and I were at a shopping mall. We were 13 at the time. An older guy, probably late 50's or early 60's came up and patted my friend on the back. He had this strange smile on his face. We both asked him what the deal was, and he never answered. I then told the guy that he probably had my friend mixed up with somebody else. He then made a motion with his hands, like he was climbing up a ladder. He had walked way ahead of us by then, still smiling. He never said a word.

In 1991, I was visiting a friend who was away at college. Now, I have never set foot in a college classroom myself, so granted, I don't know a ton about the living situation at college, but I found this rather strange. My friend was a year ahead of me, so I was a senior in high school, and my friend was a college freshman. I thought that freshman had to live in dorms when they first arrived at college, yet this particular apartment complex was loaded with freshman. I even remember asking my friend how in the world so many freshman got to skip the whole dormitory thing. My friend just shrugged. Weird. Anyway, we were actually at someone else's apartment, (a friend of my friend's, another freshman somehow living by herself in a 3 bedroom apartment) when there was a knock on the door. The girl whose apartment it was said that she was not expecting anyone. She looked through the peephole and then asked "who is it?". The guy replied "yeah, my name is Willie Sarah, and if I could have just a few moments of your time, I would greatly appreciate it". He then went on to say that he was selling something (this part was inaudible) to raise money to go see his mother in a nursing home. The girl then walked over to us and said "did you hear that?" We replied, we did, and then we went to have a look through the peephole ourselves. There was nothing in his hand! We then came up with a story that we were in the middle of a drug and alcohol intervention with someone and that there were a lot of people there, and it just was not a good time.

He did not respond at first, and just kind of stood there starring straight ahead as if he was looking back through the peephole. I then said "sir, this intervention we are currently in the middle of is very important, and we REALLY need to get back to it". He then asked "well, you say that there are a lot of people there, could just one of them come out and hear what I have to say?". We replied again "no, like we already said, this is not a good time". He then, muttered something under his breath and walked off. We went to another room and watched him leave the apartment complex on foot. That was VERY unnerving. Here this guy was claiming to be "selling" something, yet he was carrying nothing, and was on foot the whole time. Not to mention, identifying himself as "Willie Sarah". What kind of name is that? :lol:

baloony,

A couple months ago, we had a guy come to our front door at 10pm, claiming to be selling something and didn't have anything in his hands either. What the heck is with these idiots? They're not even prepared with a believable cover story..... doofuses. lol

Anyway, hubby was asleep and I was in bed reading. Our son lives with us, he's 26. He'd just gotten home from goose hunting with a friend and they had cleaned the birds in the front yard. His friend left and my son came inside to wash the knife.

Then the doorbell rings. My dogs are crated at night, so they were barking but were no deterrent. My son isn't paranoid like me, so he just figured his friend had forgotten something and was coming back to get it. He answered the door without even checking who it was.

By the time he opened the door, I was behind him with my pistol, just in case the person tried to strong arm their way in, but my 6 foot tall, bearded, blood covered, knife holding son was scary enough. The guy started backing up, said he was selling something and then kept apologizing for bugging us and ran off.

With all the blood and weaponry, he probably thought we were conducting some serial killer type murderous activities in the house and he was gonna be our next victim! lol

He went to my next door neighbor's house, then met up with 3 other guys. They tried to break into a pickup truck parked in the street about 4 houses down, but couldn't get in. They separated, with the three guys going east into another neighborhood and this guy running full speed down the middle of the road, heading the opposite direction, and passing back in front of my house.

I think they were casing out houses. They only went to houses that were designed like mine, with a recessed front door that's well hidden from view. They didn't go to any houses where the front doors were easily seen or had their exterior lights on.

Now, I have never set foot in a college classroom myself, so granted, I don't know a ton about the living situation at college, but I found this rather strange. My friend was a year ahead of me, so I was a senior in high school, and my friend was a college freshman. I thought that freshman had to live in dorms when they first arrived at college, yet this particular apartment complex was loaded with freshman. I even remember asking my friend how in the world so many freshman got to skip the whole dormitory thing.
I think I can answer this question. :) It really depends on the university. Mine didn't require freshman to live on campus and in fact we had many commuter students. I chose to stay in the dorms, but many lived in off-campus apartments even in their first year. Some colleges also don't allow freshman to have cars (or at least if they live on campus they're not allowed to park there), but my college had no such rule. I guess it really depends on the particular college and their policies. Sounds like your friend didn't go to a really strict one.


Not really a brush with a killer, but one struck when I was away right in the area. I lived in West Hollywood for a couple of months after graduating from college two years ago. It was a pretty good area of WeHo, right on the border of Beverly Hills. I got a really bad cold and went to stay with my parents for a few days. While I was gone, someone was murdered 2-3 blocks away from my apartment, right on a corner that intersected with my street. It turned out to be a lover's dispute that involved one man running from the car and his partner chasing him down and stabbing him :( It was really sad and unsettling to walk by the corner when I returned.

I think I can answer this question. :) It really depends on the university. Mine didn't require freshman to live on campus and in fact we had many commuter students. I chose to stay in the dorms, but many lived in off-campus apartments even in their first year. Some colleges also don't allow freshman to have cars (or at least if they live on campus they're not allowed to park there), but my college had no such rule. I guess it really depends on the particular college and their policies. Sounds like your friend didn't go to a really strict one.


That makes sense. It seems like for the most part that colleges have eased up quite a bit on student living arrangements. My younger brother lived in a dorm the whole time he was in college. The girl who is now my sister-in-law practically lived there with him, which was about as big a violation as there was at that school. But, nothing ever got said to him. And it wasn't like they were trying to hide it either. My parents were pretty ticked off when they found out, but my brother was only about a month or so from graduating, so they just kind of let it slide for the moment. While she did end up graduating from there herself (years later after her and my brother got married), she was not a student at that school back when she was living with my brother in his dorm room. Him allowing someone to live with him was a violation in and of itself. That was made worse by the fact that she was not even a student there. Given how long it had been going on, plus the fact that they weren't even trying to be discrete about it, I figured that the school probably just didn't enforce that particular policy. I even told him that he was going to mess around and get kicked out for doing that and he said "nahh, they don't give a crap". A few years later, when my now sister-in-law enrolled in school there, she would tell people "yeah, this place is so lax, it ain't funny". "I lived with my then boyfriend, now husband right there in his dorm room when I wasn't even a student for over half of the time he was in school here and not a word was ever said about it".

*marks place for future reading*

I have three notable tales. The first is one that I've already shared in this forum, and I've copied and pasted the other two from a messageboard I left last month:


1.) http://www.sitcomsonline.com/boards/showpost.php?p=4869365&postcount=1


2.) On one particular day less than two weeks after my high school graduation, I felt restless and thought a brisk walk would get me outta my funk. Since my grandparents' house is less than two miles away, I decided to visit them. I'd made the same walk since 6th grade without any trouble. Sure, I'd come across a leering cyclist once in a while, but nobody made me feel threatened before. Of course, this time was different.

For the first half of the trek, there's a lot of traffic and commotion, while the second half is much more low-key. But in this case, it was eerily quiet throughout the second half and only one vehicle passed me. A black truck with tinted windows sped past and pulled over to the side like 50 feet ahead. I found it odd but didn't think much of it until I was close to the Stop Sign. See, when they had passed me, I had been walking on the right because the sidewalk was longer on that side. However, I never planned on continuing down the road.

Anyway, once it became clear I intended to turn left, I heard the engine start and the truck slowly backed up at least six feet before heading down the street. At that point, I was really confused, but my excellent vision told me it was out of focus...or so it seemed. As I proceeded to turn, I decided to take extra precautions by walking on the lawns. When I was halfway toward the end of the very short street, I heard the truck again, froze and turned to face this mysterious person/these mysterious people.

I tried to look into the windows but they were all too tinted and the truck was too far ahead of me to see through the windshield (assuming that wasn't tinted as well). After it parked at the next Stop Sign, I knew this couldn't be a coincidence. I also knew not to pass it but I didn't want to walk the other way either.

Thusly, I casually looked all around me as I took out my phone and pretended to call 9-1-1. I lifted it up so that he/she/they could see, pressed three buttons, waited a few seconds to make it seem believable and took one step forward as I loudly pretended to give the non-existent operator the license plate. I didn't even get to the third letter or digit before the truck hauled ass! I don't think I've ever been as proud of myself as I was in that moment :notworthy


3.) When I was 19, Mom surprised me when she picked me up from work with our new kitten in tow. I mean, I'd already known Luna for two weeks, but it was really sweet of Mom to go back and forth just so I'd have some company while she ran errands. One of the last places we went was Waldbaum's, and I remember thinking how odd it was that the parking lot was practically empty, especially for that time of night and season.

Less than a minute after she went inside, this white van -- the stereotypical shady man's vehicle -- pulled into the parking space exactly to our left despite more than 3/4 of the lot being available. I made it a point to focus on creating these winding texts which I intended to save to drafts and/or delete because I was already creeped out and didn't want to give him an opening.

Meanwhile, Luna wouldn't take her eyes off him for anything. For seven minutes, I heard him open his long back door the slightest bit, mumble to himself, close it, walk around to the driver's side, rummage through his car, and repeat the same process. I tried to convince myself that he had OCD or something but I got such bad vibes from him.

Finally, Luna left my lap for the first time since I'd entered the car and headed toward the driver's window. All the doors were locked but the window was open just enough for her to get through...under force. Before I even reached for her, I could feel his eyes fixated on me. When I looked up, Luna heightened herself as much as she could.

Once he opened his mouth to make conversation with me, she let out a hiss I'd never heard before and haven't heard to this day. I was shocked to know this vicious, wretched sound could come out of such a tiny and loving creature. He became solemn and did not utter one word before he sped outta there. To this day, I truly believe Luna saved my life.

Holy crap, Pagemaster, that's a hell of a lot of potential attempted abductions! :eek4:

I would call you a Weirdness Magnet, but that may be insensitive.

I made the mistake of reading your stories before bed last night. Needless to say, every little noise in the house made me jump a little.

I live in a small Canadian city where not a lot of violent crime happens. Before last year, we hadn't had a murder in over 10 years so whenever a murder or rape happens, it's a huge deal and everyone knows about it.

So, about the murder that happened last year.. it was an elementary school teacher who was in her late 20s. She was at a New Years Eve party downtown and ended up getting into a fight with her boyfriend and leaving the party alone. She started walking home when this woman she knew pulled up in a car with a man and offered her a ride. The teacher took the ride because she knew this woman and nothing sinister ever happens here.

She ended up getting raped, tortured, and murdered by these two. They dumped her body in a forest just about 20 minutes outside of town. They ended up getting caught at a hotel in another city just a couple of days later.

Anyway, when the names were released of these two people, I almost had a heart attack. The woman was good friends with my best friend. They had worked very closely together at the college. This woman had been to my friend's parties, she came along to our nights out the bar, they had a ton of pictures together on different social media sites. This man and woman had hung out with my friend and her boyfriend on several occasions. It's just crazy to think that something like that could have easily happened to my friend. And it's crazy to think that I shared laughs and drinks with this woman.

Jeez, ophelia, that is horrifying! You would think someone could get in the car with someone they trust...I think we've all heard stories about women luring other women, but you never expect it to be someone you know doing that. Was it ever uncovered if these two have committed other violent crimes?


That being said, I'm glad that you and your best friend ended up being unharmed.

Holy crap, Pagemaster, that's a hell of a lot of potential attempted abductions! :eek4:

I would call you a Weirdness Magnet, but that may be insensitive.


That's all right, Mr. Hatch :lol: For the most part, unfortunately, I truly do attract undesirable attention :bonk: Each time I encounter a situation in which I feel uncomfortable -- it doesn't have to be life-threatening -- I curse at myself (internally) for appearing "too nice" because as the old addage goes, people mistake kindness for weakness. While I'm sure mean ladies (and men alike) make their fair share of enemies, it's the easygoing people that seem to be targeted more often than not.

I made the mistake of reading your stories before bed last night. Needless to say, every little noise in the house made me jump a little.

I live in a small Canadian city where not a lot of violent crime happens. Before last year, we hadn't had a murder in over 10 years so whenever a murder or rape happens, it's a huge deal and everyone knows about it.

So, about the murder that happened last year.. it was an elementary school teacher who was in her late 20s. She was at a New Years Eve party downtown and ended up getting into a fight with her boyfriend and leaving the party alone. She started walking home when this woman she knew pulled up in a car with a man and offered her a ride. The teacher took the ride because she knew this woman and nothing sinister ever happens here.

She ended up getting raped, tortured, and murdered by these two. They dumped her body in a forest just about 20 minutes outside of town. They ended up getting caught at a hotel in another city just a couple of days later.

Anyway, when the names were released of these two people, I almost had a heart attack. The woman was good friends with my best friend. They had worked very closely together at the college. This woman had been to my friend's parties, she came along to our nights out the bar, they had a ton of pictures together on different social media sites. This man and woman had hung out with my friend and her boyfriend on several occasions. It's just crazy to think that something like that could have easily happened to my friend. And it's crazy to think that I shared laughs and drinks with this woman.

