Men Describe the Creepiest Girl They've Ever Met

I'm on the train. This girl behind me is having the most boring phone conversation I've ever heard. Some guy she thinks is cute or something.

I keep listening though, mostly because she's too loud to block out... And things get weird. The guy she's describing sounds pretty physically identical to me.

So I turn around, and this girl says 'Oh. He's looking at me now. I wonder what he'll do. I wonder if he likes me.'

She also DOESN'T HAVE A FUCKING PHONE.

"I had a girlfriend when I was young who carved a heart with my first initial inside it into the flesh of her hip."

"I was having lunch with a couple of friends when a woman my mother's age sat down next to me at our table and started rambling about how beautiful she thought my face was. I was weirded out, but flattered, until she asked me if she could touch my face. She claimed to be a sculptor. She said it would help her recreating my face for an art piece she was doing. I told her no, but she proceeded to grope my face anyway. My friends bursted out in hysterical laughter as I was trying to get her off of me. Suddenly she started to violently lick my nose and trying to tongue fuck me in my nostrils. This is when a waiter pulled her off me and dragged her out of the restaurant. She waited for me outside in her car, took a picture of me when I left the restaurant over an hour later, and quickly drove off."

"Was out in San Fran for GDC a few years back. Stayed in a hostel with a whole bunch of my classmates since it was much cheaper than a hotel.

First few nights we were hanging out in the common room, playing drinking games and meeting people from around the world. However, there was this older asian woman who would float from group to group trying to join in and steal a beer or two. No one really complained at first.

On the third night, five of my buddies and these four Aussies decide to play Kings (or Kings Cup). Well, the asian lady joined and we tried to be nice and teach her the game. She pulled a king, which is rule master. We explained the rule and gave her some examples: must have your drink in had at all times, laugh a certain way, no eye contact, etc.

She takes a few seconds to think and looks directly at me and says 'Take off your pants!' I just sit in disbelief and my buddy right away starts laughing. One of the aussie chicks explains it doesn't work that way. The asian woman than starts yelling other things at me. 'Show me your butt! Let me see cock! Give me dance!'

At this point I am trying to laugh it off, but I'm super embarrassed too. We ended up kicking her out of the game and then she was kicked out of the hostel the next day because she was found to be sneaking into other people's rooms at night."

"When I was at a party a few years ago, it was right after I'd had a fight with my then-girlfriend and I was drinking kind of heavily (I'm generally a heavyweight but I was drinking a lot and fast). This one girl was constantly around me all night and I was warned by a couple people that she was going to hit on me. Whatever, I can deal with it. She was flirting with me a little bit and I made sure to add in my girlfriend to the conversation topic so there was no misunderstanding. Didn't matter. Every time I went to talk to someone else I would feel a small butt grab, and when I looked around she was backing up giggling. Once it started getting not-so-lightly I straight up told her to stop, I had a girlfriend.

Anyway later in the night when I was significantly drunk I was sitting down on a chair while most people were off in another room doing something else. Well she comes in and I guess decides this is the perfect chance. She sits on my lap and starts trying to kiss me and every time I move away she bites my neck. She starts to grab at my crotch too, and even after I hit her hand away it goes right back (remember I'm significantly drunk so not all my coordination is all there).

The last thing I remember is trying to get up to get her off my lap and then I wake up the next morning in a friend of mine's room on the floor (one of the hosts). I walk out and ask her what happened and she told me the girl was trying to walk me out of the door, telling the others she was just taking me back to 'take care of me' at her apartment. My friend said no dice and locked me in her room (while checking on me relatively often) so that the girl couldn't sneak in and try anything. The girl apparently got very upset when this happened and stormed out."

"Okay, long story.

When I was 19 I moved out of my parents' house and got an apartment. It was in a relatively safe neighborhood, but still affordable. One bedroom, one bath. Very modest. Nothing fancy.

Anyway, I was on the second floor, above an old man who couldn't hear anything and below a couple in their early 20s who fought and screamed all the f*cking time, and when they weren't fighting they took turns having loud, obnoxious sex in the wee morning hours or rolling giant f*cking boulders around the floor at all times of day apparently.

One day, boyfriend gets violent and the cops take him away. Girl continues living there, but she comes down to me to let me know he's gone and because I was a relatively big guy then (300+ lbs) she said he's not supposed to come by, but can I have your number in case he does? This was before cell phones, so I gave it to her.

