Let's Not Meet: A True Horror Podcast - 13x24: I Moved In With My Stalker

Episode Date: December 9, 2024

Stories in this episode: I Quit Dealing After I Was Mugged | Sparkly_Tiara24 (1:39) The Neighbor | dragons_fire77 (5:41) Followed Home | Ok-Degree-2373 (12:17) Man Tried to Force Me Into the Elevator | Anonymous (19:32) A Roommate Situation That Turned into a Nightmare | Right_Sheepherder374 (23:54) Creeper Beats on My Door and Turns Ring Camera Off | I_Like_Metal_Music (30:42) I Moved in With My Stalker | youwhoeff (34:30) Extended Patreon Content: Campsite Stalker | Lucy Jane Shattered Sense of Safety | Carli Possible AirBNB Trap | Jordyn Due to periodic changes in ad placement, time stamps are estimates and are not always accurate. Don't miss the live stream of our indiegogo funded Let's Not Meet short films on December 14th, at 6:00 PM PT, at https://twitch.tv/crypticcounty! Follow: - Twitch - https://twitch.tv/crypticcounty - Website - https://letsnotmeetpodcast.com/ - Patreon - https://patreon.com/letsnotmeetpodcast - Instagram - https://www.instagram.com/letsnotmeetcast/ - TikTok - https://www.tiktok.com/@crypticcounty Check out the other Cryptic County podcasts like Odd Trails, Cryptic Encounters, and the Old Time Radiocast at CrypticCountyPodcasts.com or wherever you get your podcasts!    Get access to extended, ad-free episodes of Let's Not Meet: A True Horror Podcast with bonus stories every week at a higher bitrate along with a bunch of other great exclusive material and merch at patreon.com/letsnotmeetpodcast. This podcast would not be possible to continue at this rate without the help of the support of the legendary LNM Patrons. Come join the family! All of the stories you've heard this week were narrated and produced with the permission of their respective authors. Let's Not Meet: A True Horror Podcast is not associated with Reddit or any other message boards online. To submit your story to the show, send it to [e-mail].    Get more done with Grammarly. Download Grammarly for FREE at grammarly.com/PODCAST! 

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A while back, some of our dedicated listeners helped us fund and film a pilot for a potential Let's Not Meet TV series. With their help, we were able to team up with Good Dale Films to produce two short films as a proof of concept for the new potential TV show. We recently got the green light from the folks we've been working with on the official show to screen these short films. These are in no way connected to whatever future official show that may be in the works

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We were super close. When I was in high school, my aunt was dating this guy who seemed wealthy, but nobody knew what he actually did. I think anyone could have guessed, though. I asked my aunt to introduce me to her boyfriend and we talked about how I could work for him. Without going into too much detail, I did start working for him. I sold what he had to some people that I knew. I went to high school in an area where there were a lot of drugs.

I knew a few boys who claimed that they already used this stuff, so I offered to sell it to them. And surprisingly, they had big orders for me. I didn't ask any questions, I just went along with it. I was making about three grand a month from this. Not enough to retire or anything, but definitely more than most 17-year-olds make. Now, I never made a point of flaunting my money or talking about income, so I think I kept it well hidden.

At least, I thought I did. What bothers me the most is that there's no way of knowing. One Saturday morning I walked over to my friend's house for a birthday party. Not a wild one or anything, just a cute little breakfast get-together. On my way home, this guy I had never seen before pulled over and got out of the car. He was well dressed and a bit older. Initially, when he got out of his car, I thought that he was a cop. I mean, he was acting like a cop.

So I was preparing to possibly surrender. But then he pulled out a switchblade and told me to give him my purse. He said something like, don't act dumb girl. I know you have money, it's okay. I can make this easy if you just give me your purse. I don't know if you've ever been in that kind of situation and I hope you haven't, but I just kind of froze up by being surprised like that. I wasn't really feeling fear. I think my body just didn't know how to react. Honestly, I think that it didn't let me get too scared.

Because if it did, then I probably would have had a heart attack. It was like my body was saying, wait now, panic later. I finally managed to say, okay, can I just give you my cash? My purse has my phone, pictures and other stuff. He agreed to that. So I opened my purse and I took out all the cash. He watched me closely as I pulled it all out. It was about 200 bucks.

He took the money and said, if you tell anyone, I'll find out. And then he left. After he pulled away, I continued my walk home and stayed calm. The next morning it hit me that I had been mugged. That's when the panic set in and I started shaking and crying. Even as I'm sharing this story now, it still gives me chills. I had never seen that guy before, so when he said, I know you have money, I didn't know that he meant he knew about my dealing, or if this was just a general observation that he was using to try and scare me.

Honestly, I'm really glad that this all happened because it made me get out of that business at the right time. Things were only going to get more dangerous from there. It's scary thinking about it, but that guy saved me without even realizing it. I told my aunt's boyfriend what happened and that I was too scared to keep doing this trade. So he told me to send all my customers to him instead.

I did, and that was the end of it for me. It's been almost 10 years now, and I haven't looked back since. This happened about 10 years ago while I was still in my last year of college. My friend and I were living in a two-bedroom apartment in a safe and slightly upscale part of town. To give you an idea of us, at the time I was about 210 pounds. At 5'7", I was fairly capable of handling myself as I had been an athlete for a large

portion of my life before succumbing to food addiction. My roommate was 5'3", 115, and had never lifted weights in her life. One day I was cooking up something for dinner and my roommate came in and went to her room. We weren't really lovey-dovey roommates, so it wasn't unusual for us to not make small talk every time that we saw each other. I continued with my cooking and about five minutes later there was a knock at the door. I went around the island in the kitchen and

opened the door expecting to see a delivery person. Instead, I was gripped with this intense, visceral sense of unease. It wrapped around my body like a vice, and every hair on my body stood up. There was a completely normal-looking guy standing there. He was medium height, with light skin and brown hair. He was wearing a ball cap, a casual sweater and pants. To this day, I know I wouldn't have been able to identify him in a lineup. He looked totally unremarkable.

