Let's Not Meet: A True Horror Podcast - 7x22: The Outlaw - Let's Not Meet

Episode Date: January 24, 2022

Don't forget to check out the live video stream presentation of the season 7 finale of Let's Not Meet: A True Horror Podcast on Jan 29th at 7:00 PM PST at twitch.tv/andrewtatelive.   Stories in this episode:  -The Woman Dressed In All Black - Maegan (2:32).  -Midnight Intruder - Madeleine Selen (14:07).  -My Clubbing Horror Story - Kittysnack (22:12).  -The Outlaw - Devorah (31:59).  Extended Patreon Content:  -Untitled - Peyton.  -Untitled - Chwey.  -The One That Got Away... With Murder - Anonymous.  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 access to extended, ad-free episodes of Let's Not Meet: A True Horror Podcast with bonus stories every week 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! Right now, Embark has a limited time offer on their Breed and Health Kit and Purebred Kit for my listeners! Go to https://shop.embarkvet.com/discount/MEET to get free shipping and save $50 with promo code MEET. I love how my smile feels and looks and I know you’ll love Lumineux as much as I do, too! Get fifteen percent off your order today by going GetLumineux.com/meet and use code meet. If you’re fan of supernatural, thriller, and all things horror you’re going to love Shudder as much as I do. And right now you can stream your first 30 days of Shudder for FREE! Go to Shudder.com and use code meet. - Facebook - https://www.facebook.com/groups/433173970399259/  - Twitter - https://twitter.com/letsnotmeetcast  - Website - https://letsnotmeetpodcast.com  - Patreon - https://patreon.com/letsnotmeetpodcast  - Instagram - https://www.instagram.com/letsnotmeetcast/  - Twitch - https://twitch.tv/andrewtatelive  

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drifters and midnight intruders, but I'm excited to announce the season 7 finale of Let's Not Meet a True Horror podcast. It will be airing next Sunday night. It'll be packed with some returning guests, as well as a new mystery narrator, but if you're a diehard fan of the show and you'd like to see that episode, you're in luck. We will be doing another live video stream of the episode this coming Saturday, January 29th at 7pm Pacific Standard Time over at twitch.tv, forward slash and rotate live. I'll leave a link in the show notes.

I, along with some of the other guests, will be there to chat with every one of you as we debut our special video performances of a particularly terrifying collection of listener stories. You won't want to miss it. The regular audio portion of the show will be available per usual on Sunday night. Also, don't worry, I never really take a proper break between seasons, so we'll be back with a very special Lost Stories episode for the season 8 premiere, the following week on February 6th. But that's enough of that. On with the show. As someone that's always dealt with anxiety and never paid a lot of mind to the advice to

trust your gut instinct. The idea that if you feel that something is off in a situation, you should listen to that feeling, because often my anxiety is wrong. However, after the situation, I'm about to tell you, I'm going to start taking that feeling far more seriously. I'm a homebody. I'd much rather spend my Friday nights curled up on the couch with my cat, a puzzle, and a glass of wine listening to a podcast, rather than going out to a bar or a club. My best friend has the opposite once.

For this story, we'll call her Lulu. She's the kind of person who books a spontaneous one-way flight to another country and has a fling with the celebrity while she's there. That's a true story. So when she came to visit me in my new city across the country, I let her choose the nightlife spots that we went to, since I'm new to the area as well. That's how we ended up at one of the most popular nightclubs in the city. For reference, we're both 24. Lulu's bubbly personality saved us from standing outside in the cold after she quickly befriended

one of the bouncers. Happy to skip the line and avoid paying $20 to get in, we went inside and shuffled through the crowd to get to the bar. We managed to order drinks after a bit of a wait, and Lulu quickly started a conversation with the group of guys near us who looked to be around our age. I was uninterested in joining that exchange. I was preoccupied with my drink, trying to finish it and order another one to calm my nerves. After another drink, I started looking around and getting a feel for the people around us. I noticed an odd couple at the end of the bar. The man looks to be in his late 40s.

