CreepCast - I Dared My Best Friend To Ruin My Life | Creep Cast

Episode Date: January 26, 2025

Two friends play a dangerous game in the hopes to improve each other’s lives. The result: one friend has a great time and the other is endures a life of Hell. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

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Chili Dog, not included. The Naked God. Tickets on sale now. August 1st. Welcome back to Creepcast. We are here with an exciting, dare I say, monumental story called I dared my best friend to ruin my life. He's succeeding.

Now why does that sound familiar, Isaiah? I say, well, my dear friend, Hunter, I think it sounds familiar because you and I attempted to read this story at one point. As a matter of fact, it is a story that we attempted to read. And I alluded to that attempt in a previous episode. And you immediately lost your mind. I want, okay, first off, I was going to say, I thought you're going to be cute and say like, oh, you're ruining my life. But we didn't have to go into me crashing out. There was a lot of factors to why I crashed out the first time.

It was an accumulation of the work, end of year stuff. It was us trying to wrap everything up. And it was just one of those days where you're exhausted, you know. And I think that I just wasn't looking at it through the right lens. So today I'm hoping that I'm going to, I'm looking at it in a more positive light. That's all I've got to say. And I've rested. I've left the country.

I've come back a new man. And I'm ready. I'm ready to tackle this bad boy. eight parts eight parts eight parts so this story um gets recommended to us a lot yes a lot of people talk about it um it is written by someone

on reddit known as zand sand 90 um now i don't think unless the i don't like that name either i don't think that it's the author's actual name unless the author named the protagonist of the story after themselves because the protagonist of the story is named Xander. Don't like that name either.

So I think this is a throwaway account for the story. However, that would be fun. In my attempt to find the author's real name, there is a website. I don't know if this is the author or not, there's a website called Zach. And it's a guy named Zach Fish who has this whole,

post where he says that I dared my best friend to ruin my life is a massive online interactive misinformation awareness project accompanying the release of a 10 episode web series based on a story from R slash no sleep. So this is like 50 different social accounts and 100 places on the internet where apparently like I dared my best friend to ruin my life was like an ARG, what some kind? According to this, but it says, based on a story from r slash no sleep so did is that fish the guy who wrote the story as he's and sand or did he just make an a rg around the story i can't tell i don't know well at first when you said it i thought that you were saying i thought you were saying that that that this r slash

no sleep story inspired others to do args well that's kind of what i can't understand what the wording of this is because it says, I dared my best friend to ruin my life. It says it's a big misinformation awareness project based on a story from R slash no sleep. So that makes it sound like he's not. But does that mean this guy has like a 10,000 participant, according to the website, a 10,000 participant alternate reality game. And he based it off of a no sleep story. Maybe. Maybe I'm so confused. Maybe his genius knows no bound. Look, there's a website called team zander.com, which I imagine is

like the no sleep thing. Yeah, don't like that. The webpage doesn't work anymore, but when you try to load the web page, the URL changes to dared my best friend.com. So like, what? What? It's very interactive, immersive thing. There's a lot of different websites going on here now. Yeah, what did we step into? I don't know. I mean,

maybe when we read the story, there'll be more clarity into some of this maybe maybe you know what it is it might be one of those things when you read into it and it starts it's like meta like it starts referring to those websites and shit also hold on when i when i look it up it says that it is a movie like when i google dare my best friend it pulls up it says movie and it has a cast listed but then okay hold on the movie database there's a movie for this okay it looks like yeah it looks like in 2020 there was a movie uh for dared my best for to remember my life and uh it was directed by michael morgan stern if you were

going to say michael more for a second i was going to laugh so hard is that the i'm losing my mind david king shit okay well first off there's no zander dare my best friend no movie okay it looks like michael morgan stern has done other stuff besides this dare my best run out one year ago zander oh no look yeah look letterbox i dare you to ruin my life one year ago zander jones dared david king to ruin his life he had no idea how far david this is it yes yeah that's it yeah but does that movie exist or is that just a movie that started to go into production and is this no it looks like there is it exists because there's two reviews oh there's two reviews on letterbox of people who said like they they know about it whoa okay so

this, but, but this also somehow is related to like an internet awareness campaign, ARG. What is, okay, all right. I don't know. All I know is just, let's just, let's just, okay, yeah, yeah. All I know is this is that you should check out creepcast on Spotify and Apple Podcasts. And you should, you should listen to us on audio platforms because we are trying to grow, grow, grow, grow back on the charts. We've been gone for a little bit. So we've sunk down. if you guys are listening to this, consider listening to us on Spotify or Apple Podcasts and give us a nice five-star rating there.

I'd appreciate that. You know what? Let's just dive into this. You know, I'm not going to, I promise you this. I will not crash out this time. I will.

Okay. I'm going to have fun. I'm here to have fun. I'm already confused, so I might crash out, but we'll see how that goes. I will say that normally the reason I try to look this up is because I want to be able to push people

towards the author and be like, go support them here, stuff like that. But I cannot figure out who Zan Sand is. So maybe it'll be revealed over the course of the story. Maybe check out the movie that apparently exists, I guess. All right. Yeah, we'll just start the story. We'll start the story. Okay. Before I lose my mind. Um, but yes, so check out the story. Check out the fill, whatever you want. Hunter, my good friend, are you ready to get into it? I'm ready to have fun. All right. Ready to have fun. I dared my best friend to ruin my life. He's succeeding. My name is Xander, and my best friend's trying to ruin my life. It started out very small, but is quickly grown out of patrol. I'm currently

sitting inside a church using their Wi-Fi to post this story and taking advantage of the air conditioning. I'm posting the story in case, well, in case he finds me and kills me soon. It's only a matter of time now, and I want someone to know what happened before I die. Is killing somebody ruining their life, or is that just murder? I feel like that's cheating. That's way too easy. Yeah, I feel like ruining someone's life. You have to let them live, right?

So they are in the misery? You got to make sure we have to ruin their relationship, you don't lose their job, stuff like that. But they have to live through that misery. Yeah. Yeah. Right. It has to be very Job.

Like, you can't kill him, but you can just hurt them a lot. Yeah. Job. Yeah. You know, the Bible character? Yeah Leviticus No

But you know what You know that's my favorite Bible book is Steve Is it is there a book of Steve? Oh oh that's what is Steve Job He's a he's a tech He makes a version of the iPhone in the Bible Hello I'm Steve Job Steve Job, you're dying of cancer.

Well, I better eat pears. To make sure you can still get into heaven, I'm going to keep reading before you're allowed to continue. Okay, two years ago, my friend David and I were sitting on the couch at my house, thoroughly bored. It wasn't a temporary boredom either. It was a resounding boredom with life.

We both worked full time at the, the local movie theater making minimum wage and cleaning up after idiots who couldn't keep popcorn and soda in their mouths. We graduated high school two years prior and had no plans to attend college. Life looked bleak for us. College didn't sound appealing. Work was annoying and the little free time we had was blown on video games and YouTube. We both still lived with our parents too, which made dating somewhat embarrassing. Looking back, I'm sure we were suffering for mild depression on top of everything else. I like that line.

You know what? Actually thinking about back, I was actually pretty depressed. If I remember, if I could look back, I actually, I think I was in super depression, actually. Not even mild. I was in super depression. In hindsight, the whole daring him to ruin my life thing, maybe a little overkill. Yeah, that was me probably being depressed. That was, dare I say, a bad idea.

A little bit. Yeah, I wish I would have just taken medication, but instead he ruined my life. So that was fine. But instead, I'm in a church about to die. What is, um, what's a, what's a depression medication? What am I thinking of? I'm going to say afflac. So that's the duck.

That's the insurance, right? Why don't know? Why don't I think afflac? Is there, is there a medication that's almost like afflac? Uh, ambient, ambient, ambient. I don't think that's exactly like afflac. Well, it starts as an A. I don't know why my mind was me like, aflac.

That's what my mind. And I was like, of course. The thing that cures my depression is the talking duck. Is the duck. Yeah. Is the duck. Yeah. I like that.

No, that's cool. I think that's what you should call it now. Yeah. A flack, a depression medication. These life circumstances blended together to create the perfect storm for what I now have to call my reality. As we sat on the couch at my parents' house, channel surfing the TV, David asked me if I was bored with life. I responded in the positive, and he sighed. High school was so easy because we knew our purpose and our goals were set for us.

Outlined the English essay, finish the math homework, get decent grades, pass the driving exam, be home by curfew, find a girlfriend. Now we're out of high school. There's no structure. Our lives have become meaningless, and we are just floating through space with no aim or purpose. Would you go back to high school then? I ask. You should get sad. In the moment, high school was annoying.

It's only after looking back that I see how much better it was that I realized. What's the solution then? Either go somewhere that has structure and can deliver that high school gave us or create our own structure. Also, he's definitely, this is like, I feel like he's a sleeper, uh, Marine like recruiter. This does not sound like exactly the guy's like, what if you just joined the army? Is that not where this is leading?

Doesn't that sound like it? Yeah, that is what sounds like it. The next line addresses that. But like, I don't know. Just, I'm going to behave. I think, I think if my friends started talking about this,

I'd be like, why don't you shut the hell up, dude? It'd be like, what are you talking? What the far are you? Yeah, I just say, what's it life structured, at high school? It's like, what do you who taught you? You have a

full-time job. First, he's a full- You work in a movie theater. You're playing video games and you're like, I need structure. I need structure. I work 40 hours and Marines. Also, just because it's like you have the idea of like, I work 40 hours at a minimum

wage job, which you know, sure. Is that a career? It might not be a career now, but that's still a lot of things you have to do. I mean, you have to be there at a certain time. You have to do a set amount of goals. They're arguing there's no structure. when they have structure. Yeah. It's like they don't have a, yeah.

I feel like this is, he's trying to lead into gay sex is what I think is happening. I mean, it's kind of leading, I just, God, it's,

it definitely feels like this is one, one click away from him being like, of David being like, why is your pants off? And he's going to be, I don't know, why is your pants off? I just,

I just need something, I need someone to put me a line. I need someone to keep me in check I mean so I think I'm gonna go home No come here Look at my structure Someone to tell me how bad I am

Tell me how bad I am Tell me how bad I am at structure Well I don't want to go to college of the military And I can't think of anywhere else That provides the same structure Yes I have to make my own But I have no idea where to start The thing about high school

Was that Okay I need him to fuck off the high school So anyway I think about high school of being, just being an adult out of high school. It's so high school is so thinking about high school is unbelievable. I think two weeks after high school, I don't think I ever thought about it again.

Okay. The thing about high school is that it required. I understand why like some people from older generations have that idea because I feel like they got out of high school and were immediately like in the, there, there's this idea of like, okay, you don't have friends anymore. Um, I guess because they couldn't keep communications or social media. whatever. It's like, all right, your friends are gone. You have to work a job now. I understand that a little bit. In the modern age, to still look back at high school is a good thing, blows my

mind. I loved, I loved high school. I had a great time. But also, it was to say that it gave me, even say I gave effort in high school is insane. All right. Anyways, yeah, go ahead. The thing about high school was that it required a minimum effort. If it didn't give that minimum effort, you would face the consequences. Jesus Christ. The consequences were bad enough that you and I would put effort into school. When high school ended, that minimum effort level decreased. Now our minimum effort is not enough to improve ourselves. Whatever structure we build has to have those consequences built in a minimum effort that forces us to improve constantly. David was and is a very intellectual person. Yeah. Very,

I can tell. I just the idea, because I know where this story's going based on the title and like the opener. Just being like high school was great at motivating us. So what if I kill you? What if I try to kill you? If you're this lost dude, get addicted to fentanyl. That's that that's your that is your one and all solution. If you need structure, get a fentanyl addiction.

That'll get you that. you can find structure that way, buddy. It's just so absurdly like inhuman. Well, yeah. Also, the amount of time he said minimum effort made me want to I wanted to jump off a bridge.

Yeah. Well, see, that would maybe motivate you, Hunter, to do more stuff. Also, very bomb this did lead to gay sex from being completely honest so far. Okay. We could just read Smut if that's what you want. I 100% and I don't want to derail the story.

We've got to keep moving. But I want to say that I would love to read a smut book like from smut talk. I actually, I did not mean to encourage. I think that it would be very funny and I think it would be the scariest thing we would have read so far on this channel. It will, but I can't imagine me sitting here for two hours just reading about like. Pucking around. No, is what we should read. No, I watched your video where you talked about it and I'm not doing that.

I still. It does. It dwarfs infinite jest. I have a reputation in my church. I feel like me standing there. I feel like I can't do both. You can't read a book from Steve Job and be instant read Pugging Around. I know.

I think so. I think I like to think Steve Job would would read Pucking Around. Okay. All right. This is all right. Before this gets blasphemous. The thing, Dave, he's an intellectual person. He thinks about everything.

If you can't already tell. I was pretty dumb compared to him, but I stuck around because he always had interesting things to say. This conversation definitely counted as interesting. I won't bore you with the entire conversation that we had, but it lasted an hour where we discussed how to build structure into our lives. I want to emphasize here that boredom is dangerous. Well, it's not dangerous by itself, but it can quickly lead to dangerous things. Bortem can lead to pain, accidental children, technology that disrupts a monopoly, and even death. Our boredom

Our boredom led to a dare. I dare to ruin my life. What does that mean? It's a way to build structure into my life. If I know that you're always trying to ruin my life and actually trying to make me fail, then I am driven to fight back and act on initiative. But how could I ruin your life?

You could ruin anyone's life if you gave it enough thought, planning an action. God, David said with a smirk. Jesus Christ, I'm not going to crash out. I'm not going to crash out. I'm not going to give you any ideas. I just want you to try and ruin my life.

I remember setting back and thinking about what he meant. The first thoughts came to my mind were about tripping him occasionally or hiding his toothbrush every time I went to his house. My young mind didn't fully understand how serious David was being. His mind was running three. tracks above mine so I didn't know what I was getting into when I said okay I'll try to ruin your life but I dare you to try and ruin my life as well he smiled was a newfound enthusiasm and I smiled back this this has to lead to gay sex does it not I mean am I am I high

am I high I feel like this doesn't go ahead that I'm having fun so this would be the that would be the normal response. Like, just like, if you had a pro-lapse, like, why don't you, why don't you ruin my life? Why don't you come over here and mess this all up? What's what I'm saying is, would you consider

ruining someone's life if you had a prolapsed asshole? Like some red cabbage. Okay. Okay. That would be, that would be ruining some. Oh my God. What did you say? What? What? What are you doing? What is that? Oh, man.

A little, little monkey brain popping up between your cheeks. Come on, man. Come on. We're all adults here? I'm just saying that I've seen many, many a prolapsed asshole and I feel like that would ruin my life.

Have a little jellyfish pop out and kiss my Haynes underwear. I don't know if I that, I don't know if that would consider that ruining my life, but that would be a good start. Oh, gosh, that hurts. What did you? Okay, as soon as you said that, I threw the headphones off, haven't heard anything you've said since.

I didn't. I don't want to hear whatever you've said since. All right. Just. Oh, gosh, dude. That's, that would be a great way to start to ruin someone's life. You have to sit on a ring, like one of those little cushions. Stop, stop, stop talking.

Stop talking. Please, I'm begging you. Okay. That, oh, you get, you literally. like unlocked a repressed memory for me when you said that. What? What? Not if that happened to me of something I read one

time. Oh my gosh. Sure, buddy. All right. I thought it was just a good way to reiterate the ruin, start to ruin someone's life. Can we go back to the story now? Sure. I had hoped it would be a great way to relive my boredom

with life. David stood up and punched me in the leg as hard as he could. I shouted out him. mostly out of surprise. He just laughed. The dare starts now! He said, grabbing his shoes. We are no longer friends. We are nemesis. He opened my front door and looked over my...

And looked over his shoulder. Good luck. I hope you work as half as hard as I will. Once he left, I just sat there rubbing my sore thigh. Okay? I thought. If he wants a war, he'll get a war. That night, I... laid awake trying to think of ways to make his life harder for him. My ideas were also childish and useless

compared to what he would later throw at me. Too embarrassed to list my ideas from back then. I wish I could say I remembered the day David turned against me for real, but it was so subtle that I didn't notice right away. To my face, David acted completely normal.

When we were at work, I would sprinkle popcorn over a section he had just cleaned up and pointed out to him. He would just laugh and say, Is that supposed to ruin my life? Then he would clean it up. I expected him to do the same to me, but he didn't. His lack of visible retaliation made me bored again, so I stopped.

Looking back, I suspect that behind my back, he was sabotaging my image with our other co-workers and our boss. Out of the blue, the boss called me into his office and told me that I was fired because I wasn't doing a good enough job. David acted sorry I was leaving and we promised to hang out again soon I left thinking I could make this something good and get a real job

that dream died and I ended up at a McDonald's instead after I'd been at McDonald's for a month or so my parents confronted me they asked me if I had been stealing cash from their wallets I'd ever stolen a cent for them and told them so

they backed off but only for a week until my mom's debit card went missing They confronted me again, this time very angry. They accused me of withdrawing several hundred dollars using my mom's debit card. I have no siblings, so I wouldn't have been anyone else in the house. It turned into a screaming match, and they demanded that I move out as quickly as possible. With my small cash of savings, found an apartment near the local community college that housed college students. The rent was affordable enough for me, so I moved out within the month.

I moved in and became instant friends with two of my roommates, Clark and Ivan. Our other roommate, Isaac, kept himself and stayed in his room playing video games 24-7. Life got good again because I hung out with Clark and Ivan frequently. David and I had stopped hanging out after I was fired from the movie theater. I had forgotten about him, but I had forgotten about the dare. Every once in a while, I would message him on Facebook or shoot him a text to ask if he wanted to hang out, but my messages were always ignored. Eventually, I gave up.

Within six months, I had a great life going. I was dating a girl named Katie. I'd been promoted to a crew trainer at McDonald's, which paid better, and my bank account was slowly growing. I only recognize this as David's doing when I look back, but an obscene amount of junk mail showed up with my name on it every single day. Magazines, credit card offers, vacation ads, and even physical letters from real people who claim.

to be excited to be my new pin pal. I sorted through them every day trying to find some pattern. Clark and Ivan thought it was hilarious. When I came home late from work, they would sometimes toss the junk mail in the air like confetti as I walked through the door, cheering that the mail king was home.

One day, I remember feeling sick of getting all this junk mill and decided to sit down, call every subscription to cancel. I recruited Clark and Ivan to help me, and we sat down with snacks one afternoon and started crank through phone calls. In a few days, the tide of junk mail subsided, and we celebrated our efforts. That only lasted a week. The next week, it started coming back in full force.

There's twice as much as before, and even some pornographic magazines in the mix. Lucky. Not only did my... What? I said lucky. Sorry. Okay. Not only did my physical junk mail increase, but my email became unnavigable through all the spam messages. Google moved a lot of it to the spam filter, but there were still hundreds of

emails that made it through. My email had been subscribed to websites I've never heard of. Clark and Ivan were blown away by the new tide of junk mail. The event was dubbed Return to the Junk and became a great icebreaker for Clark and Ivan to introduce me to other people at parties. One day I was browsing Facebook's People You May Know section when I came across someone's profile that I had my picture but a different name the account was open for anyone to view and had a lot of porn post

status updates full of swearing and praises to Hitler Here's my cock These fucking brownies are awesome Mine fur Hey That's not me Wait a minute

Hold on a second. Oh, I don't like any of this. Also, now that we're having a second to talk about this, the dare seems really weird when you're not even hanging out with the guy anymore. But yeah, now it's just like a stranger that you're. Does that make, or does that, does that, is there like a sense of consistency with that? If you're trying to ruin someone's life,

what part of ruining someone's life is like cutting ties with all of his friends? it's like in return of him not wanting to hang out with him that's probably a part of him ruining his life right so okay it's kind of hard for me to get on board right now because it seems so absurd for two people who were friends all of a sudden be like yeah i'm a very because it describes him in the beginning it's being like a smart guy an intellectual guy stuff like that. It is hard for me to imagine someone who's actually good at things to be like, I'll dedicate my whole life towards torturing you for no reason, just because you said so, right? Um, but I think what the story is going for is that this guy isn't, the guy who's

torturing him isn't really a well-rounded, like, smart dude as much as he is like obsessive. I think he's just fucking insane. He's insane. I mean, What other guy brings up the fact where he's like, God, I need more structure in my life. Like, what kind of fucking sane person says that? Yeah, like, what are you talking about? You have a job, yeah. You might say that like once and you're like,

fuck, I feel like, like a rational person would be like, I feel like I need more structure. I'm not doing enough. But that would be like the kind of the extent of it versus some guy being like, no, I mean, like for real, like high school. Like, and then like resorting it back to high school. What a fucking moron?

Yeah, it's like what you miss high school? What are you talking about? You have a job right now. Which, to be fair, the main, our protagonist, Zander, he was already like, I'm pretty fucking stupid as it is. So he, if anything, the guy probably just knows like what an onomatopoeia is. And he's like, God, damn, this dude's pretty smart. You know what I mean?

Yeah. So I think that he's just, you made friends with the fucking lunatic. Yeah, our protagonist is kind of like a, isn't that well-rounded, isn't the brightest, you know, knife in the drawer, so to speak. And he just so happens to be friends with this super obsessive guy. I feel like, I mean, I don't really want to like. critique it and like, oh, what I would have done. But I feel like if this wasn't his friend and was more so just a guy he kind of knew, like say it's in a friend group and there's kind of a weird guy who

comes around parties. And then one night, our main character drunkenly is like, oh yeah, well, I dare you to ruin my life. And like this guy who's like a social recluse takes it super seriously, I feel like maybe that would make it a bit more creepy or believable. But where it's his friend, I'm like, why are you do? Like, but should. It's part of one. I imagine this is like an obsessive guy sure it's part one i mean it might branch out to like finding out more about their dynamic that might review more later yeah i may just be being too harsh right now i'll give it a chance yeah i frowned when i click on their i frowned when i clicked on their pictures most of the pictures were the same ones for my facebook account but there were some pictures in me that weren't on

my account or anywhere else online keep in mind i didn't remember my day or to david so i was feeling pretty creeped out. I hit the report button and let Facebook know that the account was a fake and went on my way. I think three months or so later is when more stuff started to happen. Katie and I are getting very serious and discuss moving in together. Junk mail still rolls in and I've started to just throw it away. Ivan has moved out to go to an actual university so a new roommate Jackson has moved in. Clark and I attempted to be friend Jackson, but he's similar to Isaac and locked himself in his room most of the time. A new game became available for pre-order, so I submitted my email to reserve a copy.

When I tried to log into my email to make sure the reserve code was there, I couldn't log in. I hit forgot password, and it asked if I wanted to use my phone number to reset the password. I pressed yes and waited for my phone to light up. It never did. I pressed the button three more times, but no text ever came. I tried old passwords I used to use, but none of them worked. I frowned, but eventually just walked away from the computer. I try again a different day.

I sat down on the couch and pulled up Facebook on my phone. A pop-up appeared. You've been signed out, it said. Then it jumped to the login screen. I thought I'd hit the logout button on accident, so I just typed in my email and password. It didn't work. I tried again, but it still told me the password was incorrect.

