Who is the scariest/creepiest human you’ve encountered?

1. I saw Jay Leno the other day in a fancy old convertible, eating a hot dog. He's not creepy but his head is ridiculous looking. He was like a parade float.
   — MACKSBEE


2. An acquaintance from high school and I met up one night to discuss holding an intervention for a mutual friend. He ended up running his hands over me, whispering, "Slice, slice, slice, slice, slice, slice, slice...Slice... You know, normally when I think about killing people I do it with seven cuts. I'd do eight cuts with you, and I like that symmetry." He later apologized with a note a friend passed on to me, also mentioning that he started taking medication since that night. I forgive him but I still really don't want to be in the same building as him. I always leave if I see him.
   — neurotica_9000


3. Good question. For me the creepiest human would be when I visited Copenhagen. I was in the Metro subway and he asked me for money. I didn't have an change so I apologised and said no. He lingered around after this and wouldn't go away. He then proceeded to follow us. Once I hurried down the escalator, I looked up and he was stood there looking down at me while I descended. He put his fingers to his head and motioned a gun action. Luckily nothing happened after that but it made me feel really uncomfortable.
   — dino-claw






4. Visiting Atlanta and went to see a Hawks game. Walking to the arena, pass through a park where a man is screaming at his lungs "The wheels on the bus go zap zap zap..." as he triggered a haldheld taser in time with the song. He was walking towards and past groups of people obviously trying to scare them. He was quite successful. If he wasn't mentally unstable, he sure was great at acting.
   — akowz


5. I was in a holding area for minors that needed to be taken out of society for a few days. It was one room with a couch, a TV and a table and chairs. It was nice. Met a girl and she asked me to braid her hair. I was braiding her hair and asked her why she was there. Some kids were there for drug withdrawals, physically fighting a parent, or suicide. She said she got caught planning a school shooting and gave me a detailed rundown on how her friends and her were going to try to take out as many kids as possible then kill themselves.
   — ChilledButter13


6. Was driving past a military base near where I live, on my way up to some lights at a junction. As I did, this guy dressed top to toe in black ran out into the path of my car. Luckily I wasn't going fast and so slammed everything on. So far, nothing creepy, just idiotic. What was very unsettling was he then mimed - pretty perfectly I think - firing a rifle at me slow time through the windscreen, all the while staring at me without blinking. Then he turned on his heel and walked off like nothing had happened. Needless to say, I was a bit shaken. Got home, called the police who were very understanding and recorded it. I got a call back from the Military Police of the base who were understandably concerned that it was either someone considering attacking a soldier or, god forbid, one of their own on the verge of going crazy. They reviewed the CCTV from the street and to everyone's relief it turned out he wasn't military or ex military, just a local guy off his nut on Xbox, drugs or alcohol, or all three. The MPs said they had a good laugh watching him "tactically advance" his way along the entire road, jumping into bushes, commando rolling behind parked cars etc. The local police caught up with him a few days later and gave him a word of warning. Didn't hear anything else after that.
   — rosesandlilies87






7. Was in the Navy, had Brig duty. There was a trainee that had been 2 weeks from graduating A school in an intelligence field with 2nd level security clearance. He got caught with a fucking meth lab in his barracks room. . . Seriously. On a training command base. It was noticed when he carried a propane tank from a taxi to his barracks room on security camera by the PO on duty that mid-watch (nightshift). Apparently when he got raided he ‘ate’ some evidence. Wouldn’t tell anyone what it was he had ate at first, at least until he ‘blacked out’ and started going in and out of consciousness . Finally admits it was meth and acid.... From that point on he was quite literally insane. Though, to do any of that to begin with would mean he was already ‘not all there’. — Post addition per PM/DM: - This male individual never regained full functionality of what a person would consider ‘normality’. By the time I last associated with others on duty with him, last I heard was he was in a complicated process of both legal and medical issues. From what I can tell is he was getting a lot of shit and a lot of compassion from different parts of the service. Nobody excused his mistakes, but there was great effort put forth to ensure that he was well maintained and not swept under the rug prior to his ultimate dismissal into civil courts. - The thing civilians might not know is there are both military and civil courts, and if you commit a crime while in the military (USA) you can be tried in both parts if so presented. So, (this is purely speculation on hearsay accounts*) odds are he was tried and sentenced to short term holding til dismissal unto civil courts (?), forgive my nomenclature for those actually affiliated with law. - Additionally, the reasoning for the Acid labeling is assumed to be due to the government tests on the subject half a century ago. That’s only conjecture though, as we weren’t their physicians, only guards.
   — StPariah