He was very well dressed. He wore a suit which was an odd choice for a sweaty club. He had his hair slicked back and he was holding a glass of champagne. He had his hair slicked back, and he was holding a glass of champagne. The woman that he was with was much younger. She was dressed casually in all black, black pants black shirt and black baseball cap, with no logo or anything, just plain. She looked to be around my age. What caught my eye was that they didn't seem to be an expected pair. I couldn't figure out what their relationship might be.

I watched as the man stayed put where he was, and the woman she kept going to talk to other people then returning back to him. I ended up joining the conversation with Lulu and the group of guys that she was talking to, and forgetting about that couple. It seemed like Lulu was really hitting it off with one of those guys. As the mom friend, I'm kind of listening in the background, making sure that he's a decent person. And I'm still pretty sober. After maybe 10 minutes passed, I feel someone bump into me. I turn around to see the woman that was dressed in all black who I noticed earlier. Oh my gosh, you're so pretty. She said to me in these kind of slurred words. She was acting

kind of drunk. But she hadn't seemed like she was when I first spotted her only ten minutes prior. I politely said thank you and said that I thought she was pretty as well. No you, she replied. Where's your drink? My boyfriend wants to buy you a drink, come over with me." She yelled through the blaring music. Who am I to turn down a drink from a guy who looks like he owns a law firm or something? I made sure that Lulu was safe, told her that I'd be right back, and followed the woman over to where the man was at the bar. Honestly, I don't remember the short exchange with the man.

What I do remember is there were already three full glasses of champagne poured, and him offering me one. Red, black. I took one to be polite, knowing that there was no way I was going to even drink it, since I didn't see the bartender pour it. I think I had stalled by asking how they knew each other, and the woman said something along the lines of, oh my gosh, everyone thinks he's my dad. She quietly made a comment to me about him having money.

She made a toast, and her and the man both took a sip from the glasses. I pretended to, then set my full glass on the bar. I was trying to see if maybe they'd get mixed up and either of them would drink from my glass. They didn't. She picked up my glass after I set it down and tried to hand it to me again. I refused to take it. I said something like, let me check on my friend. I'll be back. Trying to make it escape. At this point, every alarm bell in my head was going off. I knew that I wasn't just being paranoid, something was off.

The woman ended up following me back to Lulu, and the guys that she was talking with. I asked Lulu if she would come to the bathroom with me. She said that she was fine, and she'd wait for me with the guys. I tried to signal with my eyes that something was wrong and said that I didn't feel well, which at this point wasn't exactly a lie. She agreed to come with me, and guess who else tried to tag along? The woman in all black. She quote, unquote, bumped into Lulu, the same way she had approached me earlier and repeated the same script. Oh my gosh, you're so pretty. I tried to hurry Lulu along, but her extroverted self was all about talking to the woman.

I listened to the woman repeat the same exact things that she had said to me. No you! And then she said that her boyfriend wanted to buy Lulu a drink. In a very short tone, I said, we're not interested, and hurry Lulu along to the bathroom. We went into the stall together. What's your problem, Lulu asked me. I explained what was going on and said that something was off about the couple. Lulu assured me that I was just being paranoid.

I told her that I didn't think that I was. I made her pour out her drink. I told her that I'd buy her a new one. We left the bathroom. I immediately honed in on the woman in black, who was now talking to another young girl that looked like she was in the background of a conversation. I watched and my jaw dropped as five police officers came out of nowhere, handcuffed her and her boyfriend and took them outside.

I told you, I said to Lulu. She insisted that they'd probably just got caught with weed or something. I said that there was no way that it was something that minor. Whatever we tried to enjoy the rest of the night, although I was completely on high alert. As we returned to the guys she was talking to, I scanned the bar to see if anyone else was acting suspicious. I saw a different woman, also dressed in the same black outfit, approaching girls who weren't really engaging the rest of their group, and seemingly trying to pull the same thing with them. I pointed it out to Lulu, who replied that I was just being paranoid again, sure enough

in a few minutes. The police officers handcuffed that woman and removed her as well. After that, I told Lulu we absolutely needed to leave, even if I was just being paranoid. On the ride home, I searched for that club online and read some things that people were saying about it. It turns out that the club was a hot spot for sex trafficking, as many people who don't know the city go to that club after hearing that it's popular. I can imagine many younger women that they were praying on may have taken that drink without

hesitation, being flattered that this attractive, well-dressed man was interested. I might have if I hadn't spotted them beforehand. I really do think my anxiety and my gut feeling was what saved us that night. Listen to your gut, even if it's been wrong before. It's better to be safe. Amplify your career through training and development solutions specifically designed for federal government professionals, from courses to help you attain or retain certification to individualize coaching

