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You in? Must be 21 to enter. Hello everyone and welcome back to horror stories. I know many of you use these episodes to fall asleep so before you drift off, I'd love it if you could leave a comment letting me know where you're listening from around the world. Also, don't forget to like and subscribe if you're enjoying the episodes. Story 1 This is a story I almost never talk about. It's something I hate to constantly remember, but I feel it's time to get it off my chest.

It happened about two spring breaks ago. but it still haunts me like a nightmare to this day. I'm a model on Instagram and have dreams of becoming a supermodel. I live in Glendale, California, a city that's part of the greater Los Angeles area. My modeling career was just starting to take off seriously. I was beginning to close deals with clothing brands, and more and more people were starting to follow me. Over time, I decided to expand my income sources and not rely solely on Instagram.

One of those new sources was OnlyFans. I opened an account on the platform so that my followers could pay to see more exclusive content. And honestly, at first, everything was going really well. I never got weird messages from stalkers or anything like that. Overall, people accepted my decision without issues. Gradually, I started making friends within the online modeling world and the OnlyFans community. I even began doing collaborations with other models and influencers. That's how I met a girl named Megan, through mutual contacts we had on Instagram and OnlyFans.

Megan was relatively new to all of this, but she was growing fast. Things were going incredibly well for her, and eventually we met in person during an event. She was laid back, had good vibes, and that's how a friendship began. We started collaborating together on both OnlyFans and Instagram, and over time we even hung out just to chill. One night while I was checking my emails, I got a text message from Megan. She told me that a well-known group of online influencers had shown interest in both of us. Yes, I had been contacted before for work, but never from an organization that size. Apparently, a supposed agent from the modeling group had reached out to Megan after seeing a picture of us together on Instagram.

He said he wanted to collaborate with us on that same platform, offering a large amount of money and free publicity for our only fans' accounts in return. It seemed like an incredible opportunity, though also too good to be true. So I wanted to make sure this agent was legit and not just some scammer or fake. I checked his profile and everything seemed real. Thousands of followers, real posts and a pretty professional-looking page. Even the email address had a legitimate domain. Everything pointed to it being genuine.

Megan and I asked him for more details. He explained that they were based in San Diego. about two hours from Los Angeles. They wanted to do a quick photo shoot with both of us and talk about future opportunities while we were there. According to him, they had booked a hotel room in southern San Diego and would do the shoot on a nearby beach. Everything seemed well organized, so we set a date and booked a bus ride down there.

I was excited, but Megan was even more thrilled. She had only been doing this for a year and was already getting offers from big companies. It was like a dream come true for her. When we arrived at the hotel, it wasn't luxurious, but it was pretty decent. At the entrance, we were greeted by a man dressed very casually, which was a bit unusual. Are you Megan and Lisa? he asked with a smile. Yes, that's us, Megan answered enthusiastically. Perfect. Follow me. We have a room reserved for you on the upper floor.

The man led us to our room and we started settling in. Megan was beyond excited Can you believe this is happening? She asked me I was happy too Although I still felt a small sense of doubt The guy who greeted us didn't seem very professional But maybe he was just having a rough day

After a while someone knocked on the door It was the same man from before He said he'd take us to the shoot location when we were ready So we got ready and left He picked us up in a pretty nice car although something felt off. He claimed it was the company car, but it had a sticker from a local rental company. I chose not to give it too much importance and got in the car. During the ride, he kept looking at us through the rearview mirror. He asked simple questions like where we were from

or how our flight was, but his attitude wasn't warm at all, definitely not what you'd expect from someone representing a brand. Again, I started to think maybe we had made a mistake. I hesitated to ruined Megan's excitement by telling her my concerns. But before I could decide, the car stopped. We had arrived. It was a small secluded beach, and honestly it was beautiful. The shoot would be on a boat anchored on the shore, and then we would sail to a nearby island to continue taking pictures. On board were about four to six middle-aged men who seemed to be part of the supposed camera crew. The boat was big, not a yacht, but it had an upper and lower deck. Still, the whole setup felt weird for such a well-known company.

