Ever Have the Hair on the Back of your Neck Stand on End?

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i have had that feeling numerous times in my life ! One of the most memorable was 20 + years ago my youngest son was 2 months old ! The baby was fussy and my wife got up and had nursed him and then lay down in the living room on a comforter with the baby and was rubbing his back They both fell asleep ! my wife woke up in the darkend house ,when she opened her eyes she was looking at a pair of feet and lower legs ,when she looked up she realized tha it was not me !:what: The intruder made eye contact with her , she pulled the baby close to her and told him to get out in a calm voice ! She said he just smiled and wwalked out through the open sliding glass door into the back yard ! She jumped up closed and locked the door ,called 911 and then came and woke me up ! I grabbed my speed six and a flashlight , she told me had gone out the door ,so i checked the rest of the house to make sure he was by himself ! (wife was still on the phone with 911! We didnt lose much monitarilly in that break in , but it raised our awareness to a new level ! The real creepy part is that we found evidence that before my wife woke up the creep had been in every room in the house and had made several trips outside and was going through what he had found outside !!:banghead:It the weeks following this we got an alarm system and a german shepard ! by the way the police caught the guy and cleared over 40 cases of occupied burglary by this one guy ! my wife identified the guy in a line up , he went to trail and to prison ! we were told that he died in prison fom some undisclosed reason !! BEWARE!!
 
Yes, just last night. Three guys came up to me as I was unloading some things from my car, pointed a gun at me, and said "yo man, give me everything."

It wasn't a fake robbing, I was robbed at gunpoint right outside my house. Slept with the 12 ga at the ready.
 
THELAXPLAYER - "... Yes, just last night. ...It wasn't a fake robbing, I was robbed at gunpoint right outside my house."


Where was this??

Any details??

L.W.
 
I have also been in the woods and been majorly creeped out for no reason (broad daylight) so much so that I finished my walk w/ gun in hand...:(
 
Yes, I've had that feeling a few times. Mostly at night. One occassion stands out. I had been drinking with a friend in my apartment, and now I was following said friend (girl) home. When we had walked maybe half of the distance, we saw a bunch of guys hanging out in the parking lot of a closed store. Creepy. We both turned towards each other at the same time and said "this is a good place for an ambush". And when we looked ahead of us again, everyone had gone into hiding. And then the hair on the back of my neck went crazy. I knew these guys was out there somewhere, and would've probably jumped at my friend had she been walking alone. I was unarmed, both by law and by the fact that I had lost my beloved folder :(.
 
Alright here goes...

Yesterday was a long day. Got up at 5am to get ready for work. Go to work... 9 hours of AutoCAD work and trying to pry info out of the guys machining the tools to find out exactly what they are asking me for. Then I go home to pack my car up, as classes start monday so I was moving into the house here in Flint Michigan (3rd most dangerous city in the US apparently... that sucks). After packing I went up to Goodrich, near flint, for my girlfriends homecoming football game. She graduated two years ago (so did I, but from a different school) and usually they let the band alumni play at homecoming games. This year they didn’t so she was really upset about that. I broke a $20 to get us in ($5 each) then got her a water later for $1, leaving $9 in my pocket. After the game we went back to her house for a few minutes so I could get my playstation and guitar hero back, as I left it with her for the week, then I left to go move in. So I show up and wait a couple minutes for my brother and a friend our ours to get back from shopping to let me in, as I don't have a key yet. So I go inside, take a look around the house, then decide it's time to unpack. First I grab my shotgun out of the car and take that inside as if it was stolen and used in a crime I could be in a heap of trouble I think. 2nd trip out I was grabbing a bag of clothes when three young black males (early 20's, dressed all gangsaish) came running up from down the street. They closed me in so I was trapped between the open door of my car and them when one of them drew out a large framed black revolver and said "yo man, gimme everything".

