[costanza187]

Originally Posted by uptomyneck

When I was 18, I flew to NOLA in late '77. Sitting next to me on the plane was an older guy who kept talking to me. He said he had a rental car and would drive me to the Quarter (my family was there) since he was staying there too.

When we pulled up to his hotel, he reached over and put his hand on my leg asking me if I wanted to go up to his room with him. I snatched his hand off and told him to **** off. I got out and walked away. A year later, I saw his picture on the news. It was John Wayne Gacy.

[dango]

So's,you ran into a politician?

[walt cowan]

after working in the maryland prison system for almost 20 years... meh.

[Combatcomm]

I have you all beat; 8 years of my 24 years of active duty I had Bill Clinton as my Commander In Chief

Note: After going back and reading this thread and seeing the seriousness of some of these stories I hope my joke was not in bad taste.

[aaronmj]

Tagged, love these threads.

[JFrame]

I ran into (that's a figure of speech there, people!) Barney Frank in the halls of the Rayburn Building.

That is, BY FAR, the creepiest experience of my life.


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[ilgunguygt]

Originally Posted by JFrame

I ran into (that's a figure of speech there, people!) Barney Frank in the halls of the Rayburn Building.

That is, BY FAR, the creepiest experience of my life.


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I would rather have roomied with John Wayne Gayce(like previous poster was offered).

[2.0tspeed]

i had to escort the nurse into death row, you can def feel the evil in there. furthermore you can see it in the guys eyes who are in there.

[JFrame]

Originally Posted by ilgunguygt

I would rather have roomied with John Wayne Gayce(like previous poster was offered).

Yup -- you and me both, buddy!



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[tsmo1066]

When I was stationed in Germany back in 1989, I dated a German girl whose elderly grandfather lived with her. He had cancer and she basically took care of him. There was something about that old guy that just rubbed me the wrong way, and he made no secret of the fact that he didn't think much of Americans in general and American GIs in particular. My girlfriend explained it away as being due to his 'bad experiences' in WWII, but would never go into details about what exactly those 'experiences' were. Regardless, I avoided the old coot as much as possible.

She and I broke up after just a few months, and afterwards I found out through a mutual friend that her creepy, arrogant, a-hole of a grandfather had actually served as a Captain in one of Hitler's Einsatzgruppen during the war.

[Dogbite]

A buddy of mine was showing me some family pics. His family was from Germany, and many of them were Nazi soldiers. He has this one pic, where somehow they did a gag photo, and all these officers are in full uniform, and each one is holding his own head. At the end of the line of officers is one guy with his head on a chopping block, and there is a guy with a large sword, acting like he is cutting the guys head off. This pic was super creepy. I dont even know how they made it look so real back then. ?

[vettely]

Originally Posted by crazyasian1

Not quite face to face, but definitely too close for comfort... My ex(thank God)wife's uncle was David Parker Ray. Didn't know it at the time. We were both stationed at Patrick AFB, when we went to her home in Albuquerque on leave, we'd go out to Elephant Butte to camp, just so happens that Ray's trailer was out that way. Ex and I were asked to go to the property and water the plants in the yard because Ray was incarcerated for "something". Ex's mom and stepdad took Ray's Chevy dually so they could haul stuff around. First time I found out that it was Ray's truck was when I got in it. The passenger side door and window handles were missing. Seems he and his girl would pick up hitchhikers and prostitutes in the truck; handles were gone so they couldn't get out; take them back to the trailer that he had configured into a torture chamber, and then rape/torture/kill the girls. It all came apart when one of his victims got away, running naked down the road to get help. Rat bastard died in custody, but the family firmly believes there are MANY more victims, probably submerged deep in the bowels of the lake. Needless to say I don't associate with them any more.

Epic. That dude was bad news. Saw a documentary on him. We were jet skiing a lot at the lake when some of that was happening. Creeps me out still..

[silentpoet]

Originally Posted by G19_AJ

I'm not doctor or anything but why would they feel guilt? Hell, it's pretty clear that they ain't right in the head! One guy I worked with did ten years in the pen for making dirty videos with little boys. Wanna guess where he living at now?

Back in prison because he got busted doing the same damn thing again.

I guess I need guilt to be able to work with them on changing. If it is not there then there is not much I can do to fix them. And some can change, at least control themselves. I don't do this out of great love for them, I do this out of a hope I can prevent future victims.