8. I used to work for a futon company in College. I delivered and set up a futon to a guy in a rather nice high rise. He met us down stairs and instantly the creep factor was through the roof. The guy was medium height with a frail frame. He was about the palest human being I've ever met with long gray unkept hair. This was in a city along the gulf coast where it is shorts weather year long. You would really have to try to be as pale as this guy. You would have to avoid the sun at every possible opportunity. He looked like a vampire! He stank of cigarettes like no one else I've met. He spoke very little and could tell wanted us gone as soon as humanly possible. He leads us to his apartment and inside we find no furniture and lots of barbie dolls. I mean hundreds of them. He had no bookshelves or display furniture so they were just leaned up against the walls and on the counter tops etc... They were everywhere and again, not a bed, not an entertainment center, not a couch or even a chair. He also had a lot of Barbie accessories such as the corvette, I don't really recall all of it. He had to be there for some time at least because the apartment stank like you wouldn't believe of cigarettes, and all the curtains were drawn so that it was almost pitch black in there. It wasn't the fresh recently smoked cigarette smell either. It was the musty stink that had sunk in the walls and carpet. The kind of stink that you won't get out, you'll just have to replace everything. How long had he lived there like that?!? He was very sheepish and not comfortable with us being there and neither were we. My partner and I assembled his futon and got the hell out of there! The odd thing was the high rise was a pretty nice bit of real estate. It wasn't luxury but very nice. It had to be expensive to live there. How does a guy like that have the money to live in a place like that?!?
   — Biker93


9. When I was little I was riding the escalator down to the subway when a man next to me reached into his jacket while saying “ hey kid I got something for you” My mom thought he was going to pull out a gun but instead he pulled out balloons and pump and made me a ballon animal. He was a clown, he wasn’t working that day but he still carried around balloons because why the fuck not?? Edit: He wasn’t being creepy on purpose but it still scared me at the time.
   — baroker






10. A friend of a friend started hanging out with our group of friends. He was very good looking and outgoing and all the girls liked him, except me. He made me very uncomfortable. I had no reason to feel that way, as he was always perfectly pleasant and never said or did anything wrong. I just took an instant dislike to him. About 4-5 months in to him hanging out with us, he asked a girl at our party to take him to get cigarettes. She did and when they didn't return, everyone thought they were just hooking up. Oh, they hooked up alright. She was found in a farmer's field early the next morning in her car, freezing. Barely alive. He had beaten, raped her and half bit off one of her ears. Her girly bits were mangled because after he raped her, he used a knife as a dildo. She was in the hospital for a month and could never have kids. He went to jail and 25 years later, I run into her sometimes. She is married and seems pretty happy. I have no idea what it took to get her to this point, but I'm happy that she was able to move forward.
    — katgib13


11. This happened to my brother ~23 years ago, not me, but it still freaks me out when I think about it. He was about 12 or 13 and angry at our parents for whatever reason, so he decided to walk a couple miles to a gas station/little store. It was about 8 o'clock at night and our neighborhood wasn't too bad - usually safe. Well, he's walking down a side street and an old beat up van pulls up right beside him and stops. The driver slides open the side door and calls my brother over. As an adult he later said it smelled like sulphur and copper mixed together and made him sick to his stomach. This creepy, greasy, middle-aged guy says to him, "Check this out." So brother peaks behind him and is shocked to find a passed out, naked lady tied at the wrists and ankles. The man whispers, "You wanna take a ride on her?" (or something like that - can't remember exact wording) and my bro snapped out of his shock, turned and ran straight to gas station where he called our parents. Our dad was pissed he had to drive 2 whole miles (OMG) to pick him up at 9 at night and would not listen to or believe his story, at all. Now my brother can be full of shit sometimes, I'll admit this, but I specifically remember a night Dad came home pissed and brother came home white as a ghost, shaking, and it looked like he'd been crying. Years later he told me what happened that night and he has a strange theory about the guy, but I won't go into it. He still hates our parents for not believing him and calling the police. And he still gets sick when he smells boiled eggs/sulphur-y smells. Tl;dr - ~23 years ago my 12/13 yr old brother ran off at night to the gas station/little store, had ceeepy guy in a van ask him if he wanted to "take a ride" on a passed out, tied up, naked woman in the back of the van. Parents didn't believe him. He still feels guilty and hates the smell of boiled eggs/sulphur.
    — TittieMilkTittieMilk


12. When i was in high school, about to turn 18, I was in our book store scoping out the recent edition of whatever nudey magazine I was going to buy for nudey magazine 18th bday. Noticed someone staring at me infrequently in a very obvious manner, thought nothing of it and kept going about my business, got coffee and bounced. Driving home, glanced in the rear view mirror and noticed the same dude in an older model Buick following me relatively close. Again, felt coincidental then a few more miles down the road the same car was right behind me...time to ditch the tail. Went into a grocery store parking lot, got out to go into a public place...when I got back into my truck with some random chit, Buick was waiting in the corner of the parking lot. Still a Coincidence? Not a chance...back in the damn truck to ditch the Buick still following me. Heart race going up thinking about dafuq to do...Drove out of the grocery store not towards home but a local police station and once there was a sign for police station that I'm guessing he noticed, he turned off. Always felt like I was being followed for years after that.
    — ichthyohead






13. I used to work with a guy who didn't have normal human reactions to things. He didn't nod as you spoke, say the usual,"uh huh", have regular facial expressions, anything. He just blankly stared at you. When you were done talking he sometimes wouldn't say anything, he would just turn and leave. The running joke was that he had a bunch of bodies buried in his basement. One day I walked by him and he stared at me as I walked by and didn't say shit. I got 20 feet away and he was in front of me again. Staring blankly. I was confused and turned around and he was still 20 feet away. I turned and he was still in front of me as well. HE HAD A FUCKIN TWIN. Just as creepy as him. Double the basement bodies.
    — Unicorncuddletime