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from Sweden to the UK, London to be exact. Prior to this event, I'm going to tell you about. I had back in Sweden, been stalked by a peeping tom for about five years, as I lived in a ground floor flat. He used to look at me while I was sleeping via the gap at the bottom of my blinds, so I'm naturally a bit aware of my sleeping arrangements ever since then. of that aware of my sleeping arrangements ever since then. Fast forward, my new home was a Victorian house with large rooms and high ceilings in a typical suburb of London. I was sharing the house with my partner, my brother-in-law, and his girlfriend at the

time. The house was very big, so my partner and I had our own living room, and within the living room, access to our bedroom that faced the back of the house. This particular evening, I went to bed before my partner. Our bedroom had a wood-paneled sliding door with no handle. The door was also slightly tilted, so you had to put both hands firmly on the door, lifted up an inch, then slighted, to be able to get it in and out. A quirky addition of living in an old house, I suppose.

I slid the door shut behind me, turned off the light, and went to bed. Our bed was positioned along the wall on the same side as the only window in the room. The headboard against the wall and the window on the left hand side, my side of the bed. The window was a modern make, but in an old vintage style. Two thirds of the lower part of the window were solid, so you couldn't open it. But you could open the remaining third part of the window, which was hinged at the top and flipped up in inwards when it opened. As we lived on the second floor, I was perfectly happy and feeling safe having the window open

at night to let some fresh air in. I was drifting off to sleep when I suddenly heard someone breathing heavily, somewhere in the bedroom. First I thought it was my own breathing, as you can be a bit confused when you're half asleep. But then I realized it wasn't me. I thought it must be my partner then. But I couldn't recall him coming through that tricky, noisy, sliding door. I suddenly got very scared. Who the hell was in my bedroom in the middle of the night if it wasn't my partner? Suddenly, fully awake, I sat up straight trying to figure out what was going on. I then heard a scratching sound, and that heavy breathing

again, now even closer. I then realized that the noise was coming from the window. With a fast beating heart, eyes wide open, I slowly turned my head to the left, and I carefully lifted the blind so that I could see what was at my window. I wasn't sure what to expect, as I mentioned earlier, our bedroom was located on the second floor. But in the darkness of the night, I could see the silhouette of a very tall person dressed in all black. He had a ski mask over his head and was standing on the window sill on the outside. He more or less covered the entire window frame, and his hands were

partly on the inside, as he held onto the solid part of the window, ready to claw through the open part at the top. My first thought was to slam the window down as hard as I could on his fingers, but after a quick re-think, I decided not to, as that would probably result in him falling to the ground. Worst case scenario, I would then be charged with manslaughter. Instead, I ran for the sliding door screaming at my partner that someone was breaking into our bedroom. A few seconds later, that felt like minutes, I managed to open the rickety sliding door. When I had calmed down, my partner went back into the room and had a look outside the

window. Nothing. The intruder with a ski mask was long gone. My partner suggested that I had probably imagined it all. I got really upset and said, let's investigate tomorrow morning when it's bright outside. And eventually, after a glass of wine, I managed to fall asleep. The very next morning, we both went to the bathroom window, where you could get a good view of our bedroom window from above. When I saw a chair by the brick wall dividing our property from our neighbors and a footprint on the dirty water pipes criss-crossing the wall all the way up to the top floor, the

hair on the back of my neck stood straight up. I hadn't imagined it. So please intruder, by my bedroom window, let's not meet ever again. Because this time, if you do come back, I will slam that window down. Hard. Don't let the summer heat bake in, road-grime any longer, hand to your nearby Zips Carwash to clean up and cool off. And listen to this, now when you buy your next carwash online at zipscarwash.com, you pay even less. That's right, we save you money off our amazing washes plus you also get to skip the line