Not all of our clients are chomos. Most are just people who have depression or some other mental condition.

[poikilotrm]

If I tell my story Eric will ban me.

[poikilotrm]

Originally Posted by deserttactical45

when i was about 7 or 8 years old i was in a target looking at toys and this guy was in the same toy section as me and every time i moved he moved closer to me and kept looking at me and then said hey kid come here and i knew he was a evil person and i booked it and told security and they said they had been seeing him a lot lately but he had already left by the time they started looking for him

csb. ..

[JBCIII]

OK, not so much the 'face to face with evil' but more the 'creepy story.

Years back in millitary boarding school, I had to go up to the second floor to get something from a locker after hours at night. They were all down the hallway, small square ones in blocks of something like three down by twelve across. I got my books, walked down the hall (it was very dark and shadowy) - something made me turn around and look... EVERY SINGLE ONE of the locker doors was perfectly open perpendicular, making a wall of grey. I hightailed it back down the stairs, but will never forget the feeling of "presence" at that moment.

In a different but somewhat related vein:
For pure, palpable emotion in the air; I worked at a hotel that was the family center after the Station nightclub fire in RI. I had to take something down to the ballroom where the relatives were all gathered, once, and the sadness was like a physical thing...

[Gray_Rider]

I was listening to a popular talk radio show out of Charlotte NC. once and a guy called in who said he had seen John Gotti and his crew in a nightspot one evening.

Kicker was, the guy said the place was fairly dark but the area around Gotti's head had this dark auora. Nowhere else at the table nor around his co-horts but just around Gotti's head. Like a dark fog or shadowy haze surrounding Gotti's head.

The guy sounded like he was creeped out just telling about it.

You guys got that one as cheap as I did, but I have heard many POs and court workers say there are people who just radiate evil, and their eyes are like looking into pitch dark bottomless pools.

Gray_Rider

[gommer]

I was 9 and my brother was 11. We both got up in the middle of the night, I'd say about 1 AM - and snuck into the main living room to sneak a smoke. (Yeah yeah.. different times)

We got an ash tray and sat on the couch at the end of the room. I can still remember the smell of that room, the angle of the moonlight, details so finite it's difficult to explain. Plants, pictures, the glow of the cigarette. The sound it made. How you could see the smoke rolling up for a few inches because of the glow after my brother took a drag.

What happened that night was both uneventful and so shocking that it etched each tiny detail into memory in a way few other things have since.

As we were sharing a cigarette, a woman pushing a tea cart came out of the dining hall, through the breezeway, into the living area, passed 20ft in front of us - stopped at the door, looked at us - and pushed the car out.

The smell that came over the room reminded me of being deep in a cave during the winter. There wasn't cause for it, but the feeling I had I could only describe as sheer terror. She didn't say anything, didn't 'look' scary -- she looked 'off', but not scary... her face was completely emotionless.

And I've got no idea what it means. We both saw exactly the same thing. Being 'all grown up' now, you search for something to explain it out.. but I've really got nothing. The details were and remain so vivid.

Chalk it up to another cooky story. If I heard someone else tell it, that's what I'd figure.

To me, though, having experienced it -- I often wonder what it was, what it meant, etc. I'm not a fan of 'ghost' tales, but I've certainly had some experiences in life, this being one, that really make you wonder where these stories come from.

On the same note, I've also seen a lot of things in life that have shown me the human mind can come up with some amazing things to fill in gaps. Perception is everything.



On the creep note topic of the thread - when I was in elementary school - they arrested a guy who had been taking pictures of students. Boys. He had pictures of me playing on the playground and at home..

[LawScholar]

I was almost kidnapped when I was 6-7 years old. I usually repress it, but threads like these remind me.

I was a very trusting, helpful kid. Group of people in a van pulled up asking for help finding their dog. I loved dogs and was helpful, so despite being admonished a thousand times by my parents never to go near people like that, I promptly forgot and tried to get in.

I grew up in a town of 250 people or so. The only law enforcement in the town was my dad, a highway patrolman, who was out of town.

Luckily I was playing with my much street-smarter 9 year old brother who tackled me and pinned me down while the people in the van reached for me. He called for my mom, who came out the front door fully county-woman-mama-bear racking the Remington 870. The van took off. They never caught them.