Thanks so much for sharing a story with us, Ophelia! I'm sorry you had to experience that, and I feel very badly for your best friend. Of course, it goes without saying (or rather writing in this instance) that my heart also goes out to the victim and her loved ones as well :( How horrible it is that you can hardly trust anyone in this world...

Jeez, ophelia, that is horrifying! You would think someone could get in the car with someone they trust...I think we've all heard stories about women luring other women, but you never expect it to be someone you know doing that. Was it ever uncovered if these two have committed other violent crimes?


That being said, I'm glad that you and your best friend ended up being unharmed.

Thank you! I'm glad as well.

These two don't go to trial until September and there's a hold on the release of information so I'm not sure if they've ever committed any other crimes. I've heard the woman ran an escort service in my hometown but that's about it. They were both a part of a BDSM website and that's how they met. She's in her mid 30s and he's only 20, not that age really matters. If you've heard of Paul Bernardo and Karla Homolka, there's speculation that the details of this case is similar to that.

I made the mistake of reading your stories before bed last night. Needless to say, every little noise in the house made me jump a little.

I live in a small Canadian city where not a lot of violent crime happens. Before last year, we hadn't had a murder in over 10 years so whenever a murder or rape happens, it's a huge deal and everyone knows about it.

So, about the murder that happened last year.. it was an elementary school teacher who was in her late 20s. She was at a New Years Eve party downtown and ended up getting into a fight with her boyfriend and leaving the party alone. She started walking home when this woman she knew pulled up in a car with a man and offered her a ride. The teacher took the ride because she knew this woman and nothing sinister ever happens here.

She ended up getting raped, tortured, and murdered by these two. They dumped her body in a forest just about 20 minutes outside of town. They ended up getting caught at a hotel in another city just a couple of days later.

Anyway, when the names were released of these two people, I almost had a heart attack. The woman was good friends with my best friend. They had worked very closely together at the college. This woman had been to my friend's parties, she came along to our nights out the bar, they had a ton of pictures together on different social media sites. This man and woman had hung out with my friend and her boyfriend on several occasions. It's just crazy to think that something like that could have easily happened to my friend. And it's crazy to think that I shared laughs and drinks with this woman.


Wow! That's some scary crap!!!!! I know what case you are talking about, too. Apparently we don't live far from each other :) I'd never heard of the people arrested until the crime, but upon doing some research they are super scary and I'm glad you were never in the wrong place at the wrong time (aka alone and ran into them somewhere). From the details, it sounds like she was the driving force behind it all, but who knows. That poor teacher and her family, I feel terrible for them.

Wow! That's some scary crap!!!!! I know what case you are talking about, too. Apparently we don't live far from each other :) I'd never heard of the people arrested until the crime, but upon doing some research they are super scary and I'm glad you were never in the wrong place at the wrong time (aka alone and ran into them somewhere). From the details, it sounds like she was the driving force behind it all, but who knows. That poor teacher and her family, I feel terrible for them.

Oh you know the case? That's so weird! I don't expect many people outside the city to hear about what goes on here haha. But yeah, it was pretty bad. I was pretty shocked when I found out who did it so I can't even imagine what my best friend went through with it because she was much closer to the woman than I was.

It's just surreal. I never thought I'd personally know a murderer.

Probably not a killer, but more than likely just some stupid prank but you never know.

I think a month after my high school graduation (in 2012), I was looking out my bedroom window close to midnight. I see this car drive through my neighbor. Now, my house is in the center of it. It stopped right near my house and a guy came out of it and it looked like he was walking to my front door. He put his hoodie over his face and rang the door bell. Then I could see in the drivers side that it was one of my friends and before I could head downstairs they were gone. I really have no idea what to think of that but the one guy I recognized had a friend that lived down the street from me that I used to have a crush on...and I acted like a stupid idiot when he first moved in so now he thinks I'm a freak.

I had completely forgotten about this story until today. About three years ago, I went to go see a friend perform in Hollywood at a nightclub. I was standing outside with her brother waiting for the show to start for whatever reason and this man (possibly drunk, who knows) is walking by and makes a pass at me. I forget the gist of what he said, but I do remember him adding, ''I'm going to find some rope so I can tie you up and take you home.'' He's not alone, with a bunch of other guys, and I didn't take him seriously. Just got away from him by going back inside. There were also plenty of people on the sidewalk at the time, so I wasn't too concerned. After the show wrapped up, I helped the friend's brother carry stuff out to my friend's car down the street. As we're heading back to the club to get the rest of the stuff, here comes the same guy-- and he's actually holding a long rope in his hand. I still remember the way he looked at me and called out, ''I got that rope now, darlin'!'' At his point I was still only with friend's brother, who was only a scrawny teenager at the time, and there are very few people now out on the street. We both booked it back inside and didn't go back out until our entire party was with us. Was the guy actually a killer? Probably not. Creepy as hell? Yes.

This guy I knew in high school and worked with at my first job (this was like 1996-1999) killed his mom a few years ago. He was a nice kid, very quiet and was really into cars. Seemed normal. Apparently he had alot of mental issues. When the cops were called to the house, they found him covered in his blood and he wrote weird religious type writings all over the walls in the house. He stabbed her like 20 times. Pretty gross. I remember hearing he was found unable to stand trial and was sent to a mental hospital.

This is a very interesting thread!

I haven't encountered anyone dangerous as far as I know. (I mean, I guess we all have at some point, in passing. Fortunately they didn't bother me!) I lead a very boring, sheltered life...and that's fine with me! :lol:

I've told this story here before: When I was 8 years old, I was sitting in my mom's car in the parking lot of a pharmacy while she went in to have a prescription filled. This was during the Oakland County (michigan) Child Murders of 1976/1977 and the pharmacy was only about a mile and a half from where one of those kids had been abducted.

While waiting for my mom, I noticed a guy driving around the small parking lot and never picking a place to park, all while looking at me. He parked one aisle over, not in a parking space, walked between the cars to get to mine, leaned in the window and tried to grab me. I was in the back seat and the car was a two door. I had to shimmy between the front seats and jump out the opposite side of the car to get away from him.

I never learned his name, even during the trial, but he was convicted of sexual assault on a 12 year old that was committed at about the same time he tried to abduct me. He only did 90 days for that crime and got no jail time at all in my case because I was able to escape and he never actually touched me.

As an adult, I tried finding info on the case. Looking at pictures online, I thought it could have been David Norberg, who had once been a suspect in the OCCK cases. He's the guy on the far left of this photograph with a cigarette in his mouth. I've never found any another photo of him online. Norberg ended up moving to Wyoming or someplace out west and died in a car accident about 1981, after befriending a lot of little kids and taking them out fishing all the time.

http://horror-fantasy.com/danger/occk_suspect_gallery.jpg

Tracy, I know your post is from 2011, so I hope you see this. I decided to Google David Norberg since you said you'd never seen another picture of him. This looks like the same man to me:

http://cmsimg.freep.com/apps/pbcsi.dll/bilde?Site=C4&Date=20120617&Category=NEWS03&ArtNo=206170457&Ref=AR&MaxW=300&Border=0&Despite-some-solid-clues-David-Norberg-eliminated-before-his-death
Despite some solid clues, David Norberg eliminated before his death (http://www.freep.com/article/20120617/NEWS03/206170457/Despite-some-solid-clues-David-Norberg-eliminated-before-his-death)

Wow Tap Dancer! Thanks for finding that article! It has a lot of details I wasn't aware of.

And that pic really does look like him.

The article calls him a "Warren auto worker". I wonder if they mean he lived in Warren or if he worked at the factory in Warren. Warren is right next to Madison Heights, which is where I lived at the time. Google maps puts my house, which was around the corner from the attempted abduction site, at 4 miles from the center of Warren. We were told that the perp lived right there in our area.

IIRC, the police told my mom that the creeper in my case had two daughters. I've never found out if Norberg had kids or not. But that article does say that he molested "family members", doesn't say how they were related to him, tho. The perp in my case was married and so was Norberg.

We were also told that the man who tried to abduct me would progress from attacking kids to eventually murdering them, and Norberg was suspected of murdering two girls in the late 1970s.

The article also says this, which I disagree with: Some investigators doubted all along that Norberg was the killer: He drank heavily, used drugs and acted in a way that would have discouraged children from getting into his car. If this was their attitude, no wonder they never caught the OCCK. The perp doesn't have to be appealing to lure kids into the car, he can just snatch them and they're too little to fight back. That's what the perp tried to do to me. At only 8 years old, I was aware enough to be suspicious of him because of the way he was casing the tiny parking lot without parking in a space and he was still able to get close enough to the open windows of my car that he could have pulled me out if I hadn't jumped out the other side fast enough.

He succeeded in getting another girl into his car, not by appearing to be a harmless adult, but by telling her that she had a bug on her arm and he'd get it off for her. That put her off her guard because she was freaked out by the bug and trusted an adult man to get it away from her. He grabbed her and threw her in his car where she was sexually assaulted. Child abductors don't have to be pleasant or charming because they're manipulative and can get close enough to a kid to do exactly what this guy did.

And how can they say he's not the OCCK when he was in possession of Kristine Mihelich's necklace? It was ID'd by her aunt and it had her first name "Kristine" engraved on it. IMO, that's an unusual spelling for that name back then. What are the chances he's got a necklace that's identical to that of a murdered girl and even has her name engraved on it, but it's not hers? Doesn't make sense.

Wow Tap Dancer! Thanks for finding that article! It has a lot of details I wasn't aware of.

And that pic really does look like him.

You're welcome. :)

I feel compelled to add to this thread after what I experienced the other week!

I just moved to a new city and so I booked a hotel room for an entire month, while I get settled-in, find an apartment, etc. Anyway unfortunately the hotel is one that doesn't have "indoor" hallways but rather the motel-style outdoor entrances. (It's in a good part of town so I figured it would be ok, it's a reputable non-ghetto chain, etc.)

ANYWAY. One Sunday at 6:45 am I hear light tapping on my hotel door. Totally disoriented, I instinctively assume it's housekeeping so I rush towards the door...then I remember: housekeeping always knocks AND says "housekeeping." I heard nothing but knocking.

I call the front desk and they're like, no, we did not send anyone up there. So I hide in the bathroom! The knocking continued off and on for like 5 minutes, then went away for about an hour, then came BACK for another few minutes. I grabbed a bottle of bug spray and had 911 ready to go if need be.

The knocking finally went away. Later that day, when I finally ventured out, I found a very amateurish business card in my door from some "Kwame" who had "professional services." Umm, whatever your services are I DON'T want them!

Last summer when I was living in Reno I had a seriously creepy run in. I was driving home around 1am after having fun with my friends. On this night my roommate didn't come out with me. I took 4th street and headed west back to my apartment. There's a strip where 4th runs parallel to the railroad tracks and that's it. It's dark, I see the silhouette of a tree and for some reason I flash on the Tall Man from Phantasm and freak out. As I turn toward my apartment I see a guy standing on the curb, as I slow to make the turn HE LUNGED FOR THE PASSENGER DOOR HANDLE!
I stomped on the gas and took off. My apartment was only half a block up, but I drove around for an hour. When I finally went back home all I could think was "If I see him walking toward my apartment, I'm moving."

Scared the **** out of me.

I went to high school with a guy that killed his pregnant girlfriend in 2003. He dismembered her body, wrapped each piece in a seperate trash bag and stuffed them in a trash can with the lid duct taped. He dumped the trash can in a nearby river. He may have gotten away with it if not for two things:

1. Flash flooding in the area caused the trash can to drift into a nearby creek and settle on the back of a farm where it was discovered by the farmer.

2. She had been missing for several weeks and her body had had badly decomposed. When he put her in the trash can he failed to remove her class ring from her hand. Not saying she wouldn't have been identified eventually anyway, but that certainly saved authorties some time in the investigation.