There wasn't much visible technical equipment, no supervisors, no makeup artists, just those men. Before boarding, they checked our handbags and said they'd keep them safe during the trip. That alarmed me even more, but the boat started up and there was no turning back. Megan went up to the top deck to enjoy the breeze while I went below to use a tiny bathroom. As I was washing my hands, I couldn't stop thinking how strange everything felt. There wasn't a single camera in sight, and the men on board didn't seem like they wanted to work. They just seemed like they wanted to hang out. Then I saw a shadow under the door.

Feet. Someone was standing there. I got nervous. Were they waiting to use the bathroom? Or just watching me? And then I saw another pair of feet side by side. two people. They were waiting. They were going to trap me. I took a deep breath and gathered all the courage I had. I flung the door open and managed to shove them, knocking them down. While they were

on the floor hurt, I tried to think fast, but reality hit me hard. Megan was still upstairs. Then I heard violent noises, muffled screams. It was Megan. I ran up the stairs, but one of the men tripped me. grabbed a nearby water bottle and threw it at his head with all my strength. I managed to get up and tried to run toward the screaming, but another man grabbed me from behind in a chokehold. I struggled desperately and bit his hand as hard as I could. He screamed in pain and threw me aside. I fell over the boat's railing and landed in the water. I could still hear Megan's muffled screams as I tried to swim back, but it was useless. Somehow I made it to the shore, and a group of local lifeguards rescued me. They took me to the emergency room where I was treated for my injuries. I told them

and the police everything, the boat, the hotel, the car, the strange men. They managed to catch one or two in San Diego, but the others, including the ones who took Megan, were never found. Authorities suspected they had crossed into Tijuana and were hiding somewhere in Mexico. Even the Mexican police got involved, but no leads were ever discovered. Neither, though, hotel nor the rental car company could provide any answers. I was devastated. I lost my best friend just because I didn't speak up when something inside me told me something was wrong. When I contacted the modeling agency to ask how something like this could have happened, they responded immediately saying they had never hired anyone by that name. The account, the followers, the photos, the email,

it was all fake, it was all a trap, a setup for a human trafficking ring. Megan and I were the victims. To this day, I have no idea where Megan is. This episode scarred me for life and completely changed the course of my career. Story two, what I'm about to tell you is something that even today, I still find hard to believe. Strange things happen all the time, sure, but what I experienced was completely beyond imagination. Even now, every time I hear the word only fans, my stomach turns. This happened when I was in college, so it wasn't that long ago. I was studying engineering and spent countless hours in the library, either doing homework or catching up with classmates. The library was a peculiar place.

It attracted all kinds of students from campus, each with their own ideas, styles, and ways of thinking. That diverse environment made it easy to meet people with interests completely different from your own. One of those people was a very attractive young woman named Rose. Our first conversation was pretty casual. something about the weather or the shoes we were wearing, something like that. But over time we came to consider each other good friends. Eventually we added each other on social media, and that's when I noticed it. In the bio of her Instagram profile, there was a link to her OnlyFans account.

Personally, I didn't mind at all. It's something that's becoming more and more common these days. However, I quickly realized that Rose's OnlyFans account was a hot topic on campus. Most students seemed to have an opinion about it. Some admired her confidence in the fact that she was so open about what she did, while others harshly judged her, believing she didn't respect herself and would do anything for money. Honestly, I didn't lean one way or the other. But one night, Rose launched a sort of promotion on her only fan's account, and my curiosity was piqued.

