rSlash - r/Bestof My INSANE Stalker Tried to Kidnap Me!

Episode Date: August 10, 2023

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For daily door crashing deals, visit your local travel agent or... Welcome to R-Slashtbest of Redditor Updates. We're an insane stalker, tries to kidnap OP. Okay, this next post, it's a weird one. And I thought about not reading it because the formatting is really clunky, but it's just so bizarre. I had to power through it. So buckle up on this one because the way I read this is going to be a little bit complicated. In this post, OP is a woman who works in office job in a cubicle. And her cubicle neighbor has been writing like a weird journal.

I guess keeping a journal about OP. And then OP got the journal. So first I'm gonna read OP's commentary, then a journal entry, then OP's commentary, then a journal entry, and so on and so forth. Okay, first I'm gonna read OP's commentary. I received these journals plus flowers, candy, and a huge stuffed bear for my former cubicle neighbor

at a job that I worked at for three years. As you'll see, this guy is effing nuts. stuffed bear from my former cubicle neighbor at a job that I worked at for three years. As you'll see, this guy is effing nuts! And before I start reading the journal, let me describe this journal to you. It is a small red book, probably about 8 inches by 4 inches, and written on the front of the book is our love forever! Volume 1 of... Blank.

Entry number 1. February 26, 2016. Wearing brown wrapped dress with silver buckle on belt. Three in chills, also brown. Hair up. A little too much mascara. You and Catherine were talking about that dumb show, Pretty Little Liars. I tried to get into the show for you, but after two seasons I just couldn't take it anymore.

Holy, holy moly, that is a vapid garbage! When we're together, I'll introduce you to amazing TV and movies. Take Mad Men. The sublimeness and stunning virtuoso performances will bowl you over. Although I should be careful about what I introduce you to. The way they try to show the antithesis of how proper housewife should act is disturbing and clearly done for dramatic license, not routed in reality. I know that you won't mind staying home to raise our children properly. It's what- oh my god! It's what women are

built for after all. Certainly, you need to work now, but have no fear my love. I'll take care of you the second that you're ready. I will lavish you with all you need to support, love, and cherish me and our kids. Oh my god, this is so much worse than I thought! Okay, now we have OP's commentary. OP writes, this is just one selection. Most of the entries, 221 entries in total, are rather mundane, just notating what I wear, and anything that pops into his crazy head that he feels that I want to hear him blather on about. Our cubicles were next to

each other the whole time that I worked at this company. We were kind of friendly the first six months that I worked there. Then he asked me on a date and I very politely declined. I was very firm that I don't date co-workers. After that, besides a friendly hello, he said almost nothing to me. We were on different teams, so it wasn't a big deal to me. But after I turned him down, he started keeping this journal. This entry also takes a turn into the crazy. Up until this entry, he called me pet names and talked as if we were currently dating.

This is the first time that he really reveals that he's planned the rest of our lives out for us. The last nine months of the journal get really bad. Then we go back to the next entry, which is dated one month after the first entry. Wearing black and white striped blouse. Lowish cut. Gray blazer and black slacks. Hair down. Hair cut soon?

Black flats. Don't say you need to lose weight. Why would you feel bad about your appearance? Fine, losing a few pounds wouldn't be the worst thing in the world. I wouldn't begrudge you that. But no one's perfect, not even me. Flaws can be endearing because it reminds us of our humaneness. Flaws, not flat red flags, mind you, can enhance someone, not detract. So, revel in your beauty, my love, in your

slight flaws and imperfections. They make me love you more, not less. It breaks my heart to hear that you fall for big media's banal BS. I want to go to you, take your lovely face in my hands and tell you, resist the siren song of dieting. Have another bagel at the roundup meeting, maybe even a dab of cream cheese. Just don't go crazy. Those slopes can be slippery. And although I would still love you, I would be disappointed if you gained weight. This is Dabney talking now. What I find so funny about this is he's like, flaws, not red flags, but flaws. Meanwhile,

this diary literally has a red cover. This diary that this guy's writing in is literally a red flag. Okay, Opie's commentary is every time I read this entry, I eat a family-sized package of double stuffed Oreos just to spite him. Okay, back to the journal, this next entry is one week later. Wearing question mark, question mark? I hope you're enjoying my- Ha ha ha ha ha ha saw me there in the resort, your heart would have been bursting with love, but maybe not. I'm sorry for doubting you, but on that tiny chance that you weren't super happy to have me there, I couldn't put you through that. After all, I can't be a part of your friend's wedding, right?

Sometimes it seems that you're close to acknowledging our true love. Other times, it frustrates me. I'm sorry, but it does. I don't want to be mad, so I wait. But not forever, silly. Heck, this could be for the best. Seeing Holy Matrimony could be the push you need. I hope so.