However, I had never in my life felt such a sense of foreboding. My heart was beating out of my chest. I didn't even say a word. I just stared at him as I vaguely wondered if I should shut the door in his face. He stared at me for a few moments and then turned and walked away with his dog, following behind him. I had been so fixated on this guy that I hadn't even realized he had been holding a dog leash attached to a sweet-looking golden retriever.

My anxiety abated and I decided that I must have been overreacting despite never having that particular feeling ever before. I had grown up as a tomboy and had mostly guy friends growing up. I was also working in a hugely male-dominated career field. My degree is in computer science, IT, and I played a male-dominated sport for most

of my life. I was not and have never been in the least afraid of a man. About 30 minutes later, my roommate came out and asked me who was at the door. I told her, oh, just some random guy, wrong apartment, apparently. She looked at me with a frown and asked, did he have a dog? I replied affirmatively that he did have a dog, to which she said that some guy with his dog was trying to chat her up at the mailboxes on the other side of the complex. She said that she ignored him, got back in her car, and came to the apartment. She said that she was positive he couldn't have seen her come into our apartment

because she drove to the mailboxes in her car. He would have had to run at a very fast speed to catch up with her. Plus, our apartment building faces away from the area where the mailboxes are, and there are at least four buildings between our area where the mailboxes are, and there are at least four buildings between our building and the mailboxes. So essentially that means that this man scoured the parking lots within the complex, looking for her car. When he finally found her car parked in front of our building, he likely just started knocking on doors trying to find her. Our suspicions were confirmed the next day, when there was a phone number, but no name,

written on a piece of paper tucked under one of her windshield wipers. I have no idea if she ever reported the incident, but I was on edge for a good month afterward because I was worried that he might be keeping an eye out for her. I don't know why he turned around and left after he opened the door. Maybe he thought that he had the wrong apartment, or maybe he assumed that she lived alone and didn't want to confront someone else.

Maybe as much as my roommate's tiny size enticed him, my larger size made him think twice about trying to pull anything. To this day, I've only ever gotten that sensation one other time while I was out with my boyfriend at a bar about a year ago. A guy who wasn't even looking at me made me feel very uneasy

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This recently popped up in my memories on social media, and I thought that it would be worth sharing here. This was one of the scariest encounters I've ever had, and it taught me to trust my gut. A little over two years ago, on September 4th, 2022, I was at home waiting for my boyfriend to return. It was getting late and I was impatient, so I decided to go out to get some snacks from the gas station by myself.

We live in a city that isn't really the best place for a 22-year-old woman to be out alone at night. It's normal to hear gunshots or see cars getting stolen, and there have been armed robberies at both gas stations by my house since I moved to the area. Nevertheless, I was hungry and wanted some snacks so I went off into the night to get them. On my way to the gas station, my boyfriend passed me on his bike as he was heading home. I was nearly at the gas station, which is a detail that is crucial to how things would play out. It was sometime around 11pm when I pulled into 7-Eleven and parked by a pump.

Before I even had a chance to take my keys out of the ignition, a woman seemingly materialized immediately and was standing at my passenger side door, trying to talk to me through it. Something I should mention before continuing is that before this event happened, my best friend and I had a couple attempt to carjack us in another city. Ever since then I have always locked my doors the second I got into my car, and I did exactly that on this night. I stayed in the car and told her that I couldn't hear her, so she walked to my side of the

car. She said something along the lines of, her ride not being able to pick her up while holding up texts on her phone to show me. She said that her ride's car broke down and she was looking for a ride now. I said, I'm really sorry, but I'm not comfortable with giving a stranger a ride, especially at night, and immediately drove away. I was annoyed that I didn't get my snacks, but I quickly rode it off and headed back home.

On the route back to my house from the 7-Eleven, I have to take a left turn onto a curving road with a shopping center on the right. The first light on this road leads to my neighborhood where I would make another left. When I took my first left and approached the curving road with the shopping center, a car swerved out in front of me and stayed in the center line the entire way to the light. I

kept my distance and pulled in behind them into the turning lane going to my neighborhood. When we made the turn, they stopped next to the curb on the right side of the road. This put me on high alert, and I passed them quickly. When you pull into the neighborhood, there is a long, straight road that has a left-hand turn shortly after the entrance and a right hand turn further down. Both entrances connect to a loop that goes around the entire neighborhood and then straight back to the main road that we were on. Essentially, the main road's purpose is to connect the loop.

I passed the car that had turned and pulled over to the side of the main road, then drove to the second turn and headed to my house. When I passed him, they pulled back onto the road and started driving as well, following me at a distance. Other people pulled onto this road behind me all the time, but this just felt different. I passed by my parking spot but noted that my boyfriend was home as I made my way around the loop to get to the other entrance. For a split second there, I almost thought that I was overreacting.

I almost turned around, but as I continued around the loop with them behind me, I knew I wasn't. As I drove slowly through the loop, over the speed bumps, I noticed that they kept getting closer and closer to me. When I went over the last few speed bumps, they were so close that I couldn't even see the front of their vehicle. After that last bump, there's an option to take a small turn to the dumpster or continue straight to the main road.