She was offering a free month of content, probably to attract more subscribers. The truth is, I hadn't planned to sign up for a lot. only fans that night, but since it was free, I figured, why not? After all, everyone was talking about it. So I used one of my spam emails and subscribed. I didn't find anything out of the ordinary, nothing unexpected. Sure, it was a bit awkward to see pictures of Rose like that, but what else did I expect? I noticed she had quite a lot of followers. I imagined she was probably making good money with it. A week or two went by, and honestly, I forgot I had subscribed. It was interesting to check it out, but I had other priorities. Until one day, a friend of mine from college called me in a panic

saying something weird was going on. He asked me to check her only fans and social media accounts. I opened the platform, and I couldn't believe what I was seeing. There was an image on the homepage with a message claiming Rose had been kidnapped. The supposed kidnappers were demanding a huge amount of money for ransom. They said that if the money wasn't raised within a few days, they would hurt her, or worse. They also claimed she was being held in a secret location to prevent anyone from finding her. I thought it was a really sick joke. I messaged her through every possible channel over and over but got no response. I asked others if they'd heard anything and no one had. We were all panicked, not knowing what to think or how to act. Was this some kind of

set up was Rose okay. Then we realized something disturbing. No one had seen Rose at all that week. Not even her closest friends knew where she was. We waited another day thinking she'd pop up and say it was all a prank, but that never happened. We started searching for her all over campus, from her usual spots to the most obscure. There was no sign of her. We asked her professors and they all gave us the same answer. She hadn't been to class. all week. Things were starting to take a worrying turn. Some of her friends reached out to her family, but they didn't know anything either. No one had any idea where she was. We began to feel real fear. Still, we hesitated to pay the ransom. We were afraid it was just a scam to keep asking for more

money. The situation was reported to university authorities, and a formal police report was filed. At first, only campus security got involved, but soon it became an official investigation. The police fully committed. They were baffled. They had dealt with kidnapping cases before, sure, but for criminals to demand ransom through only fans, that was unheard of. They searched the entire campus but found no leads. Eventually, they obtained a warrant to search her dorm. Everything looked normal, except her essentials like her pillows and laptop were gone.

That made it seem like she had left on her own before disappearing. Security footage confirmed that her car had left the parking lot on the same day she was supposedly kidnapped. The mystery was deepening. We were all terrified. Given her fame, beauty, and wealth, it was entirely possible some obsessed fan or unstable person had made her a target. Some people started gathering money and sending it to the supposed kidnappers, afraid something terrible might actually happen to her. A day later the case went viral.

The hashtag number sign save Rose was all over social media. It even made the local news. Pressure on authorities grew and with the increased attention, the state police also got involved. The operation intensified. Money continued to be raised and eventually the full ransom amount was collected. But hours passed without any confirmation that Rose was okay. Were they playing with us? Were they going to ask for more?

Then the next day a response finally came. A highway patrol officer identified a vehicle registered to Rose, which had also been listed as missing. He activated his lights and pulled the car over. When he approached the window, he found Rose sitting alone. She was immediately removed from the car and everything was thoroughly inspected. No one else was inside. News that Rose had been found spread like wildfire.

She was taken to the police station for questioning. We were all relieved, though confused. No one understood what had actually happened, but at least she was alive. However, things started to get even stranger. Rose didn't have a single scratch. Paramedics and detectives found no signs of physical or psychological trauma. Her demeanor was distant, evasive. She gave vague answers and showed no signs of having gone through a traumatic event.

After several unanswered questions, she was released. She returned to campus and everyone welcomed her back with excitement. There were a lot of questions, but Rose didn't want to answer any of them. We assumed that after something like that, she just needed time. One day after everyone had left her apartment, I tried to talk to her in private, but her behavior was still odd. She avoided every question with a strange attitude. I left confused, but I couldn't get any of this out of my head.

Something didn't add up. And then the next morning my phone blew up with the notifications. Rose had been arrested. According to multiple news outlets and people we knew, it had all been staged. Rose had faked her own kidnapping to get money and media attention. She had planned it all. The missing items from her room like her laptop she had taken with her. She had stayed in a secluded hotel near the coast,

far enough not to raise suspicion but close enough to stay comfortable. She stayed there for several days, waiting for the ransom money to be paid. Police tracked her down by reviewing traffic cameras. They discovered where she had gone before and after the disappearance. She was sued for all the money collected as ransom and faced multiple legal charges. Among them, she was accused of making false reports and causing public panic. The sentence was clear. One year in prison for accumulated misdemeanors.