1991, I was in 7th grade, in a very very small NH town. One school held grades 7-12. There were a total of approximately 350-400 kids in the entire school.
I was reserved, stuck to my own friends, quiet. Never made much noise about anything. Our middle school/high school was all one big building, and the middle school kids were regularly tossed in amongst the high school kids.
I developed rather early, at that age, 12/13... I was often mistaken for a 18/19 year old girl. Back then, I was taller than most, blonde, bigger girl, pretty face.
Many of the older boys starred at me, tried to talk to me, etc. But I was far too shy, and intimidated to ever return the attention.
I would walk home from, the same 1 mi walk was routine for me, so I never paid a lot of attention, I just walked. In the early fall, my mother, began noticing an older boy following me home from school. Strange, because he lived at the opposite end of town, and usually got a ride home, or drove himself. My mother pointed him out to me one afternoon, and asked me if he ever spoke to me. I told her he hadn't, even at school. I did tell her that he stared at me, often. Often enough to make me uncomfortable. But in 7th grade, when an older boy stares at you, your first reaction, is "he's staring, because he thinks Im ugly!, or fat"!
My mother decided she didn't like the idea of him following me home with no reason to be in this part of town. So for the next week or so, she picked me up from school.
Since we never saw him walking during the period of time she was picking me up, she let me start walking home again. He started following me again, but was much smarter about it, and wouldn't continue past my house, when my house came into view, he would duck into the woods, or cross a neighbors lawn onto a parallel street.
I thought my mom was making a big deal of nothing, so I didnt tell her right away. I kept imagining her yelling at him to leave me alone, or saying "She's only 13 years old!" like she had done many times before to older boys. I didn't want to be embarrassed. So I ignored him, and walked right home, everyday for weeks. Eventually it bothered me enough to ask my mom to start picking me up. She voiced her concern to my principal, but nothing ever happened, since it was "OFF SCHOOL PROPERTY"
A couple months passed, and it was too cold for me to walk home. So I didn't see much of him, except at school. At the end of December, his girlfriend went missing. In January, the police came to school, and arrested him for the murder of his pregnant girlfriend, he buried her body in the basement of his parents house. He's still in prison today.
My mother nearly fell to her knees when she saw the description of his girlfriend. She was described in local newspapers, and on the news as Tall for her age, big boned, blonde, with a pretty face.
Oddly enough, today, I work no more than 100 yards from his parents old house. :eek:

My girlfriend went down to Florida in 1988 with her girlfriend and mom. I could not get off from work so I stayed home. I called her hotel every day to find out how she was doing and yes, I will admit that I was a bit controlling and jealous.
She was a very attractive girl who looked stunning in a bathing suit. While she was at one of the stands near the beach, she struck up a conversation with an older gentleman who was very nice and very polite and tried to guess where she was from.....the conversation ensued and he invited her and her girlfriend that evening to see the sunset over the Marina. He told them to show up by the dock at around 7:30 to go on a boating trip around the marina to see the area better. She called me around 6:30 from the hotel and told me about the trip. I told her that she better not go on the trip with him, and that he wasnt interested in being nice. She said he was a kind and gentle man and there were three of them going, she would not be alone with him. I asked her one question " Did he ask you if you were married or single?" She said yes. I told her she was not going on that trip. She said she was. We wound up arguing on the phone for the next hour or so, and as a result her mom decided she would not go on the boat trip after all and they went to a movie instead. The next day we argued more and she broke up with me saying I was a control freak. We did not get back together because we were both stubborn and I met someone else a few weeks later.

Four years later Oba Chandler was arrested for killing three women on vacation. She happened to see the report on television and was shocked to see the same man who had offered her a ride on the boat to see the sunset. She called me at my job ( I had since married ) and thanked me for being a stubborn controlling boyfriend and telling her not to go. We were both shocked, but sometimes you have to trust your gut and other men are very rarely that altruistic.

She called me at my job ( I had since married ) and thanked me for being a stubborn controlling boyfriend and telling her not to go. We were both shocked, but sometimes you have to trust your gut and other men are very rarely that altruistic.

I am always highly suspicious of men who take some measure in pride of being "controlling" while claiming most other men aren't to be trusted.

My girlfriend went down to Florida in 1988 with her girlfriend and mom. I could not get off from work so I stayed home. I called her hotel every day to find out how she was doing and yes, I will admit that I was a bit controlling and jealous.
She was a very attractive girl who looked stunning in a bathing suit. While she was at one of the stands near the beach, she struck up a conversation with an older gentleman who was very nice and very polite and tried to guess where she was from.....the conversation ensued and he invited her and her girlfriend that evening to see the sunset over the Marina. He told them to show up by the dock at around 7:30 to go on a boating trip around the marina to see the area better. She called me around 6:30 from the hotel and told me about the trip. I told her that she better not go on the trip with him, and that he wasnt interested in being nice. She said he was a kind and gentle man and there were three of them going, she would not be alone with him. I asked her one question " Did he ask you if you were married or single?" She said yes. I told her she was not going on that trip. She said she was. We wound up arguing on the phone for the next hour or so, and as a result her mom decided she would not go on the boat trip after all and they went to a movie instead. The next day we argued more and she broke up with me saying I was a control freak. We did not get back together because we were both stubborn and I met someone else a few weeks later.

Four years later Oba Chandler was arrested for killing three women on vacation. She happened to see the report on television and was shocked to see the same man who had offered her a ride on the boat to see the sunset. She called me at my job ( I had since married ) and thanked me for being a stubborn controlling boyfriend and telling her not to go. We were both shocked, but sometimes you have to trust your gut and other men are very rarely that altruistic.

Wow, amazing story!

There are two well-known murder cases that grab my attention: Gary Tison's escape and the Phoenix serial shooters. Both these cases happened in Arizona, which happens to be my birth state as well as the home of many close relatives of mine.

In 1978, the three Tison brothers broke their father Gary and inmate Randy Greenawalt (both convicted murderers) out of Arizona State Prison. They went on a 12-day trail through the Arizona desert, New Mexico and Colorado as they tried to find a good route to the Mexican border. Their main aspiration was getting a light airplane plus a pilot to fly them across the border but they were unsuccessful so they had to settle for crossing the border in a 4x4 truck or van. Their bloody rampage took the lives of six people whom they killed for their vehicles; it was cowardly as they had no legitimate need to slaughter them when they could have easily taken their cars and left. There's actually a book about the whole story titled Last Rampage by James W. Clarke, a professor at University of Arizona. The author's main inspiration for writing the book came from the fact he was so close to the perps' trail and could very well have ended up a victim. Obviously this was years before I was even born but I understood that any one of my relatives including my mother, aunts, uncles and grandparents could easily have crossed paths with those perpetrators with deadly consequences.

The case of the Phoenix serial shooters Dale Hausner and Sam Dieteman occurred from May 2005 to July 2006. I learned of this case by reading the true crime book Sudden Shot by Camille Kimball. My main reason for picking it up was the fact it took place in Arizona. I had made several trips to Phoenix within the time frame of their murderous spree and again, either me or any of my many relatives could have ended up a target of these sick individuals.

Well not a killer but I (or rather my dog) found human remains.

I was living in Korea, Seoul, at the time, just dropped out of college and I was teaching English. I had gone to my mother's house for dinner and got kind of lazy. I hung around and watched TV and then I got a phone call about a party that was across town at a house that I paid a portion of the rent for.

I didn't have a car but I did have a motorcycle. I didn't want to leave my dog (Sukie) so I decided that I'd just walk there and save myself the money on the taxi. It was clear across the city but I had walked that way many times before by walking along the Han River which bisects the city.

It was a rather cold night, it was just after Christmas and the ground had patchy ice. We had were walking along the river and if you have a dog you're supposed to have it leashed but I let Sukie off. She loved to run ahead and smell things, run back to me, run someplace else to smell something else, you know how dogs are. It was rather late, near midnight, so there weren't many people on the river path but this is Seoul so you are seldom alone. There was a few powerwalkers and joggers in their ones and twos.

Well she ran up around a bend in the path and didn't quite come back like she usually does. I saw her near the water sniffing something. Something had really got her interest.

I walked up to her from behind saying "Whatcha got girl? Whatcha got?". She was sniffing an object on the bank, partially frozen to the concrete clocks which lined the banks of the river. As I got closer I saw that it was shoe. I went to put her leash back on her collar and took a closer look.

Inside the shoe I saw a sock. That was peculiar so I took a closer look. That area had no street lights and I was just using ambient city lights so it was very dark. I took out my lighter and int he flickering winter wind I saw skin, hair and the shiny end of a bone inside the sock.

I pulled Sukie back and got back away from the bank. I wasn't scared or startled but it's not every day you see a severed foot on the riverbank.

I took out my phone to call the police but then realized that the battery was nearly dead and it wouldn't allow me to make a call. I got back on the main path and an older woman was powerwalking in my direction.

At the time my Korean was rather limited. I think I was wearing a black leather jacket and I had a big (for Korea) black lab/pitt mix with me. I walked to the lady saying "Foot! Dead!" in Korean. She was horrified and turned and ran away. Like, panicked. I really scared her.

I walked up to the street near the river and used a payphone to call the police. They connected me with an English speaking operator. She was very good.
"Which side of the river did you find the foot?"
"Northside. Between Mapo and Seogang bridge. It's right on the bank."
"Can you wait near the object while I disptach a deputy?"
"Sure, that's no problem."

I walked back down to the river and waited near the foot. About 10 minutes later a little old man on a motorcycle showed up driving very slowly. He was wearing a blue jacket so I thought this must be what passes for a cop here and seemed a little pissed off that he was sent out in the cold to check this out.

He got off his bike and I lead him down to the river. I could smell soju (Korean liquor, hugely popular there) on his breath. I pointed out the shoe and he took his flashlight out and shined the light on it.

At first it seemed like he didn't believe that it was a foot. "Shoe!" he said. Then he looked inside and jumped back up on the pathway just like I had done.

He took out a phone and began calling someone explaining where he was. When he hung up he asked me tons of questions. Where I was from, what was I doing there, my name, age, the usual. He told me we were through and I went on to the party with a hell of a story. I gave Sukie some water because I am pretty sure she was licking at the foot a little and she was sure to give me a little puppy kiss at some point.

The next morning, rather early I was walking down the same path and I saw police divers and police with poles poking around in the icy water in the area. I asked a Korean friend of mine if there was any news reports or any information released and she said there was none at all.

I was told that it was a likely a suicide. Mapo bridge in Seoul is notorious for suicide and now every bridge has emergency help line phones on the bridge and lighted messages advising against jumping. A few years later a friend of mine actually did jump from that very bridge.

I was also told that feet have a habit of disarticulating early and the shoes are buoyant and often wash up. The bone didn't look sawed or hacked at all, the joint was very shiny and clean. There was definitely skin, even leg hair, and muscles. It was a left foot and it was a black "Head" brand tennis shoe. It was as I said rather cold and the foot could have been there for a while.

So yeah... No killers but my dog once found and probably licked human remains on a river bank once.

As a young teen (13-14 yo), I walked into town to meet up with a friend for lunch. As I walked, I noticed a car clearly following me where ever I went. Eventually, the car pulled over and a greasy looking guy called me over to him. I told him no, and he said he just wanted to talk. He followed me a little bit more, then finally drove off. When I got home, I mentioned it to my brother who said that I should tell my parents, who would likely call police. I told my mom, and she didn't seem overly concerned. When I mentioned calling the police, she said it was unnecessary because nothing happened. It scared me though, and I still remember what they guy looked like.

Several years later, I graduated from HS and moved to another town while attending cosmetology school. I had a difficult time adjusting, until I met the neighbor across the street. He was a single dad to a teenager son. I got to know the dad and son very well, or so I thought! A lot of stuff happened, too long to detail here. I always thought the son was pretty cool, and hung out with him alone frequently. He never made me feel weird or uncomfortable or anything. Eventually I graduated from cosmetology school and moved back home. The son moved to another state, then back again. I kept in touch with the dad, but not the son. A short while later, there was a rape and murder reported of a woman in their town. I remembered hearing about it, but didn't follow the story closely. Fast forward several years, and the son is in jail for lewd contact with a child under age 16. His DNA was taken during his imprisonment, tying him to the rape and murder of the woman I mentioned above. I was absolutely SHOCKED!!!

At one point during his initial prison stay, he attempted to appeal his sentence. He told the judge that his sentence shouldn't be so harsh, because it's not like he killed anyone. He had, he just hadn't gotten caught yet!

PKB, I'm sorry you had to go through that. Your story reminds me of something that happened in Los Angeles a couple of years ago (not to me). I had been planning to go to the famous Hollywood sign just to climb up there and enjoy the hike. Around the time I planned to go two women walking their dogs made an atrocious discovery- a human head in a sack. Here's an article. Thankfully, the suspected killer has recently been tracked down.
http://www.nbcnews.com/news/us-news/suspect-arrested-body-parts-found-near-hollywood-sign-n49206

Also, on an unrelated note, shout out to teaching English abroad. I'm currently doing the same thing in Japan :)

That is a terrifying story about your girlfriend being approached by Oba Chandler for a boat ride!

If you want to share any of your info about it, there is an "oba chandler other possible victims" thread here with a timeline of his known crimes and activities:

http://www.sitcomsonline.com/boards/showthread.php?t=322489&highlight=oba+chandler

My girlfriend went down to Florida in 1988 with her girlfriend and mom. I could not get off from work so I stayed home. I called her hotel every day to find out how she was doing and yes, I will admit that I was a bit controlling and jealous.
She was a very attractive girl who looked stunning in a bathing suit. While she was at one of the stands near the beach, she struck up a conversation with an older gentleman who was very nice and very polite and tried to guess where she was from.....the conversation ensued and he invited her and her girlfriend that evening to see the sunset over the Marina. He told them to show up by the dock at around 7:30 to go on a boating trip around the marina to see the area better. She called me around 6:30 from the hotel and told me about the trip. I told her that she better not go on the trip with him, and that he wasnt interested in being nice. She said he was a kind and gentle man and there were three of them going, she would not be alone with him. I asked her one question " Did he ask you if you were married or single?" She said yes. I told her she was not going on that trip. She said she was. We wound up arguing on the phone for the next hour or so, and as a result her mom decided she would not go on the boat trip after all and they went to a movie instead. The next day we argued more and she broke up with me saying I was a control freak. We did not get back together because we were both stubborn and I met someone else a few weeks later.