When we reached this spot, I saw a man walking to the dumpster. The car that was on my tail saw him as well and backed off significantly. I took this as my chance and sped off to get away from them. From the main road, I turned back towards my house again while yelling at Siri to call my boyfriend. He picked up and I told him to come outside as I floored it, blaring my horn the whole way. The car gunned it after me as I prayed that my boyfriend would be outside in time. I quickly pulled into my spot, still honking, and the car skidded to a stop right behind

my car at an angle so that I couldn't back out. Two grown men immediately jumped out of the car while I stayed in mine, horrified. They started to approach my doors until they saw that somebody was waiting for them. It was my boyfriend. He told them that they needed to get back in their car and leave.

They then tried to argue and said that I was the one following them. They said some other nonsense as well, but I honestly couldn't understand over my sheer panic and the whole adrenaline rush of it all. My boyfriend was ready to stand his ground and do whatever he had to do to protect me. And he conveyed that very clearly. After the men eventually left, I took my time getting out of the car since I was still in complete shock.

The police were called and showed up nearly two hours later, saying that they didn't see the car in the area, and they never looked any further into it. Needless to say, my boyfriend made sure that he was with me every night and would even meet me at the entrance of our neighborhood after work to ride home with me for quite some time. I often think back about those two men and what they would have done if I hadn't thought twice and pulled into my space to begin with. If my boyfriend wasn't home, my plan was to drive to the police station. So in that case, would they have followed me to the police station?

Was the woman I initially encountered part of this whole thing? Thinking about it all makes me nauseous. The cherry on top is that I had a feeling for a couple of weeks before this happened that was telling me to keep an eye out on cars behind me and make sure that I wasn't being followed. That's especially crazy to look back at now. It's very scary to think about how things could have ended if I didn't have someone to scare those men off.

To the women who approached my car, if you were setting me up, get wrecked. To the men who followed me home and intended to do God knows what to me, let's definitely never meet again. This happened quite a long time ago when I was just 20 years old. At the time, I was living alone in an apartment in a notorious building near the city center of my city. It was a Saturday night, and I had gone out with my friends and my now partner. Since it was past 4 a.m., he and his friend drove me and a close friend of mine back to

the building. My friend that was dropped off with me lived nearby, and from my place, she only had to walk a minute or so to get home. But it was difficult to get there by car. After we got out of the car, my friend and I said our goodbyes and she started walking towards her place, while my partner's friend stayed in the car. My partner and I made out for a few minutes, until some guys started hollering from one of the balconies of my building. I felt embarrassed being heckled like that in public, so for me, that was my cue to say

goodbye and go inside. I then walked to the entrance and as I entered the building, a guy was coming down the stairs. I didn't think anything of it as I approached the elevator and pressed the button to go up since I didn't feel like taking the stairs to the sixth floor where I lived. Then the man who appeared to be about a few years older than me asked if I had a cigarette. I told him no, sorry, to keep it short and simple. He just nodded, kept staring at me, and stood next to me waiting for the elevator. I was creeped out by this but decided to continue waiting for the elevator and just next to me, waiting for the elevator. I was creeped out by this, but decided to continue waiting for the elevator

and just get to my apartment as fast as possible. I naively thought that maybe he would leave once the elevator arrived. However, he didn't. Once the elevator doors opened, he stepped in and waited for me. I noticed that he hadn't pressed the floor button as I entered the elevator.

This gave me a weird gut feeling. So I excused myself, stepped out of the elevator and told him I needed to call a friend. He then grabbed my arm and pulled me back inside the elevator saying, No, no, come here. I loudly replied, let go of me. I really need to make this call. And I pulled my arm away to free myself. I then ran outside, but I didn't know where to go.

I was afraid of going back inside, but since it was so late, I didn't feel safe outside either. I started walking away from my complex and called my friend. She asked me where I was so that she could come to me, but her phone died before I could answer. I didn't know my partner too well back then, so I felt uncomfortable and almost embarrassed to reach out to him.

But I did anyway. The need to get somewhere safe was greater than my embarrassment, and I didn't know anyone else who would still be up at this time. So I texted him, and once he understood what was going on, he and his friend came racing towards me. They were there within five minutes and they parked the car and escorted me to my apartment. By the time we got into the building,

the guy was nowhere to be found. Even though he was no longer in the lobby, they still escorted me back to my apartment and stayed with me for a while. They stayed until the sun came up, which was when I finally felt comfortable enough to go to sleep. I had three locks on my doors, so as soon as they left, I locked myself in with all three and I went to sleep.

I reported this incident to my landlord, but he couldn't help me since the security cameras often don't work and happen to be offline during that evening. I told him about the guys heckling me from one of the balconies above as well, but I'm not sure if the guy I encountered was one of them or not. It's fair to assume that he probably was, as he had the vantage point to see me going into the building alone. Looking back, I'm so grateful for trusting my gut instinct and getting the hell out of there.

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face to face with a young Japanese woman who appeared to be around 25 years old. I quickly explained a few details about the apartment, we exchanged Instagram handles, and then each of us went back to our rooms for the night. In the following days, she often asked me to accompany her when taking the bus or subway. I gladly helped, showing her the stops and giving her tips for getting around before returning to my routine. But gradually, something strange began. Every evening when I came back to the apartment, she always talked to me, but the conversation

became increasingly heavy. One evening while lying on my bed, I noticed a figure standing right in front of my bedroom window on our shared balcony. While lying on my bed, I noticed a figure standing right in front of my bedroom window, on our shared balcony. It was the new roommate, and she was leaning against the railing, staring in at me. Her gaze was piercing and unsettling. When she realized I had seen her, she quickly turned away and went back to her room. I shuddered, but tried to convince myself it was merely a coincidence.