I am 24 now. I have had a great life. I have eaten meals with a President, three governors, and a Nobel laureate. I have a great family and will soon have my J.D.

I am sometimes sleepless and haunted at night about the brutal, horrific end I was about three feet from at 6-7 years old. The path of my life only narrowly avoided being dark, short and brutal on the way to being as great as it has.

[deserttactical45]

Originally Posted by poikilotrm

csb. ..

csb? What does that mean

[deserttactical45]

Originally Posted by poikilotrm

csb. ..

Trying to mock and belittle people on the Internet must make you feel real good...like a tough guy

[Lone_Wolfe]

Originally Posted by deserttactical45

Trying to mock and belittle people on the Internet must make you feel real good...like a tough guy

He must be a tough guy, HIS story is so bad it'd get him banned!

http://www.glocktalk.com/forums/show...3&postcount=65

[Gray_Rider]

win

Originally Posted by LawScholar

I was almost kidnapped when I was 6-7 years old. I usually repress it, but threads like these remind me.

I was a very trusting, helpful kid. Group of people in a van pulled up asking for help finding their dog. I loved dogs and was helpful.....

I am sometimes sleepless and haunted at night about the brutal, horrific end I was about three feet from at 6-7 years old. The path of my life only narrowly avoided being dark, short and brutal on the way to being as great as it has.

L.S.
I too was a lot like you as a child and though I was never approached by evil, had this happened to me, I too would have went with the people or gotten within their reach, whilst trying to be respectfull or nice.
These wretches have some sort of 'gift' for overwhelming a child's objections, if any, and winning their trust. The old "would you help us find our puppy/kitten" etc. smacks of demonic reasoning and ability.
I have seen police run tests with kids who were just moments before told not to talk to strangers, go willy nilly along after hearing just such a ploy.

Thank God for your brother. God knows what fate he delivered you from.

Gray_Rider

[Ruble Noon]

This happened to my mom.

She went to visit my brother in Wichita, ks. Before she left my step-father insisted that she take the cellular bag phone, this was about 1990. Her route home would take her through Park City. Just outside Park City, her Camaro died, ignition module or something like that. She called my brother and a tow truck. She asked my brother to come and wait for the tow truck with her as she was in a bad area and it was getting dark. While she was waiting a Park City vehicle pulled up. The man asked her if he could assist her, maybe give her a ride. She declined but the man wouldn't leave and kept trying to get her to go with him. He really creeped her out and she wouldn't turn her back on him. My brother finally arrived and the man left.
Years later this man was arrested and his face was plastered all over the TV.
The man who offered my mom a ride was the serial killer of women B.T.K. which stood for Bind, Torture, Kill.

[boozer]

Years ago I was involved in a voluntary water sampling program. I had to go to older homes in town, get a water sample, and make a visual inspection of the water meter.

In general it was pretty mundane, was offered coffee and baked goods by lonely women a couple times.

One time I had an appointment at a downtown home, an older stately place located near the intersection of two freeways, so no neighbors and a lot of trees.

"Wow, this is a neat place", I thought. "I never would have guessed it was here".

These appointments occured early in the morning to get water that sat in the pipes, so I didn't think it was unusual when a distinguished older gentleman answered the door in a luxurious black bathrobe.

We went to his kitchen, a beautifult black granite and chrome with slate floors layout. I obtained my sample, and the guy offered me some coffee, which I declined.

Now it was time to check the meter, we walked three steps down to a lower level, past an ebony grand piano, and started down the basement stairs.

In the basement we first stepped into a workout room, a couple machines on the left, on the right the wall was all mirrors with a ballet type bar, the floor was covered with white vinyl pads.

"Well this is interesting".

He leads me through a door at the end of the room, on the near left I see a washer and dryer, in the far left corner I spot the water meter.

Then, in the right corner I see a chain link fence structure. About 8' x 10'. Poles imbedded in the floor full height to the ceiling, mid level cross bars, and a very sturdy looking man gate.

"Huh", I thought, "Must be some sort of dog kennel".

I'm kneeling in the corner inspecting the meter when notice there is a bed and a folding chair in the cage.

"I wonder why he has a bed in the dog kennel"?

Then I realize the guy is getting a little closer than he has to be, behind me.

I spun on my knee, stood up, and made some quick strides past the man and out the door.

When I got back to my car I was pretty freaked out, and very glad I didn't accept his coffee.