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My birthday is right in between Christmas and New Year's. So going out is always weird because people aren't usually out clubbing right after Christmas, or are saving their energy for New Year's Eve. But regardless, me and my friends always make it as fun as we can. In 2016 to celebrate my 23rd birthday, we decided to go downtown because our favorite Davie Gay bar was having their amateur drag night, and it happened to land on my birthday. Since it was really the only club in our relatively big city with drag performances, these

nights were still pretty poppin, even though it landed on a Wednesday. But for some reason, the bar decided that since it was just a Wednesday, they didn't need to schedule their boun's for that night. That stupid choice by management is very important to the story. Also, to set the scene, the bar was set up in two sections, the first is a typical bar setting with seating and pool tables. Then you pass through double doors and do a club part of the bar. tables. Then you pass through double doors and do a club part of the bar. On the club side, the dance floor was a long rectangle with a small stage at the end that was only elevated two to three stairs. Keep in mind though, this was still a small dive bar that

was basically a home to the LGBT community in my town. Anyways on with the story. I had a group of probably five or six girls and two guys with me. We danced, drank a little, typical early 20s clubbing night. It was about half an hour until last call so the bar had cleared out just a bit. My friends and I were all sitting together taking a water break when I heard one of our favorite songs come on in the club section of the bar. So of course I dragged all of my friends out onto the dance floor for one last hurrah. We had the floor pretty much to ourselves at this point. We were all dancing in a circle in the middle of the dance floor.

When I noticed a guy creeping from behind one of my friends, in that predatory way that guys do when they're trying to dance with you. But he didn't have the guts or the decency to simply ask to dance. I pulled my friend in front of me and shot the guy a Get the fuck back look. in front of me and shot the guy a Get the fuck back look. We continued dancing. Then my other friend pulled me close and said, These guys keep looking at us, we should move. I turned and saw a group of four huge men. So me and my friends moved down the dance floor and onto a small stage three steps up from the rest of the floor. We continue to dance, but pretty much as soon as we moved, these men followed. I was facing towards my friends, and my back was facing the small set of stairs and the

rest of the dance floor. It couldn't have been two minutes later. I felt the nauseating feeling of a male crotch against me. This was followed by unfamiliar hands grabbing my hips. Now, I'm a small five-foot-four female, but I don't take shit and I will stand my ground whenever necessary, so I swung around. I pushed him gently back and told him firmly, no. He immediately got aggressive. He grabbed me by the shoulders and pulled me closer. So I shoved him harder away from me and yelled, I said no. Without missing a beat, he slapped me across the face. I was absolutely shocked, but again, I'm not a person to back down easy, so with everything

in me, I swung, and I hit him right back. The scariest part was the entire time that this happened. His face didn't change, he didn't say anything, even after I hit him. His expression was completely blank, his eyes were totally empty. Must have been on drugs or a complete sociopath, maybe both. His completely vacant expression on top of his obviously insane actions scared the shit out of me, but I was so fully in fight mode at this point. Thankfully the DJ booth was right in front of where we were dancing and the DJ saw everything and immediately stopped the music. I ran over to the bartender who was one of

my friends on the club side. This motherfucker just hit me, I screamed. With no bouncers to get these guys out, my bartender friend immediately jumped into action to get these guys. The only thing was my friend wasn't too much bigger than me, and like I said, there were four of these guys, all huge, tall, built guys. The guy who hit me ended up punching my friend in the face. This guy's friends were obviously more coherent than him, and were very nonchalantly trying to usher their way out. But in no rush, the whole bar erupted, realizing what happened, several guys jumped into action to get this group out. I remember at one point

one of the drag queens grabbing me, putting me between two tables and standing in front of the opening with her being the human barricade between me and the growing mob of people shoving these guys out of the bar. All in all, the guys friends ditched him, and the guy ended up punching one more guy in the face and he was finally removed from the bar. I was shocked, my face was a little sore, but overall fine. I really just couldn't believe what happened. We found out that they had gotten kicked out of the bar across the street so they wandered

into our bar. The other bartender had called the cops, but they never showed, and the guys were long gone anyways. How quickly it escalated from him trying to dance with me to hitting me. It had only been 15 seconds, and I couldn't help but replay his face over and over again in my head. An absolute blank expression. If he hit a complete stranger for refusing to dance, literally without blinking an eye. What else was this guy going to do to a woman? What else had this guy done to a woman?