Later that night, around midnight, as I turned the lights off to fall asleep I glanced out the window. She was there again, just standing on the balcony, watching me. When our eyes met, she instantly scurried away. The same scene repeated itself the following nights. Every evening, I would catch her watching me from the balcony, always at the same time, always with a fixated gaze. Every time, she would disappear as soon as she realized I noticed her.

One morning, I had to get up particularly early for an appointment. It was 5.30 a.m. when I walked out of my room. The entire apartment was shrouded in darkness except for the faint light filtering under the bathroom door, where I was brushing my teeth. Suddenly I heard a noise behind me. The young woman emerged from her room, silent, her footsteps softly creaking on the wooden floor. She knew that I was in the bathroom as she saw the light under the door.

When the bathroom door opened, I froze and a chill ran down my spine. There I was, in my underwear, toothbrush in hand, wondering what she wanted. But instead of turning back, she walked into the bathroom and sat on the closed toilet, facing me. She didn't say a word. She just sat there motionless, her gaze locked onto me with an empty expression. The scene dragged on for long, icy seconds until the silence grew oppressive. Then slowly I gathered myself and left the bathroom closing the door behind me.

I returned to my room very slowly trying to convey that I didn't understand what was going on since her English wasn't strong enough for us to have a proper conversation. In the days that followed, I became increasingly cautious, watching her every move as she continued to observe me every evening from the balcony. Like a disturbing shadow figure in the night. And then, on the night before my departure, things took an even more terrifying turn. I was having dinner in my room when I saw her again through the window, staring inside intently. I looked away, hoping that she would leave, but then, later that night,

at around three in the morning, I woke up suddenly from a nightmare. I turned my head, and there she was, still on the balcony, eyes wide open, fixated on me. My blood ran cold, and this time she didn't look away. She remained motionless, like a statue. Then abruptly, she turned and ran inside the apartment. My heart pounded as I rushed back to lock the door. I then buried myself under the covers,

hoping that it was all just a bad dream. A few seconds later, I heard footsteps on the other side of my door followed by an attempt to open it, gently at first, but then more forcefully. She was pressing on the handle, trying hard to get into my room. Panicked, I remained still, holding my breath. Then everything went silent again. I didn't hear anything. I assumed she just went back to her room after that, but that wasn't necessarily reassuring, and the night felt endless.

When I headed to the airport to return to France the next day, I thought about her behavior and tried to justify it. I think she was fascinated to see a European. After all, I don't have a typical build. I can bench press over 150 kilos. But I'll never know for sure. Anyways, thank you for listening and be safe out there. This happened a few years ago, but it's stuck with me because of how weird and scary

it was. For the past few years, my parents have gone on a week-long anniversary trip, leaving me home alone. I was 20 when they started doing this, so I was well above the appropriate age for them to be leaving me alone. During their most recent anniversary trip, some weird things happened the first day they had left, and then an incident happened the night before they were supposed to come home. On the first day that they were gone, a guy came to the door to drop something

off in the morning, but I didn't answer it as it was a stranger and I figured he'd just leave whatever it was at the door like usual. He ended up staying at the door for about five minutes before getting into his car. When I saw that he started to drive off, I went outside since I thought that he was leaving. This man then got out of his car, leaving it in the middle of the road just to give me my package that didn't need to be signed for at all. What made it extra strange was that he wasn't dressed like a delivery person, and he was in a beat-up old car. It was very weird. It made me uncomfortable. Now fast forward to the end of the week. I was just chilling out in the living room when,

suddenly, at 11 at night, I saw a rather large figure approach my front door. The front door has some glass paneling and the glass is dimpled, so I couldn't see any of this person's distinct features, but I did see the silhouette. Whoever it was started banging on the door and did so for about a minute straight. They then stood there and didn't leave for ten minutes. In that time, there were a few more beats on the door. Luckily, my sister and her family live less than a mile away, so I called them, and her husband agreed to come by and get me. By this time, I was in full panic mode and I realized that my dogs were in the backyard.

I was horrified that the person at the front door was trying to come through the back gate as my dogs were barking up a storm out there. My back door is about 90% made of glass, so it would have been easy for this person to break the door and get into the house. I then quickly got my dogs inside the house, and by the time my brother-in-law showed up, whoever was out there was gone. He took me to my sister's house, and we checked the front door cameras to see who was there. That's when I noticed that the cameras had been turned off the whole time this person was there. They had been off for about an hour before the person even started banging on my door.

The cameras were on before that time period and resumed recording during the time we were looking at the footage. Whoever was out there somehow shut off the cameras for an hour and a half, which was odd since the cameras never messed up before then. To this day I don't know who it was that showed up at my house, but between pounding on the door and lingering at 11pm, their intentions could not have been good. I checked the local news to see if anything happened to the area, but nothing ever came of it.

I don't know if this person was going to try and rob my house or if they had other plans, but I'll always wonder if it was the very unofficial-looking delivery guy. Maybe he was staking the place out earlier in the week and then returned. In any case, thinking about this still freaks me out and I hate being alone at home at night because of it. Our final story contains some graphic content involving an animal. Listener discretion is advised. Several years ago, I moved abroad to begin a two-year study course. When I arrived at my apartment,

I met three of my roommates. Sam was funny and sarcastic, while Bella and Poppy were both nice sorority type girls. We decided to go out for dinner, and I suggested that we invite our fourth roommate who occupied the room next to mine. The fourth roommate was also the one that I was going to be sharing a bathroom with.