My first thought was "everything? i've got a whole car full of stuff..." but I didn't say that out loud. I put my hands up hoping not to get SHOT (man that sucks) and then slowly pulled out my wallet. I could tell they were pretty nervous too and I have heard what a pain in the ass you're in for having to get a new license and credit cards if your wallet is lost or stolen, so I calmly opened the wallet to grab the cash... there was none in there. Thinking they'd take the whole thing if I didn't give them something, I remembered there was $9 in my pocket from earlier in the day. I slowly reach into my pocket and hand him the $9. He asked “how much is this man?” It took all the restraint I had left not to call him a complete dumbass for not even being able to count, but I just said it was nine dollars, to which he replied “man…” and I told him that was all I had. Then he asked “yo man, you got the keys to this car?” (’07 Chevy Cobalt SS Supercharged) and I told him they were inside. They were inside… my pocket, but I guess he assumed I meant the house. Then they took off running. I guess they decided not to stick around long because there were multiple cars out front and the door was open, so they didn’t want others coming out (smart move on their part, this isn’t the house you want to break into…).

I was quite scared having a gun pointed at me, but glad I’m safe…. And HIGHLY amused that they left me standing there with a pretty nice watch (higher end citizen), the keys to my brand new $24k car, my cell phone, and my wallet, as they ran off with NINE dollars.

Called the police and filed a report (they sent two cars, one to look for them and one for the report… guessing they’re the two cars the school is paying for).

I guess the moral of the story is to be aware of what’s going on around you at all times, and try your best to avoid situations like this. That said, we now have 3 bats, 3 12ga shotguns, and a couple other guns of various types in the house. We’re not going to go looking for trouble, but I don’t want to be sitting around unarmed if somebody decides they want to come take a look around the inside.
 
It's happened a couple of times at work:

First time was doing a building clearing on an empty apartment building that a client of ours had bought. There were looters and squaters in the building. The building was located in Garfield Park on the west side of Chicago. 11 floors, probably 15-20 units per floor plus a roof, basement and sub-basement. We searched that building floor by floor, room by room. No electricity or anything in the building and a constant stench of urine made things even more unpleasant.

Second time was near the Altgeld Gardens housing projects near the south side of Chicago. I was taking pictures for an insurance claim. I had my .45 with me and initially decided that I'd just keep it with me in my messenger bag. When I entered the neighborhood and saw a guy training his Pits' cardio by having it run while he rode his bike, I decided to wear the .45.

Third time was on the south side of Chicago Heights. I was doing residency verifications for new students in the school district. It was a crappy neighborhood and when I drove by, everyone stared. Made sure I had a chambered round and extra mag before I exited the car.

Another time was in Melrose Park, again doing residency verifications. In one neighborhood, the same car would always drive by me slow. The windows were tinted so I had no idea what I was against. When that happened, I drew my .45 and had it pointed at the vehicle but it was not visible to them. Another time was at a motel complex.

I've learned to trust my instincts.
 
Middle of the night I'm fast asleep with the girlfriend in my arms. I hear this metallic crash, short and powerfull and I woke up like a shot. Girlfriend was freaked at me getting up so fast, but I was freaked that someone was breaking into my house trying to steal my stuff!

I must have just stood up, whispering to my girlfriend not to say anything and was just listening. Hairs were standing up for sure, and I wanted to make sure that I heard another noise before I pulled a shotgun from above my bed.

Didn't hear anything when I finally realized that I left some dishes with partial food on them upstairs on the table, and the dog had gotten into them and while stacked, they made a short fall into each other making the noise lol.
 
The Calaveras County murderers

My parents' neighbors had an incident many years ago. They were on their way to Yosemite (I think) and pulled over at some vista point to admire a view. They were standing outside of their car when a van pulled up and two men got out. My parents' neighbors immediately felt in fear for their lives, got back in their car, locked the doors, and drove away. Months later they discovered that the two men were Leonard Lake and Charles Ng, the Calaveras County murderers.
 
Two recent trips to the local 7-11 at o'dark thirty.

Trip 1 - I enter 7-11 about 10 or 11pm at night to pick up a Foster's Oil can and there is a white Ford van with no front plates loaded with young black men all gangsta'd out. Not normal for the neighorhood, but the one guy speaking Ebonics on the phone with someone and wandering around the store as if doing a patrol seemed rather odd. I made eye contact with him several times and also made a point to be keep in close proximity to his homies in line at the counter should anything go awry. If it had not been for his roving patrol of the store, I would not have thought anything of it, this part is what had me at odds with the situation and had the hackles up.

