Speaker A
This happened when I was 17 years old. I would go to the gym three to four times a week and ride the bus home.
A chilling bus stop encounter with a disturbed man leads to a narrow escape and lasting impact on the narrator's life.
Key Takeaways
- Situations that seem routine can quickly become dangerous.
- Trusting instincts and taking quick action can prevent harm.
- Mental health and personal tragedies can lead to unpredictable behavior.
- Seeking help from authorities is crucial in threatening situations.
- Traumatic experiences can lead to lasting lifestyle changes.
Summary
- The narrator was 17 and waiting for a delayed bus on a cold, snowy night.
- A creepy man, possibly intoxicated or on drugs, approached and sat near the narrator.
- The man asked about the bus schedule and then started mumbling and moving closer.
- The narrator fled when the man leaned toward them and later encountered him again at the next bus stop.
- The man aggressively approached and leapt at the narrator but fell and injured himself.
- Emergency services were called, revealing the man was on prescription drugs.
- The man had lost his son in a custody battle and mistook the narrator for his son.
- He was taken away for treatment and never seen again by the narrator.
- The experience led the narrator to get a driver's license and avoid buses thereafter.
Chapters
Full Transcript — Download SRT & Markdown
Speaker A
It was a Sunday, and I had just missed my bus, so I had to wait longer for another one.
Speaker A
I would've called my parents, but they were out for the evening, and taxis charged more.
Speaker A
So I decided to sit and wait in the bus shelter. It was a cold night, and snow had just started peppering the ground.
Speaker A
My bus was taking longer than usual, so I got my phone out and listened to some music.
Speaker A
Almost an hour had passed. It was freezing, and I hadn't seen anyone at all.
Speaker A
That wasn't until I noticed something out of the corner of my eye. It was a creepy guy, dressed in thick layers of clothing, walking slowly towards me.
Speaker A
I knew staring at him would draw more attention, so I just focused on my phone.
Speaker A
He sat down at the other end of the shelter and just stared at me.
Speaker A
There was something off about him. He seemed like he was either drunk or on drugs.
Speaker A
He then asked, "When is the bus due?" I took out my earphones and said, "I think it's delayed because of the snow."
Speaker A
He stared at me for a while, then started mumbling to himself. He was really starting to creep me out, so I pretended to be on my phone.
Speaker A
After a couple of minutes, I took another look. He'd moved closer to me. I looked away for a second, then heard the sound of him sliding even closer.
Speaker A
I turned to him and said, "You okay there?" He stared at me with glossy eyes, lifted his arm, and leaned towards me.
Speaker A
Immediately, I grabbed my bag and ran as he fell to the ground. I ran down the road, trying my hardest not to look back.
Speaker A
I kept going until I got to the next bus stop. I turned around to check to see if he was there.
Speaker A
He was gone, so I went to sit down. Feeling relieved, I rested my head on the back of the glass and waited for the bus.
Speaker A
*Knock knock knock knock.* I jolted and turned around to see the same guy staring at me through the glass.
Speaker A
"What the hell is wrong with you?" Then he started walking around the shelter towards me.
Speaker A
"I'm warning you! Stay back!" I yelled in panic as I was backing up. I wanted to run, but I left my bag in the shelter and couldn't leave without it.
Speaker A
Suddenly, the man leaped at me, and I quickly moved out of the way. He fell to the ground face first.
Speaker A
I froze in shock, then noticed the blood coming from his face. I tried to get a response out of him, but nothing worked.
Speaker A
I called the police and paramedics, and they arrived shortly after. I told them what had happened, and they told me that the guy was on prescription drugs.
Speaker A
He found a photo in his wallet of him and his son. The boy looked just like me, so we assumed that he thought I was him.
Speaker A
I later learned that he had lost his son in a custody battle and went off the rails.
Speaker A
He was taken away for treatment, and that was the last I saw of him.
Speaker A
I got my driver's license shortly after and have never been on a bus since.
Topics:bus stop horrortrue storycreepy encountermental healthprescription drugscustody battlepersonal safetyanimated storyLlama Artsbus delay