Four years later Oba Chandler was arrested for killing three women on vacation. She happened to see the report on television and was shocked to see the same man who had offered her a ride on the boat to see the sunset. She called me at my job ( I had since married ) and thanked me for being a stubborn controlling boyfriend and telling her not to go. We were both shocked, but sometimes you have to trust your gut and other men are very rarely that altruistic.

As I was reading this thread, I came to a terrifying realization. I've encountered a few murderers/attempted murderers.

A grammar school classmate's dad nearly killed his mother and then did kill himself.

An acquaintance in college (a very good friend's roommate) killed a man and then later killed himself.

Between high school and college, I hung out at a college a friend was attending. I met her friends. One day we went out for ice cream with this guy from her college who seemed a little off. Turns out, he was sexually abused as a child, and a year or two before I met him he ran into his abuser in a park. He beat the man to a pulp (I don't know if he even knew if the guy was alive or not) and then calmly called 911, told them what he did and went home. He was never charged (or even caught, I don't think.)

One day we went out for ice cream with this guy from her college who seemed a little off. Turns out, he was sexually abused as a child, and a year or two before I met him he ran into his abuser in a park. He beat the man to a pulp (I don't know if he even knew if the guy was alive or not) and then calmly called 911, told them what he did and went home. He was never charged (or even caught, I don't think.)

Really can't blame the guy, though.

Really can't blame the guy, though.

I'm impressed he had the presence of mind to call 911 so someone else didn't have to find the guy.

Was it right? Nope. Was it totally understandable? Yep. It's still mildly disconcerting to realize you just went to the dairy with a guy capable of that kind of violence though.

My girlfriend went down to Florida in 1988 with her girlfriend and mom. I could not get off from work so I stayed home. I called her hotel every day to find out how she was doing and yes, I will admit that I was a bit controlling and jealous.
She was a very attractive girl who looked stunning in a bathing suit. While she was at one of the stands near the beach, she struck up a conversation with an older gentleman who was very nice and very polite and tried to guess where she was from.....the conversation ensued and he invited her and her girlfriend that evening to see the sunset over the Marina. He told them to show up by the dock at around 7:30 to go on a boating trip around the marina to see the area better. She called me around 6:30 from the hotel and told me about the trip. I told her that she better not go on the trip with him, and that he wasnt interested in being nice. She said he was a kind and gentle man and there were three of them going, she would not be alone with him. I asked her one question " Did he ask you if you were married or single?" She said yes. I told her she was not going on that trip. She said she was. We wound up arguing on the phone for the next hour or so, and as a result her mom decided she would not go on the boat trip after all and they went to a movie instead. The next day we argued more and she broke up with me saying I was a control freak. We did not get back together because we were both stubborn and I met someone else a few weeks later.

Four years later Oba Chandler was arrested for killing three women on vacation. She happened to see the report on television and was shocked to see the same man who had offered her a ride on the boat to see the sunset. She called me at my job ( I had since married ) and thanked me for being a stubborn controlling boyfriend and telling her not to go. We were both shocked, but sometimes you have to trust your gut and other men are very rarely that altruistic.

Wow amazing. :eek:

The closest thing I've had is that I knew an older woman named Patricia dozier that sort of looked like an older version of Suzanne Russell. Given the name and fact that many people use the same names for successful aliases this makes me wonder. She was also very shady at times but was a nice lady.

THANKFULLY! I have not had a brush with any Unsolved Mysteries killers however, (I think I mentioned this in another forum) my father used to live right next door to Reverend Jim Jones.
This was when my father was a kid and Jim Jones was young minister in Indiana, before he went all crazy and moved to California and eventually Jonestown. My dad actually played with his kids because they were all around the same age. He told me that at the time, Jones was a very nice man and sold monkey's LOL. My grandmother, although she was never apart of their church, said she was friends with Jones' wife and also said that she was a really good person.
I thank God my grandmother and my dad didn't follow them to California or else who knows what could have happened. I may not even be here if that were the case.
I have seen countless documentaries on Jim Jones and Jonestown and I am convinced that he was an evil man. And it wasn't mass suicide, it was mass murder. Those who wouldn't take their own life out of confusion, were forced, even little children. Horrible,disgusting man.
Whenever I bring any of this up to my grandma, she becomes very sad, sad Jones went crazy and basically forced those people to kill themselves. I suppose shes also sad that she lost her friend.

Oh my Gosh, I am reading some of these replies and seriously, you guys have some really scary stories!!!
I have another brush with someone that wasn't a killer, but a scary pervert nonetheless!

I was around 18 or 19 and I was working in a cheap motel as a front desk clerk and maid. I was working one evening at the back side of the building furthest away from the office, it was often very quiet and scary over there.

I was cleaning a mirror in the room when I saw in the reflection a man standing in the doorway. It startled me but I tried to be polite, after all this was a guest in the hotel. He seemed nervous and held out a hundred dollar bill out for me. I didn't even know what to say. He told me he and his wife were staying in the room next door and they wanted to have sex with me. I should have screamed and called 911, but I was a complete dummy and just said "No thanks." or something like that.
I continued cleaning the room after he left, confused, and scared but not thinking clearly yet, not realizing what just happened. He came back a minute later asking if I just wanted to come over and "talk" with him and his wife. I told him no again and he went back to his room. At that point I was like "wth am I doing!? This guy could kill me!" and I took off running down the breezeway. I heard him yell "She's running away, come back here!!!" or something like that to whoever else was in his room. I still have no idea if he had a wife in his room or not. But he was definitely talking to someone else, mad that I was running away.
I used my master key to gain entrance in a storage closet and hid. I could hear him running around outside looking for me. I waiting for over a half an hour before I left the closet and ran to the office to tell my manager.
Eventually, after reporting it to the police, they arrested him for sexual assault and gross sexual imposition on another girl. He was arrested on my birthday. BEST PRESENT EVER! He has since passed away.

At that point I was like "wth am I doing!? This guy could kill me!" and I took off running down the breezeway. I heard him yell "She's running away!!!" or something like that to whoever else was in his room.
That part made the hair on the back of my neck stand up. :eek: I'm glad you got away safely. Maybe your reaction was better than screaming. He might have acted right then or tried to silence you.

That part made the hair on the back of my neck stand up. :eek: I'm glad you got away safely. Maybe your reaction was better than screaming. He might have acted right then or tried to silence you.

It was so scary! Part of me was so mad at myself for not shutting the door and locking it after he propositioned me and calling 911. When you are in the moment though and those things have never happened to you, you just don't think clear. I know it's bad saying this, but I'm glad this guy is now dead!

CafeDisco, that is so scary. I believe there was someone else in his room too, but the way the man was acting, I don't think it was his wife, or that they were just looking for a threesome. Sounds a lot more like he had an accomplice and they had sinister plans.

CafeDisco, that is so scary. I believe there was someone else in his room too, but the way the man was acting, I don't think it was his wife, or that they were just looking for a threesome. Sounds a lot more like he had an accomplice and they had sinister plans.

Yeah I guess I will never know. He told me his wife's name was sherry when he told me that they wanted to sleep with me, which I will always remember because the guys name was terry and it rhymed. I thought I did hear a woman next door but I am not sure. I am afraid to think about it.

I have four stories to share of knowing a murderer, or knowing a connection to a murderer:

-I knew Michael Mele, who was convicted a few years ago in New York state of murdering a woman and had a history of being a pervert before that. He once ran a fast food restaurant and was always at the front counter. He was always efficient, friendly and always remembered I wanted a receipt for my meal. Sadly, that's a rarity in service industries these days. I also knew a girl or two who said he was cute. Furthermore, I was going to that restaurant around the time he committed this murder!
-I knew Christopher Porco's brother, and I attended the same high school as Porco. If you haven't heard of Christopher Porco, check him out on Wikipedia. He had a Lifetime movie and a 48 Hours Mystery done on him.
-My mother knew the Unabomber's brother. The brother was just as unassuming and kind as portrayed in the media.
-I knew someone in middle school and high school, who was a bully, who went on in his 20s to shake his infant child to death. He's in prison now. He wasn't kind in school, but many people aren't and never grow up to be murderers, especially of a baby.

The lesson from the two people I knew who are murderers is, they can show up as Charles Manson (who no one would mistake for a murderer) or John Wayne Gacy (who no one believed for a second was a murderer).

I have four stories to share of knowing a murderer, or knowing a connection to a murderer:

-I knew Michael Mele, who was convicted a few years ago in New York state of murdering a woman and had a history of being a pervert before that. He once ran a fast food restaurant and was always at the front counter. He was always efficient, friendly and always remembered I wanted a receipt for my meal. Sadly, that's a rarity in service industries these days. I also knew a girl or two who said he was cute. Furthermore, I was going to that restaurant around the time he committed this murder!
-I knew Christopher Porco's brother, and I attended the same high school as Porco. If you haven't heard of Christopher Porco, check him out on Wikipedia. He had a Lifetime movie and a 48 Hours Mystery done on him.
-My mother knew the Unabomber's brother. The brother was just as unassuming and kind as portrayed in the media.
-I knew someone in middle school and high school, who was a bully, who went on in his 20s to shake his infant child to death. He's in prison now. He wasn't kind in school, but many people aren't and never grow up to be murderers, especially of a baby.

The lesson from the two people I knew who are murderers is, they can show up as Charles Manson (who no one would mistake for a murderer) or John Wayne Gacy (who no one believed for a second was a murderer).

Wowza! That's scary that you knew so many killers. The guy in New York, Yikes! I'm glad you didn't get hurt! So many people lead double lives, it's scary really!


I actually have a confession to make, without trying to "steal anyone's thunder."
I thought about posting this earlier but I thought, nah, I'll share something else. But, since it's completely confidential on these boards, and this has been on my mind lately, here it goes:
I had an uncle that I was incredibly close to. He died when I was only nine years old.
It is almost too horrible to imagine but I swear this is all true. My uncle was murdered by my other uncle, his own brother. My uncle that was murdered was only 26 when he was killed and had a wife and two year old child, my cousin. Both brothers were drinking, got into a dispute and my other uncle took a steak knife and stabbed him to death. He was charged with 2nd degree murder (I could be wrong though, I was only nine). My family fell apart basically. My mother was a mess, one brother dead, the other imprisoned for his death.
My uncle served seven years and prison for my other uncles murder.After he was released, he became a reborn christian, got re-married and had more kids, ect. But, over the years he fell back into a life of hate filled crime. He was in trouble with the law all the time. Just about two years ago hung himself in his basement where his wife would later find him. Once again my family fell apart.
It's just an all around sad scenario.

I know this thread is a few months old, but I just found it and really got creeped out reading the stories. Thanks everyone for sharing, especially the sad stories that can be hard to tell sometimes. :)

Y'all sure know a lot of murders and sexual predators. Wow.


Wowza! That's scary that you knew so many killers. The guy in New York, Yikes! I'm glad you didn't get hurt! So many people lead double lives, it's scary really!


I actually have a confession to make, without trying to "steal anyone's thunder."
I thought about posting this earlier but I thought, nah, I'll share something else. But, since it's completely confidential on these boards, and this has been on my mind lately, here it goes:
I had an uncle that I was incredibly close to. He died when I was only nine years old.
It is almost too horrible to imagine but I swear this is all true. My uncle was murdered by my other uncle, his own brother. My uncle that was murdered was only 26 when he was killed and had a wife and two year old child, my cousin. Both brothers were drinking, got into a dispute and my other uncle took a steak knife and stabbed him to death. He was charged with 2nd degree murder (I could be wrong though, I was only nine). My family fell apart basically. My mother was a mess, one brother dead, the other imprisoned for his death.
My uncle served seven years and prison for my other uncles murder.After he was released, he became a reborn christian, got re-married and had more kids, ect. But, over the years he fell back into a life of hate filled crime. He was in trouble with the law all the time. Just about two years ago hung himself in his basement where his wife would later find him. Once again my family fell apart.
It's just an all around sad scenario.

TheCafeDisco, that's horrible. No wonder your family fell apart. It sounds like it was just one thing after the other.

Do you know if your uncle (the one who went to prison) was a bad person or did that one night just ruin the rest of his life and send him out of control?

Your family has had more than it's share of misfortune. I hope your mom and everyone else found some way to heal not let this totally ruin the remaining family connections.

Last summer when I was living in Reno I had a seriously creepy run in. I was driving home around 1am after having fun with my friends. On this night my roommate didn't come out with me. I took 4th street and headed west back to my apartment. There's a strip where 4th runs parallel to the railroad tracks and that's it. It's dark, I see the silhouette of a tree and for some reason I flash on the Tall Man from Phantasm and freak out. As I turn toward my apartment I see a guy standing on the curb, as I slow to make the turn HE LUNGED FOR THE PASSENGER DOOR HANDLE!
I stomped on the gas and took off. My apartment was only half a block up, but I drove around for an hour. When I finally went back home all I could think was "If I see him walking toward my apartment, I'm moving."

Scared the **** out of me.

I thought of the Charles Holden case when reading this. Not similar but kind of similar.