I should mention that I had a girlfriend (Sue) at this time, and she did not like upstairs girl (Jen).

Anyway, Jen calls me one night right before midnight. 'Are you okay?' I ask. 'Yeah. What you doing?' She asks. 'Getting to bed, I have to be at work at 7. I work early.' 'Wanna come f*ck me?' She says. Very direct.

'Uh, I've got a girlfriend Jen. Talk to you later.'

Two hours later, she calls me and wakes me up. She's crying. 'Why don't you think I'm attractive? Why don't you want to f*ck me? I saw your girlfriend and she's fat. Why don't you want to fuck me? I swear I won't tell anybody. But you have to break up with her. It won't work. She doesn't love you like I do.'

Keep in mind all those words came out at lightning speed and she was drunk. She just kept prattling on like that, I couldn't get a word in edgewise. Finally I ended up just hanging up. 30 seconds later she's banging on my door. I decided to ignore it. She starts yelling. It's almost two AM. She's screaming. Crying. Banging on the door.

I do the only thing I can think of - I call the police. They say it'll be 45 minutes.

It took them an hour, and she was banging on the door screaming and crying for the entire hour. They take her back to her apartment and calm her down. An officer takes a statement. He keeps asking 'Was she ever in this apartment?' and questions like that. 'At no point did you allow her to enter the premises?'

She'd never, ever been inside my place. She told the cops a very different story - that we'd been intimate, that I'd kicked her out in the middle of sex without her keys or her wallet. I told the cop he was free to search. He looked around for about 10 minutes, seemed satisfied, and then thanked me and left. At this point it's near four AM.

4:30 rolls around, and she calls me and wakes me up. She's apologizing. She's crying. She's so sorry she got like that, but she just misses him SO MUCH. At this point, I tell her I think it's a bad idea that we talk anymore. I tell her I understand how hard it is, but that I'm going to miss work and I can't afford to miss a day's pay.

She seems to get that and hangs up.

I go to work after getting maybe 2 hours sleep in total. I'm a zombie all day. I get home at 4:30, ready to crash. Sue, my girlfriend, was going to bring dinner by after she got off work at eight. I have 4 or so hours to sleep.

My apartment is completely spotless. Somebody came in and cleaned it. Better yet, they vacuumed, and I still didn't even own one yet. There are freshly made cookies on the table. Sue must have gotten off early, I think. 'Sue!?' I say, and walk to the bedroom. There, of course, is Jen. Naked except for thigh high stockings and a hair tie. She's lying on her back, and as I come in she pulls her knees back to her shoulders, smiles at me, and says 'Shove your f*cking cock in me until I cry.'

I just turned around and ran out of my own apartment. Scared like a little boy. I would have ran all the way to the office but I was in terrible shape so I walked. In the lobby I called the police again, they came and arrested her. Charged her with some minor things like B&E or trespassing (forget which) and she spends a couple nights in jail since her parents/friends don't bail her out.

Behavior like this happens for weeks. I have some friends stay at my house, including Sue, during this time so I'm never alone because I'm worried she's crazy and might do something weird.

She's constantly knocking on the door and arguing with the people staying at my place. She offers to 'Share me' with Sue, offers to go down on Sue, then eventually tries to get Sue to leave me and move in with her and that they'll be like the lesbian Bonnie and Clyde.

A week or two later she is being evicted (I guess they were late on rent already by like two months and eviction had begun) and as some form of weird protest, she paints her upper torso and face bright pink with some kind of body paint and wears a green bikini top as they drag her kicking and screaming out of the place. Police end up arresting her again for something.

My six months lease is up and I'm uncomfortable with her knowing where I live, so I move. I get an unlisted number/address. I am about 10 miles from the old place. A couple months after I move in, there's a knock at the door on a Saturday afternoon. It's Jen. She followed me from my work during the week, then waited until Sue left and now she wants to apologize. She says she's medicated, she wants to apologize. I tell her I can't let her in, and that she needs to leave. I tell her I hope she's better, but I can't let her in.

Predictably, she goes nuts. Another call to the cops as I lean on my own door to keep her from pushing it in. Another arrest.

For a while, I didn't hear from her. Six months, a year. I moved three states away, broke up with Sue (unrelated to this) and was single. It's been about three to four years, and suddenly I get a MySpace friend request from her. I ignore it. Then I get a tirade of emails. Long winded, lacking punctuation. Stream of consciousness. Clearly mentally ill. I just ignore them, what else can I do?