This is an important thing to note. Sam warned me not to invite her, saying that she was odd. Now, I was worried because I didn't want to live with a bunch of catty girls. How was an opinion like this formed in less than a day? I smiled and told Sam that maybe the other roommate just made a bad first impression, and I let her know that I would be inviting her so that we could get to know her better. Sam grumbled as I left the kitchen and approached the door next to mine. I knocked and the door opened.

A short, petite girl with long brown hair and a childlike face stuck out her head. I introduced myself and invited her to dinner. The girl's face lit up at my invitation and she nodded in agreement. Our excitement for the new school year kept us lively as we arrived at the restaurant. I learned that my fourth roommate's name was Nellie. She and I were the same age, from the same state, and in the same program.

I ordered a Jack and Coke and Nellie leaned into me and asked if I actually drank alcohol. I nodded, thinking that her question was odd. As we were both in our 20s, of course I was drinking alcohol. Nellie focused her attention on, as we were both in our 20s. Of course I was drinking alcohol. Nellie focused her attention on me as we ate. I got to know her, and I kind of felt bad for her. She said that she was born in Sri Lanka, but immigrated as a kid. She was so different from me.

She was shy and claimed to not have any hobbies or any friends. When she said this, I figured that I could be friends with her since we were in the same program. So, I asked if she wanted to sit with me in class and she happily agreed. I felt content about this, and it even felt like I was doing a good deed. My first two weeks abroad in my new living situation and school program went smoothly. I got used to my surroundings, made friends, and got along with my roommates. Sam, Bella, Poppy, and I would often cook and eat dinner together while chatting about

our days. Nellie and I got along as well, but she was socially awkward. I made it a goal to befriend her, which was easy because we sat together in lectures every day. It felt like we formed a routine fast. We even opened our bedroom doors in unison. Whenever I would open my door, Nellie would then open hers and ask me where I was going. One night, I opened my door to leave my room to go to the grocery store.

Nellie opened the door soon after and asked to join me. I agreed and she hurriedly put her sandals on and grabbed her neon pink coat. As I walked through the aisles of the store, Nellie silently followed, closely behind me. Eventually, I found everything that I needed, but Nellie said that she wasn't buying anything. After I paid, the alarm bells went off as we began to exit the store. I stopped to show the security guard my receipt, and he looked in my bags, confirming that I hadn't stolen anything. I didn't think anything of this incident, but as I stood at the front of the store with

Nellie, having my bags searched by security, a thought crept into my mind. Alarms never went off like this when I was alone, or with other friends. Shopping with Nellie was the first time I had heard alarms. I shook my head at my own thought. I figured that there was no way Nellie could be stealing. I was with her the whole time. She was perfectly nice, a normal girl, and I felt rude for even thinking anything on the contrary.

The harmony in the apartment only lasted two weeks. One morning I shuffled into the bathroom and saw that the toilet had been filled with two or three rolls of dry, unraveled toilet paper spilling onto the floor. However, what concerned me the most was the huge wad of hair that sat directly on top of the toilet paper. I knew that it was Nellie who had done this, she was the only other person with a key to our bathroom, and the color of the wad of hair matched the color of her hair. I tried to think of a legitimate reason as to why Nellie would want to do this. I thought maybe she clogged the toilet, and then stuffed it with toilet paper to hide

everything. But that didn't explain this wad of hair. I couldn't deal with this issue. So I made a maintenance request to have someone unclog the toilet, and by the time I came home from class it was unclogged. I studied for two hours before I needed a bathroom break. When I went in there, I was annoyed when I found the toilet clogged again. It was the same scenario as before. Toilet paper, hair, and all. That's when I realized this was intentional, and now we were out of toilet paper on top of everything.

I knew I had to say something, but I didn't want to confront Nellie directly about such an awkward topic. So I sent her a passive, non-aggressive text. It stated, hey, if something goes wrong in the toilet, can you make a maintenance request right away, please? I sent the message, careful not to make it accusatory. I didn't want there to be tension with Nellie, especially since she sat with me in class. Nellie never acknowledged the situation, but she still opened her door every time I would

open mine. She also continued hanging out with me and sitting with me in class. For the next two months, I just dealt with the constant toilet paper and torn-out hair. I tried sending her more texts, but it didn't help. Nellie would clog the toilet. I'd make a maintenance request. A staff member would clean Nellie's mess. And then she would do it again.

Eventually, after 12 clogs, I was so annoyed that I decided to confront Nellie. I pulled out my phone and I typed out another text. Nellie, I know that you're clogging the toilet. You need to stop. If you do it again, I'm going to report you. I pressed send as I walked to class. I decided that I wasn't going to sit with Nellie in class that day.

I had different friends to sit with anyway, so I sat down with my friends, Reagan and Charlotte. I felt bad seeing Nellie sitting alone across the lecture hall. So I then promised myself that I'd still be friends with her, and that everything would just be fine. After that, I was happy about a few things. I was happy that the holiday break for school was coming up soon, and I was happy that Nellie never addressed the fact that I didn't sit with her in class that day.

Also, Nellie stopped clogging the toilet, and we were still friends. It seemed my message had worked. But then I came home one day in early December, and my nose immediately scrunched in disgust. There was a sickly sweet, rotten, yogurt-like smell coming from Nellie's room. I didn't want to confront Nellie about this so soon after messaging her about the toilet, so for the next two weeks, I avoided this problem. Two weeks later, I had to address the issue. I noticed that all of our food started to rot almost immediately after buying it.

