I’ve been reflecting today on the several unsettling encounters I’ve had while walking around my neighborhood in the past year. I realize none of them are quite as creepy as most of the other stories on here, but figured I’d share anyway.

The first was the very, very large man whose face I couldn’t make out (but who I definitely didn’t know) who growled “fuck you” at me from across the street late at night.

Then there was the guy around my own age (25) who followed me down the street in his car because he wouldn’t believe that I wasn’t “Dan,” a kid who had apparently snuck out of his house a few blocks away. Granted I look kinda young, but I’m still an adult male, and clearly not a kid.

And the creepiest, to me, was the time that the wall of bushes I was walking past started rustling, a guy popped out, stared at me, said “sorry,” then slowly sauntered away down the middle of the street.

Good times