My phone buzzed in my hand. Katie was calling me. I answered it and immediately became concerned. She was sobbing. Katie? You're coward. You don't get to just Facebook me that shit. No, you have to talk to me and tell me with your voice.

Katie, what are you talking about? Don't play stupid asshole. Say it. Say what? You Facebook me and say we are through. But what I call you, you deny everything? What the hell are you trying to pull, Zander? Katie my Facebook got hacked

I was literally just I was literally just trying to log in when you called Are you at home? I'm coming over We're not done we're far from done sweetheart It took me some time to convince Katie That it hadn't been me But she relented when I showed her that I couldn't log in I googled how to get my Facebook account back

And contacted their help center Thankful they're able to get me back into my account Lots of links to porn sites Have been posted all over my page by whoever jacked my account so we spent time deleting all of those also spent time answering family members who asked about the strange content I had been posting awkward

also I want to say how how fucking much of a reach is that somebody reaches out to you know hey we broke up you're like oh what you like immediately believe it like it seems a bit crazy like if I right now like DM'd my wife I mean I know they're not

married in the story but just like the absurdity of like DMing on Twitter like we're through and then being like you've been together this long yeah you've been together so long that you're considering moving in together if it was like hey I had one date and the person you like message sure

I of course the person would be like what the fuck but yeah I just thought that was kind of if you're about to move in together I would just assume it was a joke you fucking coward you coward I will say this I will say this

credit to the story it didn't do the misunderstanding thing where Katie's like yeah right we're done and hangs up and then Katie exits the story, right? Yeah, well, I want to say that it's a point to its credit. It's building an interesting case of the junk mail and even just like minor things that are

slowly building up over time. That would drive you fucking crazy after a while. I mean, like that, it really, it would, it would be so exhausting, which it doesn't seem like a big deal, but I do think like it would actually, it would fuck you up after a while. Yeah, yeah. And also like just little stuff like logging in. to your Facebook and posting porn like your mom's gonna see that

you know your extended family's gonna it's like ruining it's ruining your character with people yeah yeah it is like like as much as I was not a fan intro wise I am willing to hear the story

out with the direction it's going so Katie also found out through her feeds that my Twitter and Instagram had been hacked the accounts were posting hundreds of crude messages and pictures Those two sites took a little more effort, but eventually I regained control over those two. Fixing my email took a couple days, but I got access again. Not wanting to repeat the experience, I made my passwords into really long strings of numbers, letters, and symbols.

Each account had a different password. For anyone who has done this, you know how impossible it would be to memorize your passwords. I wrote them down on a sheet of paper and put it in my dresser drawer. I didn't intend to get hacked again. I've told you where I put the paper so you'll know how freaked out I was when Facebook signed me out again the next week. I checked my other accounts, locked out again. I shot Katie a text to warn her and then called the Facebook Help Center again. They gave me access to Facebook and gave me the same warning about making a long password.

When I told them the type of precautions I had taken last time, they suggested checking my computer for viruses in case there was key loggers collecting all the information I typed. I called the computer repair center and asked what I needed to do to get my computer. computer scanned. They asked me to bring it down and they'd check it out. I had a desktop, so bringing it down required a lot of unplugging. When I got down behind the computer to unplug everything, I found a tiny USB stick that I'd never seen before. A frown and tried to locate its contents on the computer. The computer said no USB was attached. Pure repair guy confirmed that the USB drive was a key logger. He asked if my computer had ever been anywhere that anyone

could walk up and use it. I told him no, and he said he had no idea how it could have gotten there. He did charge me anything, just warned me to keep it on the computer. I changed all my passwords again. I went through the motions to get my accounts back. A few days later, I received three, yes, three credit card bills in the mail. I still had the habit of skimming through the junk mail in case there ever was anything super important. I'm glad I did because I might never have found out about the credit cards that were registered in my name. I called the credit card companies to inform them that they were mistaken. I never signed up for a credit card.

Parents had warned me about them so often that I'd been deterred from ever getting one. Before you comment and tell me, I need to build my credit. Yes, I know that now. Quick Google search tells me what to do next. I called Equifax, which is a company that calculates your credit score and tells creditors that's okay for you to open a credit card account. I placed a 90-day fraud alert on my credit. They said they would call me if anyone tried to open a credit account in my name.

The dude at Equifax was kind enough to tell me what I needed to do next. He asked me to go online and view my credit report. If I saw any accounts that didn't recognize, I was to write them down and fill out a complaint to the FSTC explaining the situation. Once I had that submitted, I was to file a copy with the police and create a police report. then I had to take those two reports and call each of the credit companies and it issued credit to my identity to start the dispute process and I suddenly felt very discouraged at that moment of effort this would require

it felt utterly insane to be required to follow all these steps just because I was a victim of identity theft Clark was horrified of what happened and looked at his credit score he was relieved when he came back clean I made Katie checkers too just in case also clean I'll take a minute to tell everyone reading that you are entitled by law

to one free credit report per year from each of the three credit score companies that means you can and should check your credit three times a year Clark and I set reminders on our phones to check the scores again in four months I asked Katie to do the same when I first found out about the accounts I had called my parents to ask

if they had opened any accounts in my name if they had I'd at least know who the culprit was they told me they hadn't opened any accounts and I warned them about my problems. They promised to check their credit score. Two weeks after I'd called them, my dad called. They found 15 fraudulent accounts between the two of them.

What the hell? I told them the steps he needed to take and he was grateful for my help and warning. I know this is boring to read, but I want you to realize how insanely painful it was to fix all this shit. Seriously, watch your credit reports and have identity thefted the bud before it happens to you. I'd requested detailed bills from the credit card companies

that had issued the fraudulent accounts and they mailed them to me. The bills were full of online purchases. The accounts had been opened almost a year ago and in that time, the thief had spent $62,000 between all the fraudulent accounts. I was pretty upset that in a full year I had only just found any credit card bills in the mail.

I must have been tossing them with the mountains of junk mail. Now I know that the masses of junk mail were deliberate, calculated so the bills would blend in and hopefully get thrown away. The first few transactions were from stores like Target, Walmart, etc. But the further down I went, the less I recognized. One word stuck out to me, Bitcoin. I learned a little bit about it from my Facebook feed as I had some friends from high school who touted it as the next real currency.

According to the credit card statements, several thousand dollars had been exchanged into Bitcoin. I started really researching Bitcoin and trying to figure out what it was and why an identity thief would want it. To make the explanation short, Bitcoin allowed my thief to take completely anonymous online. Bitcoin allowed my thief to make completely anonymous purchases online. It was as if he'd gone to an ATM and drained all the credit cards into cash. I didn't foresee the credit card company's ever getting their money back. David now had a hell of a lot of cash he could use to ruin my life. I didn't know it was him at

the time, obviously. But now I do. Guys, identity theft is a serious. God. Guys, identity theft is a serious crime and is very damaging to everyone in the economy. And while the theft had been bad, my life was about to get a whole lot worse. So I'll have time to write for now. I have to go and get some serious shit taken care of. Right again, as soon as I can. My name is Xander and my best friend's trying to ruin my life. Want to take a quick break from the episode to thank today's sponsor, ZocDoc. I don't go to the doctor as much as I should, and if you are spending this much of your time listening to a podcast about fictional monsters, then you probably don't either. But really, I can't blame you, because everything from booking appointments to insurance to finding

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End of part one. There is eight eight parts to this story. Uh-huh. This is where I'm at. So here's the thing. The first part, I think,

is it's not horrible. I think it introduces some interesting ideas of like, Yeah, these minor inconveniences would be annoying. And then it kind of keeps rallying up to where now you're actually financially getting effective. And to it, you know, and I think that it is scary, like the real world repercussions of these things and how your normal day-to-day life would get completely shattered, right? But I think it's like, I think it needs to do something in the next couple of parts to elevate this idea or else I feel like it's going to be a lot of repetition and shit.

and it's and it's absurd i mean like this is just such an absurd concept look i can it is that's honestly the biggest hang up i have in my mind i am now in my head pretending that david is just a random person yeah because it's way more effective and works better for me if he just accidentally said it to someone like a stranger right i think it's kind of weird to or i guess just something that keeps coming to my mind is that if you had a friend who was really weird he's like yeah like yeah we had this thing where you know we joked around and said yeah ruin my life whatever at what point would you kind of have that come back like that that's what i'm wondering is he keeps saying like well now that i do know that now i'm wondering how he's going to like

reiterate that back in because it's hard for me to separate that i think that the the time skip didn't help but it's as a reader it's hard to not just be like well dude it's your buddy your buddies he's fucking with you or whatever you know and then also like like i i i don't know i'm curious to see where this goes but really hoping part two jazzes it up here a bit all right part two hello again everyone i've had more time to write than yesterday sorry about the length i'm trying to catch up to the president as quickly as possible but also include enough to detail so you could see how thorough David was being. I resumed where I left off.

While I was still trying to resolve the credit disputes with those companies, my car's windows started getting smashed. The first time, it was parked on the street in front of my apartment. I woke up one morning to find the driver's window smash and my car raided. My car was just a crappy Honda Civic, and I didn't ever keep anything expensive in there, but they snatched my stereo, which was shitty anyway, and I'll spare change in the car.

Desperate much? Oh, dude, if you're, if you're going to break into a car and you don't take someone's change, that's fucked up. I remember in school, when I was in, uh, lived in Kansas City during college, my car got broken into all the time. I mean, to the point where I just left the car unlocked, just be like, do you just use it to don't fuck with my windows anymore. And you want to, you want to know the most fucked up thing was? What? They would take your change and stuff every time. They would take everything.

wires broken iPhone cords they would take trash like cups take all that the only thing they ever left in my fucking car dude I'm not even joking was they would leave my three Creed CDs every time they never took never took my Creed CDs they would take

they would take death metal they would take country all this other stuff they would never take my Creed CDs and I was fucking pissed I was like my own prison human clay all this stuff I was like you guys you guys are fucked and I was You get back here and steal these DVD

CDs right now. You're making a statement. You're making a statement of being like fucking dumb ass. I'm not taking it. That the car thief doesn't want to even steal the Creed I was. Yeah. So I was like, of course he's going to take the change. At least take the Creed CDs, dude. Like leave me with some respect.

Like, because after a while, I was like, of course you would take the Creed CDs. Man, why wouldn't you? Good music. Good music. Legendary. That's hilarious. I like that guy whoever did that. I support him. I don't. Fuck that guy. I do. I'm his biggest fan now.

I got my window repaired that day and decided to set aside some cashed by a real nice stereo now that I had an excuse. The next morning, the same window was smashed again. Again, I had parked it in front of my apartment. I got that repaired reluctantly. Started to park in the underground parking for the apartment complex. See, no one likes the underground parking because the lines are painted too close, so it's not uncommon for your car to get scratched up down there. I decided it was better than a smashed window,

so I fought for a spot that evening. I know you're going to ask why I didn't call the police. Mistakes, that's why. You all make them. You have the wisdom that comes with knowing the whole story. I didn't. Glass was all over around my car when I went down the next morning. It wasn't just the driver's window that was damaged.

Front windshield and back windshield were deeply cracked. Spent some time looking at every car in the garage. No one else had so much as a scratch on their windows. What the hell? If some random asshole was outbreaking windows, he was targeting me. I noticed the note after I'd gotten into the car. It was a sticky note, folded up, and slipped it to the ignition keyhole. I opened it.

You have to increase your minimum required effort. It said. The phrasing was intentional. David wanted me to know it was him. When I saw that phrase, I remembered our conversation. That fucker. I went into a total rage and drove out of the parking lot. Try my best to drive with the cracked windshield.

I still remembered how to get to David's house, and I ran a red light or two to get there. Parking in front of his house, I slammed the door shut and marched to the front door. Held the doorbell for much longer than necessary. Try to breathe and remain calm. David won't help me if I show up shouting and yelling. His mom answered after a few minutes. David's parents held off on having a child until they were much older.

As a result, David's mom was already 75, even though David was only 23. Hey, hello? She said, opened to the door and saw who it was. Oh, it's Edgar. How nice of you to come over. I haven't seen you in weeks. Yeah, it's been, well, it's been almost a year. Mrs. Kay, is David home?

Oh, no, sorry, dear. He's at work right now. Oh, okay. I'll go and catch him at the theater. I said, backpedaling towards my car. No, no. He doesn't work there anymore. You got fired?

No, he quit. Not long after you did. He became a security guard somewhere. He never mentioned where, though. I'll call him then. He dropped his phone a few weeks ago and got a new one. Let me give you the new number. She walks back inside.

for a minute, and I waited on the porch. She came back with her old flip phone and opened it. Do you mind? My arthritis makes it hard to use this phone. I went, perfect voice, by the way. Thank you.

I went to her contacts, found David's number, entered it into mine, and handed the phone back. Thanks, Mrs. Kay. I said, even if David was being an asshole, I'd always liked his mom. Anytime. She said with a smile, close the door.

I called David immediately, but only got a voicemail. Hi, David. It's Zander. I just spoke with your mom and she didn't know where you were, so she gave me your number. Please call me, man. I think you know why. I said to his voicemail. I figured that being polite was the best way to get him to fix everything. In the middle of the workday, my phone buzzed.

Hoping it was David, steps outside, and answered. It was Clark. Zander, have you been home today since you left? No, why? We've been robbed. What? Someone broken and stole a ton of stuff. Your computer's missing.

Our TV is gone and all kinds of shit. Son of a bitch. Did you call the police? Yeah, they're on their way. Don't touch anything, okay? I suggested. remembering all the episodes of CSI that I've been shed on we might be able to get fingerprints I think I know who it is oh an ex friend I'll tell you when I get home I'm leaving soon

I told the manager that my apartment had been broken into and he let me go home I drove home with my still broken windshields praying I didn't get pulled over for it when I got to the apartment the police were already there walked to the landing where a cop was interviewing Clark and another was looking through the apartment. The cop turned to face me. Are you one of the roommates? This is Xander. My partner is looking through the apartment now.

A tech is going to come out and dust for prints. We're going to need you to make an inventory of everything that was stolen and bring it to the station once a tech is done. I have a suspect. I said. The cop raised his eyebrows. His name is David King. He used to be a really good friend of mine,

but recently I've suspected that he's been doing all kinds of shit. to me. I think he stole my identity and my parents' identity. Damaged my vehicle and now broken into my house. Clark shot me a questioning look. Why do you think he's doing all this? I found this in my car's ignition this morning with the windows smashed. I said handing him the folded sticking out out of my pocket. He read it. Why do you think he wrote this? We had a conversation a year ago when we were talking about minimum requirements for success, for success. and how school made our lives easier because it had consequences

and if we didn't make a minimum effort I explained it looked like the idea went right over the cop's head we'll test this for Prince 2 I would imagine being a cop and you respond to a break yet and he's like well I was stalking this guy

about minimum effort and now he's left me then it's like okay all righty thank you okay thank you very much for the note you all have a lovely day they don't pay me enough for this exactly

get him the hell out of here was all he said pulling an evidence bag from his belt and putting the note inside come down the station with your inventory and be ready to make a formal statement about your friend I agreed to do so

at that moment the partner came outside with nothing to report the tech arrived and started dusting waited patiently eager to see what was missing you really should lock your bedroom doors two of your roommates doors are two of your roommate's doors are two of your roommates doors are locked so I doubt anything was stolen for them

but you should make sure they check the rooms for anything that's missing when they get home we agreed to ask them tech finished up and told us we know in a few days what prints he was able to find the house seemed bare only the largest couch out of the three was left in the living room. The TV, which had been a 65 inch plasma, was gone. Food was missing from the pantry and even the contents of the

fridge were dumped on the floor. Silverware was scattered around the kitchen floor and counters. Where the hell is Isaac or Jackson? They're always home. We should call them. I don't have their numbers. Well, neither do I.

I said, walking to my bedroom. It was drift bear of anything worthwhile. My computer, mouse, keyboard, computer chair, boxes of random knick-knacks, bicycle, were all missing.

My dresser drawers were laying everywhere. My closet was clearly rated, and my bed covers had been tossed around the room. I heard bouts of loud cursing from Clark as he inspected his room. You took my goddamn Xbox, that son of a bitch.

Feeling shocked, defeated, and numb, set on the bed. Called K to talk. tell her what happened no answer shot her a text my house got robbed and stared at the wall for a while thinking David King had been in my house stole my identity my public image now my things it was time to step up my game no not my game my life time to stop floating through life and start beating the minimum required effort during the rest of the day I hate that

for it. I hate that that's the phrase for it. Minimum required effort. Thank you. During the rest of the day, it makes the story feel so Reddit. It really does. Yeah, it says with a smirk. Minimum required

effort stepped up. Clearly, you don't own an air friar. During the rest of that day, we learned a lot about plumbing. David had loosened every pipe he could find in the house. See, that's a funny prank. David and Lucid every pump he could find in the house.

Clark made the discovery when our toilet unleashed a tsunami when he flushed. He spent hours cleaning that up. To fix all the pipes, he had to go out and buy tools because neither of us had any at the house. When my card was declined, Clark stepped in and paid.

My decline card worried me. Clark and I went to the library and I tried to log into my online banking site. Locked out. Shit, I didn't even and bother reach on my password. We raced to the bank before they closed and I breathlessly approached the teller. I needed to freeze my account.

What's your account number? The teller apparently named Chantelle asked. I told her my account number from memory. She opened it on her computer. Driver's license, please. I handed her my card. She typed my driver's license number into her computer to verify my number.

identity and handed it back to me. Looks like your account is at zero. You could only freeze the account if there's money. I've been robbed! I shouted, feeling extremely angry now. You moved all your money to your debit card via our online app. And then withdrew it all in cash or an ATM this afternoon. It wasn't me! I've been hacked!

If you'd like to report fraudulent transactions, I could fill that out for your here. Yes, fine. Do it. Said abruptly. Clark watched me with worry a chair by the door.

Where did you start to notice the fraudulent activity? Today. But it could have started at any time over the last year. I replied,

she raised her eyebrows in a way she thought I couldn't see and started typing. After a few minutes, she looked up at me.

Okay. I filled out the report and submitted it. You should hear back from our fraud department soon. What about the ATM cameras? I don't have access to those. You'll have to file a police report.

Okay, you'll do that. Clark and I went back to the car and drove to the apartment. Would have gone to the police department right away. The apartment was still flooding in places. Spent a few hours finding leaky pipes and tightening them. Took hours because we looked everything up before we did it to be sure we were doing it right. Clark inspecting the pipes under the kitchen. at sink while I set at the table

and started my inventory for the police. It was already 9 p.m. So we were going to take it in the morning. Our local station wasn't open 24 hours a day. We knocked on Jackson and Isaac's doors, but got no answer. They weren't home or they were ignoring us.

I'm really sorry about all the fraud going on. Clark said, is he tightened a pipe? You said you think you know who it is? Who's David King? David used to be a friend about a year ago I said I told him about the dares

and the conversation that led up to it you dared each other to ruin each other's lives and then he took it more seriously he took it more than seriously apparently so you're not going to hold up your end of the deal my end

he dated you first man and he haven't even tried well no I guess not then let's think of something to really destroy his life Clark pulled himself out from under the sink and washed the grease off his hands Prison would do it If I can nail him for identity theft

That'll solve the problem True We need to show him that you aren't going to just lay down and take it I have an idea It's not going to ruin his life But it'll make him realize you're going to fight back Clark took me in his car to Home Depot About two cans of black spray paint

Clark paid in cash Okay What does this dumb ass live Clark asked when we were back in the car Clark His mom is great I don't think I can spray her house His mom

Some guy that still lives with his mom Is terrorizing you Okay okay Jesus I said He gave him the address And he took off We drove past the house to see if any lights were on It was dark

Even the porch lights were off Parked three blocks away the house and started walking. What's the plan? Spray thief on the front of the house. That ought to get it. That ought to get the neighbors talking. Honestly, that'd be way,

that'd be way worse. Yeah, than thief. This is so juvenile compared to what David's doing. Yeah, David is act like, is proactively fucking with their entire life. And they're just like, let's put thief. Like, it's just the fucking renaissance.

Like, what the fuck? Let me ask you this. do you think Clark's reaction okay a guy's basically college age living in a dorm together and you find out that the guy who stole your stuff is someone you know right is it unreasonable to be like let's get him back you know I mean it feels unrealistic like I mean if you know who it is you know where he lives I feel like well one I feel like you would just want to threaten violence to him like he would just go up and be like I'm going to fucking kill you unless you stop. That would be the most reasonable thing I think instead of

versus just being like, well, why don't we like fight fire with fire? There just feels kind of stupid. That feels kind of like gimmicky. Yeah, but I would just break his legs. I'd take a metal back and I'd break his legs and be like, fucking quit it. If not violence, it'd be like, well, I'm going to the police tomorrow. You know, like, that feels more reasonable. You can make an argument to you can make an argument to be like, they'll just be like, well, how do you know it's him? Like, there's probably ways of the law. That's why I'm like, I would just take a baseball bat and I just beat his legs and break his legs and be like, there you go. I run your life. I'm in full agreement with you. If this guy kept like shattering my like car windows and like trying to ruin my relationship with my girlfriend and stuff like that, it's like, what time do you leave your house? Are you alone? He's like, he's done everything to where you can't prove it's him. Because they're obviously the reasonable rational thing would be like call the cops. You go to prison. Sure. But if it's if it's that and it's and it's to this point, where you, it's like this guy is proactively fucking with you this much.

You really have no other option. Yeah, I agree. We were next to the neighbor's house. We ducked behind a fence and surveyed the neighborhood. All was quiet. No movement, no noise, no people. We stayed low and silently dashed at the front door of the house.

I sprayed the F. Clark sprayed the T. And we worked towards each other. Barely took three seconds. We stepped back for a half second and examined our handiwork. The letters are three feet tall, easily visible from the road. Perfect.

We turned, started to run towards the car. Then the door to the house opened. Glanced over my shoulder. David freaking king. That's funny with freaking. David freaking king. Oh shit. I pissed.

Clark heard me and we sprinted full on towards the car. David tore down the sidewalk after us. Clark looked behind as well. Oh God. Oh God, oh God! Clark chained up with each step. He actually looked worried. So he approached the car.

Clark had a realization. Just keep going! He tried to whisper even though he was out of breath. I locked the door. It'll take too long to unlock. And he'll do my license plate. Clark didn't have automatic locks. He had to use the key manually.

I agreed with his logic and we ran past the cars if it were just another vehicle. I looked back and David was gaining on us. Something I can just imagine that's like doing you dude. Just like dead sprinting. Like like the cop and tornado protector. Yes. Yeah.

He's got like a pocket protector. He's dressed like the angry video game nerd, but he's like unblinking sprinting sprinting at like perfect speed. He was gaining on it. Why don't you just there's two of you turn around and be like, I'm going to break your legs. Yeah.

