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re: What was the scariest “We need to leave… now” gut feeling that you’ve ever experienced?
Posted on 7/3/24 at 11:13 am to Underdog76
Posted on 7/3/24 at 11:13 am to Underdog76
Actually last Saturday. Wasn't scared per se, but just creeped the f out.
I went hiking on a boardwalk through a swamp that is close to my home. I pulled up to the parking lot, and there is this dude that appeared to be in his 60s or so leaning against the fence. He appeared to be on the phone with ear buds in. As I am walking to the boardwalk, I noticed him trail behind me. Thought it was kind of weird, but didn't think that much into it.
As I am leaning over the rails trying to spot wildlife, he approaches me and asks me what I am looking for. I told him, and he seemed to be interested in spotting wildlife as well. He ended up tagging along with me, and a fairly normal convo was struck up along the way. I wanted to walk on the boardwalk by myself in solitude, but being the friendly person that I am, it wasn't that big of a deal.
I noticed that he would mutter things under his breath in between conversation. I couldn't hear what he was saying. I figured he had some kind of mental illness, but he seemed harmless enough.
I also noticed that when I would lean over the rail to look into the swamp, he would also lean over, but he would get closer to me than a complete stranger should. Again, naïve as I may have been, I didn't think much of it.
I also noticed him putting his hands near his waste, suspiciously close to his crotch, but I didn't stare, and I assumed that he was just pulling his pants up or something. After what transpired, I'm not so sure he wasn't playing with himself.
He tagged along with me close to the end of the boardwalk when I spotted a newly sprouted mushroom, and I mentioned that the mushroom had just popped up. He muttered under his breath in response, but this time I heard what he said: "I wish yours would pop up." I was shocked at this, and promptly turned around and began walking quickly back down the boardwalk back to my car. Before I could get some good distance between the two of us, he asked me if I biked. I said no. He said that he "was just wondering how I got the "rock-hard calves that I had." (I do not have exceptional calves-they are pretty normal lol)
At that point I went into a very fast pace and pretty quickly lost him, and made it back to my car.
Was one of the most uncomfortable, awkward, and disturbing things I have ever experienced. wtf is wrong with people. Great way to get your head caved in in the deep south.
I went hiking on a boardwalk through a swamp that is close to my home. I pulled up to the parking lot, and there is this dude that appeared to be in his 60s or so leaning against the fence. He appeared to be on the phone with ear buds in. As I am walking to the boardwalk, I noticed him trail behind me. Thought it was kind of weird, but didn't think that much into it.
As I am leaning over the rails trying to spot wildlife, he approaches me and asks me what I am looking for. I told him, and he seemed to be interested in spotting wildlife as well. He ended up tagging along with me, and a fairly normal convo was struck up along the way. I wanted to walk on the boardwalk by myself in solitude, but being the friendly person that I am, it wasn't that big of a deal.
I noticed that he would mutter things under his breath in between conversation. I couldn't hear what he was saying. I figured he had some kind of mental illness, but he seemed harmless enough.
I also noticed that when I would lean over the rail to look into the swamp, he would also lean over, but he would get closer to me than a complete stranger should. Again, naïve as I may have been, I didn't think much of it.
I also noticed him putting his hands near his waste, suspiciously close to his crotch, but I didn't stare, and I assumed that he was just pulling his pants up or something. After what transpired, I'm not so sure he wasn't playing with himself.
He tagged along with me close to the end of the boardwalk when I spotted a newly sprouted mushroom, and I mentioned that the mushroom had just popped up. He muttered under his breath in response, but this time I heard what he said: "I wish yours would pop up." I was shocked at this, and promptly turned around and began walking quickly back down the boardwalk back to my car. Before I could get some good distance between the two of us, he asked me if I biked. I said no. He said that he "was just wondering how I got the "rock-hard calves that I had." (I do not have exceptional calves-they are pretty normal lol)
At that point I went into a very fast pace and pretty quickly lost him, and made it back to my car.
Was one of the most uncomfortable, awkward, and disturbing things I have ever experienced. wtf is wrong with people. Great way to get your head caved in in the deep south.
This post was edited on 7/3/24 at 11:46 am
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Posted on 7/3/24 at 11:15 am to Funky Tide 8
Yikes, that is scary.
Posted on 7/3/24 at 11:17 am to GreenRockTiger
Then the story of the first time I met Rummy would absolutely terrify you
Posted on 7/3/24 at 11:24 am to OWLFAN86
I quit walking in my neighborhood bc I’ve been followed twice last year.
One time a guy was on a bike - I guess he wasn’t familiar with my neighborhood bc I zigzagged through but he’d catch up
Luckily my older son who is a pretty big guy met me and the dude took off. The younger son was at the house with the shot gun ready
The other guy was like ‘hey pretty lady where you going?’ And he reached out to grab me but I ran home - I was half a block away. Not sure if he followed me. I didn’t look. He may have been drunk or high or something.