Bella, Sam, and Poppy were complaining about how maintenance hadn't found the source of what was causing our food to rot, so I brought up the horrible smell and the accompanying fly infestation. The girls were unaware of the smell that I was talking about, so they went to smell the hallway outside of Nellie's room, and returned a minute later coughing and gagging. As we pondered what could be causing the smell, Sam mentioned seeing Nellie skipping through the woods at 2 a.m. Sam spotted her while heading home from the club. She said that Nellie was skipping around like a possessed doll.

As we continued speaking, Nellie entered the kitchen and everyone felt quiet. Sam bluntly asked Nellie what the smell in her room was, and Nellie just silently shrugged her shoulders. Annoyed by this, Sam stood up, grabbed Nellie's arm, and guided her into the hallway. The rest of us followed, covering our noses with our sleeves. Nellie claimed that she couldn't smell anything, but her eyes were darting rapidly between the three of us. Sam made a sarcastic comment toward Nellie, and we returned to the kitchen without her. Sam was a bit harsh, and part of me felt bad for Nellie. I didn't know what to do or what to say, but at least Christmas was coming up and

I was ready for a relaxing Christmas. I spent the two weeks of Christmas break at a friend's house with her family. They were all welcoming, so I didn't miss home too much. The friend that I was visiting knew about Nellie, so she bought me scented candles for Christmas, and when I returned to the apartment, I felt rested and prepared to face the new year. My January exams were online, and they were pretty easy, so I was surprised when Nellie texted me asking if I would cheat with her on the final exam.

I politely declined, and she asked if I would go to lunch with her the next day. I didn't have any plans, so I accepted her invitation. I spent a lot of time with her, but she didn't speak much. And despite everything, I wanted to get to know her better. Once we were at the restaurant, I racked my brain for things that I could talk about with Nellie. Attempting to break the awkward silence, I asked what her favorite show was. Nellie told me that she loved watching Sophia the First,

which is a Disney show that came out when we were teens. I didn't know how to expand on her response, so I changed the subject and asked her what her favorite hobby was. Ellie giggled and then said, I do this a lot, actually. I listen to you through the walls. They're so thin that I barely even need to put my ear against them. I can hear you talk to your parents every day." I tried not to look horrified as I sat there confused and a little scared. Nellie started laughing and then smiled awkwardly, nodding. I had no clue how to respond.

In a desperate attempt to change topics, I asked her about her childhood in Sri Lanka. Nelly then slammed her fists on the table, sending rice flying off of the plates. Nelly yelled that she was not from Sri Lanka and I apologized, even though she definitely told me that she was. Nelly then began to laugh again. I have plans for us tonight. We'll go to the graveyard and walk around. You'll be scared, but I'll have fun with you." As she said this, her eyes were opened incredibly wide, and her mouth seemed to be more open

than usual. She was scaring me. However, I didn't want to be rude, so I said that I would invite our other roommates as well. However, I didn't want to be rude, so I said that I would invite our other roommates as well. At that, Nellie let go of her fork, quickly moved her hand onto mine, and insisted that we had to go alone. I pulled my hand back, attempting to hide my grimace, and stuttered out a disingenuous

maybe. And to that, Nellie leaned back slowly, rolling her head from one side to the other and mumbled about how fun it was going to be. We finished our lunch in silence and then went home. When we got back to the apartment, I said goodbye to her and went into my room. I didn't call my parents that night, and I went to bed early, hoping to quell my anxiety and get some much needed rest. The next day I got up, did some laundry, went shopping, and at around 2 PM, I was meal prepping for the week.

I jumped when Nellie suddenly appeared in the kitchen and asked me to go to the movies with her. I hadn't even heard her come into the kitchen, but there she stood. She had her head and chin down with her eyes turned up staring at me. I declined her request, but she repeated her question. I declined for a second time, but did so politely, as I was trying to just offset her bizarre vibe. Nellie didn't respond and retreated to her room for a bit before leaving for the movies.

An hour later, I went to the bathroom and when I opened the door, I gagged immediately. The smell was bad, but the sight, it was worse. The walls, floors, door, sink, and toilet were covered in feces and blood. I was able to see distinct handprints through the smears. I closed the door, trying not to throw up. I was shocked that Nellie had done this, but my shock turned to anger as I messaged Nellie. "'What you did in the bathroom is weird and disgusting. You need to clean it.

I'm going to report you. I pressed send. At that point, I no longer cared about being friends with Nellie. I felt gross, so I went to our shower next to the bathroom. But Nellie had ruined that too. There was toilet paper shoved in the shower drain, and there were wads of toilet paper crusted onto the walls.

I was livid at this point, but I had to wait until Monday to report her, so I laid back down to take a nap. Two hours later I was awoken by Nellie, slamming the front door. I heard her footsteps stomping through the apartment until her feet were visible through the crack under my door. I expected her to knock, but she didn't. Instead, she began to chirp like a bird. Then I heard the twisting of my doorknob in unison with her chirps.

I stood there and watched, unnerved, as she did this for five minutes. Nellie then began to rapidly knock on my door and call my phone. She called seven times. She would call hang up, and then call again, all while continuing to knock rapidly. When I was unresponsive to this, she began to ram her entire body into my door. She did this over and over again. I was so shocked by this that I stumbled back onto my bed. I was too scared to call the cops since I was abroad and on a visa.

