Whats your most creepy experiences

I'm beginning to think that these ignorant ass clones on here are pretty damn creepy. What's even worse, they are getting more thumbs up than I am.
I really can't imagine that I could be that interesting to anyone, but I guess some people just don't have a life of their own.

In Wales when I was about sixteen or seventeen. Me and my friend were in this park area around midnight. There was this black truck with tinted windows that slowly drove up and stopped. We stood there just looking at eachother and then to the truck, giggling to ourselves and saying stuff like "Well, tonights the night we get raped."

So we moved on and the truck started up again and drove further up next to us until we got to this part where there was only one entrance and the truck stopped at the entrance once we were passed it.

So we ran for it. I climbed up this little building thing. My friend was too small to do it so we done this epic thing where I ran and jumped up and my friend ran and jumped up and we locked arms so I could pull him up and we jumped down the other side of this fence.

We then just went on our merry way and laughing about it. We were used to having to jump over things and get out of places quickly, so we were just taking part in teen ego about how they were stupid if they thought they'd be able to get us.

Looking back to it, it was creppy as shit. At the time we just had fun with it.

I was once convinced I was haunted as a kid, my dad's friend had given me a CD player, massive thing, one of the ones where you could put three CD's in at a time and revolve it, massive big fuck off speakers too,

It worked fine at first, then something really creepy started happening, I would walk over press play, as soon as I turned and walked away it turned itself down to zero, every time, so I'd press play, stand there for ages facing it and it would play fine but the moment I turned and walked away it would turn itself right down, I called my dad up, he came in I played it then turned and walked and it played fine still but the moment he left my room it turned itself back down again.

At the time that was enough to convince me I was haunted haha, I dreaded going to bed, I'd go to bed, lie awake terrified, then as soon as my parents were asleep I'd go downstairs and sleep in the living room setting my alarm for before they woke up,

I don't know how it would affect it I'm no good with technology but turns out one of the CD's was in loose, and I noticed when the CD draw was open the past when in walked away, or out of my room it made the CD player tilt slightly which must have affected the connection

When I was in the navy in San Diego, one night I was walking back to the base, I was getting a bit tired, then a car stops, this guy old enough to have been my grandpa, asked if I wanted a ride, i thought sure, I still had about 3-4 miles to go. After a few minutes I was cleaning off my glasses and I said how I couldnt wait to get rid of them someday. He then says " You look much better without them" and suddenly I feel a hand sliding across my left groin area,, I told him to stop and let me out ...NOW. He did. That was the first time I remember another guy trying to hit on me, or what ever he was doing. Anyway it creeped me out.

Someone who came on to you to strongly? That's creepy for you? For the past three years I've had this thing stalking me. I don't even know what the fuck it is, I just call it the Walking Nightmare. If it's dark it wipers in my ears. If I sleep alone it kicks me out of bed or pokes me until I wake up. It doesn't have a face, but it has a mouth, a head, and for long grayish limbs and walks on all of them. I just don't know what to do.

I've had a few in the town I live in. When I was 16(or 17. I can't remember), I was walking home from school and some dude in a brand new red car was driving close to the curb next to me. When I reached the PathMark Plaza, he parks in the parking lot, flashes cash, and offers me money for sex. I ignore him and I keep walking. He then continues to follow me. When I approached my block, I picked up a chunk of broken pavement off the sidewalk and chucked it at his car. He drove off and I ran fearing that he was going to drive back around and do something about it. Luckily, he never did. I can also recall other times that grown dudes tried flirting with me when I was 10-16 years old. Most even continuing to flirt after I told them my age. Yuck!