100 rabbits

Well this happened to me in grade 4 primary school about 10 years back.

Every years the grade 4 got taken on a special school camp on a little island where you would stay with your friends in a cabin at night and do activities during the day. like most creepy encounters this one happened at night I was a bit of a wimp then so I was afraid of the dark so I didn't get any sleep the exit to the cabin was sliding glass door onto a verandah(porch)

That looked over at the grassy feilds on the island and a small bridge which was used to drive cars over to the island. So as I layed in bed I heard scratching on my window I layed there terrified for a good 5 minutes as the scratching continued I finally got the courage to jump out of bed and see what it is I slowly pull open the curtain at first I see nothing just a black field then about to just go back to bed I look down and see atleast 100 to 150 white red eyed rabbits staring at my window through the glass there red eyes twinkling in the darkness reflecting off the moonlight

Perfectly standing there still in like a formation almost like soldiers lining up I look back up and see about 500 meters away a silloute of A tall man standing on the bridge with a lamp all I could see was the shape of him and the lamp shining in the distance I looked back down and all the rabbitts where all still there standing creeply I quickly rushed off back to bed hiding under my covers.

The guy I met on the bus

I once had a creepy encounter with a man. I was 19 or 20 years old at the time (he might be a few years older than me) I met him at the bus stop. (I only had to drive two stops - think to the dentist or something like that) I had to wait another 10 minutes for the train and at some point he came and sat next to me. I am a very shy person and just that he sat next to me was too much for me. The bench is not particularly wide and I am a little chubby so that his thighs brushed against mine. That annoyed me. But I didn't want to give up my seat because it was hot and it was the only bench in the shadow. So I stayed seated. At some point he spoke to me and asked whether I live in the city and what I do. I just told him that I was studying here and he wanted to know if there were language courses at my university. He only spoke English to me all the time and wanted to take a German language course. I just thought he just wanted to inquire a little. When we got on the train he asked me for my cell phone number and when I didn't want to give it to him if he could write to me on Facebook. I said no to that too. Then he asked me my name.

Yes, maybe he just wanted to be nice. Maybe he thought I was pretty and wanted to meet me again. But as I said, I'm a very shy person and I was uncomfortable with the whole thing. So I told him a wrong name just so he stopped asking.

I got out two stops later and so did he. Nothing unusual. But when I walked back to the bus stop about an hour later, he showed up a few minutes later. To my relief the bus came immediately and I got in the front, he in the back. Since it was quite crowded this time, he had no opportunity to come to me. But I saw him watching me all the time. When I got out, of course he got out too. After all, he got on at the same stop. It could all be just a coincidence, I told myself. He may have lived near me and had only had a short appointment, too. I also wondered if I might overreact, but then he followed me all the way home on his bike.

At that time I was living with my boyfriend and his family in an area where there are only single-family houses. I doubted that he lived in one of these houses. But I wondered what if he was visiting one of the families on our street. Maybe I just imagined it. Maybe it was just a coincidence that we had the same path. But if he had really lived somewhere near me, he would not have followed me at a walking pace two or three meters behind me. He followed me all the way from the stop to the beginning of the street I lived in. No normal person would drive slowly behind someone on a bike. I looked behind me a few times and saw that he was shaking back and forth while driving. As if he had problems keeping his balance because he drove so slowly. (Anyone who has ever had to drive very slow with a bike knows that)

Luckily my boyfriend was not doing well that day so I could call him while I was walking and he could come halfway to meet me. Otherwise he would have been working at this time. Another indication that the guy had been following me is that as soon as my boyfriend came up to me and hugged me, that guy immediately turned and headed back in the direction we came from.

I was really happy at the moment that my boyfriend was home. Who knows what would have happened if I had gone home and shown the guy where I live ...

Of course, most of it could have been a coincidence. Only then I would not be able to explain why he had left so quickly.

At least that was the scariest thing I've ever experienced.