10 True Airport Horror Stories From Reddit

About 20 students, including myself, from my university, did a study abroad program in France last summer. We spent a week in Paris before going to the city where the University was located. Most of the group got a group flight deal to Paris through the university. Others flew. Separately, the only requirement was that we had to be in Paris on the day we had to leave for university, most of us had arrived on the third day of our trip to Paris, except for my friend Amanda, naturally, we were all worried about her because his phone wasn't working, he had to update us from Facebook every time he could get free Wi-Fi, which wasn't very often.

Her flight had been delayed about six times, another day had passed and there was still nothing from Amanda. We are all crazy. At this point, since her phone was not working, we couldn't even contact her. The fifth day passed, still nothing. We were all scheduled for a bike tour of the city that morning and a boat ride on the river that afternoon, so we didn't do it. I didn't get back to the hotel until 7:00 that night, when I arrived Amanda was asleep in our room, we were assigned roommates of course, I woke her up and asked her where the hell she had been, she told me that when she finally got to the hotel.

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was exhausted and broke, she had multiple layovers and had basically spent all her available cash on food, plus her bank card didn't work for those of you who aren't familiar with sha deul

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, it's huge unless you have a map or understand French completely. will get lost, so she comes there lost, broke, tired, hungry and carrying like three big bags sitting inside the terminal, she said, this handsome guy came up to her and started talking to her in perfect English, you look tired, do you need a taxi? her Red Flag hotel number one what taxi driver gets out of this taxi and walks to the airport to meet a passenger without thinking, she says yes, thank you very much, I'm exhausted, he smiles at her, grabs one of his heaviest bags and tells her to follow him, she does and he takes her to this elevator, red flag number two, she was already on the street level where all the taxis leave from, she enters and he presses the button for the basement level, he speaks on phone before the elevator opens. and starts speaking in French, which he couldn't really understand because it was slang, she starts freaking out, even though when the doors open it was a service platform meant for airport employees or something that wasn't for passenger parking or pick-up. of taxis, it was damp and dark. and while he was saying something literally out of a

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movie, the boy exits the elevator first and turns to her smiling.

Eli, let's go in French, take a few steps and see in the farthest corner of the deck the trunk of this unmarked green van. no open license plate and a middle eastern guy with a huge ugly ass gets out of the driver's seat, at this moment he realizes he's in trouble, but he doesn't want to alert the smiling guy who's about to get out of there, no there is no one. in sight, so shouting would be useless, but the elevator door is still open. She quickly placed one of her bags in the middle of the elevator entrance and told the smiling boy that she needed her wallet that was in the bag he was carrying.

She looks. sternly for a minute, but he walks over to her and hands him her bag. She told me that she pushed him to the ground with the weight of the bag and returned to the elevator as fast as she could. He got up and jumped after her. she said girl, I pressed every damn button on the elevator panel, the doors closed as soon as he reached it and she could hear him hitting them as he walked back to street level, reached the taxi pick up lane and started playing. A police officer approached her, she told him what happened and he took her to the hotel.

Along the way, he told her that the men were likely linked to a sex trafficking ring and were approaching young women inside the airport who had tags on their luggage indicating that they had come from the United States assuming that American women were more confident. I owed my good friend in high school a favor, so she asked me to pick him, her mom, and her little brother up from the airport and take them to her new house one weekend. week. They had been out of the country for several months and were in the process of moving again, so they rented this house in the middle of a really bad neighborhood that I guess only served as a place to store their trash.

I wait at the airport. For them, since their flight is delayed more than 3 hours around the time they land, we pack their bags and it's almost 4:00 am. m. I'm exhausted, but I have to take them to their house about 45 minutes away and then travel another hour back. At home I mentally prepared myself for a long trip and drank a Red Bull to give myself a jolt of energy as I was leaving the airport parking lot a small dark blue car pulls up behind us no big deal I barely noticed it and it stayed however A little way back, after having made several wrong turns, I realized that neither of us had GPS and they were giving me instructions from memory and corrected my course, that this car is still driving slowly but surely behind us.

I think it's a strange coincidence. but I made a mental note of it, we finally approached his neighborhood and therefore a really bad part of town, we stopped at a red light and I looked in the rearview mirror. Two men, one had a larger figure and the other was still shaking. his head like he's trying to get a cock out of his neck now that they have my full attention why the hell are they still after me for some strange reason? I hope this was just a stupid coincidence and my sleep-deprived brain is making me paranoid until they followed us into the neighborhood.