Like, why are they afraid of it? Fuck you, David. Yeah. Is David like eight foot tall and a bodybuilder? Like, what is? David's like young Sheldon and they're just too afraid

to even touch him. Like, if we touch him, get it. It'd be really funny if it was like, if like he had mind powers, like they're like, Clark's like, what are you going to do?

And Clark just explodes. What the fuck? You're going to do, asshole. Up! Oh, yeah. Don't look him with the eyes. He turns this down.

into the stratosphere. David, no! Keep up, Xander, and he like disappears in the air. Yeah. They're treating him like he's like a God-level threat that he's like a impossible being. And it's just a nerd. Like, yeah.

Anyway, I looked back that David was gaining on us. It was too dark to see his expression. Hell, I didn't even know if he recognized me. Spit up! I cried, I cried turning right into someone's front yard. Clark kept going straight. When I reached the white plastic fence that led along the back of their property,

I glanced backwards. David had followed me and ignored Clark. Scramble up the slippery fence and dropped on the other side. I landed in someone else's backyard. Started running towards the front yard. A motion detecting light on the wall went off, blinding me. I looked behind me again to watch David scale the fence in half a second. God damn.

when the hell had he learned how to do that it's like a little spider man yeah seriously a little fucking lizard it's like young it's like Sheldon Cooper just like an athlete

but he's like Sheldon Cooper changing for American Ninja Warrior whatever you're like holy hell I rounded the corner of the house and smashed right into

a patio table and chairs the chairs clattered down and the table tipped over while my body folded around it my heart was pounding as I untangled myself that's when David

grabbed the back of my neck and pushed me down my face again the edge of the table. I'm telling you, it's gay sex. This has to, that is the end of part two. Part two is ending in gay sex 100%. Dude, that would make this a way scarier story.

Oh my God, 100%. He just says, red cabbage, red cabbage. Oh, okay, all right. That's the end of part two. End of part two. And, uh, yeah. I mean, you know what? I'll give it this.

I'm slowly being kind of bought in. I hope we keep bought in. not for a legitimate reason. No, no, no. It's getting absurd and silly, and I like, I'm having, like, I'm having more fun. The part one, I'm not going to lie, it was kind of like,

it was like stepping in like deep mud. But now it feels like, it feels like, we're having fun. If you imagine him as like a super powerful dimensional being. Yes. I imagine he wasn't even running. He was like flying.

He was floating. He looked like Goku flying. He looked like Goku flying. Yeah, I think that feels way better. I'm imagining like angry video game nerd outfit, but he has like Martian Manhunter powers. Yeah, he has the Nintendo Orange Gun. Yeah.

All right. We are in part three now of I dared my friend to ruin my life. So far, well, actually, before we get into the third part, how are you feeling about part one and two? I'm enjoying them, but I don't know if it's intentional. it's it's it's it's picking up to be something enjoyable i think that this is this is kind of how i feel it needs it needs to either pick the lane of like really diving me deep into something where

you as like the reader like that would be fucking horrible or it needs to go the other direction of like this is so like cheesy and funny and fun you know it needs to like it needs to pick it needs to pick a lane and like really start revving the engine but i will say part two at least i was trickling in, having a bit more fun. I'm hoping now, you know, he like gives him AIDS. I don't. So I don't, I don't want that to happen to clarify for the audience. You don't want Zander to get AIDS. I don't want that to happen. I really don't want that to happen. But I would love it if like, what's it? David. David's his name right? Yeah. If David becomes closer and closer to like an ethereal being, you know, if like he starts having nightmares about David,

if David's like floating above his bed at night, if David like phases out of his wall and stuff like that, I would love it. So you think if it took, if David King became like a paranormal route, that is, that would set you like that. I would have so much fun. I kind of want thrilling. I really want bioterrorism. Like you can't like once you go down that route, you cannot go back. you know like you mean like what you mean like a like a bomb well it could be that or i'm just saying he has a syringe he sticks zander with it and now he has AIDS oh or a disease i i assumed you were saying that he would contract it in another way that that's where i thought you were hoping the story goes no no i'm saying like just something fucked up like that where he's like it

like really push me to a point where i mean psychologically can you even imagine that this little joke goes on or this like dare right goes into and like one day you're like what's that a fucking like bug bite you like slath back your neck like what the fuck you don't think anything of it and then like weeks go by you go to the go to the doctor and they're like yeah you have that you have this virus or this disease or something yeah like just something where push the envelope a bit more i mean don't get me wrong it has been fun getting like he's loosened up the pipes it's like flooding it psychological torment not only to zander but to his family and friends it's building up but get me get me somewhere faster and i think

part three i think it's going to get us there i'm excited i i think um i like you know uh you know the half life games right uh i've heard of the i've never played you know do you know who g man is no okay so there's this recurring thing in the game that anywhere you're at there is this figure in a suit who you can just see standing off in the distance like watching you um and the idea or like the fan community idea is that everything that happens in the games is orchestrated by him, the G man. In my mind,

that's how I want David to be. I want him to be like the puppet master, like just always in the shadows witnessing. Orchestrating some kind of thing. Yeah, yeah, that's what will make me have fun with it, I think. Yeah, it'd be like fucked up if like he orchestrated like,

I don't know, like a new relationship or something. And it turns out like the girl that he's dating was just like. He like catfishes him. Exactly. Just crazy shit like that. I would love something like that to happen. I just want him to be more evil.

But let's get into it. Let's see. Part three. Right. Part three. Hello again, everyone. So many positive replies. Thank you.

I haven't smiled in months and you're definitely all making my days easier. I love how almost every notification is giving me a countdown every couple hours. Remind me eight hours. Thank you for making me laugh. Seriously. I needed it. At a close call And David almost found me today

Caught a bus out of town Which is where I wrote this Now we continue Hello Zander Out for a walk Oh yeah Because we also need just Preface again

This is whenever he just got He caught him after he was chasing him down Yeah Yeah Out for a walk Like he's a Spider-Man Out for a walk Fuck you

I spat A cheek jammed against the table edge Why so? hostile why so serious you know why jackass not so loud not so loud we're having a nice quiet conversation

okay already already I meant I I would have paid serious money to have a why so serious right there would have killed would have killed okay like honestly

just imagining this is like like a super villain makes it better, right? Yes, and also, I don't know about you. I've no, I've pictured David as like maybe a 95 pound five foot four guy who wears like he has a two XL, two XL polos and big baggy jeans and shit. Yeah. I struggled to push my head off the table that he was so much stronger than me. Stop struggling and listen.

I want to clarify the rules of the game since you finally caught on that we're playing. This isn't a game You ruined my credit Stole my money Hacked my accounts And stole my shit I'm gonna kill you But

I'm not going to kill you That's the rule I will not kill you Zender That would put an end to you ruin life And that's not the goal Now you haven't put any effort Into ruining my life Why not?

Because I'm not a sick psychopath clearly not but this is boring for me i'm doing all the work making you fight for life while you're doing nothing to improve me not that i haven't leant not that i haven't learned anything but it would be more fun if you'd fight back i'll even let clark help you but i think you need motivation okay first off this is getting very anime that's what that that that is what i want because it's it lost me in the serious route like the idea That's what I'm saying. Pick a road. That's what I'm saying. Pick a road. Exactly. And I think it's picking a road. But it needs to stay in this road. It needs to stay absurd.

It can't veer back and forth. Yeah. Yeah, I agree. Yeah. Do you think I need motivation to hurt you as if? Yes, you do need it. Because despite everything that's happened to you, your only attempt to fight back was pathetic. I need you to put your game. I need to put up your game and fight harder. So that's where some motivation kicks in. He reached his left hand into his pants pocket and pulled out a smartphone. He tapped on it a few times before holding it up to his ear. It's me.

He said when the other line picked up, Put her on. Oh, yeah. Oh my gosh. He has a mom that's kidnapped his girlfriend. He has hired the Italian. He has hired the Italian mob to kidnap Zander's girlfriend. This is awesome. Also, I just want to know this is this is going. into the exact Harvey Dent and Rachel Joker arc in the dark night. Yes.

Yeah. She's in a warehouse. She's in a warehouse and she's going to blow up very soon. And he's like Clark can help you too. So Clark's in one building about a blow up and Katie's in the other. Exactly. He's like. Rachel.

And it's time to decide. It's like in my head 24, five. Yeah. You remember that scene where, uh, in the first spider. man movie when the Green Goblins holding Mary Jay and the cart full of kids. Yeah, yeah.

Too Spider-Man. Little children. If you imagine, if you imagine David in the Green Goblin costume. He's in the full Green Goplin Gumpet. You'll have to be motivated. Oh, gosh.

Then he held the phone to my ear. Someone was crying. Say hello. Hello. Katie. He kidnapped Katie. You motherfucker! Easy on the language, Sander.

David smiled, talking as if he asked me to eat my vegetables. Oh, God. Dude, no, you're not in it like I am. You need to come over here. I'm getting on the side of the fence. I need to, I need the buildup here. I need to, Katie,

you need to get on my side of the fence. Katie, where are you? I said desperately into the phone. David took the phone away and hung up, sticking it back in his pocket. Do you understand the rules now, Zander? Are you motivated?

I'm gonna kill you, you son of a bitch. You'll burn it hell. Now, now, this isn't a theological discussion. You and Clark do your best to rule my life. Do whatever you want. But if you kill me, I kill Katie.

Can't kill him if you're dead. No, but my friend will. It's amazing the kind of people you can meet online. He's just as excited to play as I am. Do you have any questions before the game really starts? Okay, so I'm imagining that he legitimately made friends with seven middle-aged, obese, Italian mobsters, who are like, sure, David. We'll help you do whatever we came.

Yep. They're wearing pinstripe suits. Exactly. If you, if you dies, we will kill these little girls for real. That's what they say to them. And we're going to do it for what? $40? Yeah, we'll do it for what?

$42,000, David. Well, that's why he probably took out the money. Well, now that we have the cryptos, we'll do this for you, David's. Now that you have Bitcoin, the story being written in 2012, we're going to see a great increase in four years. Yeah, we're actually very smart. We're risk takers, but we do invest into Bitcoin.

We might be part of the Italian mob, but we are very knowledgeable about the blockchain. Yeah, we don't tell people our crypto wallets, and we all have premium crockin accounts. Yep. What the hell happened to you? We were best friends.

Things change. I'd be dreaming of this game for you now. You were my only real friend. I could do this with. One day I decided to just go for it. You've ruined your life by trying to ruin mine. Once you're convicted of identity theft and kidnapping, your life is over!

It's kind of funny where it's like, it is real, but it's funny having someone just be like, identity theft and you ruin my credit! It's just like a funny, like, it's like a woman is kidnapped being held at gunpoint. My credit! My credit card!

That's my credit. Play the game. Can't rule me if you can't convict me. I've been preparing for years. His eyes were dark and menacing. Don't you think that's unfair to me? How am I supposed to put in a good effort if you've been preparing for years? I'll consider giving you some advice.

In the meantime, do your best. And tell Clark to play along because I'll have some motivation for him too. The sound of scrambling on the back fence alerted us to someone's presence. I shouted for help. David slapped me, but lightly. I think it was like a little slap. You bad boy.

Yeah. Yeah. It's like a play. It's like, yeah. It's a very sensual slap in my mind. Like, eh.

Yeah. I tried to see who it was for my limited movement. Clark's face appeared over the fence. That's my cue to leave. it's been good catching up with you Xander okay the author has to know

right yeah yeah we're I mean you're 100% right we are in green goblin territory for sure yeah yeah like writing stuff like that's my cue to leave yeah it's very this is very plainly for fun yeah I mean this makes me think it's definitely

like anime inspired kind of stuff like hmm well I guess that's my Q to leave. And he like pushes up his glasses. And he like teleports away in a cloud of smoke. Only fools are heroes. Yeah, only fool of fools are heroes, Zander. Pick aside, Spider-Man. Invest into Bitcoin, Spider-Man.

Blockchain. Yeah, it's the blockchain, Spider-Man. Ethereum's more practical, but Bitcoin's more profitable. Like, what the fuck are you talking about? Get out of here. Oh, man. I'm, I, you know what? I'm sorry. I was wrong to the story to take it seriously in the beginning. This is fun. I'm having a good time. They're called NFTs, and do. And once we get Haley Welch, our plan will be complete. I just drew you and Haley Welsh making sweet love and sold it on the NFT market.

What? How could you? people consider this fine art Okay All right Clark shot across the yard yelling for David to piss off David just stood there looking at me and waiting

That's when Clark caught up And punched him square in the face Hell yeah David flew to the ground releasing my head I stood up and rubbed my sore face David started to get up Clark kicked him in the side

Stay down A light went out in the house behind us We both turned to look I had the thought to hold David here until the police arrived when he turned back around David was halfway down the street Clark started to take off

but I grabbed his arm Stop stop Let him go I have something to tell you Wait hold on If Clark is running down the street Why would you stop him because he only Or sorry if David's running down the street

Yeah Because David only said that Katie would die If he dies You would still get him arrested you can still beat him up right yeah you could also well to me fair i don't think they can prove anything yet and then also i think that if they beat the shit out of them i think that he could probably just turn around and be like oh like they assaulted me or something i guess yeah all he's done so far is like love tap him on the back of the head or whatever in my in my mind it's like they turn

around for a half second and they look up and he's teleported down the street yeah he's not running he's standing there i expected him to definitely do some kind of Naruto jutsu and like puff into like a cloud of smoke could be gone. Yes. Yeah, that's what happened in my head. Yeah. We made a quiet decision to avoid the cops tonight. We wanted to file a report with them on our terms. Not having

to explain what we were doing trespassing in the middle of the night. We jogged back to his car and went home. We sat on the living room couch as I told Clark about David's conversation. Clark was staring dumbfounded at me. I thought you said he used to be your friend. He did.

And he never acted like this? No, not to me. This is insane. Clark said standing from the couch. He's kidnapped Katie so you'll just try to ruin his life and follow along with some stupid dare? Is he crazy?

He's going to be caught. Let's hope so. We should start planning. I'm not taking any chances while he has Katie. Okay, man. I want nothing to do with this at all, but I also want to help you. If it was anyone, else, I grop the

fuck out. Then let's get started. He's become the Alfred to his Batman. Yes, legitimately. I was going to say Alfred or Robin. He's just like, well, I didn't know that I could be a vigilante, but since you're a Batman,

I guess I'm going to be your sidekick. Yeah, Macheteer Wayne. Some people just want to watch your world burn. Some people, what was the line that kept saying, motivation, The minimum required effort. Some people just need minimal effort to be motivated.

Some people made minimum required effort, the size of a tangerine for minimal effort. He's doing, Xander's doing all of this in full dark night cosplay. He's 78 year old Michael Cain sitting on his back. So I thought you were trying to ruin my wife. I'll have Katie. and I plan on blowing her up

if he don't try to ruin me one. My God, you look so much more different. Some people just want to watch the world. He can only quote the dark night. The Michael Cain bit has got to end. Well, no, in my head,

Clark is Michael Cain. In my head, David is now Michael Cain. No, David's the Joker. That's the whole thing. He's like, he's ethereal.

He's like an agent of chaos. Okay, yeah. I don't know how much detail I want to put here because it'll likely get slow and boring for you. You stayed up all night. Oh, I promise you, it will not be boring for us. We stayed up all night long, mapping out events, people, weaknesses, shrinks, everything we could think of.

We filled half a notebook with all our notes. These were the weaknesses we could come up with that we could potentially use against David. So, number one, boredom with life. So we can make the game too boring to continue. Number two, his mom. If she knew what was going on, she might be able to get him to stop.

I know some of you commented that we should kidnap Mrs. Kay and use her. But we were still very green and had no desire to do that kind of shit David was using. Number three, work. Just keep in mind in the middle of all of this talking about getting his mom involved and like making him bored. A woman has a gun to her head. Yeah. In my mind, she is in a warehouse with four.

tied up pen pinstripe suit italian mobsters waiting to be blown up and he's like yeah we should get him fired yeah like literally point three work get him fired and make sure no one would hire him again like yeah life ruined that'll show him just through the phone you hear bam online accounts do the same thing to him that he done to me Number five, police. If we can come up with... Okay, first off, all that I guess, do the same thing. Same things to him that he's done to me.

Wow. How imaginative. So what if we just did everything he did to us to him? What if we posted porn on his Facebook account? No! No! I can't stress enough. There's a woman with a gun.

Yeah, exactly. It's like an warehouse. All right, David, do we go ahead and blows him up dead? He's like, hold on, there's Brazilian. and fart porn on my Facebook feed. I have to delete it first. He's good. The Xander guy's good. All right, Xander. Tusha.

Five, police. If we could come up with hard evidence to get him convicted, the problem would be solved. Six, Katie. Since he had kidnapped Katie, this is said in the same tone as everything else. Since he kidnapped Katie, the police would definitely get involved. I could easily report

my suspicions about David and they'd search him for the tiniest evidence. So they're still not really looking to, like, physically do anything to him. He is very passive about his live-in girlfriend, uh, having literally being kidnapped by the if someone, yeah, if someone had my wife in a warehouse that was going to blow her up and there was Italian mobsters, right? Yeah. The way that I would ruin this person's life is I would cut off all their toes, their fingers. I'd blow her. line them, I'd make them deaf, and I'd make them mute.

Like how else, I mean, that would ruin, I mean, like, what else can you do? Cut out their tongue. Oh, you, uh, you, you have to technically be alive. Well, good luck being, uh, quadriplegic forever. Yeah, exactly. And it's just like, well, there you go. Because then it's, because also if you do that, you completely incapacitated him to do anything else.

And then you can go and then he's like paralyzed on the ground, like, well played. Yeah. Yeah. He's tongue is cut out. He has no eyes and he's deaf. like, we played. Also, I feel like, couldn't you do that to him, right? You physically incapacity him, because he's going to kill somebody.

I mean, he's threatened murder. He's a psychopath. If you do that, can you not just go to the Italian mobsters then? I'd be like, okay, I mean, he's a vegetable. They'd be like, okay, I guess you, all right. I guess that's an Udo reverse card. All right, let her go. Right?

I mean, like, it just seems odd that you don't immediately just be like, we're going to break his legs. We're going to break his hands. It's insane that you're not blackbagging this guy when he gets off of a ship at night. Immediately. And like, yeah, like, how are you talking about hacking his Facebook account? What are we doing? But then the other thing, too, is unless, uh, because what did he say earlier about the cops, like, getting arrested?

He's like, oh, I don't want you to get arrested because of this or that or whatever. Yeah. Or did he say that? Well, I'm just, I'm trying to think of like, oh, well, he can't, we, if we do that, we're going to be arrested. And I wonder if that, like, falls into, like, like, like a negative area. No, no. He didn't say get arrested.

He was like, you have to prove it. Like, you have to get me arrested first. Oh, okay. I don't, I don't know why.

I'm, I'm with you. Like me, like if this was either of us, uh, I feel like this would be an eight hour ordeal. We would, like we would,

but, but we're not having fun with it because the way to have fun with it is to imagine that he's Batman with Alford. No, no, and I think, I think you can do that. But at the same time,

I'm thinking, like you and Clark, or let's just say Isaiah and Hunter, go. And then the whole plan is like, okay, well, let's just fucking, we're going to break his fucking legs. I'm going to shoot him in the leg with a shotgun. But then the story, to rebuttal that, that's when the story is like, oh, they try to go there

and do that and they, like, he expected them to resort to violence. And I, you know what I mean? Like, it's just odd where they're like, yeah. And then we'll, we'll mess up with his job. They're like, what the fuck are you doing, dude? You know, moron? You're fucking like a little baby.

Because this is how. his cereal's not going to be store brand or it's going to be store brand and not you know awesome good stuff it's like the bad kind of cereal yeah because Hunter this is sportsmanship you must play the game that's true

you must enjoy the game right enjoy the game well we have to be motivated yes of course we have to be motivated we have to minimum required effort so then minimal required effort that's all the weaknesses they can hit him with. Online accounts work and Xander's girlfriend, who's

currently held hostage. Right. So, then we looked at his strengths and things to look out for. So number one, prepared. He obviously had a timeline he was following and knew what he was doing. To his time, the junk melon credit fraud incidents had

all began long before I felt the effects. This meant that there could be other traps David had set up that would go off like a time bomb sometime in the future. Three is physical body. He was clear from tonight that he had been working out a ton and practicing, possibly training for his job as a security guard. Nope, nope, nope. In my mind, David is like a Jojo's bizarre adventure character.

Yes. Like just a head on top of a pile of muscle. I also like to think that he walks the same kind of way too. Like whenever he like the legs in front of each other. He has his hand in his pocket like that. Yeah, got to go ruin my best friend's life. uh for his money he had a lot of money now from what he stole from me and used fraud to receive five his friends if he made a friend who was willing to get involved in a kidnapping that there were

two or possibly more psychopaths to worry about now six is knowledge he knew how to use fraud without being caught yet and had computers or at least hire someone to do it for him we had no idea what other dangerous knowledge he might have so we made a list of of things he could know that we should learn how to counter. I won't list it here because it was pretty long. Number seven, right, is willingness to break the law. It was clear that the law was not part of the rules of the game for him. He was either unafraid to be caught or confident that he would never be. So, um, why don't you just counter all of this by being like, my strength, I bought a gun. I don't have that gun and I'm going to use it. Well, yeah, this thing is like,

You can still fuck with people or, like, physically deter someone and not kill them. Like, you could get a gun and shoot him in his fucking, in his kneecap, or yeah, like his hands or something crazy. I like your idea of pulling out his teeth and, like, cutting his toes off. I think you were really on to something there. I was proud of you. Also, I'm drawing David right now while you read the X marks because these, because these lists are driving me fucking crazy. Okay, so after we looked at David, we looked at ourselves, first our weaknesses. So first weakness is knowledge.

We didn't have, this is literally a Batman game plan. Knowledge. We didn't have nearly the amount of knowledge David had, not just knowledge about how to how to do things like fix a pipe, but also knowledge about David, who his friends were, where he worked, who he talked to, etc. we'd have to start learning like crazy to try and catch up to his money i had no money left clark was limited because he just spent a ton on the plasma tv that was just stolen three a home and car this is so funny that you wouldn't get other people involved

oh three home and car david knew where we lived we planned to sell our lease asap he also knew our cars but there was nothing we could do about that until we moved and had money to buy a junker car we could use when necessary. No matter where we moved, if he could find our car, he could follow us home. Four is Katie. If David decided to change the rules and use Katie's motivation, we might have to rethink everything. Five is fear. Clark and I knew that deep down David terrified us more than he had angered us. I would have rather walked away than exact revenge. We were also afraid and unwilling to do a lot of things David had already done. So finally, we have our strengths. these strengths are for one the law the law was on our side so long as we kept things legal

two was clark's credit so far david hadn't targeted clark like he targeted me so we could take precautionary measure to protect him three's jobs we had jobs and could therefore earn more money unless david found a way to get us fired from them we needed to come up with a way to protect our jobs from david and for the fTC police force and government that is the same thing that the first point was the government bodies with all their vast resources were working for us on identity theft. Why do you still care about the identity theft?