This is about 2002.

It dies down a bit. 2005, I hear back from her on Facebook. Same thing. I ignore it again.

2006, Sue messages me out of the blue. Haven't talked to her in like eight years. She says Jen came into her work and wanted info on me, where I was, what I was doing. She was dragged out by security.

2008, Jen finds my little brother's Facebook while he's in college. Makes a road trip across three states to find him at school. Finds his dorm and goes to talk to him. He has no idea who she is. She threatens him, he and two friends kick her out of the dorm. He calls me, I explain. He calls the cops. They do nothing.

Six months later she accosts him at his work - a bar - his boss (female) punches her square in the mouth during a fight to get her out of the building and Jen loses two teeth. She sues the bar, the owner counter-sues, and Jen is found mentally incompetent and placed under some form of mental hold in a facility.

2012 - Jen is out of the mental illness facility and heavily medicated. Her 'counselor' contacts me on Facebook. 'Would I like to help her put her past behind her?' she asks. She wants to set up a face-to-face. I have a wife, I have a kid. I say no thank you. 'Counselor' gets very frustrated and tells me I'm a terrible person.

2013 - Jen commits suicide by jumping off a cliff somewhere in Arizona. Her body is found months after the fact and identified by wallet.

Part of me wonders what I did to cause this? I literally never did anything out of the ordinary or said anything out of the ordinary to her. I was her downstairs neighbor for a couple of months by the time this started - and it caused over a decade of fixation. Mental illness is a hell of a thing."

Yikes! If you think that's bad, hear some crazy stories here.

"I was 11 and at a friends place when his mother came from the tanning bed, opened up her robe and asked if we boys thought her tan was nice (she was nude beneath the robe).

Really creepy."

"A girl I knew from class got my phone number somehow (I didn't give it to her) and started texting me incessantly. Constantly asked to hang out, no matter what.

Now, though I wasn't particularly fond of her, I didn't want to be rude, so I would make excuses. I once told her that I had lots of family over, so I was too busy to hang out with her.

Ten minutes later I get a text. It was a picture. Of my empty driveway. At my house. She found out where I lived, drove to my house, and took a picture to prove that I was lying.

I came outside to tell her that I didn't have time, and that she should go home. She refused to accept that, going so far as to sit in front of my door, not allowing me to go back inside my own home.

I walked around the house, went in a back door, and texted her that I never wanted her to contact me again.

She sat there for about 20 minutes before she left."

"This happened when I was 16.

I worked at a grocery store and my first day on the job this girl, who I only said like three sentences to handed me a note before she left for the day and told me not to read it until she was gone.

Well, I thought a note was a bit weird since that was grade school stuff but whatever. I open the note and it says things like:

'I love you, I want to be with you, we need to have children together even though we're both only teenagers' and it just prattled on and on. Overly attached girlfriend has nothing on this chick.

So the next day at work she asks sheepishly if I've read her note and I said yes but I wasn't really looking for a relationship at the time. Her face lost all expression for a second and then she smiled and said something to the effect of 'No worries, I thought I'd try' and we continued on working.

That night, when I left work there were about 50 notes taped to my Jeep. LONG notes too! I have no clue how she wrote this much in a day. The notes said things like 'I hate you you're a fucking asshole I hope you die' and other notes said things like 'I'm sorry for writing that note that called you an asshole. I really like you and want to be with you <3 <3 <3'

She would then try luring me with innuendos. When she was on her lunch break she would do things like buy these huge dill pickles that we sold (making sure to come through my line) and say things like 'Do you think this pickle is for lunch or personal pleasure?' gag

She would also still put notes all over my Jeep. Eventually, after a few months she lost interest in me and started chasing a new guy that started."

"My buddy's girlfriend showed up at my front door drunk and ready to bang. She professed her love for me and had built up this secret relationship between the two of us in her head. Like, we had our song and stuff like that. She said that the only reason that she was still with him was so that she could see me. I was pretty creeped out.

I was polite, but told her that I wasn't interested in any way. I made sure that she got home safe and then called my friend to tell him what happened. When he confronted her, she said that we had slept together that night. He called me on speakerphone in front of her and asked what happened. I told him the same story I told him the night before. He broke up with her right there and threw her out of his house.

She emailed me about six months later to tell me that she missed me. I did not respond."