There's no way I'm saying this loud enough to wake up my sleeping passengers. I inform them and they shrug, but I'm not taking any chances. Hold on to your butts. I tell them we leave. I come to a stop sign and suddenly accelerate my SUV. I start cornering and sure enough, they are trying to keep up. I changed streets quickly and repeatedly trying to evade them. Another oncoming car causes them to brake sharply behind me, allowing me to pull. I go ahead and lose sight of them once that happens, it takes a few more turns to lose them, it was a big neighborhood and I pull over on a random road and kill the engine a minute later, the car comes roaring down the street, the whole family is nervous now.

Telling me to go home. I tell them to give it a second. The car roars back down the street faster than before. I waited until I couldn't see the lights or hear the engine before restarting mine and continuing toward our destination. Many pats on the back from the family we finally arrived at their house and brought all their suitcases with no problems. They were very tired, but I decided to stay up and watch the house until dawn to make sure those guys hadn't somehow found my car again. I left around 8:00 a.m. m. ready to sleep in my bed again.

I don't know any more favors for my friend, last summer my younger sister and I went to visit family and friends out of state. my sister at the time was 16 and I was 18 just for reference, my sister and I look very similar, but many times I understand that she looks much older than me, like when I was 20, and she has a good 5 inches on me . We are all very loud and obnoxious, especially when we are together, we arrive at the local airport and my parents of course get scared and worried and then send us off. We went to our local airport which is pretty small compared to the size of the city we live in, my sister and I found our gate and we had at least an hour early because our flight kept getting delayed due to an emergency landing that our plane had to be made up by someone on board, we were sitting literally alone.

The airport really isn't big at all. Once you pass the security check, you turn left to where some doors are on our right and to where the other doors are and they have some shops and restaurants between these doors. We were at the nearest door. possible to where all the restaurants were located and there had to be like three other gates beyond us, gate B and C and obviously we were in one so we were sitting alone, our flight didn't really have many other people and we were extremely early anyway and there were like over 100 seats and I was sitting on the floor charging my phone watching Netflix and my sister was in a chair next to me doing the same thing, some weird older guy just sat in front of us of course .

The other seats around the guy reminded me of the killer from The Lovely Bones, except they were much thinner, strangely thin, so my sister and I chatted a little while watching our shows and continuing to listen to the announcements about our flight and we're both. Making jokes and making comments like we always do, just playing off almost everything we say, this guy laughs. I mean, I know when we're together we're really funny and he would laugh at things like do you want water? or wow! He's taking a while, it's not even remotely a joke. I'm personally a very alert person and I get paranoid easily, especially since I read these

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so often as if I were always aware of my situation, so I kept my eyes on this guy while he kept staring. my sister and I mainly my sister.

I'm on the phone watching Netflix when all of a sudden my sister texts me and says, "I think this guy is taking pictures of me." I was taken aback and a little surprised. I texted him back. You're sure? she said yes, that's when my crazy sister mode went off. My sister and I are very close. I would give my life for her and I couldn't stand any of her, neither did she and she was very feisty, but I could tell she was scared. As soon as I looked up to tell this guy what he thought, he just got up and left.

He looked like he was about to get a ton of bricks. I turned to my sister and asked her what happened and she said he was on the phone and I looked up to see him with her phone leaning towards her. I told her, well, maybe she wasn't taking pictures, but she said she could tell just by the way she acted like a teenager trying to secretly take a picture of a cute guy. guy or something and she's not really being discreet about it after talking to her about it. I was angry at who would be taking pictures of a 16 year old girl.

I got up and walked through the doors in the direction the boy entered. I saw him leaning against the bathroom door next to the men's and women's bathroom. I entered the women's bathroom trying to go unnoticed. I didn't when I was entering the bathroom I looked at the screen of his phone and my heart skipped a beat. It was an enlarged image. My sister's face was unmistakable, she quickly looked up to make eye contact with me, hid her phone in her pocket and ran to the men's bathroom. I immediately went back to my sister, told my sister and we immediately texted our mom who freaked out telling her.

To inform the employees there and find a security guard, we kept waiting for her to return from the bathroom, but she didn't, so we refrained from telling security. The strangest part besides him taking pictures was when my sister and I boarded the flight, the man didn't, he didn't come back to our gate and he wasn't even on our flight so he was just sitting in front of us taking pictures literally out of the blue. reason than to be a weirdo in May. He was going on a trip for me. to Jacksonville, Florida, we had to stop in the Twin Cities, so while my grandparents and I waited 3 hours, I decided to go get pizza and tea.