Yet, I feel like the story doesn't realize it included that he's going to kill someone. I think that it's like, that it jumped the shark of it there. We thought it was likely that they'd be able to link David to my identity theft. Looking at all the strengths and weaknesses of both parties side by side,

it looked like an even matchup on paper. No, it doesn't. That doesn't even look like the way at all. The only strengths you listed is that his credit card wasn't stolen, but you're still poor. And then two of the four things you listed is the police who aren't helping you yet. Yeah. We have the law on our side.

What the fuck are you talking? Point three is literally jobs. We have jobs. That does not help you with the guy who is going to kill a woman. What are you talking about? just thinking about trying to fight David made us feel like we were up against an impossible enemy this is this whole thing is worded like in Dragon Ball Z like we have to fight sell he's so strong or like freezes more powerful than us like yeah we set down to eat breakfast and continue

talking over what we would do both of us called in sick to work so we could start preparing All right I posted our leases up for sale on Craigslist I said putting my phone down Clark was sniffing the air with a confused expression He leaned over and smelled his cereal Does the smell bad to you Smells like cereal to me

Huh Smells bad to me He dumped the cereal in the sink Man I would love it if it's like It was nerve gas Let it up damn you david i love this i this is so fun this is awesome clark pulled out his phone and called equifax why are we still talking about the identity

theft thing the equifax the identity equifax thing has been harked on way too much so i actually do you remember how when the story started i found that it was connected to an argy yeah the ARG was to raise awareness for identity theft online and stuff like that. He used the free trial of Equifax. I have the sneaking suspicion that this entire story

is like trying to teach the motive about you need to be safe online which if they did that with these Superman level threats that is so, that makes this so much better. If like the person writing this is like I'm going to teach kids

about the dangers of having your credit information stolen, which is why I think they keep coming back to details about credit information. Which, to be fair, it is horrifying, but it's fucking ridiculous. It is insane to include details of that. And tie it into, I cannot stress this enough,

a woman with a gun to her head. All right, but before we help Katie, let's go check our credit real quick. Literally. Like, I think these next several accounts are about credit card theft. and I think it's inserted in here as a PSA

to try to get the kids savvy on like identity theft which makes it which makes this story 10 times better to me if it's like in earnest as a PSA you know it has to be it'd be like if we if we read a whole like Barry's in the window with like the giant forest if at the end Smokey Bear stepped out and was like only you can stop wildfires

so did you this is doing that did you really help stop the wildfire It's like, what the fuck are you talking about? Okay, like, listen to this. Clark pulled out his phone and called Equifax, letting them know that he wanted to freeze on his credit for 90 days. When those 90 days were up, he would call again and again

until this matter was resolved to protect his credit. His credit card with a $3,000 limit was still accessible to us, but no new credit could be applied for. He then went on every account he had online and changed every password to random gibberish. He signed up for an online password manager and put his passwords in there. The password manager worked by only storing an encrypted file on their server. He would download his encrypted file from the password manager website, read or write the file, re-encrypt it, and then send it back to the server.

The server only held the encrypted file, no passwords. Even if this company got hacked, the hackers would only have a bunch of useless encrypted files. They could crack the files with time, sure, but it is the best we can. do. Does that not sound like it's a random insertion to like this feels like a pay ad you. This feels like it feels like a paid ad for like like identity theft. But it's about a guy who just decided to like kidnap his friend's girlfriend that that you know what all time creepcast story. If that is what is going on here. This is incredible. This is one of the best things I've ever read. The only account.

he didn't put into the password manager was his bank account information he wrote down half the username on one small scrap of paper and the other half on another he did the same with the password he intended to hide the level of detail he intended to hide them in safe places around town if david got a hold of clark's bank information we were dead in the water while he did that i finished both of our inventories to hand over to the police as soon as they opened for the day once the station opened, we were going to head over, hand in our inventories, file a police report for the burglary, and recommend David as a police suspect. Also plan to point them to my identity theft police report and state that I suspected David to be guilty of that as well. Once we had the

police report, we could go to our landlord and request for the locks to be changed, using the police report as evidence of the break-in. The tech had told us that the door had been opened regularly and not forced. That meant David had somehow made a copy of our key. As it got close to I.m. we got into Clark's car and drove around town. He got out at four locations and hid his scraps of paper somewhere. He knew it had to be somewhere people didn't touch for months

at a time and wouldn't be damaged removed by sprinkler, storms, etc. I don't know where he hid them, but he assured me they were safe. After they were hidden, we drove for the police station to follow our report. Wait, he wrote his bank account information on pieces of paper and spread them around town. Yeah, like

horrockses. Why? Why not just keep them? Also, why wouldn't he just tell him where they're at? I know the idea is like, oh, he broke it to our house once he can do it again. Keep them in your pocket or like put them under the floorboard. Like they're, I'm operating under the assumption, but they're not operating under the assumption that David's like a god and like he can phase through walls and stuff. Okay.

Now it's just an Easter egg hunt for him. we waited patiently for an officer to see us once we were called over we took a seat and told him about the break-in and that a police report had been started and we were now turning in an inventory of our stolen things we have a suspect for the burglary

okay who his name is David King he used to be a friend of mine but not anymore what happened he asked right in the name down recently I had my identity stolen I suspect he was also behind that So if we stole my identity, it's likely he broke in, too.

He hates me. Okay, but what actually happened that made you not be friends anymore? This is great. I hesitated. I didn't know how to explain the situation. If anyone could think of a better way to explain the situation to a cop, let me know. I only said, We had a major fight, and he threatened to ruin my life.

When was this fight? About a year ago. And you think he's just now stealing your identity and breaking into your home? The cop said dubiously Were you friends with him? No, I'm his roommate. He replied pointing to me. Okay, boys.

Thank you for the tip in your inventories. We'll investigate this just like any other crime and give it our best effort. Got to get copies of your driver's license and phone numbers so I can contact you if I have any questions. Handed him our license and wrote down our phone numbers in the file. I'll be right back. He said taking the license to make copies. We looked at each other for a minute, taking a deep breath. He doesn't believe us.

We'll find evidence. Five minutes passed, then 10. Then the officer came back. Two others at his side. Clark, Ulysses? Yeah. You're under arrest for vandalism and trespassing on private property. The officers flanked him and pulled him to his feet.

I stared at the car. I stared at the cops and bewilderment. Clark's eyes were wide. When I went to cop, I was sorry, when I went to copy your license, I checked it against our records. Last night,

saw in cold and reporting so that you would, that you had been to their home and sprayed thief on their house and then attacked him when he came out to stop you. just the idea of a cop like you go to a police station you're like this guy stole my identity he is they haven't mentioned the kidnapped girlfriend which is insane he stole my identity he uh stolen all of my money he broke into our house and then it's like the cops like weird it looks like last night that same guy that they're saying did all this said these two were at

his house, we better arrest them. It doesn't make it. Why would you also not? Why would you not also? Why would you also not lead with, hey, he's, he's, he's kidnapped my girlfriend. A person is. He's kidnapped. He's kidnapped a woman. He told me he kidnapped a woman. He holds him a gunpoint. And then the cop still like, were you at his house last night? Uh, yeah. Okay. Arrested. Okay. Trestpassing's not a joke, young man. Look, you know what? If you trespassed to my house, I would kill your girlfriend too. All right? You ever think of that? that's what he says

my mouth dropped open son of a bitch David King the one you just recommend the one you just recommend as a suspect was the one who called it in seems to me like you're trying to discredit him before he reported you

yes he beat you to it read him his rights wait hold on I was there too it wasn't just him Clark shook his head at me ever so slightly No, I wasn't going to let him take the fall for this

Why would Clark even do that? I don't know, there's two witnesses Why is he like, no, I need this I want to be a martyr, let me be a martyr Mr. King explicitly stated that there was only one vandal and then he watched Missy Ulysses sneak out to the house and spray it by himself I know you're trying to protect your friend

but don't throw your life away kid One of the officers started reading Clark as Miranda rides while they cuffed him and walked him toward the door leading to inmate processing. Call my mom for bail. I'll be out soon. Don't let him win. Jesus Christ, dude.

Oh, that's so funny to like, it looks like you were coming here to discredit him. And to do that, you ruined your credit for two years and broke into your own house that you filed a report about last week or two days ago, whatever, all to discredit him.

who you came to his house last night makes a lot of sense to me yeah doesn't that seem fishy doesn't that seem strange to you that you that your life was ruined for two years leading up to you vandalizing his house sounds suspicious you guys make me sick yeah it's i guarantee i hope it goes in the direction that uh david has paid off the police uh well i for okay so police department's in his wallet. I fully believed that he was gone for so long because it was like, oh, no, he paid off the cops. I thought it was, I thought it was going to be that immediately. Okay, another thing I just thought about, there are so many mentions between the laws on our side. We have the police department, the FTC. We have the police and stuff like that in combination with the credit report thing.

the more I read this, the more it feels like a PSA for like kids, the police officer is your friend stick by their side. They know what they're doing to blah, blah, blah. You know, like it feels the more I think about the credit card scam, uh, PSA, the more it makes sense, which honestly, it makes this maybe the greatest thing I've ever read. I mean, I'm in hell. This is awesome. Okay. I can't. I can't. I'm ready to go into part four. I'm ready to trudge through this. That whole interaction with the police where it's like gets arrested right away is the same level of Ingeff the killer when it's like, oh, you stabbed a kid? Looks like it's one year in juvie.

Well, what's annoying about this so far is that it's like if you, if you tell an officer like, hey, so he actually, he's kidnapped my girlfriend. He has admitted to it, whatever. It's like, I just don't know why you don't leave. with that. What would, what would happen? Is there like, okay, can you? Because I mean, like, just look at any case ever where there's been interrogations. It's like, okay, can you stay here? And then they go pick up David. And they're like, we want to bring you in for some questions. Uh, and then like they would have both of them in the station and get it sorted out. They would it be like, oh, you trespass? Well, that negates years of torment. Oh, gosh. Yeah, sorry. He,

Sorry, he got to us first, so. And also were the cops like, nope, nope, the person clearly stated it was one individual. Even if you're confessing on the record to being there, we're not going to believe that. Oh, God. Okay.

Part four. Are you ready? Yeah. Hi, everyone. I've been exploring today. New city, new layouts to learn. I'm getting good at memorizing cities. What? Thank you.

What? what are you talking about man i couldn't be happier right now i've enjoyed this so much thank you all just the choice of language sometimes like thank you all for your support and suggestions once again these are all pass events that i'm taking your ideas in consideration for how to fight back here in the present a few of you have offered to help in other ways and i appreciate the offers this is my fight. I've ruined so many other lives by involving other people. No, David is mine to ruin, even if I die trying, or even if Katie dies trying. Um, also, I've looked back over it and realized I forgot something, but now I forgot them what it was. So forgive me if I make a correction in the next

part. Another thing. I try to talk to as many people as I can in the comments, unless my reply will have to contain spoilers. But live events have forced me to, limit that interaction because of time and the sheer number of you forgive me now i'll continue yeah wasn't the so from what i looked at previously this was like a whole argy right like there were like david had an account right and he had an account and they were talking to each other or something i think yeah yeah that's great oh that's so good i want someone to make a whole if there's any YouTubers watch this you need a video essay idea if like you could find the whole ARG and like make it. That would be stellar. If it's good, I'll shout you out. That's my,

that's my deal. I'll shout out one. If it's good, I'll shout out everyone. If it's good, I'll shout you out. If it's good, like if you, if it's not phoned in, if it's not like, yeah, I think there were some, some people involved anyway, like comment, subscribe. You know what I mean? Like, got to try. If you tried, it's good, I'll shout one out. If you can figure out the whole web of what this story is because I'm so invested. The web of lies that were web of lies. That's happening before our eyes right now.

I called Clark's mom right away. I had their home phone number because last Christmas, Clark invited me to his house for Christmas dinner since my parents and I were still fighting pretty harshly. He'd already gone home while I had to work, so he gave me the phone number in case I got lost and he didn't answer his cell. She was devastated and asked me a million questions.

It was very, very uncomfortable. She agreed to drive down that day and post bail for him. She lived a few hours away, so she said she'd be here around 5 p.m. The county we were in didn't allow online payments via credit card, cash only, so she had to physically drive down. In the middle of the phone call, I missed a call from a number that wasn't in my contacts. I called back and they answered immediately. Hi, I missed a call from this number.

Hi, this is Xander. Yeah, who's this? Sander, I'm Katie's mom. Your parents gave me your number. Shit. Well, yeah, too, how have you not brought up the fact that she's fucking kidnapped? Come on. It's like the story.

The story is treating the kidnapping at the same you would like a speeding ticket or like a break in like. It's like you got to tell somebody this stuff, Zander. Yeah. This is at the same level as like having your credit card stolen. My word. You fucking moron. Good God.

He's like, God dang it. Okay. Hi, can't talk now. I'm in a rush and I. She cut me off. Have you heard from Katie? She didn't come home last night.

Your mom gave me your number and please tell me she's with you. She's not. I'm not sure where she is. I have to go. I'll call you back. He's actually a monster. So what this is, I mean, like, I feel like the writer has kind of written himself into a corner or

their self into a corner with um like jumping the gun so quickly on jump like a kidnapping and murder threat that it's just like um yeah she's not with me I have to go like there's no

you can't counter that like that's way too big of a jump to make in the store but it's funny to imagine that um Zander is also committed to the game now that he's like well if Katie's alive, our game's over.

Unless I have that minimum required effort motivation, that I will be able to fight back how I should. Yeah, yeah. You gotta have it. Fair play. Fair play. I hug up the phone.

I didn't want to talk to her about Katie because I was about to file her missing person report. I walked over to the reception desk. I was just talking. to an officer and then he arrested my friend and walked off. I need to talk to the officer on my other case about identity fraud. What

case number? I'm nothing to say. I was just talking an officer and he arrested my friend anyway. I need to talk to the other officer. I'll deal with that in a second. Excuse me, ma'am.

Excuse me. Yeah. Oh. A while later, I was setting in one of their interrogation rooms after asking for a private meeting. Detective Hernandez said at the opposite end of a metal table. My two case files were on the table in front of him. He was glancing through them trying to familiarize himself with the break-in report. A tape recorder set between us.

He pressed a button on the recorder and the tape started rolling. He stated his name, my name, my case number. the date and the time. All right. Go ahead. So I submitted a report for identity theft a while ago and I haven't heard anything about it. The FCC can take some time to respond.

Well, now there's a new report for a breaking at my apartment. I was talking to another officer earlier and told him that I have a suspect for both crimes. Yes. The detective said looking over one of the folders in both cases on the table. One David Kink, correct?

Looks like it was written and looks like it was written in your file. Yes, David King. He used to be a friend of mine, but now he hates me, and he's been targeting me. Targeting you, how? Most recently, he's kidnapped my girlfriend, Katie.

Finally, it comes out. Finally. That caught his attention. Pulled a pin from his front pocket. When was this? Yeah, I said in his pen on a blank page. Last night, we went to go graffiti's house.

He chased after. and pinned me to a table. He called someone on the phone and had them put Katie on the phone. I heard her voice and he claimed he kidnapped her to motivate me. Motivate you to do what?

I told him about the dare conversation. Then about the junk mail, my online accounts, the credit card fraud, my parents' credit being targeted, my car windows, the break-in, my bank account being emptied, the graffiti incident, Katie's phone call, protecting Clark's bank and online accounts, and now Clark's arrest.

Hernandez took copious notes. It just keeps escalating. I said in defeat. I watched Hernandez carefully trying to gauge his reaction. I couldn't tell what he believed. I need more details about the phone call. What did she say? What did you say?

What did you hear on the other end? We talked through everything for an hour. Nothing I said was useful for finding Katie, but Hernandez set back after I finished. Xander, I have to be honest This all sounds very loose I don't mean the crimes themselves I just mean the connections linking David to all these crimes

There's nothing that can be done about The identity theft until the FTC has finished their investigation The break-in, broken windows, hacked accounts and empty bank account will have to produce their own evidence to prove that David committed each one To you this is all one timeline of events but to the law, they're all separate crimes that have to be treated

with no regard for past actions. That is a stellar drawing. You like David? The National Guard logo on the shirt. It's so funny. That's awesome. What does he mean

they're flimsily connected? David said, I kidnapped. Katie and then the phone call happened while you're with Katie. If Hernandez doesn't believe that happened, that's fine. But if he believes the phone call with Katie happened, then the guy who said it's Katie and held the phone up would be liable. Whatever. I'm putting way too much critical thought into the story that clearly wasn't made with that of mine. I believe you, but I can't make an arrest without witnesses or hard evidence. Your story is, your story,

your story is circumstantial at best, but I do believe you when you say they are connected. finally someone believes me god yeah what good that's worth dude nothing's happening all right cool at least someone believes me what are the text said about the break in they said they found a few fingerprints all the fingerprints

found belonged to each of you and a few other people who used to live there according to the file they've all been confirmed as past resonance and what about the ATM camera now that's something unfortunate he said looking through the folder again we got a call from your

bank to file a fraud report. It was smart of you to go through the bank to report the fraud. Here we go. The PSA. The bank credit card PSA. Yes. Here it is. Here it is.

I'm coming in. My boss made it a priority. And since it was your same name, it was added to our file on your identity theft. It's been the one personally, I've been the one personally working on identity theft case. Once received the case, I called the convenience store that the ATM was in. It gave me the brand of the ATM so I could request the footage from the company. Problem is that ATM doesn't have a camera. What? How can ATM not have a camera?

Not all brands do. Some ATMs have cameras built in, and this was one of them. Not all brands do. Some ATMs don't have cameras built in. And this is one of them. Someone logged into your online bank account right before the ATM transaction and moved all of your money from savings into your checking account. They also increased your ATM withdrawal limit to 5,000 while online, which was above the 3,500 you had in your account.

Normally, you can only withdraw 500 per day. What about the store? Where's camera? I asked for them to bring the footage down. They said they'll be in today. Where's the store? I want to see this for myself. No.

I have an inclination to lean towards your theory, but I will collect the evidence myself and court will decide. You steer clear. Then drive down yourself right now, God damn it. I yelled. He stood slightly, his hand reaching for his belt automatic. Calm down! He's going to go right, reaching for his gun.

He's going to shoot him. the application automatically he's like drive down yourself and he's like who like he's going to shoot it right there in the end of calm down this is like a 15 year olds understanding or no 12 year olds understanding of how like police work and departments yeah everything is so detailed I have a feel like all of our viewers have parted and I feel bad no no no I do from what I know of our viewers they are there with me that this This is a delight. We're randomly through the story where they're getting arrested and stuff,

and it takes a break to tell us about the security of ATM brands and cameras. Oh my gosh, dude. Incredible. This is awesome. Calm down. I have no money. My car windows are smashed and I can't repair them. My world will be due and I have no way to pay.

I can't get to work in a car. I can't drive. I need my money back. Hernandez sighed, sitting back down. I breathed heavily. If David is the one who used your information to commit credit fraud, why would he steal a measly 3,500 from you? Because he's dead set on ruining my life.

That's the dare. He's taking it too far. Further than any sane person would. I mean, he's sick. I just wanted to stop. I said, I cried a little, and Hernandez let me sit in silence for a minute while the tears rolled down my cheeks. What about Katie?

The kidnapping is going to get top priority. That's the one case that has a witness. You, I won't be working on it, but someone in a different section of the department will be. The other detective will want to an interview, oh my God. The other detective will want to interview you today and get started. Let's do it then.

Hernandez steps out and returned a while later with the detective. Detective White came in and probed to me with hundreds of questions. Where did she work? Who were her friends? How long have we been together? When did I last see her? Do her parents know? Questions like that.

When I brought up David in the phone call, he leaned in and asked me the same questions about what I'd heard, what we'd said, and anything I could remember. Again, I didn't remember anything helpful. I'll need you to bring David in for questioning. Your testimony is decent, but we'll need more evidence for conviction.

I can't arrest him because I need more proof. If he arrest him without enough proof, it'll walk free and can't be tried again. no you can you can arrest him no take him to court yet no no you had enough proof to arrest Clark

Clark I was just talking with an officer who said Clark called in and told you all that Clark graffitied his house or wait I just I was just talking with another officer that said David called in and told you all that Clark graffited his house and he had to do

all he had to do was call and he got arrested Detective White excused himself to go find out more about what had happened. He came back five minutes later. Avid has more proof on that case. He just goes out and the corner comes back. Well, the guy who kidnapped this woman actually has more proof about you graffiti in his house.

Photographs of the graffiti, photographs of Clark coming up to the house, his own testimony about recognizing Clark and bruised face. Clark's hand is also cut up, which corroborates a story. We noticed it when we booked them. This is the kind of evidence we need to convince. and a kidnapping. Right now we have your testimony stating you said hello to Katie on a phone and David that he kidnapped her. We need more evidence to convince a jury. But I was with Glock! And the pictures, you weren't. They're fangs! An expert will check them and determine that.

This is awesome. I sat back in my chair feeling defeated. Detective White thanked me for my testimony and left to contact Katie's parents. Detective Hernandez sat back down. watching me as tears wiled up in my eyes again. Let me pay for you. Okay, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on. Oh, God, please. I'm making, I'm making a prediction right now. So I'm looking at the text on Reddit.

And then a few paragraphs down, I see like walls of text. The entire story is quotes until it decides to talk about a PSA around identity theft monitoring or the law or something like that. So I'm just, I'm just placing money down on red right now. that that wall of text is going to be like an info dump, but continue. Let me pay for your windows. He won't matter. He'll break them again the next day. He's broke them more than once.

Every time I repair them, they're smashed again the next day. I might have an idea, but I'll need approval for my boss. If you haven't heard of entrapment in the con, yes, I was right. It's another info dump. Oh my gosh. This is great. If you haven't heard of entrapment in the context of a police investigation, it's a legal defense that's used when evidence can be shown that an officer reduces a criminal to commit a crime they wouldn't otherwise commit. When this defense is used, there are two different views. In some courts, if a defendant uses an trap as a defense, the defense has to prove beyond reasonable doubt that the criminal was not entrapped. In other courts, the defense has to prove that it was entrapped. The state I was in required the prosecution. to do the proving. Hernandez recognized that this plan could be construed as entrapment,

and he explained this to me as we walked to his boss's office. He told me that since David had already established a pattern of breaking my windows, Hernandez could set up surveillance on the car and just wait for David to commit the crime he was going to do anyway. Since I had repaired my windows twice, and he had kept the receipts, that would serve as good evidence that the crime had been repetitive. The idea made me hopeful. I sat outside his boss's office while he walked in

and presented his idea. When he walked out, he gave me a thumbs up. David would never know what hit him. Hernandez drove me to my house. What they're not factoring in is David's fourth dimensional understanding of electronics and their positions around him.

He can pick up on electromagnetic waves. Hernandez drove me to my house where I picked up my car and took it to a repair shop. He followed me over there and paid. We drove to my work in Hernandez's car while they worked on it. Hernandez ordered us some lunch, and I talked to my boss. I told him about my bank account getting hacked and that I needed to cancel direct deposit.

