50 Of The Wildest “We Need To Leave Right Now” Experiences

One time, I took my sisters to the local park with my wife. We had a good time, and when it was time to go, I noticed some guy in a beige sedan pulled out and was following us. I wasn't sure, but I remembered when I was young someone was following my mom around once (long story) so I just kind of felt it? I whipped into a grocery store parking lot and parked somewhere. My wife started wondering what was up, so I explained my thoughts and saw he pulled into a spot at the very end of the parking lot, staring. He didn't get out, he didn't move. So I pulled out and in front of him to block his car, and we had a fun little stare down. After a second, I pulled off, down the street into a sonic parking lot, and back up to the store. Sure enough, he was gone. I'm not sure if he was actually following us or if I just scared him away from buying milk, but it freaked me out at the time

In the mid 90s, me and a friend were running the streets at age 14/15, at about midnight or so. We had just gotten off the max at 122nd and Burnside in portland and walking to my old house to meet a friend on 133rd down burnside, behind the old ballpark. About halfway there, a white van was heading towards us opposite side of the road. (Burnside is split by the max train tracks and one way each way, can't turn around unless it's a marked turn). I got the worst feeling and told her we need to cross now. I think that dudes going to come back around on this side. We ran across and sure enough, he's creeping on the other side now. He passes us, we cross back to the other side. This goes on for about 5 blocks. We think we lost him, turn onto my street and he's sitting 2 houses down from where I lived. The smile on this creeps face still gives me chills to this day. Lucky for us, my friend was waiting on my porch, saw the entire thing and chased the guy off. Years and years and more years later I was listening to a podcast and they were talking about Bobby jack fowler. Looked him up and it was the creepy dude in the white van!!!!! I cant believe we survived this guy. I wish we had called the cops at the time, but we were more concerned about smoking pot.

Me and my mom were homeless and lived in and out of our car for awhile which believe it or not has downsides.

We tried to park in nicer areas but not so nice you stick out. One night two dudes started banging on the windows and yelling what sounded like German (we live in Mass, USA). You never really slept when you were sleeping in a car kind of just this half sleep so Mom instantly woke up, turned the key and we left. She made peace with my grampa after that and we stayed with him thank god. So althrough scary, thank you darkly dressed possibly German carjacker dudes!

It was 1am and I was just about to get out of work. I was alone, and closing that night. Right about the last hour before closing I suddenly got the feeling like I was being watched. The hair on the back of my neck and arms stood up and my heart and breathing suddenly increased. I kept telling myself it's okay, remain calm. I turned on all the lights outside the building, but couldn't see anything out of the norm. Something kept telling me GET OUT, LEAVE NOW! HURRY! So I called a friend told them what was happening and gave them my location and told them to call 911 if something happens to me.

I've only felt that feeling one other time in my life. It was when I was almost abducted in a grocery store parking lot as a kid.

It's the feeling of being hunted, like prey. Your instincts kick in and it's like GTFO!

Texas freeze. Lived in a trailer in the country and I had an infant. It was icy. And I also had my now ex husband and his son, and a hairless cat.

We waited until we could wait no longer- and left to my parents house at midnight. It was icy, our toilet water and dish soap were frozen solid. Covered pipes burst. We didn’t get home for five days, luckily my parents are caterers so we cooked for the Power Plant people. My ex was very bad at making decisions so I took charge. I’m glad I did. We were alternating sitting in the car. It was way too much. Plus carbon monoxide poisoning is a thing, people died. I truly hate January and February. People might call this actual trauma and I’d probably agree.

I was staying at a road house in the Avenue of the Giants. The roadhouse had an attached bar and restaurant and the locals were talking about possible mountain lions in that area.

Early Next morning, I drove a few miles north, stretched , and set out for my run. A few yards down, I heard what could be described as a child wailing. In the complete silence of the predawn, the sound was horrifying. I have never run faster in my life to my car.

Was in Panama late 90’s for annual training (Army) and went to a club off post to have a few drinks with friends. We were told not to go off post and not to be in civilian clothes because not everyone is welcoming to our presence. We were there drinking and laughing for a few hours. Shortly after dark we noticed militants lining the wall of the club with AK’s and other weapons.
We left almost immediately.

I was in a store with a friend. I was looking at the aisle with my back towards most of the store. I felt a presence coming up behind me so I turned around really fast. I'm met with a guy right up in my face, crouched a little, his hand stretched towards my waist. He either tried to grab my a*s or he tried to grab my wallet. But went I turned around, we locked eyes. He quickly went to another aisle, and I stood there for a second wondering what almost happened. When I looked up again, he was staring straight at me from across the store with just his eyes, eyebrows, and forehead visible from over the aisle shelves. It was the scariest look, his eyes looked enraged. My friend didn't notice that anything happened, but when I saw him glaring at me like that, I told her immediately, "we need to go." She didn't ask questions and we left. I didn't report it but I wish I would have. I was scared and just wanted to leave. 


Another time I was walking down the street and I saw a guy started following me. I tried to take a different route home until he stopped but he followed me across 3 streets and into an apartment complex. I got lost inside the apartment complex, I somehow ended up in a fenced courtyard that I couldn't find the way out of, and he was still following me. I had to climb up an embankment to get out. I could not wait to get home.  

I was in China and me and a bud were walking late in a pretty heavily trafficked part of the city. There was this guy handing out "girl cards" which are like little business cards for brothels as well as scams where they'll beat you up for your money. We ignored him, then I hear him on the phone line a second later,  "Get over here quick!" I heard that and noticed the usual police presence had left, so I turned to my friend who didn't speak Chinese and told him we had to get outta there. We turned back around and grabbed a taxi at the street we just crossed and got the hell outta dodge.


Edit: forgot to add this detail that I later learned he was a part of one of the beat em up scams and always had a watermelon knife on him (think machete but like 75% the size)

Heard shooting while on a walk on a park. Something about being in a group of people running in desperation really makes you feel like prey and your primal instincts just take over.