Now I'm not familiar with the Twin Cities airport, mainly because every time. I've been there. He was quite young. I ordered tea from a kiosk that looked like a kiosk and a slice of Hawaiian pizza from the place across the street. I sat down to eat, pulled out my phone, and decided to check my email and scroll through Tumblr. 10 minutes later, a guy who looked like Shaggy from the live-action Scooby-Do movie comes and sits in the seat in front of me, staring at me. I told him to mind his own business and he just said, "I can't." Help, you are so beautiful and I would love to show you around.

I told him he was a minor. No one has to know his answer. Come on, I have a dog you can have after that sentence. I ran to the nearest bathroom. and I thought about what to do, maybe he doesn't realize it. I ran to the bathroom. I thought, I can go tell my grandmother what happened and she'll ruin it. Needless to say, I thought wrong. I left the bathroom alone. being greeted with that nasty hippie face of yours, where did you go? Come on mom is worried about you I told her she didn't know what she was talking about she oh don't beSilly, my dear little sister, mom is waiting for us, let's go.

I realized what I was doing and then I decided that the best thing I could do was scream and say, get away from me. She gestured for me to shut up. I stomped on his foot and ran away. I immediately informed security and they escorted him out of the place. airport, so I'm a 20 year old male and I flew to India last November to meet some of my family members. It was my first time flying alone to India, and despite what my family told me, I wasn't worried at all. Since I can speak and understand Hindi, although quite poorly, I also seemed like I could pass for an Indian, which I thought would help me integrate.

I landed around 2am. and after landing at Mumbai International Airport I had to take a express bus to the airport to take me from the standard international airport procedure to the domestic one, although I found it a bit strange that such a busy airport would have such a system. I managed to get on the coach now I know you must be thinking that the coach must be fake. but it wasn't the bus. I made it to the domestic airport without a problem and while waiting to disembark I saw some people dressed in airport clothes checking people's boarding passes so I held up my pass to show the guy and as he looked he gave me a puzzled look he scanned my pass again and he said my flight wouldn't leave for 4 hours.

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, but I thought I would relax at the airport anyway. He said I would have to take a taxi and return to the international airport since they wouldn't let me enter the domestic airport unless departure was less than 2 hours away. Obviously I wasn't going to pay for a taxi back to the airport and I didn't understand why. However, the airport wouldn't let me in, after thinking about all the strange procedures Indian airports have had so far, like having to collect my bags at Mumbai airport and checking in at the same place, disorganized queues everywhere, taking a damn bus to and from Same airport and the dim lights of the domestic terminal I thought this might be another of their irritating quirks I agreed with the guy and walked with him to the parking lot.

He asked me where he was from and what he was doing in India. Some friendly banter, I thought, but I was too tired and shy to even try to talk to him in Hindi. I kept telling him that I'm not paying for the taxi and that they don't have any money with me just to make sure he wasn't going. to scam me he kept nodding and took me to the taxi which he said he should take now after watching bollywood movies. I know what Mumbai taxis look like, they are yellow and black and a distinctive model.

This taxi was a normal silver colored car without even an ounce of credibility to pass as a taxi in Mumbai. Around the taxi were a group of creepy-looking guys, all looking at me with serious faces and feeling a little arai. I backed away a little while they were talking to each other, luckily the guy they brought me to them, I didn't know he could speak Hindi and they were saying things like he's a sweet, we'll have fun with him, you brought a good one, I'll make sure not to let him go, I started to sweating and shaking I know people back home have said I act a little camp and seemingly act flirtatious without meaning to, but I had no idea that a group of Indian guys would have any interest in me, other than maybe getting some money visibly shocked , I was completely speechless and had no idea how to get out of the situation, the guy had my boarding pass and the car door was open, then I had an idea, I said to the guy in English, can I quickly buy a coffee ?

I've been thirsty for so long, he said the police at the airport gate wouldn't let me in no matter how hard I tried and the best thing was to get in the car. I insisted that only Tred come in because he was very thirsty and my voice began to growl. She was originally afraid, but fortunately she was able to quench his thirst. His friends told him to give me back my boarding pass and let me try it out. He returned it to me and made me promise that he would return after coffee. Obviously I thanked him and gave it to him. a cute smile as he took the pass and carried it to the terminal, of course I didn't want to alarm myself too much as they could have easily run up to me and tackled me, plus the police could have been cohorting with them and denied me access.