If he hit a complete stranger for refusing to dance without blinking an eye, what else has this guy done to a woman? I'm just thankful that was the extent of my interaction with this piece of shit. I'm eternally grateful to my friends and the community of that bar. They jumped into action without question to protect me and each other. Nobody there was bigger than these four guys, but it didn't matter. We protect each other in our community. So to my friends and the drag community back at home, you know who you are. Thank you.

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Built upward on the side of a mountain with winding streets, several historic natural springs, and cliffside caves, it's a town full of ghost stories. My boyfriend at the time and I lived up on a hill right off of the main street in a converted limon yellow house. Our road curved with deep paved run-offs next to the sidewalks, as flash floods were pretty common. Living literally on the edge of the turpentine creek wildlife reserve, our home was surrounded with thick woods, berry patches, and many packs of wandering deer and wildlife. We had recently moved halfway across the United States to help out his family restaurant downtown,

a seven minute walk from our house. Every evening after work, when most of the town was asleep, I took my dog out on a walk-up a mostly deserted road right before the bend down to Maine. This road led across the side of the mountain to a dead end at a heavily wooded area and a deep cave on the left. There were several wooden steps descending down to the main road on the right. There were only two houses on this thin road, which were both abandoned, enveloped

by huge magnetoliatries in front of looming rock cliffs. One of the houses was almost completely swallowed in overgrown vines, cracked dusty windows and splintered steps. The other was a shabby, debilitated white house over 100 years old with three levels and a door on the third floor to nowhere. I had heard from a neighbor that it was being renovated, and on my evening walks I always noticed random lights would get left on. It was very eerie, and many times I would walk by with my dog always feeling like I was being watched, as there would be the sound of cruning old jazz records softly spilling into the gloomy night. Strangely enough, I never saw any actual people or cars there,

ever. I have many strange stories that I'll share of this town, but for now. They call him the Outlaw. The very moment I saw him, I had the overwhelming feeling to run away as far as possible. His energy was mysterious at best, and at worst threatening in a way that made me question my own reality. I had gotten off of work early that evening and went next door to the local watering hole. I had a very rough day at work and just wanted a drink of cold beer and to do a crossword puzzle to decompress in peace. It was open my night, so to my dismay, the place was packed.

I ordered my beer and decided to go outside on the upstairs patio. I sat with an acquaintance that I knew would respect my space. Out of nowhere he appeared on the patio doorway, with an aged battered guitar in his arms. I felt his considerable presence before I even saw him and immediately looked up from my puzzle. He walked directly over to my table and hovered above me at least six foot seven with a dirty cowboy hat, dark leather brown jacket and a macabre grin spread across his face.

jacket, and a macabre grin spread across his face. He stared, then started playing a few chords. I felt extremely odd as he stood there playing his guitar and staring directly through me. His eyes never left mine, as I started darting mine around awkwardly. I mean, who was this freak? I don't even think he blinked. After a few moments I found my words and told him that I would like to be left alone. It had been a hard day and I was in a terrible mood, no offense. For a fading moment, he looked insulted, but his ominous grin widened again. He just kind of tipped his hat and moved along without saying a word. After he walked away, I turned to my friend at the next table and asked what was up with that creepy cowboy.

