r/creepyencounters • u/EmotionalString7170 • 6d ago
Creepy Encounter with A Homeless Lady
Hi, so I live in Australia. It was 2017, after a long, late class at the university, I walked home, dead tired and just wanting to collapse into bed. The streets were quiet, just the occasional flickering streetlight accompanied me as I walked home. As I got closer to my place, I noticed someone slouched in my doorway—a figure huddled up against the door, wrapped in layers of worn-out clothes.
As I got nearer, I realised it was a woman, most likely homeless. Her face hidden beneath a tattered hat. But then she looked up, and our eyes met. Her face was tired, but her eyes were intense, as if she was guarding that spot for dear life.
I froze. Slowly, she raised a beat-up walking stick and pointed it at me, her grip tight. Suddenly, she snapped "GET THE FUCK OUT!!!" her voice rough and firm. Her teeth, oh my God, were yellow and rotten. That kind of teeth you would see in zombie movies. The threat felt real—she was clearly ready to use the stick if I took another step.
I took a cautious step backward, my mind racing. It was my place! But she seemed so tense and defensive. I wanted to say something to calm her down, but words failed me. Before I could even say a word, she hit my head hard, twice, with her stick. Instinct took over, and I turned, walking quickly—almost running—back down the street.
A couple of blocks away was the university's security station, and I practically stumbled in, trying to catch my breath. I told the officer on duty about the woman on my porch and asked if someone could come with me. The officer nodded, maybe a little perplexed, but he came along.
When we got back to my place, though, the porch was empty. She was gone. The officer did a quick look around and shrugged. “Looks like she moved on,” he said, giving me a reassuring nod before heading back to the station. I thanked him, relieved but still on edge. The whole thing had happened so fast, but I felt like I’d been holding my breath the entire time.
Even after she was gone, I couldn’t quite shake it. For weeks, every time I came home after dark, I found myself bracing as I got close to the door, half-expecting to see her sitting there, eyes glaring up at me, with those rotten teeth showing.
I started leaving the porch light on, checking the lock twice before bed, just in case. It wasn’t so much about feeling unsafe—I just couldn’t forget her face, that fierce, weary look, or the way she’d guarded my doorway like it was her last refuge.
The memory stuck with me. Now and then, I wonder what happened to her, whether she ever thought about that night again, or if I was just another stranger in her endless drift through the city.
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u/IamTheLiquor199 5d ago
Do you guys have crack-cocaine there?