Thanks Indian News, so I headed to the terminal and showed the policeman my boarding pass. He took a look and I asked if I was allowed into the terminal just to make sure he said, of course, his flight leaves from here and he directed me to the departure lounge. I have never felt so grateful in my life. I sighed in relief as I walked up the escalator and passed through security to make sure the gang wouldn't be allowed inside. It was around 4:00 a.m. at that time and all I could think about was what would have happened if I couldn't understand Hindi and got into the taxi to this day.

I shudder to think that my only regret is not having informed the police when they let Me in. I think my nerves got the best of me and I felt distrustful of everyone, plus the Indian police officers wouldn't have done much to help the situation, they would probably have told me to stay calm and move on. In January I went to Washington. DC with some very close family friends who came from a city of about 11,000 people and had never been to a city even close to the size of DC. I was very afraid that I would be robbed or assaulted or something that television had led me to believe.

Since big cities like this had absolutely packed streets that were difficult to walk through, leading to regular occurrences like these, needless to say, I was relieved when the trip ended without any such incident at the DC airport, our 6 a.m. flight m. It was delayed 3 or four times. Due to the weather, when we finally arrived at the Denver, Colorado airport, it was around midnight, which prevented us from driving the rest of the way home that night as we had originally planned. I refused to pee on planes unless it was absolutely necessary so when we landed I had to go so I along with my friend's mom who also had to go went to the bathroom when I came out of the cubicle I noticed a security lady standing there next to the door I hadn't heard any other footsteps in the bathroom completely empty my ears We were actually quite alert because the empty airport scared me so this confused me a little but I just smiled at him and washed my hands for about 10 seconds Then a toilet opened instead of my friend's mother, a creepy looking man in a black hoodie.

He left the stall upon seeing the airport employee, he lowered his head and quickly left the bathroom. She followed it up by saying that this was clearly marked as a women's bathroom at the time, probably more due to lack of sleep. I didn't think much about it. but the next day I actually noticed a man wearing a black sweatshirt with the hood up in a women's bathroom that was marked as such with a pretty huge sign, it's midnight and the airport is practically deserted, and he entered the bathroom without a single sound that for me was the worst part.

I don't remember hearing extra steps or sounds while urinating or anything like that, so I honestly don't think he used the bathroom at all, but rather he just pretended to flush the toilet. I mentally thank him repeatedly. That security guard for seeing this, I could very well have been kidnapped, murdered, raped, who knows, he could have easily attacked me. I hadn't even looked up until the security guard spoke to him, but the moment I did, I got a very creepy vibe from him. and he in particular tried to avoid making eye contact. I have to start this story by saying that he was a very smart child when he was little, at 18 months.

I knew every word down to the basics of The Jungle Book and I would perform it for my mother. coworkers I don't think anyone ever taught me what to do in a situation with a stranger just not to talk to them I also have to say that when I was little around 3:4 my mom let me get a real haircut Short as a boy and everyone mistook me for one because I refused to wear anything girly and I also like little boys. I didn't know how to listen for some reason my grandmother took me to the airport with her one day when she was looking at me. "Can I" I don't remember if my parents were out of town or if we were going to pick up someone else and she had to bring me because it was her day to take care of me while my parents were at work, however this was before security Airports were very strict, so we were heading to a gate to pick up whoever was there or maybe we were leaving at the main airport and it seemed like we were heading to a gate because I was much smaller, so that everything seemed bigger.

Sorry for the lack of memory I had. Little do I remember clearly, however, that my grandmother scolded me for running in front of her and told me not to do it again. 5 minutes later, I did it again. I ran down a small flight of stairs, maybe three or four steps at most and was suddenly approached by a very large man. I remembered that he smelled funny and that he had a very wavy beard and blonde hair and really creepy eyes. Then she started running off with me and I remember being very calm about the whole thing because in my opinion, my grandmother was there and she wouldn't let anyone hurt me, well, she came running after this guy faster than I had ever seen her. move and yelled at him to leave me on the ground and hit him and her bag with him.