Luckily, payroll is next week, so they'd be able to change the method of payment by the next paycheck. I told him about my situation, and Hernandez backed me up. He agreed to pay some of my wages in advance out of the store's petty cash until payday came, and I was to pay him back. I thanked him profusely for helping me out and apologizing for having to call in sick that day. walked out with a full stomach, $335, and a calm mind. With any luck, we'd catch David tonight. Hernandez took me back to the shop and I picked up my car. I tried to pay for the money I'd receive, but he refused,

saying I could pay him back after this was all resolved. He told me he'd be at my house later on to start the surveillance and to just park my car on the street. thanked him again before we parted. It was about 3 p.m. when I got home, parked my car several blocks away and next to several others for camouflage. I didn't want David to find it, and smashed the windows before tonight.

The walk was hot and the cool air conditioning welcomed me in my house. Excuse me. Someone asked timidly as I unlocked to my front door. I peeked my head at back outside. There's an older woman on the landing,

probably in her 40s. Yes? You live in that apartment, I'm guessing. Yeah. I'm Mrs. Watson. I believe you and my son are roommates. Oh, hello. Whose mom are you?

Isaac He and I were supposed to be driving out of state to visit family yesterday But he never showed up Chill ran up my spine I've called him a thousand times But he hasn't answered I've been standing here at ringing the doorby for a while But no one has been home

Can I go knock on his door I considered asking her to leave Or telling her that I was Wasn't comfortable with her coming in But I knew that would have been suspicious I knew what we were going to find told her to come in and instantly the smell overtook us

she tried Isaac's body was rotting in his room smell overtook us she tried to be polite and not offend me probably thinking we were typical college guys living like pigs she walked down the hall to Isaac's room oh god

the smell must have been horrific right by the door I shuddered but went down the hall towards her she knocked Isaac she called no answer as Isis expected I think it's mom I think the smell made her start to panic

because she pounded harder on the door I think open up please she pleaded desperately I sighed gently I got Wait where's this going Here okay honor There's no way right No there's no way

There's no way There's literally no way There's no way It cannot be Gently I guided her away from the door Embraced myself I took a running start and slammed into the door.

It bit heavily, but the latch didn't break. I tried again and again. On the fourth try, the door wrenched open and I was inside. The smell. I don't know how many times I can tell you about it until you understand. This was one of the moments where I'll remember every detail forever.

Hunter, there's no way. This is probably one of the worst stories I've read, so it's not going to be fun. It's not going to go there. Dude. Isaac's room was a mess There were three bookshelves That likely used to have tons of books

But the shelves were torn apart And books scattered across the room His computer desk had papers scattered Across it and cups knocked over The window was darked by a blackout curtain used for gaming The large gaming computer under the desk Cumbed and the monitor showed stars

moving around a screensaver Isaac was on the bed His face was pale and patchy With purple lines His arms and legs were white and bruised An extension cord trailed off the bed. The middle being wrapped around his neck several times. Some flies nested on his body flying to another spot occasionally. Hunter, hunter. Oh my gosh. I killed him.

Bro. Dude. I have no. I have no. I have. no will. This is great. The honor, this might be the best thing I think we've ever read on the show. Just the insanity. And this is all, I'm fully convinced this is all a identity theft PSA. And he murdered a guy in the apartment. Bro. Mrs. Watson entered the room and screamed. I just stood there, staring at Isaac's dilapidated body. David had jumped to murder. I called the police and tried to get Mrs. Watson to leave the apartment and preserve the crime scene. She refused to set sobby next to Isaac's bed.

She was afraid to touch him. The police came immediately and escorted Mrs. Watson and I out of the apartment. The next few hours were blur of questions in police. Detective Fernandez showed up and looked inside. Techs were carrying in cameras and briefcases full of equipment. After a while, they started to carry out some of Isaac's belongings and bags. his gaming computer took two texts to carry out i set all the curb nearby not being allowed to leave by the head officer who's running the scene hernandez sat next to me they broke open your other roommate's

door all his belongings are there but your roommate isn't you know where he is no i never talked to him much were you close to isaac no but it's still i know you think david is behind this too probably we'll still carry out the surveillance don't worry they'll analyze Isaac's body and they find so much as a fleck of skint that we can link to David we'll nail him

no criminal is perfect Hernandez left me alone Hernandez left me alone and I thought over the situation and then a car parked nearby and outstep Clark with his mom I jumped up and ran over to him oh my God Clark are you okay

I'm fine posted bail it was 350 bucks so not awful I thought you said you'd be here by five I asked Clark's mom side note I don't remember the exact time she got there but I do remember she was earlier than expected I was going to meet them both at the station

I may have broken a few speed limits what happened what's happened Clark's face suddenly went cold when he saw the policeman near our door Isaac was found in his room. They didn't have to specify

what state he was in. Jesus Christ! Clark Gass put in his hand on his knees. He started hyperventilating and his mom weirdly put a hand on his back. Clark, honey, let's just go for a drive. We can get your stuff later. Your stuff?

He's moving out. He told me all about this sick game your friend is playing. I don't think it's very funny. It's not funny! it never was this fucking asshole is trying to ruin my life it's not a game

a few of the policemen turned to watch me from the balcony her jaw tightened and she guided her hyperventiline son into the car drove away and I was left in the middle of the street watching my best friend leave me to handle David alone

the idea that oh that's great the idea that people are getting murdered and Clark needs to stick around out of some obligation over this nutcase yeah Clark he said you're going to hang out with me man you said you're going to do this with me i wish i wish so deeply that it would double down and zander would be like is that it clark we enter this game together a game of men a game of

sport yeah but you're not going to finish this game with me like has fully bought into the game idea and that's why he's saying he's leaving but it's in this weird space i got to be completely frank with you man this might be my tries act like a rational human being and does absolutely nothing a normal human being would do this this might be my least favorite thing we've ever read i think this might this might be my favorite thing we've ever read we still have we still have four parts and i'm in hell there's four parts there's four parts to go this is awesome um so like here's what i'm curious about so like i um i understand why our audience recommended this story right like they're they're done no no because they they want me and you to suffer that's the point but jokes on them i love this

this is great um so like i i'm having fun with this but i will see this story mentioned by people unrelated to creepcast who will just be on like um they'll just be on subreddits like oh best no sleep stories and they'll recommend this one is like a scary one it's like what what why do you read things what about what about a story making makes you think it was good. Is it because a lot happens in it? Or like what is reading to you? Are you reading them?

I don't know. It's interesting. I get why our audience recommended this like loud and clear. Maybe I'm being a negative Nancy. Maybe I need to like look at this in a different light. I'm going to go into part five here in a new light and I'm going to have, I'm going to start having fun. So let's just let's just keep powering through.

Bro, he's killing people. David King is killing people because it's all part of the game. minimum required effort. I've got to strangle this guy in his bed because it's the minimum required effort. Minimum required effort. I don't know how you're not having fun. I am exhausted.

I'm like physically exhausted. I'm thrilled. We're halfway through and he just strangled someone with a gaming cord as it was described in his own bed. That's awesome. All right. Let's get, part five. Let's get it.

Part five. Just finished posting links to this part in all comments of part four. I don't think I'll be able to do that again, so please check back 24 hours from the publication of this post. Rip my finger. All right. I'm having fun. Hi again, everyone. As I do in every new post, thank you for your support and encouragement.

I read every single comment and reply to as many as I can or have something useful to reply. David is nowhere to be seen in this new town. Thankfully, so I don't think he's realized that I've moved on. I've had some time to keep figuring out where things are in this town once again just reminding everyone these are past events we haven't caught up to the present day yet I also want to remind everyone that I am writing these each day no I don't have parts built up so I can't make them longer

release them all at once sorry guys a few people keep asking so I'm just clarifying one more thing as I was reading every comment like I do I noticed one person whose first day is today and they got they got downloaded for suggesting this could make a good manga series. So I want to wish them a public happy birthday, happy birthday user super Kwame.

It's so funny to imagine, because this is an ARG to imagine that he's actually like running for his life. And he's still like, happy birthday user. Thank you. Thank you for the gifts. Thank you for the upvotes.

Thank you for the updates, the badges. Also, that is 100% true. This is, in my head, it's a manga or an anime, like what's happening. Right. And David looks exactly, like the drawing you made only he's super strong like he is like he's extremely strong yeah he's like

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Let's begin. The police took Isaac out in a body bag. Mrs. Watson left with the body, still sobbing uncontrollably. I was told that I couldn't go into my apartment until they were completely done with the crime scene. No, they didn't know when that would be. They suggested a hotel room, which I laughed at. I asked if I could grab a blanket and a pillow from my room so I could sleep in my car.

They reluctantly brought it to me and I gagged when I grabbed them. They smelled like death. Hernandez offered to get me a motel room or let me stay at his place or even begged me to call a friend and stay with him. I refused all three. Bad ass.

I walked to my car and ignored Hernandez. I was still too mad about everything and devastated that Clark had left. Besides, we couldn't do surveillance on the car, while I slept in it. I marched all the way to my car and slammed the door hard. I decided I didn't feel safe parking near my house to sleep, so I went to a Walmart parking lot for the night. It was as if fate had finally begun to root for me. I was walking towards the Walmart entrance from the parking lot to buy some food when I was only a few cars away, an armored truck pulled up, the ones that carry

money over to the bank. You know what I mean? And who do you think stepped out of the truck? David King. Fucking King. I strafed to my left and got behind a car, used the back tinted windows to observe. He was laughing with his partner who got out of the passenger side. I was too far away to hear what they were saying,

but I definitely didn't recognize the partners anyone I knew. It was obviously paranoia, but I wondered if he could be the one who made Katie speak into the phone. The two of them walked into Walmart and I took notes of the company that owned the truck,

then I had an idea. my first real idea on how I could fight back now that I knew where David was right this second sprinted back to my car a little while later I pulled up to Mrs. Kay's house

I got out and looked around making sure David hadn't somehow beaten me here or followed me at a hurry who knew how much longer the shift would last I knocked on the door

and Mrs. Kay opened up Hello, Alexander Hi Mrs. Kay, can I come in? Five minutes later I was rifling through David's room had to hurry I had to find something useful and fast. I told Mrs. Kay that years ago,

I'd let David borrow a video game and just now remembered and wanted to pick it up. She had happily let me go into his room and find them. I'd booted up his ancient laptop, but it was taken forever to load. Why the hell hadn't he bought a new laptop with all the money he stole? That would have made good evidence.

I glanced at every paper I saw hoping for something. Written plans, a checklist, a receipt, anything. Every paper I found was normal for what I could see. His room was a disaster, which worked in my favor. He may have dropped something incriminated

and not known about it. I stuffed every flash drive I could find into my pockets as I went. He had four of them laying around. They might have incriminated evidence on them. The laptop finally booted and I instantly tried to log in.

No luck. Password protected. I should have known. Considering how tech savvy he'd been in hacking into my accounts, a password, a login password. In fact, all the incriminating data was probably on the laptop. He wouldn't bother printing anything out.

That gave me an idea. I picked up the laptop and flipped it over. Toolbox laid under the table and I snatched a screwdriver from it. Using a screwdriver, I went to work disassembling the laptop. When I finished, I held his hard drive up in my hand. I will ruin you, David King. So fucking badass. I'm so cool.

I'm going to ruin him. to get back after he strangled someone to death in my apartment I'm gonna fucking kill you David I'm gonna find all of your little files David as I reassemble they're gonna have to put David

in Arkham Asylum they're gonna wheel him out in like the Hannibal Lecter mask as our reassembled the laptop something cut my eye under the bed a box for in my eyebrows

I pulled it towards me it was a shoe box that's good I like that it's a good honor it was a shoe box with dust cover in the top a few spots were less dusty

where someone had handled the lid oh but it slowly and peered inside it contained a quarter inch thick stack of pages all bound together by a binder clip the box was too small

to let the pad lay flat so I curled it in the box the pages rolled and worn that clearly been handled frequently I lifted it out and noticed that it looked like research paper. The front page is a title in the middle of the page and an author at the bottom. Psychological evaluation for David Edward King. The bottom of the page had the name of the Institute and Psychologist that had done the study as well as the year.

I did the math and the evaluation must have been done when he was 16. Jack Pot. That's so funny to be like, huh, I'm going to prove this killer who has kidnapped a woman. and tortured me for years isn't mentally well. Like, wow, you're breaking crazy ground with that assessment. This is evidence. This is evidence.

He has, he was psychologically evaluated at 16. That'll put him under. Knowing this story, the police are going to be like, he's clearly a sociopath. We have to shoot him. I stuffed it under my shirt as best I could hide at its square form. The laptop was set back in its place as if it never moved. David would know something was wrong eventually, but not until he booted it up.

I gave a last look around and wondered if there's anything else I should do. No decent ideas. I left David's house. Mrs. Kay gave me a brownie on my way out. On the drive back to Walmart, I tried to come up with a plan. I couldn't take this to the police because it was illegally obtained evidence and wouldn't be admissible in court. I knew that from a bunch of crime shows. We can tell.

I had to get at the evidence myself and somehow get it at the police hands legally. when I parked at the Walmart it still wasn't that late I walked inside carrying the flash drives and psychological evaluation with me I used the demo computers to look at the contents of the flash drives looking back now I'm amazed they let

USB sticks work on the demo machines the first flash drive had old high school papers on it nothing useful there second and third were bootable drives that could boot Linux I don't expect everyone to understand what that means it's not important I don't expect you to understand what that means

I have explained everything else in the fucking universe in this deal, but I'm not going to explain Linux. Because only us based our slash Linux users understand that one. Am I right, guys? Upvote. Thank you. I was on the fourth flash drive that had my first breakthrough of evidence. It contained a single text file that had been edited the day before. As I read through it, I realized that it was a conversation.

With my current understanding, the flash drive was how David and his kidnapping, partner had been communicating. David would write a message and hide the flash drive in a predetermined place. Then the kidnapper would go pick it up and read the message. The process would reverse when the kidnapper had a message to pass along. A lot of you will probably say, why wouldn't they just using crypto emails? That's so much faster and safer. If they had used any kind of network, yes, thank you. Another, every single entry has a PSA about how internet and like security systems work. If they had used any kind of network to communicate some internet service provider or some cell phone provider like Comcast would have a log entry of the messages being exchanged even if the

data was encrypted. Encrypted data is never 100% secure. Look at look at this. It just randomly launches into like infomercials. If you dedicate enough processing power, you can crack any encryption. It may take thousands of years in some cases, but it could be cracked. That means it can't be crack. That means no one's going to do it. Yeah, but it would take thousands of years. Someone would definitely take thousands of years. Someone would take thousands of years to get through one like encoded signal for sure.

With our current advances in computing power, that could change to be even faster. It could only be hundreds of years. Exactly. It could be 200 years. David and his partner had reduced their risk of being caught by limiting who had access to the information. If you send an email

to me via Reddit, I'm not the only one that gets the message. Passes through several servers. Oh my gosh. This story is like crack. I seriously hate myself. Like I hate myself for deciding to read this. I fucking hate this. Yeah. For the record, this was your idea. I said, I know, I know I hate myself. I said that story looks bad. We should pass over it. I know. We'll give it another shot and I'll be more positive this time. I know what's happened. I love it. And you're paying the price. That's great. Is this part six or is this part? This is five. It passes through several servers and routers

who all make a note that a message passed throughout a specific time. It leaves a trail. Unless you can erase the logs of those servers, you leave a trail no matter how you send your data. There was certainly risk that someone could find the flash drive, plug it in, and find all of this data like I had, but that could be reduced by choosing decent hiding places. If you plan to pass messages this way,

don't leave it laying around your room. Especially, remember kids. don't leave it unencrypted. I still don't know why it wasn't encrypted. The text file would have a line, then skip a line, and add another where the next response was. I don't have the flash driver a copy of the conversation anymore, so I'll have to paraphrase as accurately as I can remember. I'll use bullet points here on Reddit to format it more easily for you. Payment received? Yes. Last half of payment comes when this is all over? How long? Depends on him. Good? Good. No suspicion. Quiet crap. Was she harmed? She

fought a couple bruises otherwise fine there's some extra lines in between marking the start of a new conversation any new information a kidnapping report has been filed with the police changed locations every two days as previously discussed or you will supplied we have enough in the truck to keep moving and stay operational good then he luck this will be over soon once he makes an irreversible mistake i shuddered as i closed the text file that was damning evidence no it's not that is that is that's a series of text that you found. That's how that works. I checked who the owner of the file was.

It was blank. Well, that would have been too convenient. I googled the kind of cable I would need to hook the hard drive up to a computer. I bought a SAT to USB cable. I was thankful that the demo computers are in an aisle out of the view of employees in the tech center. To people who don't know technology, I'm convinced I look like a hacker. Oh my gosh. To people who don't know technology.

let me give you another lesson on technology please it's actually phrased that way let me give you another lesson on technology oh would you be so kind Xander as to do that for us to give us another lesson listen Hup Hunter since I seem to be giving so many in this series and the lampshade goes on

when you boot a hunter I don't know if you knew this, Hunter, but I'm going to let you in a little secret. When you boot your computer, it asks for a password if you've set one. Without that password, you can't access the hard drive unless you do some hacked up workaround. Some hacked up workaround. In some cases, however, you can unplug the hard drive and plug it into another computer instead. The new computer will treat it like a regular external drive, and voila, you have access. Unfortunately, David had encrypted his entire hard drive so it was useless to me at the moment until i had some spare time to either guess the password or find someone who could crack it going to the summer supply section of

the store took a seat and pulled out the psychological evaluation and looked at the cover page again psychological evaluation for david edward king i hope you realize that i've removed the institution author and date for privacy sake because that would matter in the midst of this that would matter I've spent an hour, skimming the contents, using the table of contents to navigate. I constantly had to look up lengthy words on my phone, but I was beginning to understand what went on in David's sick little mind. I won't give you an entire rundown of this whole life, but the report contained transcripted interviews with his parents about incidents, psychologist observation while holding David in confinement, at a general list of events that had occurred in David's life that may have traumatized him. These are the ones that I remembered.

David set fire to animals constantly and poked them with various objects. When a snake lunged and bit him once in his backyard, his mother came out to find him whipping the limb body against a tree, gut sprained everywhere. His only explanation was, it tried to hurt me. Okay. Two, he was found designing traps for rabbits and other animals that were expertly hidden in design. He claimed to have never looked at a wilderness guide to make them.

his mother later found entire notebooks containing designs for traps the traps reamed at getting both animals and humans his father died when he three his father died when he was 12 respected him greatly he became quiet and reserved for years the first day of high school however he changed overnight and became charismatic energetic and clever in four in middle school one of his teachers had been interviewed after an incident she had noticed that three boys had begun picking on david but he quietly took whatever they gave him one day she came to class and all three boys set ramrod straight and stared straight ahead and didn't dare look at David, David was smirking and trying to hide it. So he's like the Omen child.

He's like, he's like the anti-cries from the movie Omen. He's a badass, dude. He's a badass. He's so cool and swag. And he's so freaking awesome. That's what the story wants us to think. Finally, let me try to summarize what a psychologist wrote about David. David seems to have a constant need to harm other living things and cause suffering.

That is what a psychologist would write about a six. year old who only had like a couple of weird interactions, yeah. Yes, yes. Once in my offers, I found him stomping his feet on the floor. I asked him what he was doing, and he admitted that he was trying to crush anything microscopic that could be on my floor.

My God. God. I seriously fear that he would not be able to remain and decide without serious medication and therapy. Why are you stomping your feet? Just tried to kill all the germs and microscopic things on the floor. I'm killing a doctor.

You may not know this doctor. I am darkness in color. He's wearing a Joker face paint, but he's a child. I am not noticed. But there's microscopic animals on the floor. I am the one who docks. I am evil. This is so awesome.

And it's made so much better to me with the PSA stuff that it's made to like, remember kids. This can happen to you too. you know the story's almost too good it's almost so it has it's trying to be since it's horrible this is i'm not i'm not even i'm not even joking no i'm not even joking this is the worst thing we have ever read i'm that and that is not me being a debby downer i'm saying realistically this is the worst thing we have ever heard hunter hunter that's what makes it so good because but it's not even fun it is the worst thing we've ever read but it is also a people ESA about identity theft, like, know your surroundings.

Yeah, but it's not fun enough. It also is trying to get him to be mad about credit card theft and worried about, like, his windows being broken when one person's dead and a second one's about to die. That's insane. It's just not fun enough, man. I'm in hell. I wanted this to be, we should, we should just keep pushing on. I'm in hell. I'm loving this.

All right. I had no idea that David had any of the let me ask you this real quick I know I know you want to keep pushing up please God just read the do you think that this story because I mentioned this in the beginning

but I was kind of thinking about it obviously it would need some buffing for like the language and the police department scenes and stuff like that regardless but do you think this premise could work if it was like a stranger like maybe a weird kid at school

he had only seen a couple times and he's like Why don't you try to ruin my life? And then the kid goes to like the level of dedication. He's killing people. Do you think something like that could be feasible? The fact that it's not that he's even his friend. It's just the story does not work so far.

Even if it is a PSA, whatever, it's so descriptive. And like it is haltering itself every, every other paragraph. It's bogging itself down. Yeah, it will not let self progress. And like, we talked earlier about like, you need. to choose a lane and with the descriptive stuff it gets so serious in trying to like ground it in reality that it's not fun like it's not like jeff the killer where it's just like i don't give a fuck i'm 12 and i'm writing something that i think is creepy it's something that's supposed to be like

and this is why this is happening because of like this is like this is like the reasonable plausible explanation to this and also for people who don't know about fraud this is like it has nothing to do with him being like the problem is not his friend being his friend or not a stranger It's the sheer effect that, like, we're not, I'm like, we're not progressing the story at all. Like, and the thing, too, is these parts are so long. And they all amount to the exact same conclusion. Like, it's seriously. Yeah.

Yeah, exactly. It's seriously. But I mean, like, I'm, I am putting it up there as the worst thing we've ever read so far. It, it keeps doing this thing where it will have these complete, like, comic book level reveals of, like, him killing people or kidnapping people. having like spies around town and stuff like that but then it will like you said be like let's take a break to talk about ATM security systems like it yeah yeah

which is why I love it and I'm having a great time I had no idea that David had any of these problems or experiences he and I had met when we were both 17 he'd been exactly as the report described charismatic energetic clever I felt blind for not seeing any red flags but I knew that he had hidden them well intentionally. Psychologists made another entry a month later.