Trip 2 - Had another one at the local 7-11 where yet another black gangsta looking fellow seemed to be stalling at the checkout counter. Something was just not right, it doesn't take that long to find change in your pocket unless you have something like pistol in your pocket. I positioned myself on his right side, put my stuff on the counter and gave myself a good position between him and the other customers. It appeared as if he might have had a robbery on his mind, but there were too many people in the store to do it successfully. Almost that "well, this isn't going to work as planned" look on his face as he fumbled for the exact change. Of course, nothing happened, but another customer and I made eye contact and we both had that "this smells fishy doesn't it" exchange as I cautiously to him while placing my items on the counter to free up my hands.

My .45 was in tow in both cases. It's a constant companion. I realize it is not a magic wand or anything to save me from all evil, but these moments when my spidey senses kick in seem to be more bearable with it in tow than without it. Like a boy scout, I feel prepared. I still don't feel at ease or even comfortable at times, but I do feel confident that should an armed robbery break out while I'm getting a gut bomb at o'dark thirty, the robber won't be the only armed person if all goes ugly.
 
I've had a couple of those. One was when I was driving a friend back onto her college campus. We were in one of the areas of town that has a big gang problem. Late at night, pretty light traffic. Next thing I know I've not only got that hair standing on end thing, but I've got the flashing red lights, alarm bells, and sirens. I made the first turn I could and floored it, getting the heck outta the area. Funny thing is, she got the same feeling and was about to say something when I made the turn. We get back to her campus, and I walk her back to her dorm. I head home, and don't really think much more about it. But I didn't drive home the way that I had detoured around either. Next morning, was watching the news to find out that there'd been a gang fight between two rival gangs right about the time we'd been supposed to be driving through there with several shots fired.
 
I like to play the "guess what each suspect looks like" game when reading each of these posts. Except for the Calaveras Murderers post, I've been right. :)
 
In college. I took my wife and infant daughter to the grocery store one evening, and as we left, I noticed that the larger of the two indigent homeless folks that had been stationed to either side of the entrance was out in the parking lot, while the skinny hairy one was still near the door to my left. We started towards our car, and the one in the parking lot started angling to cut us off, while the other started following close behind us.

I "cleared my coat" as the saying used to go for popping the front of your coat open and flipping it lightly to make sure it isn't tangled around your weapon. They both peeled off instantly. It was weird how fast they changed directions. No weapon presentation on either side.

Not the first time, not the last that the "spidey sense" has clicked in.
 
I was moving and had been calling around to find a moving company that gave me the lowest quote. Moving day arrived and the “movers” were late, so I called my contact and he gave me some story which translated to "sit tight" and a few hours later they showed up. The movers sent were real losers and my wife was obviously feeling “the bad vibe” was being critical, not wanting to deal with it I sent her to the new house. Anyway, there were two of them and one was pretty big, actually both were big guys, but one of them was 6’6 and 300 or so. I was just getting this odd vibe from them. It seemed like they were watching me, and trying to get to get organized, or develop a plan between the two of them so I stayed inside and got boxes ready for them to move to the truck. We worked like that for awhile, for the record, they were moving at an exceptionally slow rate, which I thought was odd. Finally, I hear this noise outside and I go out to see one of the dudes dragging a drawer from the chest on the ground instead of carrying it.

So I asked him to bring it back and I corralled him and his buddy and said, "give me the paper work, here is $50.00 for your trouble, now get lost and don't come back." The big dude looked at his buddy and then said, "what if that isn't enough". I then swung my flannel shirt open giving them both a view of my .38 and I said "then we have a problem." I carry crossdraw, so with my hands on my hips, either hand can draw and fire. I could see that this wasn't lost on them and I (in a rare show of intelligence) had them bunched together shoulder to shoulder, so covering them with the gun would have been trival.

They left… In hindsight, I am sure that they were going to rip me off. Moral = call reputable people and pay the price, or risk working with losers.


lloydkristmas said:
I like to play the "guess what each suspect looks like" game when reading each of these posts. Except for the Calaveras Murderers post, I've been right.
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I see that you are a new member so I will be polite. This isn't a racist board and that kind of statement is not appreciated by me or others here. If I were you I would edit it to something relevant to the topic.
 