I was in shock when I found. out. We all felt betrayed. How could we fall for that? How could she do something like that? Since then, I haven't heard anything about Rose, but this is a story I'll never forget. From that day on, the name Onlyfans has never sounded the same to me again. Story three, what I'm about to tell you will probably sound unbelievable. Something I wouldn't have imagined happening to me even in my worst nightmares. Honestly, there aren't enough words to describe the level of fear and anxiety. I experienced that day. Never in my life had I truly feared for my safety until that moment.

And ever since then, I can assure you, I'll never go near OnlyFans again. This happened around 2017, when OnlyFans wasn't very well known yet. It had only launched a year earlier. One day, scrolling through my Instagram feed, I came across the profile of a very pretty girl from my town, although we had never spoken. Her face looked familiar. At the time, I was pretty introverted, socially awkward, and had a lot of people added on social media that I had never even spoken to. The only reason I had Facebook and Instagram accounts was to feel like I belonged in the college environment. For reasons, I still don't understand many attractive women would follow me back when I followed them. At first, I thought it was because we had mutual friends, or maybe because I was a good-looking guy.

But I later realized it was just a tactic. follow more people to gain popularity. It had nothing to do with my appearance. Back then I used to like and comment on many beautiful girls' posts. Some people called me a simp for that. And if one of them replied or liked something back, I'd immediately head to their PayPal or cash app link and send them a generous tip along with a grateful message. I'm not proud of that behavior, but at the time that's what fed my self-esteem. It was a sad way to try to get noticed. The worst of the worst. part is that I never even dared message them directly. I didn't even try to start a conversation. And deep down, I absurdly hoped that one of them would message me first, as if money could buy attention.

With all that said, you can imagine my excitement when I saw a new link in the bio of one of my favorite girls. I opened it immediately and found a page called OnlyFans. I got excited. Now I could subscribe and watch any girl's strip without having to constantly tip or bother them in the messages. Even though it was another money pit, I felt like I'd hit the jackpot. So I did what felt natural. I subscribed. I wanted to believe I was her first subscriber. At first she seemed shy. She didn't show much of her body. And that disappointed me. For the $15 a month I was paying, I expected more. The content she posted felt like stuff she could have easily uploaded to Instagram. nothing explicit, no nudity.

But like a true simp, I thought if I stayed subscribed eventually she'd notice me, maybe even message me first. Months passed, the content started to get more daring. Now there were some nude photos, though I wanted to see even more. Back then I was studying and working at Starbucks, and everything I earned went into donations for her. In some absurd way, I believe she was the one. I fantasized that one day we'd meet and fall in love.

One day I found out that OnlyFans had added a new feature. You could now message the model directly and request custom photos for an additional fee. I got excited. Now I could get more intimate content, so I gathered up the courage and wrote to her. I'd never been that nervous. I didn't know what to expect. But to my surprise, she replied. And that's how we really started to get to know each other.

I couldn't believe it. It was happening. First, she sent me some photos for $100. Then she asked if I was from the same city as her. She had looked me up on Instagram and found my profile. My username was my full name. Unfortunately, my browser had auto-filled the information, and I didn't notice before hitting continue. She realized she had seen me in person several times. I panicked.

I was sweating cold. I didn't want her to know who I was. Normally I used fake names based on video game characters, but this time everything was out in the open. I didn't know how to react. I was terrified at the thought of her friends or acquaintances finding out what I'd been doing. I imagined the mockery I'd face at college.

I thought of a thousand ways to get out of the situation, but I couldn't find any, so I just replied yes. From that moment on, the conversation flowed. She recognized me too. She said she had seen me around campus a few times. One of her friends even lived there. We started realizing we'd crossed paths many times without knowing. We had a lot in common.