Because I love you, and you love me. Soon, Opie's commentary is. I know what my reaction would have been if he was at the resort in Mexico where my friend was getting married, a trip to HR, and moving to a different part of the office. Back to the journal, this entry is about two or three months later. Wearing green silk blouse, black tight skirt that doesn't make your knees standing. Black 2 inch heels, hair up. This flirting thing with Mike needs to end.

I try to be understanding. Women are evolutionarily wired to flirt. But hearing you banter with him 2 or 3 times a week when you know that I'm listening makes my blood boil. What does Mike have that's attractive to you? I just don't get it. It makes me sick hearing his disgusting in you window and your positive responses to that kind of talk.

Be modest, be meek, and pure like you should. I feel like I need to stand up and remind you that your perfect mate is right here, inches away. I'm everything you need and everything you'll come to understand that you want. I struggle with your behavior, my suite, I truly do. But it doesn't get me down because I know the endgame even if you don't yet. That will be together forever. You're getting there too, I can sense it.

Your inability to date anyone more than two or three times and the fact that even you recognize Mike is just a work boyfriend, i.e. a play thing, means that you're getting there. I'm patient, I truly am. After all, we'll have the rest of our lives together. O.P.'s commentary is... BARF! He doesn't understand that a work boyfriend actually means anything. I didn't find my work boyfriend attractive at all. I just enjoyed his jokes. Something to break up my day. Okay, Max, we have a new spot for Sunwing vacations.

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Thank you my love. I'm so happy right now. That conversation with Carol talking about masturbation habits. Wow! Every time that fat hippo opened her mouth, I wanted to yell, shut up! Let my beloved talk! Smiley face. I'm not gonna lie to you.

Never. Unless it's for your benefit, obviously. I've been, oh my God. Brrr, I've been rock hard ever since. I'm seriously considering making use of the bathroom in that way. I've only done that once here before. When you wore that two-shear blouse

under your lavender jacket, but the heat was gorked so you had it off all day. I could see your lacy bra and a hint of your sensual mounds of pure heaven. I miss that day. Ha ha ha ha. September 14th, 2015, to be exact. I'm so thankful I got a pick.

Yeah, you kind of have a derpy face in the picture, but it wasn't like I could ask you for a pose. Ha ha ha ha ha ha! Not to take anything from your gorgeous face, but that picture is all about your breasts. Honestly, in this case, you can have a bag over your head, and the picture's amazing this wouldn't be diminished in the slightest. Way off topic I know. I'm not trying to embarrass you, my sweet. God, I can't get that picture out of my head. I feel like if I touch myself again, I'll explode in my pants. Okay, one minute. OP's commentary is the fact that he always heard every little thing that I said is really

suspicious to me. Yeah, he was four or five feet away from me, but I honestly wonder if he bugged my cube somehow. Because there is no way that conversation was loud enough for him to hear normally. Maybe I'm being paranoid, but based on his behavior, I have pretty good reason to be. Also, double barf at the thought that I was trying to turn him on are that he went to the bathroom to pleasure himself. Those double stuff Oreos from before don't have a chance. Back to the journal, this entry is three days after the last one, wearing blue slim sweater with white collar churn underneath, light brown slacks, hair up, brown, three inch heels.

Just to make sure you understand in regards to our discussion on Friday, I do try to limit myself pleasure. Yo, hold up, this is, this is a dad me talking. I gotta point something out. He says just to make sure you understand in regards to our discussion, does he think that these journal entries are a discussion?

This guy's nuts. He's certified, he's a nutso. Back to the journal. And have no fear. It's only you I think about when I just have to release. Oh my God, I don't want to read this sentence! All of my precious material is nothing compared to you, my love. There's a difference between you and me when it comes to self-pleasure.

When you do it, you're preparing yourself for me. I know you passionately hug other guys, but I do my best not to think about you letting other men have you. It upsets me, but at least you're seeing how awful other men are compared to the nirvana that I will be. But... Oh man! I'm thinking about quitting my job, you guys. Anyone want to take over this YouTube channel so I can stop reading these posts?

Okay, Deb, you can do this. But I'm saving my seed for you to implant your sweet flower. I know they say that sperm regenerates every day, but I've seen men say their loads are larger when they wait. And it feels that way to me too. Not like I measure anything. Ahahahaha! But a part of me mourns all that poor sperm who just wants a chance to be the one, capitalized one, that creates Andrew Peter, our first child,

and instead finds themselves in a tube sock or going down the shower drain. So I'll do better. Abstain as much as I can for you, my love. OP's commentary is, you'll excuse me if I want to take a bath for the next 7 days after this. Ugh, my sweet flower would spit his mucked up seat out faster and farther than an alarm could spit.