He told his wife, calm down, this is my son, the child you are looking for must have run away, that's when my little one speaks and says: I'm not a child and you're not my dad, now put me down, the guy seemed surprised. his mind and a little rejected and he quickly belittled me and ran away now my whole family has told this story to death it's possible that this guy really thought I was his son he was just someone who made a mistake or he was a pedophile who thought Who had raised a small child In general, we tend to lean towards pedophiles mainly because of their behavior.

He didn't say a word to me, he just picked me up and tried to rush me and then when it became clear that I was a girl, he took high tail. get out of there as fast as he could if he was just a man who made a simple mistake, he probably would have stayed and apologized to my grandmother for scaring her and kidnapping me. I am a 20 year old female and this took place in March. I was 19 at the time, it was the end of spring break and I was returning to Texas from California. I just spent my vacation with my sister who lives in San Francisco.

Every college student is counting the days until spring. The holidays and my vacation had gone pretty well, however, I was kind of okay with getting back to essays and research papers because I miss my friends, my bed, and my cat, maybe not in that particular order. I was flying alone, something I don't like to do for several. reasons and I only had one stopover in Dallas. I don't like traveling alone because I've had some bad experiences and I look much younger than 20 years old. Most of the time people say I look 13 or 14 at most. I've always hated this. about me, but I've been told I'll be grateful when I'm older from now on, it's immensely frustrating the last time I was alone on a plane, the attendant thought I was an unaccompanied minor named Taylor.

I quickly assured him that he was not the minor in question last time, I was asked to move away from the emergency exit because you have to be at least 16 to sit there. Anyway, my boyfriend was picking me up at the airport and I was excited. He only wore pink limbs. jacket he had bought me and tried to look his best, which is difficult to do when he travels. When the plane arrived in Dallas, we had really terrible weather and the turbulence was scary, but it didn't matter, I would soon be on another flight to Houston.

I took the train to the marine terminal and headed to the gate only to discover that due to the pouring rain and lightning my flight had been cancelled. I felt gutted but decided I took my ticket to exchange it for a later flight, it seemed like a lot of others. I had the same complaint and was choosing to do the same thing while I was in line, a friendly looking older man approached me and stood behind me. You are alone? He asked me he. Everyone seemed to be talking to each other, complaining about the weather and reflecting.

Their options for getting home didn't seem like much because strangers always seemed to connect in situations like this we were all frustrated. I also felt safe in the crowded airport, so I answered honestly and continued waiting in line. The man behind the counter said he was lucky because there were only two seats left on another flight to Houston and he could make it if I hurried. I ran on the train to the terminal to take my new flight and when I got to the gate I was faced with the same situation, this newflight was also cancelled, the man from before had followed me to the gate and was on the same boat.

I changed my ticket to a later flight and headed resolutely towards the new gate only to be told the same thing. Like before, this happened literally two or three more times because I didn't want to give up and didn't really have any other options. The man followed me throughout the entire ordeal and it didn't really seem strange to me that we were just two stranded individuals. at an airport, at the last gate I went to, I realized he was still following me, he walks up to me and starts chatting about how bad luck we were having having someone approach Eevees, he suggests I rent a car.

I politely tell them no. Old enough the man smiles and he says well I'm old enough to rent a car, how about this? I'll rent us one, you can sleep and I'll drive. I look at him and the way he looks at me scares me. Finally I start to feel that something is wrong I reply uh no but thank you I'm getting quite far away his smile falters for a moment then he suggests that he buy me some food I'm starving I'm tempted I hesitate for a moment but Then I remember a book I had read about a girl who was stolen from the airport after a man spiked her coffee.

This gives me the strength to deny my growling stomach and reject it again. He follows me. I don't know why he already told me that. He's going to rent a car and go, he points to a Mexican restaurant and says, oh, how about that place? He has a strange expression on his face and he is standing too close to me. I shook my head and said, I told you so. I'm not hungry, lie, big lie. I can smell something delicious and I almost give up, but my face doesn't betray my hunger and I keep my pace.

Alright. What about hamburgers? Then he looks a little upset. This guy doesn't give up easily. I ignore it. him, this makes him glare at me and then walk away. I breathe a sigh of relief. I call my sister to tell her about him, not in a malicious way, just a wow, that guy was persistent, kind of. I put him in a chair. Thinking about my options I feel quite alone and worried because my last ticket had me leaving around midnight and it was 9:00 p.m. At that time I was at the airport from 5:00 p.m. If this last flight didn't work out I had no idea what I would do I had no money for a hotel and I didn't feel like sleeping in a chair the last time I fell asleep in public on a train in France a lady tried to steal my backpack but that It's another story.

