ITT: Stories about dodgy and wierd people you've met

ITT: Stories about dodgy and wierd people you've met

Mine's not a good one but here it goes:
>be 16
>start new school, my countys version of "high school" i guess
>everyone has to introduce themselves
>most people just say their names, where they're from, their intrests etc
>one guy with in a trench coat with red and black hair stands up and says the following:

"My name is Eric Crucifix, I´ve been socially isolated by choice for 60 days. My only company have been this coin *shows some wierd looking coin*

>the following week he does not say a word to anyone
>until one day when they teacher is talking he simply stands up and loudly says "i must be going now" and walked out of class
>haven't seen him since

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bumping

> be me, first job working behind counter at clothes shop
> cool place to work, lots of social interaction I like it
> Old dude starts coming in, never says anything
> He just looks at all the clothes that are like 50 years to young for him
> I never go near him because he gives out such a freaky vibe
> Often find him leering at me, no idea why because I'm a dude
> One day he comes up to the counter
> Has angry look on his face, oh shit this won't be fun
> Asks me if I've experienced life
> Umm, sir I'm just here to sell clothes
> I've seen some shit, you young kids don't know the half of it
> Crickets
> I used to be in Vietnam, I've killed people
> Suddenly I'm wishing we had a panic button
> One day I walked in on this American general. He was fucking a kid. I put my gun right up to his head, I could have killed him right there and then. Do you think I should have done it?
> ????????
> Dude stares right into my eyes, my skin crawls
> Yep, she had her legs wrapped around him. I could have blown his head off while he was fucking her, his headless twitching body would've made her orgasm
> At this moment store manager walks out, she hears what he said
> GET. OUT. OF. THIS. STORE!
> she freaks the fuck out
> He runs out
> She is really shaken asks me how I'm doing
> Yeah I'm ok.
> Years later, that fucker still creeps me out

Also a good friend of mine has gone a bit weird.
Have to start ghosting him. His conversations arent life affirming and he's just had a stint in a psych ward. Dont feel safe around him. Like he could legitimately pull out a knife and stab me 739 times. Not feeling the love anymore.

>work at a food store
>see huge man stuffing meat into his pants
>tell secutiry guard (small female)
>she asks me to join her when taking the theif to a smaller room to wait for the police
>in the room the theif pulls off his shirts, exposing his tattoos
>theif yells "I'VE BEEN SCARED FOR LIFE"
>points to a tattoo that says "morning train"
>mumbles how he hates the morning train for the next few minutes until the cops takes him away

that place will fuck you up

He had to go. Just let him be.

A bit like a dog that doesn't want to live with you and goes to find another family.

>Computer sales person for best buy
>older dude (probably 50's) stands around for a while checking out computers
>ask him if he needs any help/me to answer any questions
>tells me I sound very well spoken for a young person
>thanks guy, can I help you with anything?
>pauses for a long time and stares into my soul
>asks me if I understand the teachings of karl marx
>yes
>asks me if I can explain them
>explain to him that in marx's view, capitalism is unsustainable and leads into socialism which after becoming refined over time leads to perfect utopian communism
>also add in that people speculate that communism fails because most countries try to skip that first part
>end with "but i don't personally believe that, capitalism leads to innovation and is only unsustainable when we let megacorporations legally monopolize the market by undercutting mom and pop businesses"
>realize i'm ranting at this man (am cyberpunk dystopian fanboy so that's my jam)
>apologize
>says "no it's ok, you'll know one day which is the right path"
>ok.jpg
>pauses for a moment and says i'm very handsome and educated for a man my age (was 20 at the time)
>whaat.. ".. thank you?"
>asks if I have a phone
>no (lie)
>oh ok well here's my business card user, take it and give me a call. We do meetups once a week with young, beautiful people like yourself to discuss the world and politics
>fucking what
>"y-yeah ok" -take card-
>or call if you ever just want to chat
>"um alright"
>and you better stop in for our discussions, it's what's best for you.. i'll know if you don't
>"yeah alright i've got other customers waiting though, i'll definitely give you a call (nope)"
>never see him again

Did I meet a communist predatory rapist?