I was a couple of years older than but went to the same high school as Ross Harris, the Home Depot employee in Atlanta who left his infant son in the hot car "accidentally." I never met the guy or said two words to him, but I know he wasn't popular in what was a very large school. On the news, I see some guy (I also didn't know) call him the "Ferris Bueller" of our High School. No, no he wasn't. I also get constant requests from LinkedIn to connect with this same person "I may know." I don't think doing this would look to good to potential business contacts.

In the 1980's my brother and I used to travel with our father a lot in the summer up and down the east coast. We also had just discovered the joys of tobacco at a young age so the only way we could indulge in our vice was to hide from sight and smoke as fast as you could.
We stopped at a rest stop off of 95, told our father we had to use the bathroom and proceeded past the restrooms into the woods behind the building. We could only go a few feet back because there was a high fence that spanned the length of the woods, but it was far enough so that we were out of site from the rest area. Halfway into our smoke we see this man approach the fence on the other side he walks up to where we are standing and stares at us for a minute. We were more afraid of getting caught smoking by an adult that we had no idea that there were other more terrible dangers in the world. The man walks away from the fence towards our right and we think he is gone. We hear some bushes rustling from the direction he walked in and he emerges from the woods, only this time he is on our side of the fence! He smiles and comes right up to us. My brother drops the cigarette and asks the man how he got on this side of the fence.
He looks up at us with this crazy grin, his widen and he says "Because I'm magic!"
Just as he steps toward us we hear our father call out from just outside of the woods. The man ran away and we got our butts beat by dad.
Watching UM stories like Blind River, and Dexter Stephonic I later learned what scary places rest stops can be. Just the perfect place to steal someone and be on the road before anyone knows they are gone.

Back in the summer of '94, I spent a few weeks at my Nanny's. She had her 2 year old granddaughter there. She lived in a nice area. All 3 story brick homes, so it was not a cause for alarm, or in our thinking, when I suggested I would take the baby for a walk just around the block. Not long after we got around the block, a car pulls up. He looked like Elton John (Lion King was big that year). He asked, "Do lots of kids live in this area? I need an area with lots of kids" Now, that phrase alone should have scared me, but to be honest, what was scarier to me, at 13 was his car. It was a little gray Mr Bean car with big windows filled with boxes. Like he had just crammed his life into this car. I yanked the baby back, for she was like, "HI!!!" and he drove off. I know for a fact, that if his car wasn't full, he would have yanked us in. Because he was trying to open the door from the outside. I'll never forget that. He couldn't open it from the inside. He was leaning in right on top of us. All the neighborhood were doctor and lawyers. On this Tuesday, they were allll at work. He could have gotten us!

Okay, this is not exactly an Unsolved Mystery or anything, but I live near the Springfield Mall in Springfield, Pennsylvania. Sylvia Siegriest shot up the mall decades ago and is currently in a psychological ward for it.

My mother actually encountered her wandering around the mall approximately two weeks before the shooting rampage occurred. She looked like she was "thinking really hard about something" judging by the creases in her forehead. My mom now thinks she was figuring out her attack plan. Its sooooo creepy to think about it today.

I saw a special on that lady. Very tragic.

In my hometown we've had a handful of crimes etc. A few years ago a man and two other people were arrested. The guy was arrested for trying to lure kids into his home. He was arrested on illegal photo charges. he lived behind the town's park. :/

Years before that a Mother and her daughter were killed. Apparently the daughter was dealing drugs and had procured a large amount of $. A dealer killed them both and set the house on fire trying to burn the bodies. He did go to jail for it.

Another case was where a woman shot a local pilot to death. She fled to Brazil so she wouldn't get prosecuted. I'm not sure if she ever did but I hope so. By all accounts the man she shot was a nice guy.

In College I drank a lot as a Freshman before I grew out of it. I stole a beer from a Sixpack hidden behind a Couch. I got kicked out. (Not my finest hour) An Italian exchange student was smoking a Cigarette. He said "Y know I could've killed you last night for taking that beer... but I didnt." I sort of laughed it off thinking he was joking. He lived in my dorm. A month later he was deported back to Italy for killing a guy. :(

I totally forgot....I lived in DC (briefly) and it was right at the same time the DC Sniper was shooting up gas stations and such. Pretty freaky...I remember at first we kind of thought it was a joke, or maybe somehow related to 9/11, but no, there actually WAS a crazy sniper on the loose at that time.

Just recently, there have been a string of (so far) unsolved shootings of vehicles on the I-10 freeway in Phoenix where I currently live. I drive on that part of the freeway every day to go to work...sheesh.

Just recently, there have been a string of (so far) unsolved shootings of vehicles on the I-10 freeway in Phoenix where I currently live. I drive on that part of the freeway every day to go to work...sheesh.
I've been keeping up with the news about this. Stay safe!:wave:

I totally forgot....I lived in DC (briefly) and it was right at the same time the DC Sniper was shooting up gas stations and such. Pretty freaky...I remember at first we kind of thought it was a joke, or maybe somehow related to 9/11, but no, there actually WAS a crazy sniper on the loose at that time.

Just recently, there have been a string of (so far) unsolved shootings of vehicles on the I-10 freeway in Phoenix where I currently live. I drive on that part of the freeway every day to go to work...sheesh.


I used to work with one of the guys that arrested the DC snipers.

I was a lieutenant in the Army in Baumholder Germany in a mechanized infantry unit. The battalion next to mine was an armored (tanks) unit. One day when I was walking by their barracks, a medic came running towards me to help assist with a soldier who was acting crazy in the barracks. I went up but the guy got worse when he saw an officer and began to try to jump out the closed window on the second floor. The medic calmed him down and the MPs showed up shortly thereafter and I left.
Years later I was in Saudi Arabia on Desert Storm when Dahmer was caught. It turned out he was a medic in that armor battalion at the same time I was there. I have often wondered if he was the calm medic or the nutty guy. Dahmer was kicked out of the Army while he was there and had already killed somebody.
While we were in Germany the Armed Forces channel broadcast a dubbed version of the German show which AMW was based on (it has a name like case XYZ) about a woman murdered in the countryside about 20 miles se of Baumholder not far from Kaiserslautern (always called K-Town) the largest US base in Germany. The victim was an unknown black lady which was why the Germans thought they could be an American link. But no one was missing and the identity of the lady was never made and the crime was left unsolved. I have wondered if Dahmer did it. It was not in his MO but he was still early on in his spree. The Germans think the woman may have been a K-Town area Caribbean hooker.

This one is pretty mild compared to other stories. Some of them have made me shiver and others have made me very very glad I am not alone in the room while reading. Looks like some of you have escaped some VERY close calls!

I think the creepiest ones are when you grow up with someone and then later it turns out they have committed some heinous crimes and they seemed, maybe a little off, but otherwise fairly normal...yikes :eek:

Anyway here is my story, my cousin lived with our grandmother growing up and she and I were pretty close since we were only a couple years apart. I spent a lot of time there while in elementary school and even junior high, but when we both got to high school we were both busy and hung out a bit less. Well one day my cousin wanted to go rent a video at this video store about half a mile away. I was 11 or 12 and she was a couple years younger. It was fall weather so it was probably in 40s or 50s, not super cold but you wanted long sleeves. So we went to the store, rented our movie, and were walking home. This lady starts driving next to us real slow and says "Coats!" We stared at her and at each other and again the lady says "Coats!" She said it a few more times and we never said a word to her. We didn't really know what to do but we felt kinda creeped out. She eventually drove away and we walked back to our grandma's house talking about it the whole way. She probably wasn't dangerous but she didn't know us from anyone and it was just odd that she decided to drive real slow next to a couple of pre-teens and apparently chide us for not wearing coats when the weather really didn't require it.

Oh I thought of another story, my work-friend and I had gone to the gym in our office one day after work, but she wanted to run outside with another coworker. I ran with them for a bit but soon slowed to a walk because I'm not super great at running. Our office was kind of in a weird area because the main roads are all offices but then right off the main road you're in a residential neighborhood. So I'm walking through the residential part and this girl is jogging a few houses ahead of me when a car pulls up next to her and a guy in the back seat rolls down the window and starts talking to her, "what's your name? where you from? can i have your number?" basically hitting on her, and she was clearly uninterested and didn't know him at all. She kept rebuffing him but he wouldn't leave her alone. I got a bad feeling so I sped up and caught up to her and walked next to her, acting like I knew her and had been trying to catch up. The guys drove off and I explained I had a bad feeling and thought she would be safer if there was someone else with her, she thanked me and we actually ended up walking together for a couple blocks before parting ways. Now it's possible that he was just a guy who didn't know when to quit and wouldn't have done anything, but you never know and I wouldn't have counted on someone in the neighborhood being home and responding if something had happened. So scary, and it was in broad daylight too! I wasn't totally sure if that would be a good idea at the time because I didn't want to creep her out further, but concern won out over how she would perceive me...luckily she appreciated the gesture.

I have so many, but the worst was being robbed at gun point!

My husband and I had arrived home from vacation at 1 am. Our dumpster was blocking our garage, so we parked in the driveway. My husband got out to move the dumpster out of the way. All of a sudden, a man with a bandana covering his face was in the garage pointing a gun in his face. After taking his wallet, he then came to the car and pointed the gun at me. He was screaming "turn around!" and "give me your purse!" The car was full of luggage and bags from our trip so I was having trouble finding it. Then he yelled "You better hurry up, I'm going to shoot you and your dogs!" I threw him the purse as soon as I found it and closed my eyes praying he wouldn't shoot. Then he made my husband lay on the ground and then ran away.

If he would have killed us, they never would have solved it. There were no witnesses, he didn't touch anything (except what he took with him) and it was totally random.

We also had a next-door neighbor who (little did we know) had just been released from prison after 30 years (string of armed robberies, assaults, and batteries)

One day we looked out our window and saw an entire swat team hiding in our trees surrounding our house with guns. We lived in a townhouse. They were looking for him.

Long story short... In one day he robbed a bank, got involved in a domestic dispute between a couple he didn't know and shot the husband to death. A few hours later an unsuspecting cop pulled him over for speeding, so he shot the cop and stole the police car. After being in a high speed chase for 60 miles he broke into an elderly woman's home and held her hostage all night. He told her he had 2 bullets in his gun... One for her and one for himself. Eventually there was a big shoot out and the cops saved her. Several nearby houses' windows were shot out in the process though. It was insane.

When we first moved in he kept offering to help us carry our stuff into our house. He was very impressed by our large tv and kept talking about it. But he seemed like just a friendly next door neighbor at the time. I'm glad we never accepted his help and let him into our home!

Gosh, there are so many great stories... I've been binge reading all night! And the crazy coat lady gave me a good laugh. Gotta watch out for those over protective grandma types! :lol:

When I was 20 I was living alone in an apartment while my husband was in Iraq.

One day two guys claiming to sell magazines started following my best friend who also lived at the apartment complex.

She asked them to stop but they wouldn't so she decided to walk to my apartment and pretend she lived with me.

When she got to my stairway she lied and said "You guys better stay down here. My roommate has a really aggressive dog." But they followed her up to my door anyway.

When I opened it she just pointed at guys behind her and said "Uh, they're selling magazines.."

They looked our age and harmless. I had no clue they had been silently following her for a few minutes!

When the guys saw me one said "Wow, You're beautiful too!" I laughed and said "Yeah, Nice try.. I'm not buying any of your magazines!"

They continued to fuss over me, but I just assumed it was a marketing technique to butter me up for a sale.

We tried to get rid of them by saying we didn't have any money... yadda yadda yadda! Then they started insisting "Come with us. You can make $800 a day! Blah blah blah.."

At this point I thought it was just some stupid pyramid scheme.

But when we refused to leave with them they started asking if they could come in my house.

I said no, and one of them exclaimed "Oh come on, let us in already! I need to take a piss!"

That's when I realized they might be actually be dangerous and not just annoying salesmen. I said no and slammed the door.

They pounding on my door cursing at us for about 30 seconds, then just walked away.

My friend THEN told me they had followed her to my house! I still can't believe she just introduced them to me as magazine salesmen. WHAT WAS SHE THINKING?!


Anyway, we got to talking and realized they never actually showed us a single magazine. Just talked about them.

We called the office to report the men.They told us about another weird incident with another girl in our apartment complex. She was also around our age with a deployed husband.

Earlier that week she was jogging around the building and followed by a vehicle with blacked out windows. Two guys tried to grab her but she was able to outrun them.

I didn't know her personally but often saw her running as I walked my dog. The three of us were also all blondes who looked similar, but that's common in California so probably meaningless.

I never followed up on the situation. My dad flew out that weekend to help me pack and moved me back to my home state until my husband got back from Iraq.

I never felt fear DURING the situation... Just creeped out in hindsight.

Gosh, there are so many great stories... I've been binge reading all night! And the crazy coat lady gave me a good laugh. Gotta watch out for those over protective grandma types! :lol:

When I was 20 I was living alone in an apartment while my husband was in Iraq.

One day two guys claiming to sell magazines started following my best friend who also lived at the apartment complex.

She asked them to stop but they wouldn't so she decided to walk to my apartment and pretend she lived with me.

When she got to my stairway she lied and said "You guys better stay down here. My roommate has a really aggressive dog." But they followed her up to my door anyway.

When I opened it she just pointed at guys behind her and said "Uh, they're selling magazines.."