David seems to have performed a complete 180 in his mood, actions, and demeanor. He has been polite and kind of every time he has come in. It is very capable of being fully functional. Did I tell you that this is basically Michael Myers? David King is Michael Myers. Doctor, but wouldn't you as a psychologist if a patient saw a complete one, 180 all at once find that incredibly suspicious as you're a psychologist and knows that happens a lot. No. This is normal. I'm happy he's just cracking a smile. Well, that's good. So he should be

reintroduced into society full-fledged. Well, I don't see why not? Yes. Please. I hope so. Did I tell you I'm also an alcoholic? I can't stop drinking. I drink profusely, mostly to numb the pain. The sentence struck me as odd. Months of statements about David's instability, and suddenly this comes out. I googled the professor's name. He died in a car crash the same year

as the publication date on the evaluation. Bro. Drunk driving. Drunk driving. But no, the implication is that David killed his psychologist. Yes, David killed a psychologist. son of a bitch

I wonder if this would work better too if they were like if he was at like a juvenile detention thing or if he was like in like a wayward house like he was also kind of like mentally fucked up like maybe he was depressed or something like two boys inside of a mental facility

yeah and then that way that could that would actually be kind of interesting because then you create parameters around the setting well then you could also like a wall they can't get out of. It's also, or let's say that even the released.

Let's say he's released back to the public. Yeah. Yeah. And like, or the one kid, or Zander is released, right? And he's back in public. And then fucking David breaks out.

Like some, or something like that. Hmm. Now you have something to where you also can say that your narrator or your protagonist is an unreliable narrator. Because he is also mentally disturbed and stuff. And you're kind of like, you get into like almost a beautiful mind thing where maybe he's seeing shit or i don't know

anyways that the idea of him i think like this idea of him like afterthought of him like well he was in a mental hospital i honestly think that would have been a way more fun approach than just starting it with i'm bored i have no reason i have no purpose kill me kill my girlfriend yeah yeah versus if they're in a mental asylum and they're having that conversation makes way more sense makes way more sense that would actually be kind of interesting like they're both in there and they're like, I'm bored. Yeah, I have, I, well, also, I have no purpose. I have no structure. And they're

in a mental asylum. Like, it's like, it's fucking crazy. You could even mirror some of these scenes as well. In an interesting way, we're like, maybe he doesn't know why David's in there. David lied about while he was in there. And then maybe one night

he sneaks into the administration of office, it finds out that like David killed his mom or something obscene like that. Yeah. I think also having like more, you can instead of the officers, you have them be. Oralies. Yeah, people that work at the, like, hand out medication or something and whatever. You know what I mean?

Like, yeah, I don't know. How great would this be if it ends? And it's like, anyway, I didn't take my medicine today. And it's like this whole thing was a delusion inside of an inside of it. I'm not even joking. I will punch a hole through my monitor and I'll, I'll slip my wrist. If this, this ending in the, it was all a dream twist, I think would make this the greatest thing I've ever seen. And I swear to God, I'm not even joking.

I don't know where this is going. If it ends that way, I'm, I'm, I'm done with this show. I am, I am done with the show. That's how this, if that's how this ends, I'm done with this show.

That's great because then I get a hundred percent of the paycheck. That's true. Well, you know, make it, make a positive, making lemonade out of lemons. All right.

Yeah, exactly. I'll, I'll take it. You know what? Deal. He, that son of a bitch.

I reread the last, very last entry, I recognize the words for what they were. A coerced recommendation to reenter society. I could feel the psychologist's words scream through the page. Good God. He's going to kill me. Oh, no wonder David was so prepared. No wonder he was always ahead of me. No wonder his expression had spread such an absolute fear through me that night, Chase Clark and I. He was insane. It's taking this long to figure it out. He designed traps. He knew what made people

and animals tick. He enjoyed inflicting pain on them. Not just that, but watching them suffer. It's like, no shit! We just read this! It took him part set. Like, for one, the author's explaining it to us twice. But also, the, like, the idea that Zander's

just now like, he's not in his right mind. What? Okay, so I'm in danger because I don't know if you guys know this. This guy's crazy. Yeah, the guy who murdered someone as part of a game that he elected to do himself. He's crazy. And not only is that, but he also is like, he like set traps.

And like he's kind of done that before. It's like, just let's just keep reading. Let's just keep reading. Let's just keep. Let's push forward. Isaiah, we have so much more to go through. And I'm so upset. I'm so upset.

I hunger down to my. seat and brought up a word document in my phone where I could take notes. Then I started Googling. You know what I'm talking about. Oh, he's going to explain Google. Oh, God. He's going to explain why you use Google. I don't want

to read anymore. Can we veto this? Can we veto? Can we stop? Absolutely not. Can we veto? No. I think we're at three hours. We're at three hours in our

recording. We have to we are finishing the story, Hunter. You're facing a problem, and so you start searching for anything online that can help you fix your problem. The internet was a wonderful tool for me at this moment. Without it, I'd be dead months ago. I was kicked out of the Walmart for loitering,

but I continued my research in my car. I turned my car on every once in a while to drive around and charge my battery. That night, I learned a lot about hacking. phones, Android, surveillance, police procedure, legal procedure, and all kinds of subjects that related to my situation. I took dutiful notes and outlined areas for further research and learning. During my research, I found a list of apps that could be used for hacking someone's phone. I checked my installed applications and could you guess what I found buried on my phone?

One of those apps. David King had been eavesdropping and tracking me through my phone. I checked my phone. Instead of deleting the app, however, I kept it. It could be useful in the future. I also researched the company David apparently worked for. It was a larger company that served several states providing both long and short distance transport valuable goods. This was good information. If his job was to handle valuable goods, then it could be an easy way to get him fired or even charge if some of it disappeared from his truck. His truck was long gone by then, so I had no current opportunity. During all hours of the night, Hernandez would call me. So would Katie's mom. I ignored them both. That was a big mistake. I'll later learn. When the sun rose, I didn't

feel tired. I felt empowered. Finally, I knew more about my situation enough to be useful. I because I looked up hacking. I knew how to get those hard drives to the police legally, but I need Clark and Hernandez's help. I never got to use that plan, though. Reality caught up with me. David moved too quickly. I was driving to my apartment to see if I could brush my teeth, to take a shower at least before work that day when my phone buzzed. It was Hernandez. I answered it reluctantly, prepared to get an earful

for ignoring him all night. Xander, where are you? Driving to my apartment? You need to come down the police station. Right away. Why? What's up? It's bad. Confused, someone's dead.

Confused, I hung up and turned right, heading towards the police station. I walked in the police station lobby to find Hernandez waiting for me. Did Isaac's body turn up anything? I asked, looking at his worried expression. They're still analyzing it. Some new development has come up.

I gave him a questioning look and then felt cold metal click around my right wrist. I reacted with the two cops who had flanked to me pulled my arms together. The metal clicked around my other wrist handcuffing me. What the hell? The police had gripped one of my arms. I know you're upset about everything that's going on. But what you did went way too far. What the fuck are you talking about?

Renando's held up a bag containing a phone. You used a touchscreen through the bag and navigated the phone's voicemail. The voicemail was joddily and sounded like whoever had the phone was running. When you struck the mic, making it harder to hear in places. But the voice was unmistakable. It was mine. Fuck you, jackass. You were on my credit.

Stole my money. heck my account and stole my shit i'm gonna kill you you think i need motivation to hurt you i'm gonna kill you you son of a bitch you'll burn at hell you'll burn my heart shuddered to a halt i had said those things i literally said those things the night david chased us and pinned me to the table and said every word the bastard had been recording the whole thing now had edited it into a threatening voicemail david king's home burned down last night He said slowly, watching me, gauging me. David and his mother were still inside.

Firefighters found David alive and were able to pull him out, but his mother was already dead. That voicemail was sent to his phone from yours around that time, the firefighters as met the fire started. I lost my breath, my eyes watered, the world closed in. I couldn't speak. Couldn't defend myself. Couldn't explain. Xander Jones, you're under arrest. You son of a bitch. part six aren't you excited hunter yeah aren't you so excited yeah it's times like these hunter i'm so happy that i get to have a podcast with my best buddy i get me and my friend get to record stuff

and have a good time it's insane because you know what i knew that this was good this had to this had to happen at some point because we've been reading absolute gas lately the astronaut one berries in the window yeah you know i mean we've been actually if i look at the I think we've been straight home runs for at least like the past five. Yeah, I mean, we, we've had it. It's been a bit. But of course, all the ones that are good are non-fatty, straight to the point. And of course, this bloated big fat bitch has to be the longest fucking thing that we've read. This might be the longest episode we've had in a long time. This might be our longest of all time. It might be our longest of all time. And I, I sincerely, I sincerely,

and talking to the viewers right now if you have to unsubscribe I completely understand I don't you you all love this I know you people yeah because this is gonna broach four hours I think by the end of it which puts it above stolen tongues

the only one that gives it a run for its money is if you count left right game is one episode part one and two yeah that one I think beats it out but other than that because part two of left right game was five hours so that is crazy I think about

yeah that I if that was all one video that I think it would like at the part one has five million views right now that's absurd um all right part six part six also just we kind of blaze over it but david killed his mom yeah 100% get and say it yeah yeah okay hi everyone thanks again for all your support i'm a jumping from store to store today to prevent tracking so i've written on and off today and replied in many as possible. I was just posting this when I almost ran right into David. Forgive me for hiding before I got my phone back out.

Finish posting. Edit, I guess I was on time after all. Sorry about the incident earlier with Part 5 disappearing. It was my own fault, and the R.Slash, no sleep mods were very helpful in restoring it. I've said to a few of you that I estimate there being one to two more parts until I have caught up to the present day. I believe that after Part 7, we will be fully at the present day. That may change, so don't get mad if it does. I just wanted to let you know what to expect.

I'll jump right in, as usual. I laid in an empty cell trying to catch a small nap since I'd been up all night. My mind was racing, though, and made it hard to sleep. I kept rehearsing what I was going to say when Hernandez finally came to get me. They'd emptied my pockets into evidence bags, took my fingerprints, and one cop was heading out to search my car. I wasn't dumb. I knew the evidence would point the police into three conclusions.

One, that I'd been in David's home recently. After all the data on those flash drives had been updated just the day before, even the ones that didn't have the kidnapping transcription on them. Two, the flash drive containing messages between David and his partner might lead them to believe I had kidnapped Katie. Three, that I'd stolen David's hard drive, as well as confidential medical information. I kept trying to play out the conversation with Hernandez. I hoped it would pan out the same way it was running in my head. I was woken by a slight knock on the bars.

My eyes peaked open to see a man in a suit standing there accompanied by an officer. Hello, sorry to disturb you. I'm Terry Jason, your public defender. May we talk? Yes, of course. I said, setting up, the officer entered and cuffed me. You're both led to the interrogation room where I met Hernandez for the first time. I trust you will shut off the cameras.

He said to the officer. The cop nodded, remove my handcuffs, and close the door. You can call me Terry. Reaching out to shake my hand. We sat down opposite each other with the table between us. I've heard a little bit about your case and a brief overview from the chief. He said, pulling folders from a briefcase. It's, well, it's long.

So I hear. I'm going to have to apologize in advance. It's likely that you'll have to repeat your story many times during these proceedings. To burn this as much as possible, you and I are going to sit down and write your version of the vents down. That way, you can fall back on your statements and ensure that what you say is consistent and accurate. Does it sound good to you? Made sense. I nodded. First,

I have a contract here for you to sign that says you agree to let me represent you in a criminal proceedings. Pushed a paper and pin across the table, skimmed it and signed at the bottom, pulled it back. Would you like me to call you Xander or Mr. Jones? Sander's fine. Okay, Xander. Let's start writing.

Terry set patiently with me while I wrote every detail I could think of. I began with my dare conversation with David and followed all the way up to this point. Start out as a page with scrambled memories and words to jog my memory. Then it slowly formed into a statement that Terry helped me edit into a cohesive fact-based statement. When you were asked about your memories or an event, refer them, refer them to this document. He said, worked for an hour before he spoke again. I have to go to

another appointment, but I've asked that you'd be allowed to continue working in your cell. I scheduled a meeting with the prosecutor and Detective Hernandez tomorrow at noon. Do you think you can have it complete by then? Yeah, I think so. And I did. I spent the the rest of my day writing that statement. I slept sporadically, but I was desperate to complete it before noon the next day. So much had happened, and I had so much to say. I was quite proud of the results. In fact, I was more proud of that statement than this one. That statement had a lot more fresh memories. This one feels a little scatterbrained. My statement was concise and at the point. Maybe it's for the best that this is the one that I posted. Next day at noon, I was back in the

interrogation room. Terry said to my left, Hernandez stood against the wall facing me with his arms crossed. I couldn't read his expression. On the other side of the table, said an older man who had introduced himself as Chief Gunderson. Hernandez's boss. Beside him stood a tall, lanky man with a slicked back hair. He held his hands behind his back, watching me intently.

The tape recorder between us was running. I've been brought up to date on the cases you're involved in. Chief Gunderson said in a gruff voice. I'm interested to hear everything from your perspective considering the recent developments. You arrest me just to hear my side of the story?

No, I arrested you because you were suspected of burning down N. King's house and thereby killing her. Hernandez tells me that you might have felt justified in doing so, considering all the accusations that you've levied against Mr. King. So I'd like to hear what has happened from the beginning and hear your side of the events. Who's he? I'm a prosecutor. Adam Lunderman. Oh. So you'll be able...

So you'll be the one trying to put me in prison. Terry put a warning head on my leg. I'll be trying to establish the truth about what happened. My client has prepared a statement that he intends to wholly rely on. Terry said, pushing copies of the 17 handwritten pages across the table. Chief prosecutor took one. Hernandez stepped forward and grabbed one too. He instantly started reading from his spot in the corner. Try to catch his eye, but he didn't look at me.

I trust we can begin the process of discovery today. I'll need copies of everything as well as a copy of the official indictment. I tuned Terry at and focused on Hernandez. There's something about his demeanor that caught my attention. I couldn't tell what it was. Focused on him for the entire meeting, trying to figure out what my instinct was telling me. I talked over legal details with Terry

and corroborated the process of discovery between the two parties. A couple days later, Terry was sitting with me in the interrogation room again, talking through what he'd learned from discovery. Discovery is when... Oh, yes, we get a PSA. We learn what discovery is in criminal cases, kids.

Oh, my gosh. Discovery is when the two sides of a case share evidence so that there are no surprises when they go to trial. Anything not brought up in discovery is not admissible in court. Before trial, though, would come my arraignment. That's when the formal charges would be laid against me, and I would have to plead either guilty or not guilty. Terry was talking through Discovery with me,

so I would be prepared for what they'd say during the hearing and decide whether I'd plead guilty or not guilty. Here's what I'd learn. After I'd been arrested, the police had searched my car and found the hard drive, flash drives, and psychiatric evaluation. Something else that was curious. A half-empty canister. He had planted a gas can in my car at some point without me knowing. I'd been in my car all night, so either David knew he was going to burn his house down before I went to Walmart, or he planted it in the few minutes I was in the police station.

I told Terry about the gas can being planted and he wrote down some notes. The police had searched through the contents of all flash drives and discovered the conversation between David and his partner. Except, as predicted, they accused me of writing the messages and therefore linked me to a kidnapping. Text file never specified Katie's name, but they claimed Katie's kidnapping was the most likely scenario since I knew about it and was therefore involved. Despite this evidence, however, the prosecution didn't feel that they could convince a jury without more evidence.

So Katie's kidnapping wasn't planned to be laid against me as a formal charge, but they were searching for evidence. They'd also try to open the contents of David's hard drive, but found that it was encrypted, just like I had. They'd sent off to a lab to be analyzed for whatever data could be salvaged. The medical report was classified. Do you remember real quick? Do you remember in Saw, I think it was seven or eight,

when was that detective's name Holloway, the one who turned out to be helping Jigsaw? Yeah, that's going to be Hernandez 100%. That Hernandez, yes, actually, I was going to say David, but Hernandez would be the better fit. he's in David's pocket so he's just going through the evidence locker executing people left and right yeah Hernandez is 100% going to be bad he's gonna yeah he's paid off him doing the little thing of like Hernandez seemed off I don't know why is just like a

clear indicator of like oh yep there you go he's gonna be he's gonna be bad and then and then we're going to get a text like a wall of text being like remember kids you can trust officers but sometimes an officer maybe, but yeah, whatever. The medical report was classified as inadmissible because it pertained to an individual who did not consent to the dissemination of its contents. As a citizen of, oh my gosh, it keeps explaining stuff. As a citizen of the United States,

you can get control over who can look at your medical records. Denying its use in a courtroom is a right in certain situations, including this one. David had decided to exercise that right and deny access. As a result, the prosecutor could only charge me with possession of someone else's medical records without permission. That was a serious crime, apparently. Terry had also been informed that the identity theft case was being combined into the charges against me. The credit card companies had done their own investigations that were filing criminal charges against me for fraud.

Why would they do that? Because a technical investigation to the origin of the registration for the fraudulent cards found that the reporter himself, Sandra Jones, had indeed filled out and completed the registration for us from his own computing device. In other words, they traced the IP address If we had filled out the exchange of forms on the cards online And found that my computer had been the one to sign up Which means that they were accusing me of signing up Spitting all my money and the reporting fraud

Also a major crime The empty of my bank account was also pinned on me Again, they claimed he was trying to commit fraud By following a false claim at the bank The police had finally gotten the security tapes From the convenience store where the ATM was located There were three gangles One camera was above the door, one was above the register

And one was in the far corner of the store opposite the ATM The tape showed a man in a dark hoodie walking into the store the video was grainy as you would expect, but despite that, a large symbol on the back of the hoodie could be recognized. The man in the hoodie walked up to the ATM and pulled something from their pocket. The prosecution claimed it was a cell phone since the timestamp on the camera matched the timestamp with the log into my bank account. The hood figure looked down at it for a few months before typing into the ATM blocking the screen with their body. The money spat out, he grabbed it and walked toward the door. The camera in the opposite corner from the ATM was

able to catch a glimpse in their face. It was grainy, but the prosecution compared it to the picture from my Facebook profile to claim that it was just enough resemblance to have been me. Compared to David's pictures, it could have been him too. I'd argue that. point with the prosecutor pretty fiercely couldn't you uh you i mean you could say all this information in a paragraph so no you could do it in a phrase that those three uh paragraphs could be the ATM camera footage was too grainy so it couldn't be used that's it that's all you need for that yeah but it needs to explain everything to us twice so that it can then have room set up for when it instructs us on how um like you know ATM identity theft work stuff like that so that's why

it's doing all that i feel i this is greater to me the more i imagine it was like commissioned by like a internet safety like commission like a stomped out bullying kind of group it makes it that much more fun when i was done with my outburst the prosecutor told me the investigators had also found a hoodie with the same logo in my apartment and they played their trump card the bank had been logged into from the IP address assigned to my own cell phone during that time period. Guarding the fire, which was the main accusation against me, they had decent evidence. The gas can was one, and the voicemail was another, but there was even, there was even stronger evidence.

When I first arrived at Walmart, I parked near the front doors and view of the cameras hanging off the building. They clearly saw me drive away when I was heading to David's house. When I came back, though, I had parked in the back of the lot, intending to be away from the other cars while I slept. The cameras could barely make out my car parking in the back lot. I was too dark to tell if it was even a vehicle, the prosecutor claimed. So realistically, I had my own testimony to support the fact that I got back to Walmart at around 6 p.m.

I should add that it took about 50 minutes to get to David's house from the Walmart, just so you can understand the time frame. Fire crews had received a call at 604 that David's home was on fire. They had raced over immediately and found the house burning brightly. David had been found trying to lift his mother up from the ground in her bedroom. They'd brought them both out, and it was discovered that Miss. Kay was already dead from suffocation. David had been rushed to the hospital with a few minor burns,

smoke inhalation. He had yet to explain his version of events to police. Firefighters had followed a report stating that the fire heaven started from the middle of the living room where a puddle of gasoline had ignited. The flames had spread through the house, traces of gasoline profound in various rooms, making them believe that the suspect, me, went from room to room

and splashed gasoline around, just like in the movies. The random side comments are so funny. Just like in the movies. and it also concluded that the fire had been started sometime before it was called in because of how much damage had already occurred by the time they arrived. I know that David had set an alert on his phone that was linked to the app that he installed on my phone. When the GPS read that I was at the house, an alert would be sent to his phone as a text message. I could only guess that he jumped in his car, left work, spent all the way home.

That's why I think the time was close. I'm telling you all this detail. I'm telling you all this details so you can see just how hopeless I felt while I said a jail. I was there for two whole weeks when it was the same accusations that it's over and over. I really started to just give up during the first few days. I don't think you have to give all the detail, though. I think, like, I think in these, like, in these briefs, in these briefs, the reason I want to say this, too, is like, you can, you can just be like every, every time I tried

to, I don't know, rebuttal something, they brought up other fabricated pieces of evidence against me or like, you know, evidence is being fabricated and it felt like, it felt hopeless. I feel like you can just you could just say that and I'm going to believe it because you the author are telling you said it. Yeah. Because the omniscient person in the story, the one writing it said it cannot be fixed. So therefore it cannot be fixed. And also like the rule of thumb with writing is if you're bored, assume your audience is bored as well. Right. And I do not know who's writing all of these details like, wow, this is riveting, you know. Could just be also that maybe this is like one of those older. stories that was so captivating because it's so old that this was one that was like it just goes into such details that maybe like other stories at the time didn't you know it was written nine years ago so 2016 so uh no how old's boroska i think it's older i'm pretty sure uh 10 years ago yeah so so yeah no i i have no idea why people liked this aside from like the reason I like it. I don't know why people legitimately liked

it, but during the first few days, I asked Terry about how he could prove that it was David specifically who had committed these crimes. He frowned and told me I should be more concerned about being proven innocent period, not on pleading it to another man. By the end of two weeks, I was ready to just plead guilty rather than fight. Plead guilty to murder. To murdering someone in a fire. The arraignment went poorly. No charges were thrown out that had been placed against me. I would list all the crimes I was charged with, but I don't remember there. exact phrases and I'll know I'll get it wrong. Well, hasn't stopped you before.

You get the general idea, though, that it was over. Bail had been set at $5,000. $5,000 for burning someone to death. Bail gets set at $5,000 for like DUIs. Yeah. What? Whatever. Okay.

Which essentially guaranteed I'll be stuck in jail for a while. I'd already contacted my parents out of desperation. They would try to raise money for family members and friends, but couldn't pay immediately. Okay. After three weeks, I was very depressed and not eating much. They tried to cheer me. Also, you burned someone to death and you have all this stalking and planning and they're willing to give you a bail, especially a bail that low. What? Okay, whatever. I already contacted my parents out of desperation, blah, blah. After three weeks, I was very depressed and not eating much. Terry tried to cheer me up by showing me parts of arguments he was preparing, but nothing could cheer me. I thought about Katie a lot, Clark and Ivan, and I missed my parents. You know, Katie, the woman who's been kidnapped this whole time. I also miss Clark's

first hearing in the graffiti case, so I had no idea how that was going, which made me feel guilty that I couldn't support him. During the time I was at jail, Hernandez only came to visit me once. It was during the third week. I jumped off by bed and ran to the bars. Hernandez,

please tell me you've come to give me good news. No. You're being transferred to county jail. Your trial will be happening there. Why? Just how it works. Do you find anything on Isaac? I've been clinging to the hope that Isaac's body would turn up evidence against David.

I just wanted to nail him for that one crime. Just one. I wanted it so bad that my hands would shake when I thought about it. I'm not allowed to talk about that. Anyway, I came to tell you that you'll be moved in three days. Hernandez. I thought you believed me. I do.