If they didn't believe me, I could have been deported for making a false report. Then, as suddenly as it all started, it stopped. But her feet were still visible under the door. Nellie stood there for about an hour straight. She would occasionally push her fingers under the crack of the door. I texted Poppy and Bella, who had heard everything, and when Bella's boyfriend arrived, his presence scared Nellie away. Once Nellie was back in her room, I met up with them and we talked about what had happened

before going to bed. But that night I barely slept. I was far too scared. I woke up the next day still anxious about the previous night's events. I tried to convince myself that it wasn't that bad. However, after I peeked into the bathroom, its condition suggested otherwise. My friends Reagan and Charlotte skipped class that day, so I sat alone. I saw Nellie enter the room, bypass her regular seat, and weave through the aisles,

inspecting each row as she passed. I sank into my chair as she got closer, horrified by the realization that she was searching for me. With last night's memories fresh in my mind, I was frozen in fear. When Nellie found me, she robotically bent down to meet my eyeline as she sat next to me with her mouth twisted up in this sinister smile. I did nothing as she sat there next to me. I was too scared to even move. I was worried that any tiny shift might set her off and cause her to attack. When the professor dismissed us, I shot up and frantically packed my things. Nellie asked where I was going and I lied to her, saying that I was going to the cafe. I didn't want her to know where I was actually going. So I went home for lunch.

And as I was standing in my kitchen, the door opened. You weren't at the cafe, Nellie flatly said, as her eyes darted up to me after she was looking at the knife on the table. I apologized and I told her my plans had changed. My heart raced as I asked her if she liked the lecture from class, but she didn't respond. She just stared at me with her head tilted and her mouth agape. I asked her again, but she still didn't answer.

I made sure to always stay faced toward her, as I was afraid that she would use the knife on me. She was glaring at me so intently that her veins were protruding. She stood there for about ten minutes before leaving. Later on, I walked to the library and froze when I caught a glimpse of Nellie's neon-pink jacket out of my periphery. I turned to see Nellie, walking behind me and staring at me with vacant eyes. She followed me into the library, and up to the third floor, and then sat directly behind

me. With our interaction in the kitchen still fresh in my mind, I moved to a different spot, but Nellie followed me. I moved once more, and she followed again. I was scared to be isolated in a library with her, so I decided to leave. I quickly weaved through the bookshelves, desperately trying to reach the lobby, but Nellie matched my pace. I felt like I was nearing a heart attack when I ran into my guardian angel, Sam.

Nellie is following me, I blurted out. Sam looked at Nellie, who had stopped five feet behind me. Sam nonchalantly told Nellie, fuck off, and I was surprised when Nellie did exactly that. After Sam and I spoke for a bit, my phone buzzed. It was Nellie, inviting me to the graveyard that night. Sam told me that I'd be smart to move out. And she was right. I needed to report Nellie and get out of there. It wasn't safe for me to live in that apartment anymore. I needed to get away. I went to Reagan's apartment, as she was the closest thing to family

that I had while I was abroad. She gave me refuge while listening to me tell her about the last 48 miserable hours of my life. She reassured me that I could stay with her and as I held back tears, my phone buzzed. Sam texted that she needed help and to go to the apartment as soon as possible. I was hesitant to go back there, but I couldn't abandon Sam,

so I grabbed my stuff and told Regan I'd be back soon. When I made it to my apartment building, I stared up at it, feeling a lot like the priest in the movie The Exorcist. When I got to my door, I was immediately greeted by Sam, Bella, and Poppy's distraught faces. I followed them into the apartment, and my eyes grew wide as Sam pushed the kitchen door open to reveal a truly demonic sight. Huge amounts of congealed red and orange liquid pooled across the floor, leading beneath our table, where a small bird lay dead with its wings outstretched. The bird was missing its head.

I felt sick. The windows in our apartment didn't open, so the bird didn't get in there itself. Nellie had either found this bird and brought it back to the kitchen, or she killed and decapitated the bird elsewhere, and then put it in the kitchen herself. I didn't like either of those options, and I assured my roommates that I would report Nellie that night. And that's exactly what I did. After I spoke to the school safety board, things moved fast. I discovered that Nellie had lied to us about her name and age. Officials wearing hazmat suits came into the apartment to clean the kitchen in Nellie's room. I quickly moved out, but since Nellie avoided the other girls, they decided to stay.

I declined to submit Nellie for expulsion because I felt bad for her and thought that everything would stop after I moved out. But I was incredibly misguided. I was happy that my new roommates were normal and no Nellie incidents occurred for the first two weeks after I moved out. I did have a large uptick in random Facebook and Instagram follower requests from blank profiles though. I knew who was behind this, but I was avoiding any Nellie-related thoughts, especially since

I was having night terrors, and the more I thought about her, the worse they got. Then, one day at school, I was blocking another user as I sat down with Reagan and Charlotte in an almost empty lecture hall. Charlotte nudged me as Nellie entered the room, bypassing her usual seat. I felt myself freeze up as she entered our row and began walking toward me, staring at me with those dead eyes. Don't fucking sit next to me, I said, shocked by my own bravery. Nellie responded by sitting ten seats down from me, Sit next to me," I said, shocked by my own bravery.

Nellie responded by sitting ten seats down from me, creepily not breaking eye contact. I considered that a win. After class, I went home and I walked to the store. I forgot to grab a cart, so I quickly turned around to fetch one, and I ran into somebody standing directly behind me. Yes, it was Nellie. This immediately made me wonder. Did she follow me from my apartment?

Does she know where I live? My heart dropped as I backed into another aisle, and Nellie followed. From there, I walked to another aisle, and Nellie continued following me, matching my pace. I ran away terrified, and Nellie continued following me, matching my pace. I ran away terrified, and Nellie then ran after me, only stopping because I went to the security desk. Security offered to call the police, but I declined and gave them my email address so that they could send me the footage of Nellie chasing me.