They looked our age and harmless. I had no clue they had been silently following her for a few minutes!

When the guys saw me one said "Wow, You're beautiful too!" I laughed and said "Yeah, Nice try.. I'm not buying any of your magazines!"

They continued to fuss over me, but I just assumed it was a marketing technique to butter me up for a sale.

We tried to get rid of them by saying we didn't have any money... yadda yadda yadda! Then they started insisting "Come with us. You can make $800 a day! Blah blah blah.."

At this point I thought it was just some stupid pyramid scheme.

But when we refused to leave with them they started asking if they could come in my house.

I said no, and one of them exclaimed "Oh come on, let us in already! I need to take a piss!"

That's when I realized they might be actually be dangerous and not just annoying salesmen. I said no and slammed the door.

They pounding on my door cursing at us for about 30 seconds, then just walked away.

My friend THEN told me they had followed her to my house! I still can't believe she just introduced them to me as magazine salesmen. WHAT WAS SHE THINKING?!


Anyway, we got to talking and realized they never actually showed us a single magazine. Just talked about them.

We called the office to report the men.They told us about another weird incident with another girl in our apartment complex. She was also around our age with a deployed husband.

Earlier that week she was jogging around the building and followed by a vehicle with blacked out windows. Two guys tried to grab her but she was able to outrun them.

I didn't know her personally but often saw her running as I walked my dog. The three of us were also all blondes who looked similar, but that's common in California so probably meaningless.

I never followed up on the situation. My dad flew out that weekend to help me pack and moved me back to my home state until my husband got back from Iraq.

I never felt fear DURING the situation... Just creeped out in hindsight.

That incident sounds creepy as all hell!

I'd say the closest thing I've had to a brush with a killer was a weird stalker I had when I worked overnights at a gas station when I was 19. We didn't have a cage/glass around the cashier area, just a half door. If I needed to lock or unlock the front door I had to walk over to it and physically unlock it.

I started getting weird prank phone calls at night. The guy would start out by asking if we had donuts. I'd tell him just those Mickey's mini donuts in the 8 pack. He'd ask what kind, then go on this thing about how his hand hurt, should he rub it, blah blah. At first I thought it was funny and played along for a bit before hanging up.

So then one day I was in there alone, and the vendor who brought our frozen pizzas was in there. There was a car wash attached to the store, and a door leading from the inside of the car wash into the store. I guess the garage door to the wash was open and the side door wasn't locked and all of a sudden this guy walks in. I look at him, he looks at me, and I ask what he's doing. He stalls a minute and starts walking toward me. Then the pizza man stood up and asked where he came from. The guy all of a sudden says "uh... I was just wondering if anyone wanted to buy a camera". WTF he didn't even have a camera with him and why would you walk in the car wash entrance not the front door? Then he just turned and left out that door. I made sure it was locked after that day.

So I kept getting the phone calls, sometimes he was telling me he was up on the freeway watching me. The store was in a little valley behind the mall with the freeway on the other side, very secluded at night, nothing else open in the area. Once he told me he was going to come into the store some night and I was just like "ok, whatever" and hung up. A few nights later I'm on the phone with my roommate/best friend at like 3am. This car pulls up in front of the door and a guy walks in and walks over to the little half door that goes to the behind the counter area where I am. He stands there for a minute and I realize he's pulling his pants down. I tell my roommate. All I keep saying is Oh my God, Oh my God, my roommate is freaking out. He's asking me if someone is there, I said yes. The guy is masturbating and comes through the door and is right up against me. I'm still just Oh my God, Oh my God, and my roommate tells me to tell him I'm on the phone with my manager and he's on his way down there, so he better leave. I tell the guy this and he says "who, me?" (lol) and I finally got my wits about me and was like "YES YOU!!" and he just pulled up his pants and got out of there as fast as he could. I hung up with my roommate, locked the door and called the police. I think he could have been the same guy as the car wash guy. I wish I had a better description of the car, but I was in such shock I was no help to the police.

Luckily I never had another problem with the guy after that. I guess he got freaked out enough that he never came back or called again. It was funny though because about 6 months later this really cute guy came in, but didn't really anything to me. About 15 minutes later I got a phone call and the guy said "I was just in there and I thought you were really cute" I was quite suspicious based on my past there with telephone calls, so I asked him what he bought. He told me that and what he had been driving. Sure enough it was the guy I had thought was cute. We ended up dating off and on for about 5 years.

After that stuff with the crazy phone stalking masturbator my store did improve security at my store. They built a "cage" for the cashier area, with plexiglass that we could slide closed at night. They also put in a new lock on a switch so I could unlock the door once I was safely in my locked cage lol.

I remember the cop laughing at me because whenever I called them and filed a report (for drive offs or stuff like that) I had to give my full name and I'd always giggle when I told him my middle name. Enough that he remembered me always doing it. It was a crazy place but very interesting to say the least.

I'd say the closest thing I've had to a brush with a killer was a weird stalker I had when I worked overnights at a gas station when I was 19. We didn't have a cage/glass around the cashier area, just a half door. If I needed to lock or unlock the front door I had to walk over to it and physically unlock it.

I started getting weird prank phone calls at night. The guy would start out by asking if we had donuts. I'd tell him just those Mickey's mini donuts in the 8 pack. He'd ask what kind, then go on this thing about how his hand hurt, should he rub it, blah blah. At first I thought it was funny and played along for a bit before hanging up.

So then one day I was in there alone, and the vendor who brought our frozen pizzas was in there. There was a car wash attached to the store, and a door leading from the inside of the car wash into the store. I guess the garage door to the wash was open and the side door wasn't locked and all of a sudden this guy walks in. I look at him, he looks at me, and I ask what he's doing. He stalls a minute and starts walking toward me. Then the pizza man stood up and asked where he came from. The guy all of a sudden says "uh... I was just wondering if anyone wanted to buy a camera". WTF he didn't even have a camera with him and why would you walk in the car wash entrance not the front door? Then he just turned and left out that door. I made sure it was locked after that day.

So I kept getting the phone calls, sometimes he was telling me he was up on the freeway watching me. The store was in a little valley behind the mall with the freeway on the other side, very secluded at night, nothing else open in the area. Once he told me he was going to come into the store some night and I was just like "ok, whatever" and hung up. A few nights later I'm on the phone with my roommate/best friend at like 3am. This car pulls up in front of the door and a guy walks in and walks over to the little half door that goes to the behind the counter area where I am. He stands there for a minute and I realize he's pulling his pants down. I tell my roommate. All I keep saying is Oh my God, Oh my God, my roommate is freaking out. He's asking me if someone is there, I said yes. The guy is masturbating and comes through the door and is right up against me. I'm still just Oh my God, Oh my God, and my roommate tells me to tell him I'm on the phone with my manager and he's on his way down there, so he better leave. I tell the guy this and he says "who, me?" (lol) and I finally got my wits about me and was like "YES YOU!!" and he just pulled up his pants and got out of there as fast as he could. I hung up with my roommate, locked the door and called the police. I think he could have been the same guy as the car wash guy. I wish I had a better description of the car, but I was in such shock I was no help to the police.

Luckily I never had another problem with the guy after that. I guess he got freaked out enough that he never came back or called again. It was funny though because about 6 months later this really cute guy came in, but didn't really anything to me. About 15 minutes later I got a phone call and the guy said "I was just in there and I thought you were really cute" I was quite suspicious based on my past there with telephone calls, so I asked him what he bought. He told me that and what he had been driving. Sure enough it was the guy I had thought was cute. We ended up dating off and on for about 5 years.

After that stuff with the crazy phone stalking masturbator my store did improve security at my store. They built a "cage" for the cashier area, with plexiglass that we could slide closed at night. They also put in a new lock on a switch so I could unlock the door once I was safely in my locked cage lol.

I remember the cop laughing at me because whenever I called them and filed a report (for drive offs or stuff like that) I had to give my full name and I'd always giggle when I told him my middle name. Enough that he remembered me always doing it. It was a crazy place but very interesting to say the least.

Creepy story Atomicfizz! Thanks for posting. What year did this grub hang around the Gas station? Was this pre cellphones?

Creepy story Atomicfizz! Thanks for posting. What year did this grub hang around the Gas station? Was this pre cellphones?

1993 or so, so before cell phones were common. I think I had my first one in 97 but it was still expensive then just to make phone calls, nothing like how it is today!!

When my mother was a kid back in the 1950's, a stranger approached her and her friend. He was a bald headed middle aged man and he told my mother and her friend that he had been "seeing them around for some time". At first, they were weirded out by this, but for some reason, they became comfortable with him and even started hanging out with him. He would pick them up and buy them things. Hamburgers, ice cream, and such. He even took them to a couple of drive in movies. This went on for awhile, as it was all part of the dude's plan. He was getting them as comfortable and relaxed as he could.

Then, one day he called my mom and her friend at each of their homes and asked them to meet him at the "usual spot", wherever that was. When they go there, he told them to get in his car. He didn't ask, he TOLD! My mother was finally starting to think that something was off, but her and her friend still got in the car anyway. They drove in silence for a few minutes. Then finally, my mother asked what was going on, and the dude said "we are going swimming". My mother replied that her and her friend did not bring their bathing suits because they had no idea that he was taking them swimming. The dude then told her "that's alright. I will stop and buy you two some swim suits on the way". The guy was looking forlorn by this point.

If my mother did not have the precense of mind to do what she did next, then I would not be sitting here typing this right now! In fact, not only would I have never been born, but neither would my brother or his daughters (my mom's grandchildren). Anyway, at this point, all doubt in my mother's mind had been removed. This guy was about to carry out what he had been planning from the beginning. As soon as they got to a traffic light, my mother leaned over and whispered to her friend that it was time to run. Her friend was just as clueless as ever so, naturally she was like "do what? why?". With no more time to think, my mom grabbed her friend's arm opened the car door, and bolted out of that car and onto the street.

Her friend was screaming "no, no what are you doing, he's taking us swimming". My mom just ran and ran dragging her friend by the arm. They ducked into some woods by the highway and watched as the guy turned his car around multiple times searching for them. Eventually, they walked back to where my mom lived and sat in the backyard for awhile. My mom told her friend that something wasn't right about all of this and it was time to cut ties with this guy.

She walked her friend home and made her swear that she would not have anymore contact with the guy for any reason whatsoever. Two days go by and my grandmother is in the kitchen when she hears a horn honk very loudly. She walks to the front door and sees a car pulled all the way up on the front lawn! It's the guy and he is looking for my mom! So, my grandmother walks out onto the front porch and asks him who he is and what he is doing and he replies "oh, just blowing my horn". The guy then reveals that he is a "good friend" of my mother and how he had been spending a lot of time with her and her friend. He just wanted to know why the two of them bailed out of his car and ran away like they did. My grandmother is moritified and tells him to leave at once, which he does not do. She goes into the house and puts my mother in her room tells her to stay away from the window.

She then calls my grandfather at work and tells him exactly what has been going on, and she calls my mother's friend's parents as well. A neighbor walks over to see what is going on, and the guy gets out of his car and starts ranting and raving. The neighbor walk back home and calls the police. When the police arrive, the guy has pulled off of the front lawn and is starting to drive away. The police follow him and pull him over. A week or so later, he ends up getting arrested and is later found dead in the holding cell.

My grandfather marched my mother out behind the old woodshed for that one! Needless to say, I am GLAD he did! Even though the guy is long since deceased, and all of that happened long before I was born, I would love to bring him back to life and pull a Dexter Morgan on his butt.

When I was a teenager, I babysat for a woman in my town. As I got older, got married and such, we stayed in contact. She always lived a really wild life and had some rough characters around. In around 2000, she started dating this tattoo artist who was kind of creepy, not very friendly and just overall off putting. I had talked to him, had beers with them and asked him to quote me a price on a few tattoos. Then, he stopped coming around. Turns out, he was a cocaine dealer. An associate of them both disappeared from his shop in 2001. For years, the FBI was at her door asking questions. It took them around 9 years to find the guy. He had been murdered by the tattoo guy and a friend of his at the shop. They found his remains in a field about 35 miles away. When you read the whole story, it's amazing it took 9 years because the two murderers were more like the three stooges. I haven't talked to this woman in years because I've never been fully convinced she didn't know what happened.

When my mother was a kid back in the 1950's, a stranger approached her and her friend. He was a bald headed middle aged man and he told my mother and her friend that he had been "seeing them around for some time". At first, they were weirded out by this, but for some reason, they became comfortable with him and even started hanging out with him. He would pick them up and buy them things. Hamburgers, ice cream, and such. He even took them to a couple of drive in movies. This went on for awhile, as it was all part of the dude's plan. He was getting them as comfortable and relaxed as he could.

Then, one day he called my mom and her friend at each of their homes and asked them to meet him at the "usual spot", wherever that was. When they go there, he told them to get in his car. He didn't ask, he TOLD! My mother was finally starting to think that something was off, but her and her friend still got in the car anyway. They drove in silence for a few minutes. Then finally, my mother asked what was going on, and the dude said "we are going swimming". My mother replied that her and her friend did not bring their bathing suits because they had no idea that he was taking them swimming. The dude then told her "that's alright. I will stop and buy you two some swim suits on the way". The guy was looking forlorn by this point.

