Well, this isn't the best horrific story, but anyway..
My Dad and I were out to get some night caches. We got 2 of the 3 we were off to get, it was about 8-9pm. We were at a beach, so we pulled up to a shore, it was back in an alley were a hotel and a pub were planted. The cache was about the pub, and we figured out it was in the bushes somewhere near shore. There was this guy in a car just going back in forth, then he finally pulled up to us while we were going in the bushes, at first I thought it was some bad guy or something, then notice he was a undercover cop. He thought we were the bad guys finding our 'stash' untull we told him about Geocaching. He let us off the hook and handed us a spare flashlight to help our finding. We found the cache and got the heck outa' that place.