I tell you burned David's house down. Now I'm not sure who the psychopath really is. I didn't do it. It's also funny to imagine that Hernandez believes everything about like David manipulating his life for years and doesn't believe that he would frame an arson case on him. Yeah, no, he's insane, but I don't, you were crazy too. I'm Hernandez. I'm standing to this world for you.

I'm Hernandez. This is my character. Exit scene. Three days later, as Hernandez had said, that came to move me. After dinner, I was kept and let out the doors to the police cruiser. that would drive me up to the county jail two hours away the two hours away to county my word how big is the county no shit the two officers who drove were polite to me but instantly cranked up the radio when we got on the road i could barely hear myself think and was starting to get frustrated

i'd always hated car trips without my own music and now i was stuck in a two-hour ride with my hands cuff behind my back and a radio blasting music i didn't like yeah that's your problem we were about an hour in and i was ready to scream stared out the window trying to find something interesting to watch and focus my mind on. We were on a two-lane highway with no other cars in sight. It was getting late, so looking back, I figured people were home for the night, and that's why it was so dead. My view of a nice lake was suddenly

obstructed by a big, gray truck. I tried to find something else to look at, but then noticed it was getting dangerous to close to our, like, please tell me that they're going to stage a heist to, like, that David's like ramming the police cruiser. But then noticed it was getting dangerous to close to our lane. I looked up and saw

that it was an armored truck, and it had the same logo as the company David worked for the panic was instantaneous something gripped my lungs and kept me from vocalizing the truck slowly neared the side of the police cruiser before pressing against it the cop shouted the cop who was driving slammed on his brakes and the other cop dropped the radio he was reaching for the cruiser did slow down fast enough however the truck nudged it off the road i brace for impact as we rolled down the grassy slope and slammed into a tree my seatbelt had held me in place but my head ached when i ramed against the driver's headrest.

The two cops were unconscious line at awkward angles. Neither of them had their seatbelts. I started yanking at the handcuffs trying to reach my seatbelt to do it. I reached red butt, the red button and impressed it. When I turned back around to wriggle out of the loose seatbelt, I saw David King walking down the slope towards the car. Also,

I just want to say, you're saying David King, but just because there's the, you won't say the fucking, but the amount of times he has said, every single time, every time. Every time he says,

I saw David, fucking king walk like god dude oh shit oh shit oh fuck i cursed turning to reach the door handle with my cuffed hands no such luck the doors were locked from the outside to prevent prisoners from opening the doors on their own see look at that look at that in the middle of this moment it can't just be the door was locked it's the doors were locked from the outside to prevent prisoners from

opening doors on their own like thank you but that's really what was on my mind I also feel like that's pretty obvious in a cop cruiser. It's ridiculous level. Okay. David got closer and closer until he was right outside the car. He shot a smirk at me. You clearly don't own an air fryer. I'm looking at the drawing too while you're reading this part.

That's pretty accurate. This does play out almost to the degree as one of your comedic three-minute cartoons, like the level of absurdity. This guy goes to. That is one of the most insulting things you ever said. me. Yeah, because, no, no, your whole thing is taking like normal situations and making them like insanely over the top.

But this guy is doing that and making it serious. Tell me I'm wrong. All right. Okay, I didn't mean to hurt your feelings. I love your part too. All right. No, don't do that. Don't give me the all right.

I love your work. You're a great artist. You shot a smirk at me and opened my door. I tried to back away, but he grabbed my arm and tossed me out of the car. I felt at the dirt with a gas. I set up a little and saw that he turned his attention back to the police car. I saw one of the cops beginning to stir. David opened the driver's door and pulled something small from his pocket.

With a quick motion, he stabbed the cop in the neck, blood spurted out, and the cops started screaming and gurgling, grabbing for his neck. I think I screamed too, but I can't remember. You know what? Sure. Why not? He closed the door and walked around the other side. I could see the other cop was movie, but I couldn't tell what he was doing.

Apparently he's reaching for his radio because David yanked it out of his hand and set it on the car's roof and he stabbed that cop too both of them were unconscious in seconds go get up he threatened walking towards me i didn't bother trying he walked over to where i said and went behind me i tried to face him but he kicked me lightly he knelt down and i felt him scratching the metal on my handcuffs i was confused but said absolutely still nice to see you again zander can you do it in the green goblin voice for me nice to see you again zander thank you he said walking to stand in front of me I watched him with true fear His entire demeanor was different

From the night he graffeted his house He was changing When I didn't answer he laughed He was twisting the small object In his gloved hands I noticed through the blood That it was a crudely crafted ship About the length and width of a finger

I told you I'm not going to kill you Xander In fact for once I'm here to help you out Sort of What does that mean remember the night you graffitied my house I nodded

I told you I'd consider giving you advice on how to succeed in our game well the time has come I'm giving you more than advice see you're no jail you're no fun in jail I've seen the evidence they have on you you're going away for a long time

I don't want that so I'm granted you a second chance to keep playing He walked behind me again, and I felt sticky blood on my fingers in hand as he pressed a small shave against my hand. Now, here's how this works. I'm going to leave this knife with your fingerprints on in the car. You don't think you stabbed the cops and made a run for it. I'm going to remove your handcuffs and let you make a run for it.

You have a 30-minute head start before I call in on the radio. Oh, God, he has a knife! He stabbed the driver, and he's... David cut off mimicking the call he'd make goosebumps ran up my spine I'll be sitting here and waiting if you attempt to come back I'll just take you I'll just take you away in my car and we'll play a different game you understand I nodded too terrified to speak get up he commanded I struggled to my feet rolling in the dirt to get up my knees and stand come here he said moving towards

the police car I followed he opened the police door and put his hands against the officer's neck. I flinched when he flicked blood at me, splattered across my jail suit and face. Almost threw up. There we go. Emotion for me to turn around and I did. He pulled the handcuff keys off the dead cop and unlocked the cuffs. I rubbed my wrist.

They were sore and marked from the crash. I consider trying to get the shift from him an attack with the idea of going with him in his car to play other games. Terrify me. David had set a backpack next to the car and now set it in my hands. Hernandez says hello.

I paid him a lot of money to get him to let me track this car. He demanded that I give you half, of course. I'm not that generous, so here's 2000. A change of clothes, new shoes, and a map. Nearest towns 10 miles west. Better hurry. Remember, at 30 minutes, I'm calling it in. My jaw shock as I put the backpack on and started heading towards the setting sun.

The forest looked dark and menacing. I looked back when I was partway through the trees And there he was Leaning against the car Drinking from the coffee container One of the cops had brought with Shuddering and shock And absolutely terrified

I walked it on into the woods End of Part 6 Part 7 Okay Okay just What does that mean Hernandez charged a lot of money But said you have to give it to him too

Like I'll let you kill these police officers But cut the kids some money You know throw some money his way When you frame him for murdering two cops I guess it means anybody can be bought I it's just like just like what is what is Hernandez's character that he's like we'll give the kids some money before you murder the two officers

there's no such thing his character he's just having a crazy time he's he's like oh I'm gonna hit a cop car with a armored truck and then frame you for stabbing them to death yeah exactly how how are you gonna explain the giant dent and the side of the fucking with like paint probably

left over from the armor truck. It's like, okay, well, I didn't do that. Yeah. I was handcuffed in the back seat. How would I, how did I even get the shiv? How would I stab them with my hands on the way? He's Magneto. And if you don't do it, just play a different game, I guess.

Oh my gosh. And then he's like leaving his evidence by drinking the cop's coffee just to look especially evil. Top comment on the part six is this is literally the best series I've ever read no sleep. My favorite part is that it doesn't rely on the paranormal to be scary. It's just so creepy by itself. Where did they make these people? Like, don't show who left that comment, but what kind of person is like, ooh, so creepy? Like, what? Well, you know what? Now that I say that I assume a child. I assume someone who's young. So that's fine. But otherwise, oh my gosh. Okay.

All right. Part seven. hi everyone sorry i haven't replied to nearly as many comments as in part six i've been busy extremely busy so much to do today to prepare get back to where we left off honestly don't remember most of the night after the car crash i only have a glimpse of memories and i won't try to coherently express them here i got my bearings back after i'd slept off the shock my higher functions kicked back into gear after i got into a grocery store and bought a small amount of food the amount of hunger that shock can induce is extreme i'd rifle through the backpack and found exactly what David had said. Shoes, a pair of clothes, $2,000 in cash at hundreds of 20s,

and a road Atlas booklet. I still have the Atlas and use it when I'm moving on. Once I had food, water, and an inventory of my belongings, so I could start to plan and work. I dumped my jail clothes in a dumpster, paid for a haircut to try and alter my appearance. Yes, I washed the blood off my face and hair before going in. When I looked in the mirror afterwards, I still recognized myself, so I paid the hairdresser to dye my hair too. I know there are self-dying kits that cost way less, but I know where to do it. I knew I couldn't stay in this town because David would know exactly where to find me. I had no idea how long this truce would last, so I had no intention of staying here one more night.

I bought a bus ticket to an adjacent state and arrived only a few hours later. The town I chose was larger than the one I had come from. This was intentional so I could have anonymity and a better selection of services for the homeless. This town had a soup kitchen that I could use to cut down on cost as well as a homeless shelter. I knew I couldn't live long and the already dwindling $2,000 so I started going to the library and searching online for odd jobs.

I had to find something that wouldn't run a background check if at all possible because of the manhunt that was probably going on for me. I saw nothing about it in the news yet, but it had only been a day. After a week of searching,

I found a job at a CD telemarketing place that paid cash under the table. You'd be surprised how many of these there are. I hated the work, but it was out of the sun and making some money. Before I found a rundown, half empty apartment complex living and pay weekly. I slept in the homeless shelter. I could have just stayed there and saved a lot of money, sure, but I hated going there and avoided it as long as

possible when nighttime came. The money I spent on the apartment as well was worth it. I had some semblance of a life set up and now I could get the real work done. I'd gone to the mall and bought the cheapest prepaid Android phone. Uh, okay. Android phone that had signed up for a monthly subscription that gave me unlimited data as well as text and calls. I need to find a store that would pay cash off up every month, but it wasn't an expensive plan and I needed internet when the library was closed. During the days, I'd spent my time in the library with a cheap notebook I'd bought doing more research similar to what I'd done in the Walmart parking lot. I also spent a lot of time working out and trying to get stronger. Oh, before I had the apartment, I'd paid for

a gym membership and showered there instead of at the homeless shelter. I decided to keep the membership, use their machines to get a more effective workout. Just working out in the midst and this is so funny, like that matters. The plan at the time had been to stay alive and away from David and the cops. I stayed inside the day. I stayed inside the day the news broke of my escape in the other state. The police finally admitted to needing help and find to me and went public for a request for information.

The list off the crimes I was accused of as well as a request to question me in regards to two dead policemen. I wrote down every detail of the investigation, though none of it proved useful other than a background knowledge. I kept up with the sporadic news releases so I could stay far as have the cops as possible. For the next six months, I stayed in the city.

During that time, I learned a lot. Living on a tiny budget, home repairs when the landlord wouldn't fix something, hiding when you suspect you're being followed, and navigating the streets at night all became second nature to me.

Also continue to study computers and networks. I am by no means any kind of licensed professional. I learned by deciding why I wanted to know how to do and they're practicing over and over. One day I was at the library when the news was published about me. David fucking King was suspect of murdering the two cops. I was ecstatic. I couldn't believe by luck.

David King had finally made a mistake that it cost him. You know, using his own truck to ram a cop car. The new story did not specify why the police suspected him, but I didn't care. Also, if he has a shiv and he's stabbing them in the neck,

like I feel like your DNA is going to get I mean, he drank from the coffee cup. Like, it's everywhere. It's all over the place. And 30 minutes is forever to hang out at a homicide scene. Long time. Yeah.

Yeah. Roll of thumb, like military, like when you're clearing through an area is 90 seconds. Don't say in an area where you just shot people 90 seconds because reinforcements will be there. That is in a war zone. 30 minutes like in civilian world is like an eternity. My word. David was going to get what he deserved. A month passed was still no news on whether David had been captured or not.

I found myself tempted to call Detective Fernandez and ask what he knew, but I didn't. Why? Why would you? He was bought out. Why would you be tempted? You know what I mean? Am I fucking. Am I going insane? Did the guy not get bought out? Maybe.

But David was mine and Hernandez is actually a good guy. If I talk to him and tell him how I feel, I don't know. I honestly have no idea why he would even say that. The next thing is as well too. I learned a lot of self-control and risk assessment during those seven months. Risk analysis was built in my daily decisions. What are you talking about? Just don't contact the guy who sold you out.

Where do you? Okay. After checking for news on day. David for the third time in a week, I decided that I would no longer be a bystander waiting for David to be caught. I decided to begin actively hunting David. Since I knew he was good with computers, the internet was the best place to begin looking for traces of him. I searched hundreds of forums scoring for a list of keywords that I thought David would either post for or look for. I want to include that list here. In only a couple weeks, I found one of his online

accounts on Stack Exchange. I took notes of everything he commented as well as his account activity. Fortunately, he had kept the same account for several years. Granted, it was under pseudonym, but he kept it. He still uses it today, actually. I just checked. He was logged it several hours ago when I wrote this. Once I found one account, uh, it held clues to many others. He slipped out information accidentally that I could use to locate his other accounts, posts like I've asked this question on this forum and got no response. Now I'm asking it here with link to accounts reveal you another gold-minded data for my study. I spent weeks gathering pseudonyms, post records, and IP addresses he used. Anything I could find with the tools I had available.

Some pseudonyms he had used more than once and others he created his throwaway names. The research gave me a valuable insight into the way David thinks talks and acts. I got to know him on a level I can never have hoped to understand him just from being his friend in high school. It made my hate for him grow not diminish. I didn't only check the regular web either. Some people claim that Deep Web is a terrifying place where you get killed at every turn. But if it isn't, you don't act stupid. I installed Tor.

It isn't if you don't act stupid. I installed Tor began doing the same data mining in the Deep Web. The results were fantastic. I found catalogs worth of information. I was able to identify a lot of his false identities online and then map them to make fake social media pages he had created for them that he might need a cover up and all this came because he insisted on using the same username

over and over again. Why did he do that? Because he wanted people to know who he was when they interacted and respect him. Weakness. Well, isn't he also just like, he's probably just leaving breadcrumbs because he wants the guy to fuck with him. I'd imagine. Yeah. One day, just for the hell of it, I sent him a message

as myself to one of his accounts. Why would you do that? I made my email address of his all purpose. He'd need it. Spam mail started instantly after that. The response was so childish and brashed out of smiling that whole day. I knew that I could get to him. I also tried calling the Psychological Institute where David's record to be. If I was lucky, I could get my hands on another copy of his evaluation, studied it with my new eyes.

There was no such luck, however. David had called them and had told them to send copies to anyone because he was the current victim of fraud. How ironic. I was able to use his accounts that were used to track down his location, sometimes used to VPN and sometimes he didn't. recently last week he moved to a nearby city he seemed to be following his own instruction to his partner to move around a couple of days he was jumping from city to city but not crossing the entire country every time he moved he was making a snake like trail through the country went over to his town he'd moved to and walked down the streets for hours hoping

to get a glimpse of him it was just my luck that he walked out of a grocery store just as I was walking in he didn't notice me but i followed him back to where he was staying for a couple of days at least i knew where he was next few days were spent in surveillance watched him day and night following him everywhere saw no signs of katie being with him though, which made sense. His partner only came to visit once. He stayed for only 10 minutes before leaving in a car. I hadn't seen him arrive in.

Blew my only opportunity to follow him since I had no car my own. Also, I just want to say to Katie has been gone for how many months now? At least three, I think. Okay. I think. So they're just housing her. She's like in an Airbnb. Yeah, yeah.

But still like she's a missing. She's a missing person though, is what I mean. Yeah, yeah. There is a massive manhunt for her. There should be. And there's also apparently a manhump for anybody still can sleuth around and stuff like that. And this is coming from the guy who was such an expert survivalist that the first thing he did was got a job and a gym membership, two places that require ID and cameras and stuff like that. So, yeah, brilliant.

Yeah, when David moved on, I followed him. I slept on the streets again. I'm willing to let him leave my sight. I followed him around and learned so much about it from this routine and habits. I learned so much about my enemy and my nemesis that I was finally ready to confront him for the last time. And now everyone we come to the crux of the story.

This is the focal point that this entire series has led up to. Hello, David King. Yes. Oh man. I know you're reading this. I see you check it during your morning coffee routine at Starbucks. It took you

a few days to find it, but I knew If I told the story through to the end and gained enough popularity, you'd find it. The more people who became interested, the more likely you were to see it. And now here you are. I'm sitting here watching you see your face when you read this part.

This has been the buildup of the entire series. I wrote all of this for this one moment. You've read every comment. I've seen you scrolling through them at opening sub-comments to see what they say. You're very invested in what everyone has to say. And the one thing you can conclude from the comments is this. Everyone here hates you.

Every last one. Hundreds of people now hate you. Many of them have offered time, talent, and cunning towards your complete destruction. I have refused their help until now. I want Katie back. All my stalking hasn't told me what really matters, where she is. So I'm using this thread to get to you. Either you give Katie back or I release everything about you to all these people who hate you.

I know aliases, addresses, phone numbers, comments admitting to illegal activity, social security numbers, driver's license, passports, online account names, everything. The police will have it all too. I've been tracking you for so long, David. The first few lines of every post where I said, for example, that you almost found me, they were lies. I've been watching from afar during the entire publication of these posts. Right now as I'm about to press a bit, you just bought a sandwich at Jimmy Johns, the meatball son. It's currently Saturday, July 2nd, 7.32 p.m. There's your proof that I'm nearby. Convinced Jet, bring Katie to Wells Park at 10 p.m. tonight and leave your partner behind. If you don't show, I'll release all the information I have. Dedicate the rest of my life to updating that information and releasing it to anyone here who wants to do something about it. I've set up a time release of that information. It will be automatically posted via private message to everyone who ever commented on these threads.

and they will spread it even further. The time release will occur at 3 a.m. tonight unless I'm there to stop it. You need two people to stop it, each one with their own password. No, I won't tell you who the other person is. For everyone else here on the thread, I will have another post up in at least 48 hours.

I'm giving myself a time buffer to respond in case David tries anything stupid. If I don't write an update and the information has been released, you'll know what happened. You all have asked what you can do to help me, If you receive the information, do what you need to. See you soon.

David. Dun, dun dun dun dun dun dun dun dun dun dun dun. All right, this is the last part. I'm grinning ear to ear right now. I'm so excited last part. Let's see how this ends. Did David follow through?

Was he spooked into doing it? Wind again? Let's see. All right. Oh, man. This is so... This is it, though. This is it, man.

Is it? This is it! You know what, brother? Cheers. Cheers, buddy. I have my... I have a diet or I have a sugar-free Baja blast here. So, cheers.

Cheers, budding. Cheers. Brother, we made it. We made it here together. It's always me and you. All right. Well, I'm back. Hi, everyone, I'm alive.

I, well, I'll just start telling you what happened. I'm starting to shake as I even think about writing everything down, but I have to finish this. After I posted my last update, it was go time. I've been preparing for this event for so long that it was hard to believe that I had just hit submit. I couldn't go through and comment to everyone that part seven was up. Sorry, I had to see David's reaction.

I put my phone in my pocket and watch David from across the street. He was eating dinner, just like I said in my post. His phone clearly went off because he perked up his head and grabbed his phone from the table. I'd seen his phone go off whenever I posted before, so I knew he had said an alert. I watched his eyes scan the post with interest.

Then his eyes slowly widened. I knew when he reached my favorite part because his gaze shot up and looked around the restaurant. He wrapped up his sandwich, quickly walked out of the restaurant. His eyes scanning the street while still glancing at his phone to keep reading. It was a very satisfying scene.

It makes me smile just thinking about it. it. I didn't follow him home. Instead, I waited for the inevitable email. Do you want to know why David was so scared of my information release? He was scared because the internet was his safe haven. He was powerful there. We had our dare conversation, and for so long after that, I was the computer illiterate one, and he ruled that domain. And now I had managed to track him in his safe place. Before, I had been weak and an easy target for his games. Now that I had seriously fought back and threatened him, he was worried. The email came while I could see him walking away.

Hello, Xander. Bravo, but I'm not going to meet you in public. To be honest, I posted Wells Park online because I figured he would want to change the location if it was a public place, and I didn't want to release the real address online. I didn't want anyone crashing the party, getting hurt. Sorry for lying.

I'll be apologizing for lying a lot by the end of this post. I told him that I'd email him the new address 15 minutes before it was time to meet. He didn't respond. I didn't want him to have the address too early and show up to set any traps. He really should have countered with the location of his own, but he didn't. I stood up. Time to go to the warehouse and wait.

The location I had chosen used to be a warehouse of some kind. I didn't care what it had been used for, only that it was abandoned and unguarded. If David tried anything stupid, which I thought he was going to, I didn't want any more innocent bystanders in the way. I took an Uber to a suburban area a few blocks away When the Uber left I walked to the warehouse When I arrived I was already It was already almost 9pm

Not completely dark yet but getting there Walked around the perimeter of the warehouse Looking for any sign that David had beaten me here There was any sign that I could see I approached a side door and pulled a key out of my pocket Unlocked the chains from the door handed and stored them Just inside the door as I entered The soundscape changed from an ambient evening

in the city, an abid evening in the city to a tube. Wait, he just owns a warehouse. That or maybe it's just like an abandoned one. That's where he wanted to eat or something. I don't know. But he has the key, so I don't fucking know. Whatever. It's too late at this point. The factory had a single floor that was one big

open space. High above it, catwalks ran along the rafters all leading from the warehouse manager's office, which was a metal cube suspended at one end of the warehouse. I would pay a lot of money if he like the lights come on and David has Katie suspended over a vat of acid. i was going to pitch something to you of the only way the story gets redeemed to be the coolest

story ever is uh these two clearly um unwell unwell people have a lightsaber duel in the in the warehouse. And it does like ching, ching, ching, ching, yeah.

He does, I guess it's kind of this Xander. And he like throws out the, he does like the, like to the, like almost like the baton lightsabers you could buy at Walmart,

like the plastic ones. Yep. You throw them out. He just, and turns on the light. And like a really crappy. Yeah. A really crappy rendition

of dual of the fate starts playing. Exactly. Like we do that we so down, I'll be so down. Or the other alternative is this all turns out to be the Joker origin story, the killing joke, where like he kicks him into a bad of acid and he comes out and he's the Joker and like the city water supply. Yeah, I forgot to tell you the city I was in was Gotham City. Gotham. Yeah, I've made my way to Gotham. That'd be really cool.

All right. So it's literally like the warehouse industrial ending of like a superhero comic. Yeah. Shelf scaffolding that had been abandoned broke up the empty space. Crates and pallets were strewn across here and there making hiding places. I'd previously come and strategically arraigned them in case it came down to a firefight. What? Do you have a gun? I would assume. If not, then he's just going to be. You give me tons of information before this, but then it's just like, by the way, I'm not going to tell you I have a gun. That was my little surprise.