I look up about 30 minutes later and see the same man walking towards me. I lift my legs up in my chair nervously and pretend to play on my phone. Hello, still here, question, it seems to have cooled down. You just stare at him, he clears his throat and tries again, so I was thinking that you could come and stay at my aunt's house to spend the night with me that's where I'm staying tonight, it wouldn't be a problem, you don't want to be in this airport all night alone, I shake my head and say no, I'm fine, then I return my attention to my phone I didn't even make eye contact I felt very uncomfortable he tries to convince me and I have to firmly say no several more times he looks angry, very angry, his hands are clenched and his smile is obviously fake, it looks like he will break his teeth if he clenches his jaw any more.

I wonder why he hasn't left the airport yet. Then I realized that his luggage is no longer with him. I was rolling it behind him and now it's gone. Where would he be? He would have said it if he hadn't already left and it's been so long why is he back here while I'm thinking about all this? He just stands there staring for what seems like an eternity. He storms off again. I feel so anxious about I told him that I grabbed my things and moved to another door to wait. My phone was dying and I didn't want to be without it, so to charge it I have to plug it into the outlet on the floor.

I curled up and in the hallway between them. chairs to wait, my sister called about an hour later and I was telling him how creepy the dark weather looked outside when I saw him again walking around looking back and forth looking for me. I hunched over even more, but my pink jacket was like a beacon, he stared at me and I looked down, my sister told me to stay on the phone, so I did it right, there you are, he says without even acknowledging that I'm in the way. of a phone call. I'm still talking to my sister when he turns around.

He clearly isn't leaving and doesn't care that he's on the phone. I finally look up, so you're still here. Look, you have to come with me. You can stay with me at my grandparents' house tonight. They would love to have you. You don't care if I bring you, just come with me. He gave me chills, I don't know why, but something in his eyes told me that he was lying through those shiny white teeth of his, you said you were going to stay with your aunt. his face fell, it went from calm and collected to something else, this time not even anger and not defeat either, almost like amusement, kind of like the cat that ate the canary, he shrugs like I tried, but we both recognized that He was trapped in his lie.

All the time my sister greets me repeatedly, but she surprised me a little how indifferent she was when I realized it. I go back to my conversation and he says if you change your mind and he lets the thought fade as he walks backwards. With his eyes still on me, I call my boyfriend and tell him about each exchange and he tells me to find a security guard to let him know. He looked for one but couldn't find it, it was creepy because he had never seen such a deserted airport. I end up deciding to move again and lie down between two different hallways out of sight.

A kid my age walks by and asks me why you're lying on the ground and I aggressively respond to Tad with because I want to, he laughs and raises his hand. the unspoken signal for whoo take it easy I apologize for my abruptness and I tell them that a man was making me nervous he jokingly says that he will protect me and since he seems harmless and I mention my boyfriend I talk to him for a while he tells me he saw me and He asked why the blonde girl looked so sad a little later. I'm thankful I didn't ignore the stranger because I saw the man walking again and found that we made eye contact but he didn't try to approach me. because I wasn't alone anymore, maybe I was just a middle-aged man who was trying his luck to get a girlfriend or something, but scaring someone is not the way to do it, even if he didn't want to hurt me, he was too aggressive and angry.

The fall semester of my third year of college was spent studying abroad with my best friend in Florence. We had a great time exploring the city seeing timeless works of art. Partying every night, making new friends and traveling the country before we knew it. 4 months had passed. and we were on the way to the airport to catch our flight home the night before we saw a huge snow storm, something that is rare in Italy, the city covered in white was shining divinely as we drove and I remember feeling incredibly discouraged to return home to even though it was 5 days before Christmas and I missed my family.

I wanted nothing more than to stay in Florence forever. That feeling lasted 20 minutes. The airport was total chaos and upon entering we discovered that our flight had been cancelled. I directed Waterworks to my friend for the duration of approximately 13 hours yes 7:00 a.m. m. to 8:30 p.m. m. We waited in line to try to get on another flight, they finally gave us tickets for a new flight, but that flight was leaving Rome in 3 days from when we handed over the keys to our apartment and all our other friends had flown home that day. Before we were completely stranded my friend was completely devastated, at the time he was terrified at the thought of us not being able to get back for Christmas and it didn't really help me decide what we should do so I decided the best course of action would be to jump. on a train to Rome and spend the next two nights at the airport after seven exhausting hours on the train, we finally arrived at the Rome airport and tried to find a corner to claim and lie down for the next two nights, we found a small area between a handicapped ramp and the wall, the railing of the ramp created a barrier of sorts and created a nice, seemingly safe corner for us to squeeze into, exhausted, we pushed our luggage to the back of the corner and leaned against After making sure that My friend was fine, I covered myself with my jacket and quickly fell asleep.