One time a guy was on a bike - I guess he wasn’t familiar with my neighborhood bc I zigzagged through but he’d catch up
Luckily my older son who is a pretty big guy met me and the dude took off. The younger son was at the house with the shot gun ready
The other guy was like ‘hey pretty lady where you going?’ And he reached out to grab me but I ran home - I was half a block away. Not sure if he followed me. I didn’t look. He may have been drunk or high or something.
This post was edited on 7/3/24 at 11:28 am
Posted on 7/3/24 at 11:26 am to Underdog76
Driving to Jackson Barracks pre-Katrina, and I was in a military convoy. Felt like I was in Mogadishu as I looked down most of the streets off St. Claude Ave.
Posted on 7/3/24 at 11:27 am to lowhound
quote:before the storm?
pre-Katrina
Posted on 7/3/24 at 11:28 am to Underdog76
Was in Paris last summer. Buddy's wife wanted to go to the big flea market to buy some fake designer purses. We get over there by subway and walking out of the station was like walking into downtown Mogadishu. Not that big of a deal. I have been around the world.
Things were fine. The place is blocks upon blocks of alleyway wide rows and the booths are like storage sheds with roll up doors. All of a sudden there was a shift in chatter and then vendors started throwing goods into their sheds and rolling the doors down. Not one or two but all of them.
I don't know if it was a police raid, gang shite or an anticipated attack of some sort. I looked at my buddy and his wife, who haven't traveled and are pretty naive, and said "we are leaving right NOW!" We got to the Main Street and grabbed a taxi. Driver hauled arse out of the neighborhood. Whatever was going on, it was apparent he was aware of it.
Things were fine. The place is blocks upon blocks of alleyway wide rows and the booths are like storage sheds with roll up doors. All of a sudden there was a shift in chatter and then vendors started throwing goods into their sheds and rolling the doors down. Not one or two but all of them.
I don't know if it was a police raid, gang shite or an anticipated attack of some sort. I looked at my buddy and his wife, who haven't traveled and are pretty naive, and said "we are leaving right NOW!" We got to the Main Street and grabbed a taxi. Driver hauled arse out of the neighborhood. Whatever was going on, it was apparent he was aware of it.
Posted on 7/3/24 at 11:29 am to Underdog76
Growing up in New Orleans, these kind of moments are just something that occur semi-frequently.
In college during Mardi Gras, a friend and I drunkenly got on the wrong bus headed back uptown from the quarter (pre-Uber days) and ended up dropped off in the kill-zone of Central city around 1 am.
Once we realized where we were, it’s like we sobered up about 60% and said almost in unison “we should run.” We sprinted south towards St. Charles for what seemed like 20 minutes. I never ran faster before or since
In college during Mardi Gras, a friend and I drunkenly got on the wrong bus headed back uptown from the quarter (pre-Uber days) and ended up dropped off in the kill-zone of Central city around 1 am.
Once we realized where we were, it’s like we sobered up about 60% and said almost in unison “we should run.” We sprinted south towards St. Charles for what seemed like 20 minutes. I never ran faster before or since
Posted on 7/3/24 at 11:29 am to Underdog76
We lived in the middle of a grassy field thirty years ago. One spring, it hadn't rained for weeks, and a neighbor accidentally started a grass fire in the middle of his field when his mower caught on fire. We didn't have cell phones back then, and he had to run back to his house, which was quite far away (and he was old). Grass fires spread quickly, and it probably got to our field before he got back to his house.
I was inside taking care of our children and didn't realize there was a problem until I saw smoke billowing outside the window. My husband had just come home from work, ran inside, and told me to grab the kids (5, 3, and 1) and run while he called 911. I ran to my grandmother's house next door which was far enough away to be safe. Thankfully there was a tree and bush lined fence next to the house which slowed the fire, but watching from my grandmother's place, there were times when I couldn't see the house for the smoke. It took three firetrucks to get the field under control. Thankfully, my house wasn't damaged.
I was inside taking care of our children and didn't realize there was a problem until I saw smoke billowing outside the window. My husband had just come home from work, ran inside, and told me to grab the kids (5, 3, and 1) and run while he called 911. I ran to my grandmother's house next door which was far enough away to be safe. Thankfully there was a tree and bush lined fence next to the house which slowed the fire, but watching from my grandmother's place, there were times when I couldn't see the house for the smoke. It took three firetrucks to get the field under control. Thankfully, my house wasn't damaged.
Posted on 7/3/24 at 11:30 am to DesScorp
quote:
Everything is screaming “Get.Out”
Never ever ignore those instincts.