>be hiking in the alps with friend and his girlfriend
>last day of trip we go back down to the city where we're taking our train back home
>we're there way too early so we decide to camp in some wooden cabin just outside of the city
>stay awake with buddy and drink a little, talk and eat noodles from camping cooker, his gf sleeps in the cabin
>old guy with cane strolls by and we don't think much of it, it's 22:00 at this point
>two hours later he turns up again and we figure he's just having a nights walk
>yet another three hours later he turns up again, and after he passes the cabin takes a step to the side behind the outer wall of the cabin
>i notice it and tell my friend in sign language to follow me, we both get up as silent as possible
>now you've got to take into account we're both kinda broad and possibly intimidating in the dark
>we both step behind the corner and find the weird guy standing next to the cabin visibly scared
>i ask him what he's doing there
>he mumbles something about how he thought that we were 14
>i answer "uhu"
>he mumbles something else and goes away, we decide to stay awake for the rest of the night
Nothing else happened, but that was one questionable as fuck thing to say.

lol´d

Working retail means you meet the freakiest people that your instinct tells you to steer clear off. But, unfortunately you HAVE to interact with them

You said you were going to call me, handsome

WHY DIDNT YOU CALL

Keep bumping, I have a good one about a landlord

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>Be college me
>getting first house with friends from HS
>see nice place on craigslist for cheap
>recognize large grey house with a sweet porch from pictures
>fuckinsweet.jpeg
>go to see it, landlord is weird as fuck
>gets out of a nicer SUV, but his suit looks like he got it from the thrift store
>super ill-fitting 90's style and wrinkled
>he's balding and super sweaty like a cartoon car salesman
>tells us to follow him and he proceeds to take us from in front of the gray house, into the back yard where there's a barney purple house in the yard that you couldn't see from the road (or in any of the craigslist pics)
>Spooky 50's styling, nothing is updated and most of it isn't painted
>Walk through entryway, 2 side bedrooms then the living room
>only furniture is an ENORMOUS flatscreen on the wall, a disgusting couch, a coffee table with a 4' bong on it in the living room and a lone lounge chair in one bedroom
>Landlord mutters something about the bong, keeps showing us around like its all normal
>keeps mentioning that several people still live in the house despite the lack of furniture
>go upstairs, 2 more bedrooms
>"where's the fifth bedroom?"
>takes him a minute to remember or something that there is another bedroom and bathroom
>takes us to mainlevel kitchen, sweating profusely
>opens a 3/4 size door to what I thought was a closet/pantry
>it's a super narrow, super long bathroom with a tiny shower
>have to walk through bathroom to get to the stairs to the basement bedroom, only way down and no windows
>wtfmate.zip
>he starts to seem real nervous so my friend asks if pets are allowed to break the tension
>"Huh? yeah, sure. What ya got? Cats are fine, I don't care just NEVER BRING A FUCKING FERRET INTO THIS HOUSE? FUCKING UNDERSTAND ME?!?!?!?
>nope the fuck out
>he calls six more times to say he's excited to have us live there
>no fucking way

I loled. It's legit scary that there are people out there like this

>>have to walk through bathroom to get to the stairs to the basement bedroom, only way down and no windows

did he look like this?

I've got another short one if people bump. I'm fairly convinced this guy is the angel of death

I'll give you a bump

>Seen him a few times, always seems to seek out the standing/ones at the back of the funeral and consoles them
>very old very black man (pic somewhat related, looks similar) with white hair
>His name? Virgil Toombs
>I've seen him 5 times - 3 at funerals in Denver, one ~40miles south of there, and one way up north near Wyoming
>Always appears out of nowhere, and moves very fast while talking super slow
>always feel relieved after he speaks to you, then he takes off and you don't see him again
>nice but weirds the fuck out of me because all of this has taken place over more than 10 years, and ol Virgil seems to always be there

What freaks me out is wondering if these people were ever normal? Or do they think they are normal?
What's the chance that in 40 years time I'm living my life thinking everything is sweet but all those who I come into contact with I freak the fuck out???

Tldr, are these guys self aware?

>Be me, a few years ago
>me and my mate in the pub for a drinking session
>some guy stood alone at the bar, wearing a dark suit
>my mate invites him over to join us
>wtf.ogg
>the guy, Joey, seems okay but starts to get on my nerves
>my mate thinks it's fine
>my other mate, a girl, shows up and joins us
>Joey thinks he's a real ladies man
>tries hitting on her, calling her 'sweetheart'
>fuckingcringe.wav
>turns out she can't stand Joey
>Joey ends up staying with us the whole fucking afternoon into the night
>leave about midnight
>mate gets a taxi, I walk as it's close by
>Joey walks with me
>asks where I live, tell him a street that isn't mine
>the guy must have said goodnight fucking 20 times
>didn't want to tell him to fuck off as didn't want to be a prick
>eventually go home, walking past my house at first to make sure he isn't following
>get home, smoke up, think nothing more of it
>FB message the next day (no idea why I gave him it)
>tells me he had a really good time with us but also he tried to commit suicide after he got home
>wtf.bmp
>he's acting like we're friends now because me and my mate took pity on him and I wasn't a dick to him
>immediately block him
>tell friends
>never see Joey again

The moral of the story is don't take pity on strangers in bars who are alone. There's a fucking reason they're on their own.