If my mother did not have the precense of mind to do what she did next, then I would not be sitting here typing this right now! In fact, not only would I have never been born, but neither would my brother or his daughters (my mom's grandchildren). Anyway, at this point, all doubt in my mother's mind had been removed. This guy was about to carry out what he had been planning from the beginning. As soon as they got to a traffic light, my mother leaned over and whispered to her friend that it was time to run. Her friend was just as clueless as ever so, naturally she was like "do what? why?". With no more time to think, my mom grabbed her friend's arm opened the car door, and bolted out of that car and onto the street.

Her friend was screaming "no, no what are you doing, he's taking us swimming". My mom just ran and ran dragging her friend by the arm. They ducked into some woods by the highway and watched as the guy turned his car around multiple times searching for them. Eventually, they walked back to where my mom lived and sat in the backyard for awhile. My mom told her friend that something wasn't right about all of this and it was time to cut ties with this guy.

She walked her friend home and made her swear that she would not have anymore contact with the guy for any reason whatsoever. Two days go by and my grandmother is in the kitchen when she hears a horn honk very loudly. She walks to the front door and sees a car pulled all the way up on the front lawn! It's the guy and he is looking for my mom! So, my grandmother walks out onto the front porch and asks him who he is and what he is doing and he replies "oh, just blowing my horn". The guy then reveals that he is a "good friend" of my mother and how he had been spending a lot of time with her and her friend. He just wanted to know why the two of them bailed out of his car and ran away like they did. My grandmother is moritified and tells him to leave at once, which he does not do. She goes into the house and puts my mother in her room tells her to stay away from the window.

She then calls my grandfather at work and tells him exactly what has been going on, and she calls my mother's friend's parents as well. A neighbor walks over to see what is going on, and the guy gets out of his car and starts ranting and raving. The neighbor walk back home and calls the police. When the police arrive, the guy has pulled off of the front lawn and is starting to drive away. The police follow him and pull him over. A week or so later, he ends up getting arrested and is later found dead in the holding cell.

My grandfather marched my mother out behind the old woodshed for that one! Needless to say, I am GLAD he did! Even though the guy is long since deceased, and all of that happened long before I was born, I would love to bring him back to life and pull a Dexter Morgan on his butt.

What a terrifying story! You can't help but wonder if he committed any other crimes prior to stalking your Mother and her friend. At least he can't hurt anyone now!

Gosh, there are so many great stories... I've been binge reading all night! And the crazy coat lady gave me a good laugh. Gotta watch out for those over protective grandma types! :lol:

When I was 20 I was living alone in an apartment while my husband was in Iraq.

One day two guys claiming to sell magazines started following my best friend who also lived at the apartment complex.

She asked them to stop but they wouldn't so she decided to walk to my apartment and pretend she lived with me.

When she got to my stairway she lied and said "You guys better stay down here. My roommate has a really aggressive dog." But they followed her up to my door anyway.

When I opened it she just pointed at guys behind her and said "Uh, they're selling magazines.."

They looked our age and harmless. I had no clue they had been silently following her for a few minutes!

When the guys saw me one said "Wow, You're beautiful too!" I laughed and said "Yeah, Nice try.. I'm not buying any of your magazines!"

They continued to fuss over me, but I just assumed it was a marketing technique to butter me up for a sale.

We tried to get rid of them by saying we didn't have any money... yadda yadda yadda! Then they started insisting "Come with us. You can make $800 a day! Blah blah blah.."

At this point I thought it was just some stupid pyramid scheme.

But when we refused to leave with them they started asking if they could come in my house.

I said no, and one of them exclaimed "Oh come on, let us in already! I need to take a piss!"

That's when I realized they might be actually be dangerous and not just annoying salesmen. I said no and slammed the door.

They pounding on my door cursing at us for about 30 seconds, then just walked away.

My friend THEN told me they had followed her to my house! I still can't believe she just introduced them to me as magazine salesmen. WHAT WAS SHE THINKING?!


Anyway, we got to talking and realized they never actually showed us a single magazine. Just talked about them.

We called the office to report the men.They told us about another weird incident with another girl in our apartment complex. She was also around our age with a deployed husband.

Earlier that week she was jogging around the building and followed by a vehicle with blacked out windows. Two guys tried to grab her but she was able to outrun them.

I didn't know her personally but often saw her running as I walked my dog. The three of us were also all blondes who looked similar, but that's common in California so probably meaningless.

I never followed up on the situation. My dad flew out that weekend to help me pack and moved me back to my home state until my husband got back from Iraq.

I never felt fear DURING the situation... Just creeped out in hindsight.

I used to get approached by these travelling magazine sales people. Female and male. In 1991, I actually bought a subscription from one of them to Football Digest. Although I did like that particular magazine, I wished I had not gotten the subscription from a salesman on the street. Apparently, my name went into a database and I got all kinds of calls from places trying to sell me other things. I was 18 at the time, so I was young and naive. A few years later in 1997, I was approached by a female who tried to sell me some magazines. She was a fast talker and had an answer for everything. She was cute, and me being a guy, I listened to her sales pitch, but I remembered a few years earlier how a subscription to a magazine led to all kinds of phone calls. This girl even offered to sleep with me if I would buy a subscription from her! I was 24 at the time, but even with 24 year old hormones, I had to turn her down (as difficult as that was) as I just knew that something wasn't quite right about the whole thing.

I used to get approached by these travelling magazine sales people. Female and male. In 1991, I actually bought a subscription from one of them to Football Digest. Although I did like that particular magazine, I wished I had not gotten the subscription from a salesman on the street. Apparently, my name went into a database and I got all kinds of calls from places trying to sell me other things. I was 18 at the time, so I was young and naive. A few years later in 1997, I was approached by a female who tried to sell me some magazines. She was a fast talker and had an answer for everything. She was cute, and me being a guy, I listened to her sales pitch, but I remembered a few years earlier how a subscription to a magazine led to all kinds of phone calls. This girl even offered to sleep with me if I would buy a subscription from her! I was 24 at the time, but even with 24 year old hormones, I had to turn her down (as difficult as that was) as I just knew that something wasn't quite right about the whole thing.

Hell of an amount of restraint!

Meanwhile, I'd have probably been murdered...

scary story about the store lady. even women can be scary to us men because women kill with knives or poison. here is my true story: my young relative was murdered a long time ago and her female killer attended her wake in Illinois. I was not at that wake because they had a wake in two places - because each family lived in their own area and thus it was best to have 2 wakes. I was at the second wake, which was immediately followed by the actual funeral. Her killer was at the first wake.

No one knew it was her except for a couple undercover cops who only had an idea it might be her, but not confirmed. At the time the family could not tell anyone, like friends, how the daughter died - 27 stab wounds to the neck and chest. The killer at my relative's wake pulled down the turtleneck sweater part, they had the turtleneck on to cover her stab wounds on the neck. The lady pulled it down and showed it to the person standing next to her. That lady then reported this to the police. Also the killer lady showed a fake police badge to some people at the wake and told them if they had any leads or questions to contact her (the killer).

Eventually she got caught but only served 5 years because of a stupid lawyer loophole. Police say that as the victim entered her house the killer was either hiding behind a chair in the corner of the living room or inside a closet and came out stabbing when the victim walked by. Detectives said the killer was jealous of this young lady who had dated her son.

5 years for murder one. That just.....unthinkable.

Hell of an amount of restraint!

Meanwhile, I'd have probably been murdered...

Oh...it was TOUGH!! I even kicked myself for it for a long time afterwards! The biggest red flag was that she said that she had a real job and selling subscriptions was only something she did on the side. Yet, she seemed SO desperate to make that sale. I mean she was just about in tears!

Walking home from school I crossed the street to get home, looked back, and noticed someone in a ski mask looking at me. He ran up and tried to rob me and put a gun in my face. It ended with me fighting his accomplice and him and then having a knife pulled on me. The one in the mask had a tear drop tattoo, so I'm not sure if he was a murdered or not. I don't even know if this story counts.

I also have a close family member who killed two people.

Oh...it was TOUGH!! I even kicked myself for it for a long time afterwards! The biggest red flag was that she said that she had a real job and selling subscriptions was only something she did on the side. Yet, she seemed SO desperate to make that sale. I mean she was just about in tears!

Yep. I'd have been murdered. Probably skinned and turned into a man-suit, like some sort of reverse Buffalo Bill.


WORTH IT! :D

Not a personal brush with a killer, but in 2014 I was staying overnight in the city of Moncton, New Brunswick (Canada). I couldn't sleep and went for a 3am drive around the city. Long story short, I was amazed at how I only saw 5 other cars the entire time despite seeing too many open gas stations to count. 3 of those cars were police cars stopped on the side of a busy road and three young female officers were having a friendly chat. I remarked to myself about how safe this area must be and how easy a job they have. A few weeks later in almost that exact same spot five police officers were shot and three killed.

There was also a foiled terrorist plot to shoot up the local mall. To think the would-be killers might have walked by me at one point while casing the place. :eek:

My wife and I also won a 'free' trip to the Bahamas. It turns out it would still have cost $2000+ so we didn't bother going but it required a layover in Fort Lauderdale. Wouldn't you know it, around the same time we would have been there a mass shooting occurred there as well.

Bumped to hopefully get some more stories. These are fascinating

When I was in grade school, a friend and I were teasing another girl. Her brother ran over and threatened us -- he was pretty scary so we ran away. A few years later (seriously, like when he was like 14 or 15 years old) the older brother killed a cab driver. Pretty wild.

There was also a foiled terrorist plot to shoot up the local mall. To think the would-be killers might have walked by me at one point while casing the place. :eek:

Slightly OT, but I have since learned more about this foiled plot: turns out the three people involved had never fired a gun in their life, did not case the place at all and they were planning on using one of the loudest hunting rifles on the market and a total of 15 bullets between them. Had they succeeded in someone magically sneaking large rifles into the mall, they would have probably fired one round and literally ruptured their eardrums if they didn't get tackled and beaten first (did I mention there is literally a police station in that mall?). I wish all the UM criminals were as dumb as that.

I had a brush with a person who probably wasn't a killer, but who behaved quite oddly.

I work as a sales associate and on one Saturday a younger woman around 25 or so came into the store walked around and then left. Shortly afterwards she returned to the store walked around again and then bought a card then left again. As she was leaving she asked what time the store closed I told her 9 o'clock and then she left. Finally a third time she returned to the store and asked if we were hiring. I told her I could give her an application to fill out but that we didn't have a lot of hours.

She filled out the application and then asked me where she was. Sometimes people new to the area don't always know the names of the shopping centers so I told her. She gave me a puzzled look so I gave her the name of the county. She then asked what state we were in I replied "Virginia". She then said "Virginia?! What part?!" And I told her northern Virginia. She then turned to me and said "I don't know how I'm going to get home". And then she left.

To this day that was the most bizarre thing I have ever witnessed. I'm sure she wasn't a killer, but there certainly was something "off" about her.

It gives you the shivers, doesn't it? Something was most definitely off about her

The closest for me in a way was when I was young, hadn't been driving for very long. Had a friend that was a little older and was a nurse. She was married and her and husband shared 1 car so I often gave her a ride and picked her up. Sometimes I would meet her and her husband for lunch at the hospital she worked at. I didn't know until later but one of the people there that I had been maybe within 10 feet a few times was Michael swango. Definitely eerie when you look at all the stuff he did to patients. Also didn't know until later but he lived right down the street from a friend for a short time. Most likely I was never in danger but still eerie to think about

This was years ago. The guy who was the deli manager of a local supermarket I frequented was arrested for killing 3 prostitutes! Just scary!!!!

I used to go food shopping with my Mum as a child. The supermarket was only 10 minutes away from our house so we always walked there. On the way there, we would pass a row of houses on the main road.

One day, when I was about 8 or 9, I was trailing slowly behind my mum, when a man appeared at the door of one of these houses and gave me a big grin. He looked friendly, so I smiled back at him. His grin stretched wider and he lifted his arm and beckoned me with his finger. I instantly got a shiver down my spine, quickly caught up with my mum and grabbed her hand.

I remember that the man looked exactly like the actor James Callis (who played Bridget's gay friend in Bridget Jones's Diary). When I first watched the film, I thought that James was the man I saw at the door. He still creeps me out a little to this day, whenever I see him on TV.

Not really brushes. My ex Neighbor's Mother was murdered. While her Daughter was out shopping her Mom stayed in the Car. Some bastard shot her and stole her Purse.Her daughter found her in the Car slumped over. It took a few years but they finally found who did it. She and her daughter were the first people I met moving here. They both were very sweet. Her Mother was in her 70's

The Summer we moved we ate at a restaurant. A girl in her early 20's was our Waitress. Around mid December she went missing. 5 plus years later she hasn't been found. A Husband and Wife are currently in Jail for her disappearence. They refuse to talk. The trials were very lengthy.

https://i.imgur.com/c2J1BNY.jpg

https://www.reddit.com/r/serialkillers/comments/gknp15/ted_bundy_dated_someone_who_used_to_live_in_my/

I'm a little jealous?