Posted on 7/3/24 at 11:31 am to GreenRockTiger
quote:
‘hey pretty lady where you going?’ And he reached out to grab me
sounds he may have been blind and needed help
And before you ask how could he know you were there if he was blind he
heard your hooves scraping the ground
Lucky he didn't ask you if you had any fish for sale
glad you're ok
This post was edited on 7/3/24 at 11:32 am
Posted on 7/3/24 at 11:33 am to OWLFAN86
In high school, one of my buddies found this place in Chicago that made fake ID's. What he didn't tell us before we got in the car was where it was located.
It was located in the projects near Cabrini Green under an L-train station and was the deepest adventure into the hood I have ever been in 57 years. We parked the car on the street and there aren't any other crackers around for miles. We get to the little photo shop and then the L train arrives and unloads. We are the only three white people amongst a growing crowd of hundreds of the locals. And then, they noticed us and started threatening us.
Thought we were going to get severely beaten or killed that day. We made it out with a lot of escorts following us to our car.
It was located in the projects near Cabrini Green under an L-train station and was the deepest adventure into the hood I have ever been in 57 years. We parked the car on the street and there aren't any other crackers around for miles. We get to the little photo shop and then the L train arrives and unloads. We are the only three white people amongst a growing crowd of hundreds of the locals. And then, they noticed us and started threatening us.
Thought we were going to get severely beaten or killed that day. We made it out with a lot of escorts following us to our car.
This post was edited on 7/3/24 at 11:35 am
Posted on 7/3/24 at 11:34 am to Tommy Noble
quote:not really - I grew up in NOLA too and I only remember getting really scaresd twice
Growing up in New Orleans, these kind of moments are just something that occur semi-frequently.
Posted on 7/3/24 at 11:34 am to tide06
Woke up early back in 2005 and turned on the TV to see that hurricane Laura had turned north and was heading straight for Lake Charles. Hit the road north 2 hours later and spent the next 14 hours trying to get to Shreveport.
Posted on 7/3/24 at 11:34 am to Underdog76
I and several friends were squirrel hunting around Lake Sardis back in the early 2000's. We had been hunting all day and made it to the very top of Lake Sardis. We were standing under a large oak tree in a low spot near the lake which was dry where we were. We all heard a very deep, low, long guttural growl from nearby. It was the kind of growl that you can feel reverberate in your own chest. Think the T. Rex in Jurassic Park type growl. Every hair on my body stood on end.
We all had shotguns, but that didn't make a difference to our fight or flight decision. Without saying much of a word between us, we got the hell out of there in a very brisk walk to where we thought the closest road was and thumbed a ride with an old man in a pickup truck back to our truck.
Second to that:
I took a wrong turn and got turned around and lost in Orange Mound in Memphis when the sun was going down. Just a college kid in a pickup truck driving around the deepest of hoods. As the sun set, people started coming out their front doors staring at me trying to find my way out. I finally found a way out, but not before placing my 1911 in my lap and passing people standing at the end of their walks staring me down as I tried to manage my way out of there in desperation.
We all had shotguns, but that didn't make a difference to our fight or flight decision. Without saying much of a word between us, we got the hell out of there in a very brisk walk to where we thought the closest road was and thumbed a ride with an old man in a pickup truck back to our truck.
Second to that:
I took a wrong turn and got turned around and lost in Orange Mound in Memphis when the sun was going down. Just a college kid in a pickup truck driving around the deepest of hoods. As the sun set, people started coming out their front doors staring at me trying to find my way out. I finally found a way out, but not before placing my 1911 in my lap and passing people standing at the end of their walks staring me down as I tried to manage my way out of there in desperation.
This post was edited on 7/3/24 at 12:51 pm
Posted on 7/3/24 at 11:34 am to OWLFAN86
quote:
sounds he may have been blind and needed help
probably, I’m so mean and terrible Posted on 7/3/24 at 11:35 am to mikelbr
I worked a second job in college for an Italian joint that sold pizzas and sandwiches.
I was young and poor and therefore lived in a cheap (read crappy) part of town, but the Italian place was across the street (literally by a gas station in a strip center) and it paid cash nightly so it worked for me then.
But man, some of the places you have to go can get *really* scary.
I was young and poor and therefore lived in a cheap (read crappy) part of town, but the Italian place was across the street (literally by a gas station in a strip center) and it paid cash nightly so it worked for me then.
But man, some of the places you have to go can get *really* scary.
Posted on 7/3/24 at 11:41 am to GreenRockTiger
Everyone’s experience will vary obviously. I know plenty of people from there who would agree with me.
Posted on 7/3/24 at 11:44 am to Underdog76
I don't have that feeling often. I'm in one of the worst parts of NOLA east right now taking a break. I'm out here often.
Posted on 7/3/24 at 11:46 am to Underdog76
November 1965 Da Nang S Vietnam, watching Thunder ball, massive Morter Attack
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