Also, thanks for ruining the name's Andrew and Peter for me. Back to the journal, this entry is one month later. All caps, wearing who the hell knows! How can you do this? How? How? How can you abandon your one true love? How can you abandon our life together? How can you do, Marv, future generations to nothingness? How? 10 question marks. I am bereft without you, a drift at sea. I can't be without you, I won't be without you. I'll follow you to the ends of the universe. Know that. I'll find you and help you understand, for us to complete the most truly most important relationship ever. I see that I need to take control. I wanted to wait for you, but I see that like other women, you need your man to take charge. No more waiting. I'll show you what you've been too blind to

see with your own eyes. What's been sitting patiently, listening, documenting for you, for posterity. Fine, I get it. I understand that you're telling me to be a man. Stop crying creep, you're saying. Stop being a god damn pussy. Fine, you want me to take control? Well, here, here's all the evidence you need. I understand that you want me to stop you.

A grand gesture for you. Okay, I'm sorry my love how I'm writing here. Messy, I promise to reach you whenever you can't make out yourself. You just threw me for a loop, but your message is loud and clear. I'm coming for you, my love. Coming for us.

OPs comment areas. So on that day, I went to my supervisor and gave my two weeks notice and that I was planning on using my crude vacation days during that time. Without getting into all the gory details, I just wanted to get out of that place. And I didn't even know about this psycho yet, so I packed up all my stuff and I was gone before this loser even came into work.

My friends in the office told me that psycho cube boy was late because he had a doctor's appointment or something, and absolutely melted down when he found out why I wasn't there. He got sent home where I assume he wrote this last entry. In the office the next day, he contacted HR and said that I was moving and that I'd asked him to bring me my last paycheck stuff. An HR person whose sins been fired gave him my address. He left work at lunchtime, bought a bunch of things

that he thought would win me over and came to my apartment. Thankfully, I wasn't there because I was flying to another city to rent an apartment for a new job. This guy camped out in front of my building for three days. Finally, someone called the cops on him and he had to abandon whatever his plans were.

I got back the next day and found that he had UPSed all this stuff to me. Suffice to say, I did not react in the way that he wanted. Long story short, he's currently now in jail for 2-5 years and I live in a new city, only now able to laugh about what happened thanks to an amazing therapist and some amazing drugs. Then OP adds an update. Since so many people are asking, I'll expound on why this guy is in jail. After I got a restraining order against him,

he violated that restraining order and attempted to kidnap me so that he could prove his love to me in whatever twisted way he thought was possible. Thanks to the outstanding law enforcement officials in my city, his attempt was known about ahead of time because I was being monitored. So as soon as he started his kidnapping attempt, he was apprehended and arrested. Man, what's so crazy about this to me is, OP was completely clueless. She had no idea that any of this was going on. She was just living

her life, going into work every single day, quit her job, flew to another city, came back, and then she's like, a package, I didn't order anything, and then she opens it up, and she's like, is this a journal? What is this? Who sent this to me? Flowers? What is going on? I can't even imagine what's going through her head as she reads 221 journal entries about her daily life, and then she realizes, oh, okay, the guy whose name I barely remember who was sitting next to me for three years has been obsessing over me this entire time. It's just, man, it's the contrast that's just so crazy to me. From the guy's perspective, he was completely obsessed with this girl. He thought about her every single day, obsessively wrote every detail about her life.

Just every single thought in his brain was about her. Meanwhile, she thought literally nothing about this guy at all. She never thought about this guy except for when they passed each other in the hallway and they said hello to each other. So it's just weird to me that two people can be sitting next to each other and be interlinked through this weird obsession, but one person just so close, man, this feels like a, um, this would make a pretty good TV show, you know what I mean? Oh man, this is a cool, this is such a cool TV show.

You have this guy be the main character and he's writing obsessive journals about a girl and you don't know which girl in the office he's talking about. You don't know if he's talking about his boss or his coworker or the HR person or the secretary. And so the entire first season of the show is you trying to figure out which girl he's obsessed with and which girl he's planning on kidnapping and murdering, and then on the finale of season 1 you find out that it's, you know, the secretary or whoever. And then season 2 is the kidnapping and her escape and who knows what else man. That's a pretty good show right? Oh actually down in the comments people are saying this is like the TV show you, which I haven't watched. So maybe someone's already done my idea. I don't know. That was our slash best of redditor updates, and if you like this content, be sure to follow my podcast because I put out new reddit podcast episodes every single day.