Did you watch the interview with that Woman and her Daughter a few weeks back? There was a also a 6-7 part special on YouTube.

These are definitely some terrifying stories. Glad I didn't start to read this thread before going to bed last night! :eek: :eek: :eek:

Not really brushes. My ex Neighbor's Mother was murdered. While her Daughter was out shopping her Mom stayed in the Car. Some bastard shot her and stole her Purse.Her daughter found her in the Car slumped over. It took a few years but they finally found who did it. She and her daughter were the first people I met moving here. They both were very sweet. Her Mother was in her 70's

The Summer we moved we ate at a restaurant. A girl in her early 20's was our Waitress. Around mid December she went missing. 5 plus years later she hasn't been found. A Husband and Wife are currently in Jail for her disappearence. They refuse to talk. The trials were very lengthy.
Heather Elvis?

My friend and I both lived on Race Street in Philadelphia during college. I used to go to her apartment all the time to study; years later I found out it was the apartment below Ira Einhorn's, where Holly Maddux's blood had dripped down through the ceiling.

At my first real job, they hired a guy who I thought was just really weird and creepy; we nicknamed him Buffalo Bill. One day the police came and served him with a protection from abuse order from his estranged wife, she claimed he was stalking her. Years later, after they divorced, she was arrested for shooting and killing her new boyfriend.

Lastly, an ex-boyfriend from high school is an unsolved murder victim from 2002 in my hometown.

I lived in MD near DC when I was a teenager, and in 2002, I missed the first DC Sniper shooting death by about 10 minutes. I drove by the location to get to school right after it took place. I noticed an Ambulance, a couple cop cars, and a bunch of commotion in front of the store, but I didn't think anything of it. Sadly, such a thing was not an unfamiliar sight in MD and DC.

It wasn't until I got to school and classes were underway that we'd heard there were a series of shootings in the area.

I wasn't in danger, but its still scary to think that I missed being in the area of a murder by just a few minutes.

I've been approached by people before out in public "needing help". They will ask for money mostly. The thing is, they don't always look down and out. Sometimes they look very well off, even driving very nice cars. They will get upset in a minute if they get turned down. I had one get upset with me and say that he "wasn't a bum" and showed me a deposit slip where he just deposited over $3,000 in the bank. However, it wasn't available for cash withdrawal for another 24 hours. And if I would be so kind as to "loan" him some cash, if I returned to that parking lot the very next day, he would pay me back. I said no dice and walked away and he got mad and a few minutes later was trying it with someone else, surprise surprise. I don't think that any of them are murderers or anything, but the way they get upset when they are turned down is kind of an unsettling.

Not really a brush so to speak as I don't know who did this and was a child at the time, but a good family friend was murdered. My mom was the last person to see him alive and he lived on a very weird property.

This person was my parents marijuana dealer back in the day before it was legal in Colorado. He also dealt harder stuff to other folks who wanted it but my parents didn't do that, just pot. My mom had met him through delivery driving paint supplies to his business and had become friends after she helped his dog get better. Someone had doused the dog in some kind of cleaner and it was a bad situation. My mom stopped by every day for weeks to help that puppy heal and that's how they became friends.

I used to go visit with my mom and sometimes all of us would go to his place for barbecues and whatnot with probably some interesting people. No one was ever unkind to me, despite the fact that they were probably into some not so great stuff.

After our friend was murdered, detectives showed up. Now, no one wears a cheap ugly suit like that unless they're a detective.Even I knew who they were thanks to being an unsolved mysteries/forensic files fan. My mom agreed to tell them everything and had to go to his house and show them the rooms that were concealed with plants growing in them. She did her best to help but as of now his murder is unsolved and has been since 2000. If any of ya'll are in Colorado or have ever driven by the American Furniture on i25 and seen a weird little house back up on a hill, well that's where it happened.

My mom passed away almost three years ago and she never knew what happened. She missed him every day, as he was a genuinely good human despite the drugs. He never carried a weapon and was kind. I still check the CBI cold case database on occasion for news, and a part of me is happy my mom now gets to know what happened since I assume he's hanging out with her in whatever part of the afterlife they're chilling in.

Bumped. Let's get some more. I LOVE these!

We had a mass murder event here last year:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2020_Nova_Scotia_attacks
Of note is where the killer was finally shot and killed: I was planning on taking my then 11 month old on a morning drive in that area and actually planned on stopping at that exact Gas Station before heading home for lunch. There is a VERY good chance I would have been there right at that exact time.

I decided at the last minute before leaving to get the news and saw there was a armed criminal on the loose in the region and decided to stay in just in case. I had no idea what actually happened until hours later.

I'm not sure this counts but I was supposed to accompany a friend to a trip to Florida. He ended up dying in the Orlando nightclub shooting in Pulse. I am positive I would have been with him, but I decided to stay home at the last minute because I landed a job interview I did not want to miss out on.

It's funny one small decision can change the trajectory of your life.

I'm not sure this counts but I was supposed to accompany a friend to a trip to Florida. He ended up dying in the Orlando nightclub shooting in Pulse. I am positive I would have been with him, but I decided to stay home at the last minute because I landed a job interview I did not want to miss out on.

It's funny one small decision can change the trajectory of your life.

Sorry to hear the news about your friend infinityluxe :(

The Pulse nightclub shooting was such a sickening and cowardly crime.

Hope that POS shooter is burning in hell.

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The most disturbing encounter I have had was on a lonely 2 lane highway out west. There were very few cars on the road as evening fell and I was driving alone.

At some point I notice a pair of headlights coming behind me, the car they belong to is some older large sedan. It catches up to me and then just rides behind me for about 10 miles. Mind you, there are plenty of wide open passing opportunities they don't bother to take, instead they just sit right on my bumper.

Finally they pass and go around me and go on down the road ahead of me and I don't think anything of it.

About 10 miles later, now that it is close to totally dark, I pass by a side road and as soon as I am past a pair of bright headlights hit me from behind. I'm not sure if the lights were off until I passed or not, but I suspect they may have been. Anyway, this car pulls off the side road and races right up behind me. And sure enough, its the same one that passed me earlier.

At this point I'm beginning to think something is up, they passed me, only to pull off the road and seemingly wait for me to come by again, that's not good. We drove along about 5 miles like that with them riding my bumper and with their high beams on. Then a passing zone (one with 3 lanes, 2 for us to use and one for the other traffic) comes along, and they don't pull out to pass.

At this point I am concerned because by all rights they should be pulling out to pass me now and instead they are just riding behind me. I think I dropped a bit of speed to see if it would push them over, it did not. Then just as we are getting signs that the passing zone is about to end they pull into the other lane, speed up, and barely get by me as the lane ends, basically cutting me off in the process.

By the second time they passed I could not really get a good look at them, though I was definitely looking over that direction, half expecting to be run off the road. After they passed the second time I did not see that car again, it just drove off ahead of me, probabally on a different route once we crossed the state line.

I still don't know if it was just an inattentive driver, maybe that stopped to look at a map or something and just happened to pull out behind me, or if they were up to something.

I will say it reminds me of a few unsolved mysteries segments.

Mine isn't much of a story but one time when I was about 8 I was shopping with my mom and saw a guy who gave me the creeps. He was super tall and had ambervision glasses (like that guy who "checked the milk" in that one episode! :eek:) He was wearing a tan coat and I ran away from him because something about him just seemed evil. I don't know if he was, but better safe than sorry!

Woah!

A few years ago, a man ran up to me in a grocery store and claimed he thought I was his ex-girlfriend. I said, no, I'm not her. "Well you look just like her. I have pictures of her in my car. Come out with me and I'll show you the picture."

Um, no (and I walked away) ... I thought he could be a predator and it was such an odd thing to try to get a woman out to his car. Could not have been legit.

Um, no (and I walked away) ... I thought he could be a predator and it was such an odd thing to try to get a woman out to his car. Could not have been legit.

Anytime your "spidey sense" starts going off, there's probably a good reason why.

Never had any brush ins with Murderers but here is a story I would like to share. I used to work with a guy back in 2007 that served in the Military in same Platoon as Timothy McVeigh and Terry Nichols. He showed me an early picture of his platoon and there was him and Timothy McVeigh in their military uniforms. He became good friends with them and still communicated with them after they served in the Military. He told me a little after the time when the Oklahoma bombing occurred, he was one of the several men detained in Michigan for questioning and released. When he told me that, I remember as a kid watching that segment of the news where they did arrest a bunch of people after that bombing occurred. What's crazy is he also told me his wife would bake cookies and He would mail those cookies to Timothy McVeigh in a prison in Colorado. He told me he believed Timothy McVeigh was innocent until the moment he said 168 to 1. I was thinking WTF, you believed he was innocent until his last words? Not all the evidence before that?

A few years ago, a man ran up to me in a grocery store and claimed he thought I was his ex-girlfriend. I said, no, I'm not her. "Well you look just like her. I have pictures of her in my car. Come out with me and I'll show you the picture."

Um, no (and I walked away) ... I thought he could be a predator and it was such an odd thing to try to get a woman out to his car. Could not have been legit.

Thankfully you didn’t go. Ted Bundy used to get women to his car/van before he’d knock them out with a crowbar and drive off with them. But he’d use a fake injury to get their sympathy so their guard would be down.

But this guy you saw…he’s a total moron if he thinks women are going to fall for (or even care) about pictures of an alleged ex-girlfriend.

Anytime your "spidey sense" starts going off, there's probably a good reason why.

My spidey senses were all tingling. Why would a man have actual photographs of his ex-girlfriend in his car anyway? It was freaky. LOL :rolleyes:

I had a friend in college who got into some kind of dispute with another person, probably an acquaintace over something and shot him to death. I didnt know anything about it (havent seen him in 30 years except online), but he was exonerated as self defense and put the aquittal or whatever legal paper online to show it was self defense and he wasnt a killer. If it was true self defense, to me he isnt a killer. But he killed someone.

OK this one is odd. About a year after Andrew Cunanan's murder spree I met someone at a park that freaked the crap out of me. My sister and I lived with one another at the time and whenever she's have a guy, over I'd sneak out of the house and hang out at a park that was about a mile away from our place. And this particular night I was hanging out at a picnic table, reading a book (I was in college at the time) and this guy comes up and sit's down right next to me and wants to chat with me. He all of a sudden starts talking about Andrew Cunanan and how he idolized the guy. He said he fantasized about meeting him and sleeping with him. (Cunanan was dead and I didn't ask if he meant alive or dead) He talked about how interesting it would be to just kill random people or select certain people and kill them. I was truly freaked out with this guy. He literally gave me the creeps. I quickly made an excuse and got the hell out of there. To this day it's probably the creepiest experience I've ever had and I question what could have happened if I had not quickly gotten out of there.

Yikes.

I used to be a state probation officer 30 years ago and wrote the presentence investigation reports for people convicted of felonies. To do this I would be locked in a small holding cell for an hour or two with inmates so I could get their background for my report. I had the occasion to interview many people convicted of murder.

The thing that struck me about them was their lives were different from the rest of us. Even the ones who "snapped" had a difficult life. Previously I had wondered what made someone kill when they were aware of the potential consequences (life without parole). I concluded that these people just had lost emotional and rational control over their lives and just couldn't stop themselves. They were just overwhelmed by emotion, so that the cost/benefit analysis that the rest of us perform just wasn't there.

And I would put the convicted rapists and serial pedophiles in this category too. Anyone who could do something so terrible to another human being. I couldn't really distinguish the murderers from being different from them.

Never had a client from UM, but one client was a guest on Sally Jessy Raphael.

Last year in high school, there was a guy that hung around a lot of guys I knew. I never liked him. But we played street hockey and I can remember getting into a fight with him. It started with some slashes with our sticks. Then a bit of pushing and shoving. I never liked him, he was trashy, just that eerie feeling about him.

Two years later he and two other gang members - he was REALLY hanging around the wrong crowd - chase a guy in a park that was a rival gang member and they stab him to death. He served some time and then got out (it wasn't 1st degree murder), but I never forgot him.

OK this one is odd. About a year after Andrew Cunanan's murder spree I met someone at a park that freaked the crap out of me. My sister and I lived with one another at the time and whenever she's have a guy, over I'd sneak out of the house and hang out at a park that was about a mile away from our place. And this particular night I was hanging out at a picnic table, reading a book (I was in college at the time) and this guy comes up and sit's down right next to me and wants to chat with me. He all of a sudden starts talking about Andrew Cunanan and how he idolized the guy. He said he fantasized about meeting him and sleeping with him. (Cunanan was dead and I didn't ask if he meant alive or dead) He talked about how interesting it would be to just kill random people or select certain people and kill them. I was truly freaked out with this guy. He literally gave me the creeps. I quickly made an excuse and got the hell out of there. To this day it's probably the creepiest experience I've ever had and I question what could have happened if I had not quickly gotten out of there.

Just chilling!!

This is not a murder story, just a creep story. I've had a number of people coming around my house claiming to be from some service provider that I use and asking all kinds of personal questions and wanting information they would obviously know if they were from that company. With one of them, I looked up the state license number and it was bogus. My family and I told them to go away. They may have been just scamming, but you never know. Oh, and none of them drove up in a professional truck of any kind.

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