I woke up to a pulling sensation on my foot and thought someone had accidentally kicked my shoe while walking by. I took it off and snuggled deeper into my body. jacket less than 3 seconds later I hear a man whisper American American I felt the tug on my foot again I jump up and see my best friend with her jacket on and her luggage next to her standing next to a very handsome Italian who He had peppercorn-white hair and was wearing a dark suit with a champagne-colored tie. His mouth formed a dazzling smile but his eyes didn't smile with it.

I looked at my friend curiously trying to figure out what was going on and why she was standing with him looking at him, I noticed she was looking to the side of her and the guard near the exit, about 40 feet from where we were. Her behavior immediately set off alarm bells in my head and I grabbed my friend's arm to pull her away. He grabbed her other arm and started talking very quickly saying that she worked for the airport and that the flights out of Rome were going to be canceled shortly, that she had a car and that she could take us to Naples and that we could take a ride. flight.

From there he said that my American friend had agreed to go with him and that I was also American and that he was safe with me. I looked at my friend and told him in Italian that we were not interested in his offer and that we would wait for our flight with my hand still firmly gripping my friend's arm, I grabbed my things and walked away from the creep, he immediately stepped in my way. He walked blocking us at the Nook, his eyes without any semblance of humanity locked on mine as he said, American, you're coming.

Being cornered is a strange feeling and before this case it had never happened to me before my reaction was immediate and felt crudely animalistic, filled with rage or terror or both. I lunged at this man and put both fists into his stomach. It definitely surprised him and it definitely took his breath away because his knees buckled and he fell to the ground, dragging my friend with him as soon as they hit the ground, my friend started screaming and the man was quick to get up and get away from us, but not before the security guard by the door caught up to him in my adrenaline-filled state.

I started repeating that he's trying to take us, he's trying to take us as the security guard knelt on the boys back holding him there until other guards could help him when the man was secured they left him off the ground to take him to what I guess It was the airport detention room as they picked him up he looked directly at me with his empty eyes and smiled fakely and whispered see you soon American As soon as he was out of my sight I broke down sobbing. I was so exhausted and terrified and incredibly angry at the fact that my friend had agreed to go with this man that I had thought it was a good plan to get in a car with this person who we had never met and who had put us in an extremely difficult situation. dangerous when I confronted her.

Her only excuse was that she wanted to get home in time for Christmas. If she had gone with him, I don't think she would have made it. I came home for another Christmas. I was living in Austin, Texas at the time, but had flown to Los Angeles for the weekend. My friends hosted an annual music festival at a biker bar around Joshua Tree, just a relatively small town compared to Coachella and that's where most of the attendees are also musicians and everyone knows each other, so we drank a lot for about 3 days, in the end you tend to need at least a week to recover, so I was flying back to Texas crazy hung up.

I felt miserable and completely exhausted. I had a flight from Los Angeles to Dallas and then a quick hop to Austin from there. She was sitting by the window on the left side, where there were only two seats. In the aisle seat was a totally unremarkable middle-aged woman, just your average Texas mom, we made polite small talk for a few minutes, but I really felt like doing nothing but curling up against the wall and passing out, so little After takeoff I put on headphones and started watching a movie on my iPod until I fell asleep through the entire movie.