They leaned in close, and along with my other acquaintance at the table, filled me in with stories about the man people called the outlaw. He was from Texas, running from the law like a classic western novel. He never stayed in one place long because so many states had warrants out for his arrest. He supposedly sold drugs and illegal guns, and God only knows what else. Nobody knew him as he mostly kept to himself. He would appear in town for a few weeks here and there

throughout the years, and then disappear again into the dust. There were whispers and rumors that he had killed people and raped women. He's bad news and stay away is what they told me. In the following couple of weeks, I saw him a few more times on my afternoon walks to work and random places downtown. Somehow he was always across the street from me on a corner leaning against a wall with his tired old guitar in his hand, and every single time he would meet my gaze, give a slight tilt of his hat, and a haunted sneer would spread broadly across his face, as if he was always

waiting for me to pass by. It was late into the evening a few weeks later, and the night was silent. My boyfriend was already dozing off soundly, and so alone I took my dog down the stairs from our second floor porch, and we started down the hill, and then up the abandoned house street as usual. I always looked forward to these quiet evening walks, a peaceful moment alone to swim in my own thoughts apart from the hectic days. I was struggling in a new town without really knowing anyone, mired in the tumultuous relationship trying to adjust, so I welcomed those dark nights. It was a cold,

balmy winter, and the skeleton trees afforded less privacy than usual. My eyes slowly adjusted to the pitch black with only two dim street lamps to light our way. We meandered our normal route past the quietly abandoned houses, down to the dead-end cave, and back around again. We lingered for a moment at the top of the hill by the old decaying house with a single light before descent. The only thing I could hear in the night was the muffled singing of Billy Holiday, coming from within faintly.

I pulled a long drag from my cigarette as my dog sniffed the hard ground and the music slowed, then stopped. We were about to walk down the hill through the trees when I saw a man moving gradually up from Main Street. At first I thought it was probably my upstairs neighbor who occasionally came home around this time of night. But as I watched from above through the thinned trees, I quickly realized that this person was not moving in a way that my neighbor walks. I immediately hauled, and a sudden fear envelops my body. Every cell starts to tingle. It was about midnight at this point. Everything was closed and the town was in slumber. The massive, dark figure was walking very slowly. His steps reverberating against the cliffs. It quickly became clear that it was that man, the outlaw. As I could see that he was wearing that cowboy hat that hid his face. He had a guitar case on his back.

I was frozen in place. My heart was pounding in my stomach as my mind raced to figure out what to do, where to hide. Out of nowhere he suddenly breaks the silence with the most terrifying sound I've ever heard. He whistled. I was shaken. He then speaks with the throaty southern draw and a small snicker. I see you up there girl. My hands started shaking and I knew immediately that something bad would happen if I got near this man. My intuition was screaming at me to run. Out of the momentary quiet, my dog let's out a deep growl, then barks at him, which completely took me off-cart, in the five years that I've had this dog. She never once barked at a person, ever. That solidified

to me that this situation was grave, and I went into survival mode immediately. I realized that I could probably rush down the street to my house before he could feasibly get to me, unless he started running. I decided to play it cool and walk past as fast as humanly possible, dragging my dog with, as she was trying to lunge in the direction of the man. I mean, I have a pit bull after all that has to be kind of scary, right? As I hastily walked to the intersection of roads, he was about 20 feet away and continued to walk slowly, pace by pace with his bulky boots. Oh, hi, my dog is not friendly. I blurted out

stiffly as I walked briskly towards my house. He doesn't say a word and only offers his expanding, sinister grin and response, barely eliminated by the street light. He continues walking in my direction with deliberate, heavy steps. I barely make it to the four stairs leading up to our small graveled parking lot on the right side of the house, and rush as quietly as possible behind the building, where I stop so that I can catch my breath and listen. Leaning against the house, my lungs burned brightly as my dog reserved herself by my side. There in silence.

All of a sudden, the stillness breaks as I hear his steps again creeping closer as he purposefully walks up the steps that I had just ascended and I hear him stop. My eyes widen as he whistles terrifyingly again, a beat of silence, and then again, that whistle. It's soft, but frightening as it echoes off the tall rock wall behind my house. And then he speaks in a very measured, rough voice. Hey, where did you go? I just want to talk. A hushed moment passes, and he scoffs. I can feel his threatening energy electrified as he steps onto the gravel now.