I'm going to apologise beforehand, I don't often greentext.

>Be me
>Only like 10 years old or something at the time
>Staying the night at my friend's place
>Don't be her older brother
>He's in highschool, not quite sure of the age looks about 15-16
>Friend tells me "My brother said he has a crush on you, user"
>Alrightythen.jpg

>FF to night time, we are in bed trying to fall asleep
>I hear her door slowly creak
>Without trying to make too much movement, I look over
>It's her brother
>I lay completely still because he creeps me out
>I hear my friend stir in bed and ask "What are you doing?"
>Brother quietly answers "I wanna talk to user."
>"Go away, she's sleeping." Friend replies
>I lay quietly in bed as they bicker back and forth, him begging her to wake me up
>"But I just wanna talk to her, alone." He keeps saying.
>I'm still pretending to be asleep because I'm afraid I'll have to confront him if I wake up.
>Friend is finally fed up, she gets up and drags her brother out of her room.
>I hear muffled arguing and a slamming door.
>Friend comes back in and quietly slips back into bed.
>Act like nothing ever happened in the morning.

Tfw my friend's older brother probably wanted to fuck a 10 year old.

bump for all anons still writing

>tells me he had a really good time with us but also he tried to commit suicide after he got home

Record scratch moment

Fucking tell me about it. I seriously don't get why he thought after a few hours of drinking in a public bar that we were suddenly friends and he could confide in me. He was also a drummer in some shitty cringe-tier punk bank and he was expected us to go to his gig. We said we'd see but obviously no intention of actually going. He cancelled it and said sorry to me as if I'd be disappointed.

>be 26, new to bartending
>shifty guy comes into pub with a crutch, walking all janky and acting twitchy
>don't want to be a bad host, but keeping an eye on him
>has a beer, orders some food and a whiskey
>goes out for a smoke, leaves his crutch
>now this shit worries me, i ask for his card but he doesn't have one (red flag ignored)
>but he's got food and half a beer and a whiskey to come back to
>also his crutch? he hobbles out and has a smoke, comes back in
>finishes his food, has another beer, goes out for another smoke, leaves crutch
>has to hobble off, so he'll def be back for that crutch
>15 min pass
>look outside, he's gone

tl;dr this nigga brought a fake crutch to hornswaggle me.

i voted to have it retired to our rafters as a reminder

> Be kid working cash register.
> Lady comes in buys her groceries
> She is real nervous
> Acts scared like the mafia are after her
> Tells me she hears people talking about her at night
> They're in the next apartment, they say she's stealing things
> I'm like 'lady you need to go to the police if these people are bothering you're
> She doesn't acknowledge me just keeps ranting

I had no idea schizophrenia was a thing. Too young to understand. I actually thought she was being hassled and that the police was the only option. Yeah I got she was acting irrationally but just assumed it was because of stress being kept up all night by scheming neighbors.

>be at middle school
>sit next to this extremely tall guy
>every lesson, and I'm not fucking kidding, every fucking lesson he copied portraits of anime characters from his phone to his notebook
>never copied a single sentence from the board
>how

You were probably a hot 10 year old

>be 24, good lad
>getting drunk at a bar trying to lose my v card like god intended
>about to head out (3am, last call)
>on my way out the door, bartender I know well asks me to walk a girl home
>she's drunk, I've seen her a few times, I'm nowhere near her level, nothing is gonna transpire between us legally.
>I'm a gentleman (re: rube) so I walk her home. As we walk, she's talking a LOT, and pretty incoherently
>We've been walking a long way and we cross a bridge where I've had a lot of bad experiences, no good ones.
>conversation changes tone pretty quickly. What was general rambling turns into a conspiracy against a family member, a murder, and a murderer.
>this is weird.jpg
>the tone ramps up and she tells me we're on the way to confront this murderer in a very bad part of town at 3 in the god damn morning
>immediately stop, tell her i'm not meeting a man she thinks is a murderer.
>she calls her sister to help her confront this man, who picks us up in her mom van and takes me home.
>i still see this girl every so often, never mentioned the incident.