It was amazing. I never imagined I could have such a deep and long conversation with someone, especially through only fans. I no longer cared about requesting pictures. I just wanted to know how she was doing, how her day had been. I felt like for the first time I had something resembling a real relationship. Over time I realized that money doesn't win anyone over. The irony was that now, without spending a single cent, she was paying more attention to me.

One day she told me I was such a nice guy that she wanted to move our conversation to Instagram. She even gave me her number to call her. I was ecstatic. Did she really want to take our relationship to the next level? Was this real? I thought I was destined to be alone, hiding behind a screen. But there I was, talking to a beautiful girl. And all thanks to OnlyFans.

We kept chatting on Instagram and I decided to call her. It was the first time I'd spoken on the phone with someone without having a panic attack. Her voice was soft, warm. We talked for hours. Everything just flowed. We had the same personality, the same sense of humor. It felt unreal. I gathered the courage and asked if she wanted to meet in person.

She enthusiastically said yes. We set a date in time. I felt on top of the world. After years of feeling invisible, finally someone was paying attention to me. I put on my best clothes, got a haircut, and ordered an Uber to her neighborhood. I was euphoric. But when I arrived, I noticed something strange. There was a suspicious guy hiding behind a tree.

He had a hood up and I couldn't see his face. He gave me a bad feeling. But my excitement for the date made me ignore it. She opened the door and she was even more beautiful in person. We started walking. At first there were some awkward silences but then we relaxed and the conversation flowed. Everything went great. At the end I walked her home and we said goodbye with a smile.

But as I turned to leave I saw the same strange man from before. This time he was approaching. He tried to act casual, looking around avoiding eye contact, but he was only about ten feet away. Hey you, the man said. Yes, I replied nervously. Stop right there, come here. I stopped, confused. Then he asked, who are you to her?

What kind of question was that? I tried to come up with an answer, but his expression changed to uncontrollable rage. His eyes were filled with fear. fury. Are you trying to steal my girlfriend? You've crossed the line, he shouted. No, wait, I think you're confused, I replied trembling. I slowly backed away, hands raised. I looked at his pockets, both hands inside his hoodie. His face shifted to pure rage. He started breathing heavily, grinding his teeth. You shouldn't have come, he muttered. And then he pulled a gun from his pocket and fired. I fell to the ground. I was so shocked I couldn't feel any pain. I couldn't even breathe.

I just stared at him, adrenaline surging through me. Then he ran off. Seconds later, I screamed with everything I had. The pain finally hit me. I looked at my legs. I had two holes, one in each knee. I writhed in agony until I lost consciousness. I woke up in the hospital. My heart mother was next to me crying and smiling at the same time. She told me that a neighbor had heard the shots and found me bleeding out. The police arrested the attacker hours later. I underwent several surgeries. The doctor told me I'd walk again, but with limitations, I cried like never before. The pain was unbearable. I couldn't sleep for days. The wounds burned. I kept reliving the gunshots in my mind. That same day the girl messaged me.

She explained everything. The man who shot me was also one of her only fan subscribers. He obsessively followed her on every platform. But unlike me, he had serious mental issues. He genuinely believed she was his girlfriend. He watched her from the trees stalked her house every day. She didn't know this until police checked the neighborhood's security cameras. The guy thought I was stealing his girlfriend and attacked me. Months went by and my health improved. but my legs will never be the same. According to the doctors, the human body rarely fully recovers from a gunshot. I'll never run again or do any major physical activity.

I stopped talking to her shortly afterward. There were too many negative emotions tied to all of it. She didn't want to shut down her only fan's account, so we went our separate ways. I don't know what happened to the man who shot me. Part of me feels compassion for his condition. But another part hopes he spends years and prison. I can never forgive him for what he did. And that was the last time I used Onlyfans.