I thought I noticed her trying to look over my shoulder and watch the movie too and then muttering something like "Oh great, just ignore me." This happened several times, but I became convinced that I was simply misunderstanding her. I finally realized it. the writing of her furiously scribbling in the margins of a battered leather-bound book. I kept looking to see it and saw that the entire book was filled with unintelligible Chicken Scratch and almost all the spaceavailable in the margins. I also noticed that he was an Alcoholics Anonymous. book whatever I thought just someone with some problems Eventually I fell asleep I woke up Landing in Dallas people start getting off the plane the lady makes no effort to start packing her things or getting ready to leave she just keeps sitting there doodling on her book like I said I have a tremendous hangover and a bit of a bad mood and I have no patience for anything that prolongs the time I have to spend on a plane, he arrives at our row and it is his turn to move towards the aisle and again he does not move in absolute. the lines behind us now starting to leave finally i say hey i have a connection to pick up so i have to move here joking into the hallway and standing up she laughs shakes her head looks at me and says oh no no you're not going anywhere I was so confused that my mind was now at its sharpest point that day I responded with I assure you I am going somewhere I am going to get off this plane now she shook her head again and said but you promised me that you would never leave me now other people who are exiting the plane are looking at this exchange very bewildered and I make eye contact with a few people who give me that, can you believe this look before pushing me out of the line saying no, no, I certainly never said that.

I'm leaving now as I pass, she sighed and sold herself well. I guess I have to go with you, at which point she stands behind me, leaves her bag, her book and all of her belongings on the plane and follows me all the way down the tunnel. and through the terminal and up the escalators this woman is on my heels smiling like crazy the entire time as I walk fast but she is right behind my heels. I didn't say anything at first and my mind kept saying why is this. Happening right now, I just didn't want to deal with the damn breakdown this woman was having, or the way I was feeling, I finally made it through the Montreal waiting room to the next terminal where my connecting flight is and she saddles up. . right next to me still smiling at this point I say okay seriously why are you following me like this his answer this time because I love you and you promised me that you would never be apart from me I laughed nervously and looked at the strangers also waiting for the train making sure that I announced out loud that no, I didn't promise, I have no idea who you are, the train arrives, I get on, she obviously follows me, now she's trying to hold my hand, I move around the Montreal car and send her messages text to the girl.

At that moment I was seeing what was going on and how I'm actually a little terrified of this woman. However, my phone was at 1% and died before I could get a response. This woman was actually scaring me a lot. Her eyes were completely empty, there was nothing but emptiness in her gaze, she didn't blink, along with her unwavering smile. I was becoming more and more certain that it was only a matter of time before she exploded and proceeded to stab me or push me down an escalator or something. She is still holding my hand and following me as she pushes the small train car and announces to the other strangers.

I have no idea who this woman seriously is. Can someone get through safely or something? But everyone responded with silence, no one else wanted to. To deal with this, I felt like I was crazy now too, making random statements to a train full of strangers, we finally arrived at the other terminal. I almost ran to my door with her right behind me, still saying things like "you can do it." Don't walk away from me this time. I reach the door and spend a moment scanning the crowd. I see a woman in what looked like a police uniform waiting and said, "Excuse me, are you security or police?", or I see this lady, but she just shakes her head.

To me, everyone in the crowd tries their best to ignore us. You'd be surprised how hard it is to find security or police at a damn airport these days. When you really need them, I finally walk up to the desk and blatantly interrupt the agent who's there doing my best to maintain his composure. I put on a half smile and explained hello, so this woman standing right next to me here I have no idea. who is she and she has been following me for quite some time both agents laugh, the male one makes a comment like oh long vacation huh yeah seriously how can I help you?

The crazy woman laughed and they rolled their eyes at my confident statement. I didn't know her I chuckled, shook my head and said no, I'm serious, I have no idea who this woman is, they finally saw the desperation in my eyes and the seriousness of my tone and their smiles faded. , can we see your boarding? passes I handed her mine, she took hers out of her pocket as I continued to explain that I was on my previous flight, she even left her bag on that plane in the other terminal, the agents talk to themselves off to the side for a moment while I ignore completely to the woman who simply slaps her hand as she tries to hold mine for the hundredth time.

The agents make a few quick calls to keep quiet and then come back and just say, "Come with me," and immediately take me through the door and slam it shut. I propose to my pursuer and they put me on the plane about 10 minutes before any other passenger, while a stream of staff filters through each one offering a new apology. Finally, the rest of the passengers get on and they all shoot me looks as they pass by me. row some sympathy some pure confusion the man sitting behind me asks hey man, what was that? I gave him the short version and he tells me that she completely and completely collapsed the moment she got on the plane, screaming, tearing her hair out. hitting her feet, they took her away in handcuffs.

You didn't really know her, no, I didn't know until today. I still wonder all the time what the hell was going on with that woman. I've barely told this story to many of my friends because it's so incredible. I never received any other information about the incident, never learned who she was or why she thought she had promised him anything much less eternal companionship and love.