Thats not a "racist" comment. So far they've all been gangbangers, with the exception of the two murderers and now the movers in the story above. Sorry if it came off the wrong way.
 
I was riding the subway, an express but during the slow time during the day. Just me, this other girl, and then these two guys, and one is talking about how he put his girlfriend in the hospital, and the other's laughing. And they just won't shut up about how he busted her up and burned her and its an express so the girl and I can't really leave and its not like you want to get up and run around the subway car with them.

The girl and I were just trading looks, we were both scared to death.

Then the louder of the two guys came over and sat down right next to me and smirked and said "how YOU doing?"

The other guy, just then, said, "yo, man, this's our stop" and they got off and once they were gone, that girl and I could not stop laughing hysterically. Just laughing like hell.

That was pretty much the day I decided I needed a concealed carry permit.
 
Josie, I travel to Philly quite often. I always make sure I carry. That place is a nightmare. Dont drag your feet in getting that permit! :D

Its out of control.
 
I wouldn't say "nightmare" but our current record-breaking more-than-one-a-day homicide rate isn't anything to dance in the streets about.

So the mayor (exactly how much obscenity is okay on this board? I dunno, so I'll just say "the mayor" :fire:) proposed a handgun ban. Yeah, I can see the logic there, then I can REASON WITH THEM. :cuss:
 
Thelaxpayer....
Sorry to hear about your "incident"...I'm glad you came away from it unscathed.

From your post I'm guessing that you might go to Kettering?? The new neighborhood wouldn't happen to be Mott Park would it??
That area is notorious for crime like that...all the thugs prey on the college kids.
I've had guns pulled on me several times..definately scary. But welcome to Flint right???

Some words of advice from someone who's spent the last 15 years in and around downtown Flint....
-Keep NOTHING in your car. No spare change, cd's, sunglasses, and you might also want to think about carrying your registration and proof of insurance with you. Give them no reason to want to break into your car.
-Keep that $9 or so in your front pocket...its a nice little decoy that as you witnessed, will pacify the criminal element.
-Make sure your house is secure. Chances are, if they saw that you were just moving in, they will be back while you are at work/school. In their eyes, you may have come off as an easy target.

good luck to you, and I hope that this is the only incident that you have during your stay in this hellhole.

chris
 
Last night.

My fiance and I are staying at her folks' place, living in the "Bounder" out past the garage about 60 yds from the house.
I was walking through the fenced pool area out of the gate and into the darkness. I heard a definite growl come from beyond the fence on the opposite side of the pool. There is a "tracks-to-trails" running trail over there and it is frequented by druggies and drunks.

I froze in my tracks so as to better hear. All I had was my 4" folder so I flicked it open. I stood in the dark listening for about 2 minutes but heard nothing. I moved on the gravel, making a bit of noise and then heard it again. At that point I decided to make my move for the RV.

No other noises except me waking myself up snoring about an hour later.....I think......
 
This happened about 2 years ago. It was around 8pm or so and me, my sister, and my mom went to go get some groceries. As usual, I quickly got bored, and went to hang out in the magazine isle for a bit, browsing through the latest issues of Soldier of Fortune and Popular Mechanics, and well as Guns and Ammo and EGM (yeah, I'm a speed reader), and like 30 minutes later, I go back and meet up with my mom and sister, and go out, pay, etc. Nothing unusual yet. The store itself was quiet, with only one or two people in it at the time. So we leave after paying.
It was raining pretty heavy at the time so I volunteered to go get the car so that my mom and sis wouldn't get wet. I like walking in the rain I guess. So I pop open an umbrella, and grab my car keys. I make a habit to avoid carrying anything in my right hand (my fighting hand), but that night I had my umbrella in my right, and car keys on the left. So there I was, walking to the car in an otherwise deserted parking lot, thinking about how cold Florida rain feels, and the cynic in me makes a wise remark about the "Sunshine" state... Out of the corner of my eye, I see this guy leaning against the wall. He's like 100 feet away, but he's eyeballing me. I get that gut feeling that's he's up to no good. I mean who stands in the rain staring at people?
2 seconds later he's walking towards me. I mean right at me. He seemed to be going out of his way to come near me, so the first thought in my head is this guy wants to dance... I make it a habit to have at the very least a knife with me at all times. Unless I'm going to an airport, or a city hall, or somewhere with metal detectors, I will always have at least a blade on me, sometimes two depending on the area I'll be in. I make it a point not to be an easy victim, although at the time I was only 19 and did not have any firearms.