That's also when I had put chains on every door. There were four entrances into the warehouse, not including the windows near the ceiling. I had chained them all except the one I entered through. That was my funnel. If you've ever gone hunting for live game, you know what I'm talking about. Okay. You don't have to go hunting for live game to know what a funnel is. No, if you've ever, if you've ever hunted it.

elephant, you know what I'm talking about. You have to an elephant to understand the concept of locking every door except the one you want people to enter through. There was nothing left to do, but wait now. I said to it's funny to imagine that like our authors equally as insane. Like they're both just like completely inept people. Yeah. There was nothing left to do, but wait now. I sent him the address at 945. Rattling of the front door alerted me that he was here. He was a half hour late, which was an attempt to unnerve me. The door jolted repeatedly, but the chains held it shut.

It was dark now. The only light streamed in the windows from industrial style street lights outside. How am I supposed to beat you if you won't let me in? The hair on the back of my neck rose despite all my preparations. It was time. This is literally like, this is literally like

air soft fatty and his friend. Yo, that's actually a really good dude. That's like a perfect one for one of like how seriously they're taking this. Yes, exactly. And this is like the level of circumstance that would call for seriousness, but what if they just made all that out?

David, I told you not to go full force. Yeah, yeah, literally. Dude, oh man, this is awesome. I, he opens up and he's like, the door opens and David's floating on a glider. David tried all three doors. He skipped over the only one that was unlocked until he absolutely had to. He knew what a funnel was, but he had no, he also must have hunted life game.

He knew what the funnel was, but he had no choice. The windows were too high and resulted in a very high fall once he got in. The side door silently opened in, in walked, David fucking King. I stayed where I was behind and what a great stack with pallets. If he came in shooting, I didn't want to be an easy target. Slow clapping. Oh, God! Yes! Oh my gosh!

oh this is so great slow clapping filthy echoing room dude this entire story is like an alien watched airsoft fatty youtube videos and then wrote like a crime novel well done david chanted i feared through the pallets to see the doors shut behind david he was alone where is she wait can you say that like batman like the where's rachel where is she heard. I'm so very impressed with you, Xander. Completely unexpected. He pulled his phone out of his pocket, lighting up the wall behind him. He began to read.

Fuck you, David. Hashtag, fuck David King, Zander. You brilliant bastard. Go get your girl. We're coming for you, David. Thousands of these. Almost all saying the same thing. How does it feel that have people.

rooting for you. You feel better equipped to fight me now? Where is she? I got a I got pushed my chair out of the way we're I'm half standing for this. This is too good.

This is art. Oh my gosh. All right. Literally. clapping into the room. Well done. Oh my gosh. It'd be so funny if it was like David stepped in on a landmine and exploded the end. David knocked on the door behind him and it opened. Literally mob, bum, bomb. David knocked on the door behind him and it opened. In shuffled Katie. Her face was red and shimmering with tears.

Duck tape had been wrapped around her entire head several times covering her mouth. Her wrist had been similarly wrapped. A band of tape also tied her ankles together, but had enough slack that she could take small steps. A thick arm was wrapped around her neck as a tall, blonde man with extremely curly hair guided her into the room. I said to leave your partner behind. If you didn't, if you don't want him here, then come kill him. I didn't respond. Damn it. God fucking damn it. So, Zander, how would you like to proceed. You're running the show here.

David called looking around the way of us. Send Katie forward and leave. Sorry. I don't have a guarantee that you won't release other information anyway. Come on out here and we'll discuss my terms. Like hell I am.

David looked to his partner and his partner uses his free arm to punch Katie in the side. She cried out. Boom. She cried out This is literally like If this was in an anime or like a Batman comic It would be too cheesy

Right, like the level She cried out as best she could Through the duct tape and faltered But the blonde man held her up by her neck We can do this all night Oh god I stood up My hiding place was off to David's left

So I walked in a semi-circle until I was directly in David's line of sight. Come closer. I stepped forward till we were a couple yards apart. Look how you've changed. Your hair looks good. You should always die darker. So stoic now. Confident.

Being on the run has changed you. I guess all we had to do was increase the minimum required effort was go on the run, huh? I fucking. I hate my life. I hate my fucking life. I hate my fucking life! I hate my life! Then maybe we could have avoided this whole mess.

Oh, yeah. Then again, it's all been so fun. Let's get this over with. So hostile. What's your first term? He leaves. Okay. David shrugged.

Before I could process what was happening. Bro, this story keeps getting better This is the best thing I've ever read on the podcast David shrugged Before I could process what was happening He pulled a handgun from his pocket And shot the blonde man in the head It is beyond the realm of it

It is like Saturday morning cartoons on steroids He collapsed, dragging Katie with him Katie gave a muffled shriek and untangled herself from his body dragging herself backwards along the floor she backed into the wall and stayed their eyes wide David looked down at the body before slowly

turning his head to me my turn it finally hit me how in over my head I was I might understand David King but I could never ever match his sickness it occurred that I could die that night despite David's rules

show me the data that's my first term I want to know exactly what you're going to release so I know if it's worth my only bargaining chip I tried to hide my shaking hands as I pulled my phone out

I went into my email drafts on a throwaway account where I had saved a copy and emailed it to him I sent it to you David smiled reassuringly fast as a lizard he spun around and snatched Katie off the floor

she screamed as he stowed she screamed as he stood her up and held her in front of him. I pulled my... He has a gun! He has a gun! I pulled my Ruger SR-45 handgun out of the concealed carry holster

I'd worn and tried to get a clear shot. He was too fast and he had caught me by surprise, so she was in front of him before I'd even lined him up in the site. So, you got a gun after all. Didn't see that part in your post? Relax. I'm just making... You sure I can read in peace?

He held the gun to her... He held the gun to her head with one hand while opening his phone with the other. My mind raced trying to figure out the next steps. David had waltz into a hostage negotiation that I had arranged myself and took over. He took his time reading through the data dump. His expression changed between surprise and a

smirk repeatedly. Well now. He said, putting his phone away and slipping his now free arm around Katie's neck. I had no idea. I was so careless. Katie gasped as he suddenly gripped her neck tighter and pressed the muzzle against her tiple. Let's move somewhere. Smaller.

He said, looking up at the manager's box. I don't want you running away when the going gets tough. you first, Zan Sand. He said, nodding his towards the stairs to his right. The door he had entered from had a set of grated stairs off to the right that led up to the manager's box.

They went up toward the back wall, then turned to the left straight into the side of the manager's box. Another set of stairs should have been on the other side, mirroring these, but they had been disassembled and laying a heap. I kept my face to David as I walked towards the stairs.

I kept my gun pointed in his direction, and he kept his muzzle against Katie's head. Katie was sobbing and watching me. When I reached the stairs, I slowly backed up them. David followed once I was halfway up. At the top of the stairs, the door to the office stood. To the left, a grated walkway led over the floor, spreading into catwalks that sprawled the entire place.

Open the metal door to the office and backed in. The only furniture in the room were too heavy, wood tables. The rest of the office was bare. A thin slit of a window overlooked the warehouse floor. David pushed Katie into the room with his arm still around her neck and shut the door behind him. I followed him with my gun standing against the opposite wall where the second door leading into the office was. The office was big enough that we were still a few yards away from each other.

Now, I don't have to worry about you running off into the dark warehouse. As fun as high to seek sounds, I don't have the time. You know, when I found your posts, I thought I stumbled across some sort of therapy story that you were putting up. It was so much better. you really have surprised me you've grown and changed and tried to beat me

but you haven't changed enough I can see in your face and your trembling hands you are still you Zander you've changed your exterior but inside you have the same motivations and weaknesses he tidied his grip on Katie again

I know your next term is for me to let Katie go so I'm going to skip your turn and I know you would prefer that she would remain in my custody rather than getting shot. So I suggest you put your gun down. I stood my ground. I wanted to take a shot, but didn't want to risk him being faster than me. I was confident in my aim, but not my speed.

Put it down. In an instant, the gun had left her temple, fired a shot into the floor and returned to her head. She sobbed and the heat of the barrel and her skin must have hurt. I'm not fucking around, Zander! Slowly, I set the gun on the floor and killed. kicked it in his direction. Good choice. Have you realized while you're here yet?

My face answered him. What did I even mean? Of course I did. You think you're here to save Katie, but you aren't. She's been gone for a year now. And you've only built up memories of her. The Katie you knew is dead. But not even that Katie is the reason you're right,

you're here right now. No. You gave up on a happily ever after. with Katie long ago. This isn't a hero's quest to save the princess. This is a revenge assault on the dragon. Woo!

I tied in my jaw. I refused to admit he was right. This isn't about saving her. This is about outsmarting me. Keeping Katie safe and sound is just result. So, in that sense, you and I are the same now. It's about outsmarting.

the other one. You outsmarted one simply living life and progressed to defending yourself. Then to protecting your loved ones. And now you've arrived where you wanted to be

all long. Trying to ruin me. It took you a couple of years, but you made it. And at least most of the way. Even if Katie isn't the true reason you're here.

She's still a weakness. And I'm going to guess that other people in your life are the same way. You still have weaknesses that tie you down. I've learned how to get rid of mine. Like your own mother? She was liability.

It wasn't personal. You're a sick fuck! The door behind, David, slightly opened. I'd oiled those hinges for hours, making sure they made absolutely no noise. I'm about to get a lot sicker He started to pull the trigger When he was tackled from behind

Katie tumbled out of his grasp As he tried to use both arms to catch himself His gun went off but the shot hit the wall Katie rolled away from David's reach David started to get up But the assailant was on their feet faster David on his hands and knees Looked up at the attacker

Remember me bitch Clark cheered and then punched in a downward arc into the side of David's head. David dropped to the floor, but he was still conscious. He grabbed Clark's legs and tore him to the ground. I raced forward and pulled Katie out of the scuffle. I dragged her out of the door before getting her to her feet and cutting the tape of her hands with my pocket knife.

This was a time to get the layers off her head. She was wide-eyed. Run! Go outside the cops will be here soon! I turned back inside to go help Clark. Not a romantic reunion, I know, but there was still a psychopath in there. David and Clark were wrestling on the floor,

throwing punches and grappling with one another. David was bigger and landed a few hard punches. I looked over my shoulder making sure Katie was stumbling down the steps. I dove in, aiming for my gun that was just beside the scuffle. David saw me and kicked my legs like a tentacle out of the ocean. I tripped and knocked the gun into the corner when I fell. David suddenly shoved Clark off of him, practically tossing him on one of the tables.

I watched as David jumped up and made for his gun. I rived on the ground and kicked. My toes barely caught the gun and sent it skittering across the room. There were two guns in the room, both on opposite sides. Two of us and only one of him. Clark rolled off the desk and jumped into David as he ran for the gun. They both slammed into the wall. I crawled for my gun, which was just out of reach by a couple feet.

There was another crash behind me. My fingers wrapped around the gun and I twisted around on the ground, aiming it in their direction. I had turned just in time to see David fire. a shot into Clark. There was no hesitation as I squeezed the trigger. I struck his shoulder. He whirled to face me. I fired again and again and again and again. Even after he stumbled back against the wall and slid down, I kept firing just to be sure, just to make sure that that, just to make sure he would never get back up again. My gun clicked to alert me that I'd emptied the clip.

10 shots and everyone had hit David fucking king I exiled and dropped the gun letting my head fall back to the floor my heart pounded my whole body shook but I couldn't rest yet shakily I got to my feet and stumbled over to Clark

he was crumpled against the wall clutching his left shoulder blood oozed through his fingers damn he shot me he said clearly in shock that's when the police sirens could be heard Get out of here. No, I'm going to.

I'll be fine. Police will be here any second to help me. Just get out. Get back on the run. I'll contact you when it's safe. Go! I'm not letting you get arrested again until they get the facts straight.

I rushed toward the door, stuffing the Ruger back of my pants as I moved. I paused at the door. Thank you. I said... Looking at Clark. Go! I sprinted down the steps and ran to the door furthest in the back of the building.

I unlocked the chains of the door, pulled it open, ducking into the night. I'd run this path over and over, making sure it was good enough for an escape in case something went wrong. I went to my previously established hiding place and hunker down to stay hidden. I sent a text to the server my script was on and entered the password to cancel the info dump. There was never a second person. That was a bluff. There's no reason to release that information to you now since David is dead. I'm sorry. I really appreciate the level of support to ruin David, but there's no point now.

I thought he'd still be alive afterward. Police will get it eventually as evidence, though. Also tapped out, I am alive in the Reddit thread to alert everyone that I had survived. Then I collapsed into sleep. This morning, I was thinking clearly again and feeling better. I ate and drink lots to counter the shock. I've started making plans of where I'll go next. It isn't safe to stay or much longer. The news hasn't said anything about the incident yet, but I'm sure the story. will break eventually. I have stayed glued to the radio app on my phone all day today and I'm listening right now. I hope

if you're an update on Katie or Clark. Thank you, Reddit. God. Thank you, Reddit. You've helped me remain positive these past few days. It's set this trap. It's finally done. I regret so many things about what I did and how I reacted in the past. I should have fought more

forcefully before it came to this. I was too scared, though. And did it really understand David, but now I do. Only now it doesn't matter because he's gone. From here I'll continue to stay on the run. I don't plan to turn myself in until Hernandez says the prosecution's ready to drop all charges. He's, he's got paid off. I don't understand the Hernandez thing. But he was a good guy. He got paid off, sure, but he made sure that, you know, um, oh my God. He got Zander got $2,000. So that makes him okay. Am I fucking high? Am I wrong? He let two people die. and was culpable in this entire conspiracy,

he gave him $2,000, you know, bygones are bygones. It's really crude of you to hold that against him, I think, in my opinion. Hernandez is trying his hardest back at home to mitigate the evidence against me and all those charges. Clark's testimony about what happened last night should really help reduce the credibility of David's claims. Plus, the GoPro's we set up around the warehouse won't hurt. We'll see that I lured him into a trap and then shot him to death.

David's confession about his mother was a bonus I hadn't expected. originally we had intended to lock David in the manager's office for the police to find Clark had called the police just before attacking circumstances had changed that plan some of you may wonder well what if David hadn't taken you up into the manager's office we had a contingency plan I didn't know I was prepared to kill until I had my gun named it David I don't think I'm fully processed the fact that I've killed someone I don't know how I'm supposed to feel or act or think or anything I feel like I'm acting the wrong way anyway there's another part that will help persuade the prosecutor to drop charges against me

I lied before when Hernandez came to visit me in jail I said he told me he couldn't talk about Isaac's death but he did tell me they had found a video file on Isaac's computer from the day he died he had been recording himself playing games for YouTube when there was a crash of silverware in the background Isaac didn't hit pause of the recording left the room to investigate David came flying back into the room shoving Isaac into the bookcase he slammed the door and was on him in seconds the assault lasted only minutes. David walked out, leaving the door wide open. So David didn't notice that he was being recorded the entire time, I guess. I didn't see the OBS on the computer watching me kill somebody.

I'm a hacker. You think I'm supposed to know how cameras work, silly? I'm a hacker. I'm a hacker. The camera watched it. And also, so that means that Hernandez had a video of David murdering someone, but still they had to arrest him, send him over, couldn't stop. not enough evidence not enough evidence um the camera watched him come back into the room with my pillow he held the pillow over is his body and hit it repeatedly all the duds skin from my pillow fell into isaac's body that's not how that works they found those traces on isaac spotty but the video proved that i hadn't killed him david had walked out and locked the door behind him he made

a mistake and had it checked that what was running on the computer all he saw was the game her nanos and i had been in contact while i was first on the run i lied about that too when i first contacted him he started crying on the phone apologizing repeatedly he told me that he knew if i stayed in jail that i would at the very least lose a lot of time out of my life while i what hold on okay this is every time you try to explain something in the story it makes it worse when i'd first contacted him he started crying on the phone apologizing he told me he knew if i stayed in jail. I would at the very least lose a lot of time of my life while the trial went on even if David was accused later on and more evidence came out. So hold on. So they he had accepted

David's deal and demanded that I had been given half the 15,000 he was paid. David as you only gave me too, but Hernandez had hoped it would help me lay low and evade capture while he could successfully contest the evidence. He fully intended to report the bribe to the police. Hold on. So Hernandez is like, well, I don't. don't want you to be bored in jail. So I agree to get two cops killed in order to send you on the run after David, I hope, holds up his

word and doesn't kill you. Whatever. He told me and after my escape from the car, the police were very suspicious about the circumstances of my escape. There were too many holes in the story. And Hernandez had been sure to point out every last one repeatedly to his boss. A lot of you pointed them out to paint from the truck rubbing

off parts separating from the front seat from the backseat. GPS of the truck marking his whereabouts at the location of the crash in relation to the time David's had the alarm the alarm. Yeah, David, who's super smart, uses his company vehicle to ram a truck off the road and thinks he can blame it on the guy in the back. David had clearly been desperate to get me out of jail. He risked bribing an official and left a lot of his plan up to chance to get me out. David just didn't want to end the game yet. If I went to jail, it was over. Yeah, there were still so many ways he could ruin my life.

His need for quick action led to mistakes. Hernandez also told me that he came to visit Jackson had turned up. He'd come home a couple days after I was arrested and was brought him for questioning. He had proof and witness that he had been staying with his family for a few days. Like, who's Jackson? I don't know.

I don't know. Oh, he's the roommate who disappeared for a while. Wait, so that whole thing, he was just gone. He just went to be with his family for a minute. Yeah. The guy we thought was dead, turns out he drove away from the house.

When asked about the breaking and theft, he told his story. Why are we explaining this? gosh, this is like, this is like alien needing to explain all this. David had knocked on the door just as Jackson was finishing to go on vacation. He told Jackson that he was a friend of mine and he was helping me move out. Jackson left him in and finished packing. He was just walking towards the door with a suitcase. But David asked if he could be willing to help carry out the TV. Jackson agreed and carried it out with David. Huh? He then grabbed the suitcase and left to ask you David to lock up

when he was done. That's when he started stealing everything and trashing our house. That's also when Isaac would have come out and being killed it solved the riddle of why the door had been locked and not broken when Clark found the apartment stripped of bear. Wait, police came in and did a whole investigation of the apartment and didn't go into the locked room that Isaac was dead in? No.

Okay. There are still some questions that I don't have answers to. We haven't been able to figure out what he did with all the things he stole from us. We also don't know who the partner is. Hernandez should know that in a few days and let me know. Also don't know how the key longer got on my computer when the tracking

app was installed on my phone or how David was able to provide my social security number driver's license number and all the other accurate information to the credit card companies the same goes for the fraud that was committed against my parents I can't help but wonder if David had been in our house before the break in and done all that as for Clark his disgraceful exit was a fabrication to throw David off it what oh it was my idea to make him disappear for my life and take the target off his back it was both to protect him from what back whenever he's like oh his mom made him go back you're leaving that's he's saying that was a lie oh it was actually afford each. So this is the ending

of the usual suspects where we see the flashback of how he instrumented everything that happened, but he's just stupid, but it's stupid. Yeah. Dispear of my life, take the target off his back. It was both to protect him from David's rage and so that he could support me in the background. His mom did come and bail him out, but she was much kinder about

the situation of worried like all moms do. When I messaged Clark to tell him my plan and posting the series, he immediately jumped to help me. And without him, I'd still be watching David and waiting for a good moment to strike it was his idea to plant the information about hiding his bank information on scraps of paper around town. It was placed as a joke

and a way to tell if he was reading the series. We wanted to see if David would go hunting for them. He didn't, but that was probably because he was on the run. We did all this to see if he would go for it. He did not, but he still probably read them, I would imagine. But still, pretty fun. But still, good idea. Liked our little Easter egg hunt. Clark's arraignment didn't go so well.

He's still being charged with the misdefeater for graffiti in David's old house. an expert was called to analyze the photographs and identified them as authentic and undoctored. Either David has someone else doing one hell of a Photoshop job or he took pictures from angles that cut me out naturally. We are still trying to figure out how to resolve his problem.

Yeah, all of this, Clark may face a $4,000 fine. Like, pretty serious. With Katie, I have yet to see her beyond those brief moments while confronting David. It's been only a few days for all of you throughout this series, but for all of us, she's been missing for a year. It's been

a year. It's been a year. I thought it's been a couple months. Oh my gosh. I had no idea what David or his partner might have done during, done to her during all that time. I don't know when I'll ever be able to see her again since I'm still on the run until the charges are dropped. The charges are dropped. That is. I'm scared to see her. I know David did it, but I feel responsible. I wonder if she blames me. I wonder if she hates me. Maybe one day I'll know. What David said has shaken me. I spent a lot of time thinking about it today. He told me I was there for him and not for Katie. the guy who kidnaps people in murdering being like

we're not so different you and I and it worked that I was after the dragon not the princess I've realized that he's right oh man I've read a few of your responses and agree with you I didn't write all that much about Katie during the series if it had been about Katie I would have written more

what the fact that I let her go back and fight says volumes about why I set this trap David was right it wasn't about Katie Katie was a result it makes me feel guilty and dirty to think about it

maybe it would be best if I never saw her again she's not likely to want to see me Katie if you're ever reading this if you can ever handle it I'm sorry I'm so sorry

once again thank you Reddit you've helped me so much with your support encouragement and your unknowing aid and making this trap for David. I couldn't have done this without you. The last two years have been hell

but it's finally over. We ruined Who Hunter? David fucking King. Let's go! Story over. We did it. Oh man. That might have been the greatest thing to ever grace my lips on this show. Incredible.

We appreciate you guys, whoever was able to stick with this until the end, who has ever who's listening to me say this right now I appreciate you as a listener as an audience member

I am going to give this the award my award at least which Isaiah might have his own someday but this for me is awarded the least enjoyable reading and

wait Hunter Hunter and this is the first this is literally the first episode we've recorded in 2025 and I really hope it doesn't mark the year that's to come is all I have to say

Wait Hunter do you have a Do you still have part eight pulled up? Yeah I do Yeah I see series two And I'm never going to read that No click on it look Hunter There's another seven part series All from the perspective of Clark

What? All from the perspective of Clark Hunter we can't We can't lose this. Yeah. Hunter, this is important. We can't let this happen. I, um,

whoa, Hunter. I, no, thank you guys for listening on Spotify and ranking us on Spotify, giving us a five-star rating. Thank you guys for also listening on Apple podcast as well. We appreciate you.

I dared my best friend in my life part one. Thank you guys so much for sticking with us. I'm sorry. I'm very, very, very, very sorry. Hunter, it says this is Clark. I hope you guys can forgive us.

It opens. It says this is Clark, Zander's best friend. He says, I hope you'll remember me. God help us. I wish I was there. He says, I'm here, and he says, I'm here because Xander is missing. Hunter, there's another eight-part series, and it starts with Zander missing. We can't pass it up. What will the people think? They'll be so sad. That was great. I loved it. I hope you all loved it, too. Thank you, bye.