Stuck in a dream like days, my body felt like freshly poured concrete as I desperately tried to act. Finally, my feet started moving, and I almost tripped over my dog. I rushed around the corner, pulling her to the left side of the house, near my car unsure of what to do. In a split second, I decide not to go up the stairs to our porch, because if he sees us, he'll know exactly where I live. So I make a break for it, down the driveway.

As I hear the stomp of his boots following the path to where I was just standing behind the house. We move across the street as fast and gently as possible, and crouch in the wooded area near the paved runoff. I thanked my lucky stars that I had taken off my dogs jingly-collar before we left for the night. She had had some kind of skin irritation. We were so still. My dog was so good and so quiet. We waited

huddled together, watching from the wooded brush our hearts thumping in the blackened cover. Tiny beads of sweat lined my forehead as I tried to control my breath. I flinch slightly as we hear the whistle again, that high-low whistle. My dog's ears prick up, and I'm covering her mouth so that she can't bark again. I shush her faintly into her ear, as she's stiff and ready, but stays calm. All of a sudden, I can see his tall silhouette appear where I had just been. He's now looking for us, gazing up the stairs and under the two cars in the driveway. His face is sheltered by the darkness. Somehow he had not seen where we had gone. Or had he?

He scans the area and looks right in our direction. Can he see us? I know we're enveloped in thickets, unmoving, but he continued to look, standing in the driveway. His shadow stretched all the way across the street. He turns his back to us for a second and looks up at the house. I'm screaming inside for a light to turn on for someone to wake up. I crouch gradually down a bit more.

My foot is now numb and a twig breaks. The sound felt like a firecracker in the muted night. I absolutely can't breathe as he turns back towards us and I swear for one second. Our eyes meet. I'm not sure if I imagined it, but I felt his grin intensify again, half lit by the street lamp. He was beckoning us to come out from wherever we were. Time completely stopped in that moment.

I was beyond petrified. He whistles again. The minutes feel like hours. I can't move. He's coming. It's all over. I'm convinced that we'll be murdered right there in the middle of the street while the whole town sleeps.

He's still staring in our direction, but not moving a single inch as time continues to tick on. Then just when I'm sure that it's all over and I'm going to have an absolute meltdown, he finally moves. Unexpectedly, he didn't come barreling toward us, as if it were a real life version of the Texas Chainsaw massacre, as I was certain that he would. Instead he turns deliberately and halts back down the steps without a word, and disappears from view back down the hill slowly as his boots echoed into the black night. I honestly don't even remember leaving

the woods, but startlingly I become aware that I'm standing in the twilight of my own living room. I can hear my boyfriend snoring softly in the bedroom, my dog gulping water from her bowl in the kitchen, and my body, finally, roars to life again. My hands were shaking uncontrollably, as I dropped crumbling to the ground. Tears of immense relief and shock fall down my face and rivers. Holy shit, I'm safe, I'm alive, I'm safe. I believe that if we're in tune with energies around us we can feel that there is a monster lurking. I'm certain that he had been watching me on my walks to work, figuring out my schedule and where I lived. He must have been coming to find me late that night, as evidenced by his leaving and walking

back down to Main Street after stalking me. I'm not sure if he saw us cowering in the bushes and pretended that he didn't. If he planned to hunt me like deer, just to get some sort of sick pleasure out of it. Fortunately, I never saw him again after that horrifying encounter. If you're wondering why I didn't call the police, there are few and far between in tiny rural towns like that, and they take a long time to arrive so that wasn't an option that late in the night. I immediately ordered a police-grade taser in Pepper spray and carried them everywhere. Eventually, I heard that he ran to Missouri because the police were on to his whereabouts.

I'm not sure what happened to him, but I moved from that area not long after. To this day, I wonder what would have happened if he had reached us to supposedly talk that night. Would it have been an actual, simple conversation or something more sinister? Fortunately, I didn't find out. So to the terrifying cowboy call the outlaw, I sincerely hope we never meet again. Thank you for listening. Don't forget on January 29th, 7pm Pacific Standard Time will be debuting the video finale of Let's Not Meet Season 7, over at twitch.tv-andrew-tate-live.link-again-will-be-in-the-show-notes. This week you have heard, the woman dressed all

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