Random Pizza Delivery Drivers Describe Their Creepiest Late Night Horror Stories (16 items)

• (#9) Avoid Deliveries To Kampgrounds Of America

  From Cytomorphenstein:

  "I delivered pizzas for a long time in my early 20s in south GA for a local owned pizzeria. It was a great job, I got minimum wage, a two-dollar delivery fee went to me for every delivery, and I got to keep all my tips.

  Scariest experience while doing this? Going to the local Kampgrounds of America campsite and delivering pizza to shirtless people who hung out on the porches of their cabins, smelled like cat piss, and we're visibly armed. Fun fact: heavy meth use or cooking meth results in a cat p*ss smell."
• (#1) Too Many Guns, And One Gun Too Soon

  From tacticoolmachinist:

  "I was a driver for Domino's and our store was closing for the night. I was helping out with the closing duties and had just taken out half of the daily trash to the dumpster. When I came back to grab the rest of the trash, I left the side door ajar so I wouldn't have to deal with the keypad with my hands full. Well, a robber decided that was his opportunity to come in and brandish a gun in our faces. The scariest and most vivid moment for me was staring at the ugly brown tile thinking it would be the last thing I ever saw.

  I was given a week off, but when I got back I was still a jumpy wreck for months.

  About three weeks after the robbery, I was at a customer's door when he quickly swung his door open and pointed a pistol in my face, almost touching my forehead. He held it there for about ten hours (two seconds) before exclaiming 'It's just a joke, I thought you were my friends,' and showed me that it was just an airsoft pistol.

  I carried my pistol every single day after the robbery. The guy with the airsoft pistol was super lucky my hands were full of pizza."
• (#16) Delivering To A Dodgy Part Of Town

  From moneyf0lder:

  "I delivered pizzas from age 19-23 in a crappy part of town and later a rich part.

  The crappy part of town had many dodgy experiences. One night near close we got a shady sounding order (I didn't take the call) to a fake address. They then changed it to another when we wouldn't deliver. We had a sneaky suspicion something was up, so I brought the cook with me, and we both brought large metal pipes with us. He just stood next to my car while I went to the door.

  When I knocked the porch light flicked on and off a few times. Knocked again... porch light flickered. Happens a few more times until some grouchy middle age man opened the door (think Carl from Aqua Teen Hunger Force), bluntly told me he didn't order, and shut the door in my face. When we left we noticed a bunch of hooded guys in the bushes across the street. Later that night a rival pizza chain driver was robbed on that street."
• (#6) A Delivery For James McCloud

  From H8erRaider:

  "I had a delivery under a mile away for a James McCloud. The name already stood out to me being that it's the father of Fox McCloud in Starfox. The total was just over $20. I arrive knock on the door. He answers completely naked hands me two $20 bills and says 'hope you enjoy the big tip' then does a wiggle to each side so his d*ck slapped each thigh once and closes the door.

  I enjoyed both tips."
• (#5) A 'Spicy' Pizza Nearly Resulted In Death

  From abortionlasagna:

  "This is not only my scariest experience, but also the time I almost got my now boyfriend murdered because of a sh*tty sexual innuendo.

  I used to work at a Pizza Hut in a pretty sh*tty area of Tucson. Think lots of trailer parks, crappy apartments, and shitty duplexes. Most people were on drugs and welfare so tips were very rare. That evening a man had ordered a large meat lover's pizza with extra sausage and another driver took his delivery. Before the driver even came back, the man already called the store complaining his pizza was so spicy that it was inedible, and he would like a new one. While it was likely impossible the pizza was actually spicy and this dude probably just wanted free food, we obliged and handed the driver a new pizza when he returned to take back to the customer. Well, this did not appease him. Over the span of a couple hours the man called two more times insisting that the pizza was way too spicy, he couldn't eat it! We kept bringing him new pizzas, but this time we're taking back the old ones for 'quality checks' when really we were just tossing them in the dumpster in hopes that this guy would give up his scam.

  Finally it got to be about 11 PM, with one hour left until closing. And the man had once again called back saying that he cannot eat his pizza, he needed a new one! At this point we suspected that there's something seriously wrong with this guy, and no one wanted to go out there in the middle of the night to confront him. So the manager informed him that there was unfortunately no way that we could appease him, but if he came down to the store tomorrow he would be happy to issue him a refund. We thought that was the end of it.

  I was not a closer that night, so I was cashing out at the front register when a beater truck screeched into the parking lot and parked right at the front door. A rather disheveled and overweight man came in holding a pizza. He put the pizza on the counter and informed me he's here for his refund. I called the manager. While I was still up front calculating my cash for the night, the man opened up the box and started talking to me 'Dude this pizza is so f*cking spicy. You gotta try this sh*t. It's unreal. Someone musta been putting chiltipins in the sauce or some sh*t!' I just awkwardly let him know I believed him and moved out of the way so the manager could issue the refund. As this is going on, the man started getting more agitated. He pushed his pizza towards the manager, repeating 'Man you gotta try this pizza! You gotta believe me! It's so spicy!' all the while jabbing his pointer finger into the pizza and mashing it up into a disgusting mess. My manager kept telling him it's fine, he believed him, but the man remained insistent and shoved the pizza towards my manager. Finally the manager let him know 'No, I do not want to eat that pizza. And now I need to ask you to leave.'

  The man then took his pizza and walked out. During all this the waitress, cook, and other two drivers had come up to the front to see what all the yelling about spicy pizza was about. The other driver who I had a bit of a crush on was standing next to me. Once the man got into his truck and started to pull away, I turn to the driver and say 'Hey, Kevin, wanna try my pizza?' And everyone just burst out laughing. Our laughter was short lived though as the truck screeched to a halt and zoomed back into the parking space. Tweeker man stormed back into the store, seriously pissed off and out for blood. He began screaming at my fellow driver 'Do you think something is f*cking funny? Am I funny? Are you fucking laughing at me? You think this pizza bullsh*t is f*cking funny?' Everyone was dead silent as my fellow driver sputtered along trying to get a word in but the man wouldn't have it. He climbed onto the counter and started screaming 'I'll teach you to laugh at me. Let's f*cking go outside! Right now! I'll f*cking teach you!"

  For context, this man had to be about 40 - 50. My now boyfriend was 22 and spindly thin. This was frightening as f*ck. My manager managed to coerce the man off the counter and got him outside, immediately locking the door. The man screamed at the door for a few seconds before retreating to his truck and pulling away. So we thought that's the end of it... until the truck began circling the building with a f*cking gun being pointed out the driver's window. Everyone immediately hit the deck. The waitress started sobbing, and my manager blindly reached up trying to grab the phone off the counter to call 911. Every once in I while we peaked up, and this insane f*cker was still circling. When he finally stopped everyone crept to the back of the store and peek out the window. Dude had parked next to the driver cars, waiting for one of us to come out on a delivery. Nope.

  The dude stuck around for around 15 minutes before taking off. The cops of course didn't show up until like an hour later because it's freaking Tucson and they suck. I had to sneak out before they came in hopes I wasn't going to get shot.

  The next day the man repeatedly called the store to scream at people, claiming we attacked him threw crushed red peppers in his eyes. Since we had his address and phone number in the system, cops finally picked him up and we didn't hear from him again. He also got himself a nice place on the Do Not Deliver list."
• (#3) Doing Deliveries In A Hurricane

  From ElToberino:

  "I worked as a delivery boy in College Station, TX and had to work the day when Hurricane Ike made landfall. It was horrifying driving in that weather, and I got less than $10 in tips the entire shift because the people who order delivery in a hurricane are the same type off a**holes that don't tip."

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