So as he's walking at me, I notice he puts his hand in his pocket. I think he'll be on me in 5 seconds. At this time I figured I had 3 options. 1 stop, turn around, walk away. 2 Play it cool and keep walking towards the car. 3, stab first, ask questions later. Option 1 means I turn my back on a threat. It also means I'll lead him in the direction of my mom and sister. Always a bad idea. Option 3 is not a good option because I don't know if he's just some guy trying to ask for directions or something... So I go for option 2. Once he gets within 20 feet of me he asks me where I'm going. I say, "to my car". He stops and looks at me. He stares hard. Hand still in his pocket. I keep walking. I'm thinking to myself that I can take this guy out so long as he doesn't pull a gun on me. If he pulls a gun on me, I need to be within arms reach of him to stand a chance. He's a 95 LBs crackhead. I'm 5'10, 155 lbs... A quick punch to the throat will end it. He follows me for like 3-4 feet, and then he awkwardly says "Have a good night". I say "you too" and I get in the car. I notice he's heading right to my mom and sister. At this time I figure things are going south fast. He's making a bee line for them, and I got maybe 30 seconds to get there. I'm thinking "****!... I wish my mom had decided to buy that .38 she wanted..." So I get in the car, open the knife, and place in in my waist band for quick access. Turn on the engine, and drive right up to where he is, which happens to be 6 feet away from where my mom and sister are standing.
He saw me and he backed away, and went to some vending machines a little bit farther off and continued staring. We put the bags in the trunk and drove off. Hopefully he didn't attack anyone that night, but trust me when I tell you, that guy was up to no good. It's a gut feeling that I know is right. I'm glad nothing happened, and that we're all safe, but to me this proves to me why we need to protect ourselves from stuff like this. We all need to take steps to become harder victims.

Thankfully that is the only time I have ever felt directly threatened, and I hope it'll be the last, although I am better prepared this time around.
 
Worked in a dormitory type prison for a short time. Upon entering a dorm to do a head count, the hair on my neck stood up. Almost immediatly, i was attacked by two inmates. i kicked the one with the shank in the lower side and hit the other guy a good blow in the chest and yelled to both of them to stay on the floor.

The one i hit stayed on the floor but the other one jumped up and came at me again. This time i kicked him twice in the stomach and chest: Both inmates went to the hospital for major maintenance. Quit that job soon after that.
 
My wife woke me screaming in the middle of the night with a bad dream. She was crying and shaking hysterically. I asked her what was wrong, she told me she had just seen me killed in her dream. She said that I was in a friend's cigar store when a young, Hispanic (just being descriptive, not racist) male wearing a black hooded sweatshirt with a white stripe on it came in with two girls (young women) and held the place up. He shot me, then they ran off. Then she woke up.

The next day, I knowingly went to the friend's shop with my P-11 on my hip. EVERYONE in that store from the owner to the regulars carry, so I wasn't afraid to go. I told my friends about the wife's dream, and they all agreed it was freaky.

Not as freaky as it got.

Just as I finished telling them the dream, guess who walks in.
A young Hispanic male wearing a black hoodie with a white stripe and two girls. Not kidding. As he walked in, I could see a bulge in his right hand pocket. About .38 size. The bulge swayed tellingly as he walked. One of the girls stayed with him, and the other one went back outside, no doubt as a lookout. The one that stayed with him kept scoping out the store and using hand signals to the one outside.

The minute we saw him everyone inside stood up. That took him by surprise. We stayed standing the whole time he was in there, ready for action, not saying a word. The girl with him noticed this and signaled something to the girl outside. The girl outside signaled back and went to the car. The guy jawed in Spanish with the owner (who is Puerto Rican) for a while, looked around a few times, then they left. It was only when they got in the car that I saw two other males inside.

If they were looking for a fight, they were going to get one. There were five other regulars in the store beside me, all of us armed. The owner too. My friends store has gotten cased regularly, but never robbed. There is always someone ready, and the would-be predators know it.
 
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