My Fake Birthday
When I was in school, aged 14/15, I used to get the bus back home at the end of the school day. There was always this creepy old guy who would sit in the same seat, on the same bus as me, every day. I never really thought much of him apart from that he would often stare at me.
One day, there was an empty seat (a rarity as it was a busy bus more often than not). It was on the aisle next to his.
He began a conversation with me over the empty seats about my school work and started asking me when my birthday was; year included.
I found this pretty weird so I just lied and got off the bus a little sooner than my stop. A few days later, I rushed past him when I got on the bus to sit at the back so I could escape his stares and not be noticed.
He hadn’t noticed me so I felt a bit more at ease. When getting off the bus, I looked over at his notepad—and my blood ran cold. He was drawing a picture of me. The fake birthday date I gave him was also noted on the page. I stopped getting that bus from then on. Story credit: Reddit / gl0wwbaby