Think I told this story in a different thread some years ago. Just to be clear - I don't consider this story a source of pride. It just is what it is.
In my early 20s I'm going to school and working nights as a kitchen hand. I'm living not far from the local hospital, and my walk home at night takes me right past it.
Now, I've lived near a hospital twice in my life, and both had large mental health and drug treatment units. It makes for some interesting encounters.
So one night I'm walking home past the hospital, I have my headphones on and music up loud, and I feel a tug on my sleeve. It's not unusual to be hassled by weirds in this area, so I pull my arm away and keep walking - ignoring is always the best strategy. But I feel a tug again, and now I'm irritated. I spin around to give this person a earful, and I'm confronted with a young lady about my age. Maybe 5'6, brunette, cute. She's in a hoodie and jeans but I can tell she's got a trim body with curves. So I allow her to walk and talk with me. She's a little odd to say the least, but very interested in me for whatever reason. I'm a young guy and I'm enjoying the attention from an attractive female even if she's cuckoo.
Between the hospital and my apartment there's an old graveyard. Like really old with crumbling gravestones and shit. I don't think anyone had been buried there since the 1800s. As we're walking through, we sit down on a bench to keep chatting. She starts getting frisky. I start getting frisky back. I take her hand and lead her among the graves where it's dark. She props herself up on one of the gravestones and ............ yeah you get the point.
After that we're sitting down again, and I'm feeling super uncomfortable about the whole scenario now. She's still chewing my ear off, but now she's giving me her whole back story. Turns out she'd had a major meth fueled psychotic episode and been committed to the psych ward of the hospital, which is not making me feel any better. Not only that, she's not supposed to be able to leave, so someone is probably looking for her as we speak. And now she's asking me what we're gonna do now, and are we gonna go to my place.
So I do the only think I can think to do, excuse myself to take a piss. I walk behind some trees, but I keep walking, then I break into a run, and without looking back once I keep running all the way to the other side of the graveyard and exit there, then find my way home giving that whole area wide berth. Never saw her again.
Cliffs: banged a meth head on someone's grave then ran away.