I had to report this, but since I still had class to go to, I decided to report her the next day. Well, two hours later, as I waited for Reagan to walk with me to class, I caught Nellie staring at me from across the street. She didn't approach me, and walked with a crowd toward campus. Minutes later, Reagan arrived, and we headed to class together. I walked beside Reagan, past the buildings and alleyways, until a rock got stuck in my shoe. When I knelt down to fix it, a billboard caught Reagan's eye.

So she switched to walking on my right when she had been walking on my left. Once I removed the rock, we began walking again. I turned my head to say something to Reagan and that's when Nellie jumped out of an alleyway and onto Regan. Her hands were outstretched and clasped behind Regan's neck. Words can't explain how terrified I was. Nellie let go immediately, and Regan grabbed my arm and pulled me to continue walking forward.

I tried to stay focused, but it was hard since Nellie began walking shoulder to shoulder with me, with her head turned sideways in this unnatural angle. When I turned and looked at her, the look in her eyes just wasn't human. Regan told me to run and we bolted across the street. Nellie paused but walked away as the oncoming traffic stopped her from crossing. We stopped and Reagan leaned against the fence as I bent over and covered my mouth trying not to vomit. After a while, we continued our walk to class in silence.

We made it to the lobby and headed for the staircase to get to class. However, Nellie was standing at the bottom of the staircase. I won't let her walk behind me, I said, voice shaking. Reagan nodded and we followed a large crowd after Nellie walked up the stairs, only to find her holding the door open for everyone. Nellie was fixated on me, staring at me through the crowd until everyone but Reagan and I passed through the door that she was holding open. It's okay, you can go first, Reagan told Nellie with a smile.

I was shocked at how composed she was, especially after Nellie just had her hands around her neck. I was even more shocked when Nellie actually listened to her. When we sat down in class, Nellie tried to sit behind me, but someone was saving that seat for his friend. So Nellie left. I wasn't able to pay attention to that lecture at all. I sat there shocked and terrified while Regan hunched low in her seat, rubbing her neck. I felt horrible for bringing Regan into this whole Nellie situation.

I knew that Nellie needed to be expelled no matter what. The next day, I reported Nellie to the Student Safety Board, and they raised the issue to the Disciplinary Board. I submitted a lengthy report detailing everything that Nellie had done. I included Reagan, Bella, Poppy, and Sam as witnesses and provided photographic evidence of the calls and the smeared feces and blood, as well as clogged showers and toilets and the stalking.

The following week, I met with the disciplinary board to go over their conclusions. They informed me that they had reviewed my report and met with Nellie to give her a copy. They discussed my accusations and had come to a conclusion. They acknowledged that everything I reported was factual, but they didn't think that Nellie had any malicious intent. So they resolved to grant a no-contact order.

However, Nellie wouldn't be expelled. I was completely perplexed by their conclusion. I asked them what Nellie had said about all of this and they refused to tell me anything. I was at a loss for words. I couldn't believe that Nellie was given my full report. This meant that she knew everything that I had said and knew the names of all of the witnesses involved. After I was told this, I felt that the school put us all in danger, and yet they wouldn't

allow me to know if Nellie had even denied the actions detailed in the report. I was devastated. I felt my mind go numb. I knew at that moment that they didn't care. They were going to prioritize a predator. So with no other options, I agreed to the no-contact order. A member of the disciplinary board tried to get me to sign a non-disclosure agreement so that I wouldn't speak about what Nellie had done to me or how the school dealt with

my case. But I refused to sign it. The next day I received an email confirming that Nellie had agreed to the no contact order. But I knew that this meant nothing. Nellie would never stop stalking me. My sophomore year was plagued by a relentless pattern of Nellie stalking me from place to place, sitting next to me in class,

standing next to me in hallways, and staring at me daily. Her actions were so unnerving and obvious that multiple strangers warned me about her. I reported these incidents every time they occurred and the school always responded by stating that they would remind Nellie of the no-contact order. They never took any additional steps to help me either. That year, Nellie found other roommates and in them, new victims. She was evicted from an off-campus apartment and her new roommates who once sat with her began to sit very far away from her. They looked terrified.

They looked like me. Having incidents happen weekly and having to see Nellie daily made it impossible for me to move on. I was always in flight or freeze mode, terrified of what Nellie had done and still might do to me. I became a sunken in miserable and defeated version of myself. I wanted revenge, which was a natural result of all the boiling rage

that I felt. That rage stayed at a constant simmer after Nellie was coddled by a university that failed to shell out even a minor consequence for the terror that she imposed. I know that if I had grown a pair at any point during those early months of knowing Nellie, I likely could have saved myself and others from suffering.

Nellie was likely stalking me from the moment I met her. I just hadn't realized it early enough, and that weighs heavily on me. Revenge came on graduation day, when Nellie's name didn't appear in the book of graduates. She had failed the second year. But despite everything, I couldn't help but think that I was a bad person for being content with Nellie failing. Maybe I was just happy that I could finally move on. No matter what I write, I can't begin to convey the evil that radiated from Nellie.

I still have night terrors about her daily. As a result of all of this, I avoid getting into new situations. I'm not outgoing with people, and I don't try to make friends. I make sure not to be nice to strangers, since I don't want to invite anything like this into my life again. Thanks for listening and stick around after the music for your extended ad-free version of this week's episode if you're a patron. If you want to sign up, head over to patreon.com forward slash let's not meet podcast to get

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