One lady in a motel in Seaside Heights, New Jersey when I was like 10. I was in a pool and this woman was staring at me. I was going back up to our room after I saw her there. She stopped me and asked me what I thought about my parents. I told her a wholesome answer, something like even though they can be tough on me at times I love them very much. She told me her son “wasn’t here right now” and she “missed him very much”. She asked me for a hug which I gave her since I didn’t know what to do. I went up to the room and told my mom. My mom came down with me back to the pool and my mom could immediately tell this woman was high out of her mind. The woman stared at me in the pool for a while longer and then said that her room was stinky and her and her husband were going to leave. She asked me to go into the room with her and my mom told her no. My mom said we would go back up to our room. The woman wanted another hug from me, which I gave her. After we walked away I never saw her again.
I went to Fangoria (horror movie convention) by myself as a teen (dad was too cheap to get a ticket). I entered a theater for some obscure horror movie from the 60s.
The theater was nearly empty, so it was very obvious when two guys came in, whispered something to each other, pointed at me. and separated.
This 36 year old obese man with a puca shell necklace and bleached tips sat next to me. He asked me my name and I was polite and just said “hi, I’m 16”
“I’m 36”
Then he followed me out of the theater.
Me., a true crime junkie at the time, was thinking “fuck no I’m staying near the crowds” so I went to the artist alley and talked to a bunch of people while he kept following me. Then I hopped into a crowded showing for a film preview. He got cold feet and finally left me alone.
I wish I had the sense back then to tell the staff about him, bit I was so shaken that I just went home instead.